#black coded reader

[primacakes]

❛❛𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉' 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙀..❞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Morning sex with Toji bc not only do yall love him but I’ve been thinking about morning sex a lot lately. | 𝟐.𝟑𝐤 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ♥︎

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: blackfem!reader , nothing much but raw unfiltered passion bc I think the morning is the perfect time to make love. Not have sex, but LOOVEE. Brief somnophilia , body worship

𝐀. 𝐍. : “This man is definitely sensitive early in the mornings and hates feeling like he isn’t in control in bed. Considering his past NO ONE can convince me otherwise. Toji Doesn’t Do Gentle, forever and always.”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 long, he'd been busy all of yesterday, you hadn't spent any time with him, and on top of that he was moody. So when he was done working or whatever he does he was just bein' a little bitch about you showing him affection, that was supposed to brighten his day, but it turns out your days only got worse. Your body wakes before you do, your brain is only doing half of its job. That's okay...you think.

As you crack an eye open, across from you is your beloved moody husband, sleeping peacefully with his arms folded lazily behind his head. Toji preferred his space when he slept, you liked yours. But there were always going to be nights where you had to fight his heavy limbs off of you at night, or shove him to the edge of the bed because you just didn't feel like doing the former. You watch him for a moment, unmoving, breath steady and deep from being asleep merely moments prior. You take notice to his shirtless body, perfectly sculpted, and rock hard. He's constantly working out, so duh. But.. this morning it's particularly pretty.

The sunlight gently shimmering through the curtains landed preciously on his skin, making it glow, his scars pretty much nonexistent. Which you're a tad saddened by, you love his scars, every inch of them, at some point Toji had to swallow his pride and just accept that you won't go a day without kissing them. Except to yesterday. That said, you want to make up for yesterday this morning. You huff through your nose and shift closer to him, careful not to wake him, which you had learned to do over a long time.

You carefully prop yourself up on your elbow and watch his chest rise and fall for a moment, slow, steady breaths. His face lax, a telltale sign of his peacefulness, stark in contrast to how much of a brat he was being yesterday, you lean your face down to press soft kisses on each of his chest scars. Not quick, not even normal. You take your time with each one, showing them equal amounts of love and tender loving care, humming briefly with a soft smacking sound resounding from each long peck of your lips.

He doesn't notice, not for a good few minutes. But as your kisses start to travel south, your thoughts becoming more devious but your kisses ever so passionate, he starts to stir. His breathing becomes less deep, like he's waking. He is. He feels your kisses linger in spots they usually don't touch, especially not in the mornings. It disturbing his subconscious peace. His eyes crack open, the sun is bright. He can hardly see, he moves his hands from behind his head to prop himself up on one of his elbows and the other to rub the sleep out of his eyes. In no way, shape, or form is Toji a morning person, but if he could wake up like this everyday, he can't say that he'll ever complain.

Today, he didn't wake up and choose violence. Good. "Mornin’, Sunshine.. did you sleep well?" Your voice is a tad bit raspy, maybe a tad bit hoarse. However, you don't let it deter you, this is normal, yes. Because you're human, and so is he, and humans have needs. He huffs petulantly, your kisses have grown on him though, he doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to, you just smile and move back up to kiss the scar on the corner of his mouth, your hand moving from touching his chest, slowly down to the waistband of his boxers. Morning wood, morning dew.

He raises a hand to card his fingers through your hair, he lightly tugs on it, grunting as you trace your fingers over his throbbing cock through his boxers, your nails tracing it up and down so gently it would make a lease man squirm. But Toji is not a lesser man, he's your man. Your rock through troublesome times, one of the only people who's seen you ugly cry and still called you beautiful afterward. The only one who gets to see you wrecked and beautiful, whether it be by him or something else that made you cry. To which, he doesn't take very much appreciation to anything other than him making you cry..

He pulls you into a kiss, it's slow, very lazy, just like him, his one hand moves from your hair to rest on your throat, the other grabs your thigh to pull it over his hip, his hips carefully grind against your thigh, rubbing his prominently erect cock against you. His tongue prods against your sealed lips, seeking entry into some place only he can experience, because you're his and he doesn't like to share. You part them obediently, mornings like this don't require words, just raw, unfiltered passion. There's no rhyme or reason, but there is rhythm in the way your bodies move against each other, in tandem. Like Yin and Yang.

You breathe him in with that singular kiss, you don't pause and your eyes don't open, instead. His drift shut. You slowly move to sit on top of him, your hands sprawl across his jaw and his rub up and down your thighs, this isn't something that needs to be thought out, this — intimacy — doesn't require thoughts or words. Your breasts meet his chest as you straddle him, slowly and carefully rolling your hips, underneath your nightgown and your panties you're awaiting, pussy warm and damp dragging across the crotch of his boxers. He can feel it, you feel it. Every ridge of that pretty cock of his making friction against your clothed clit.

You breathe, you pull back, just to make eye contact with him, there's an unspoken agreement. You get to ride him this very chilly early morning, where the only warmth aside from the faint radiation of the sun peeking through your curtains is the warm tangle of limbs and torsos that make up you and your husband's bodies, and the duvet that's carefully swaddling the hips of the two. You don't usually get to ride, it's very rare, this is because for some reason it makes Toji feel vulnerable, less in control. He doesn't like that, but for today he can spare his beloved one morning where she can have control, intimacy that differentiates from their usual.

You smile and he huffs, a giggle and then a blink. Finally, he speaks, voice raw and guff from sleep. "What're you gigglin' 'bout, woman? What's so funny?" He slightly clears his throat and places an arm behind his head, his free hand coming up to caress your cheek, his touch is soft, gentle. It's different from yesterday or the day before, or any day really, because Toji doesn't do gentle. His nature is rough, just like the jagged scars on his chest. Your smile remains and you giggle again. "No reason, I just love you so much. You're so cute when you're sleeping! 'N sensitive too." You press a kiss to the tip of his nose as you sit up straight and lift your hips to tug his boxers down. He rolls his eyes and watches you, eyes more so glued onto your hands as you free him from the constraints of his boxers.

"Shut it, fore I change my mind, brat." The pout on his lips is adorable, the rasp is both sexy and cute. You roll your eyes back, but can't help but think he's adorable for his sass, he's famous for it. Sass and pouts, at some point he becomes an even worse brat than you.

"Cute." You mumble under your breath, but the tranquility and the very passionate desire is too silent for it not to be caught. He lets out a 'Tch', slipping his hand into the waist band of your panties, he caresses the plentiful lips with rough finger tips, it makes you shiver and toss your head back a bit, a gasp snatched from the depths of your soul. Your hand grasps at his forearm, beefy, strong. He smirks a bit and you roll your hips against his fingers leaning down to peck his lips, he eyes flitting up from his hand to your eyes, holding the eye contact, you reach behind yourself to wrap your palm around the girth waiting to enter your wetness, the heat.

His cock is warm, hard (of course) and sensitive this early in the morning, you hear his breath hitch and feel his hand falter, you feel a frown form on his lips, he definitely isn't liking that he has to be on the bottom this morning. He wants to be on top, rutting into you, slowly, but not gently.

He pulls his hands out of your panties and moves both his hands to grab onto the waistband, tugging them down. You lift your hips and you both wrestle them off before his firmly cups your nape with one hand, dragging you back down for another kiss, his other hand reaches around you to grab your ass cheek, the flesh spilling out of his hands as he spreads it, gripping firm enough to grind you against his cock, slicking it up with your arousal.

You moan against his lips, low and full of love and desire. He grunts, his brows furrow and he is struggling against the urge to flip the both of you over and have his way with you. But it's too early and you want to ride him, okay. You reach your hand between the two of you and line yourself up with his tip, sinking down onto him slowly, earning a deep groan from him and bated breath from you. His hands move to grip your fleshy hips as he sinks into the sweet liquor that makes up your arousal. The only alcoholic beverage he'll allow himself to stay addicted to.

His hands caress your sides as you begin to slowly roll your hips again, this time with a subtle lift, your inside are stuffed full of him but despite that your prioritize the intimacy of the moment, he squeezes your waistline lovingly, firmly, almost like he's trying to see if you're actually real when you in fact, are real. Your lips stay slotted together as you move, you're pacing yourself, not rushing the orgasm, but it's building quicker than you anticipate your clit occasionally brushes up against the happy tail on his pelvis and it's driving you insane. He knows it, he wraps a strong arm around your neck, keeping you pasted to him while his hand move on your waist slipped down to grip at your hip, nails slightly digging into your love handles once more to guide you into an even slower rhythm.

Even though he's ready to ram into you, drill your insides into the shape of his cock over and over, he wants to feel like he’s one with you. This is frustrating him, he never feels like this, to a man like him this desire to take his time is foreign, he does though, and he's struggling with it. He shifts his hips a little, you let out a wrangled moan that was mixed with a gasp and he ruts deep into you, slowly. You can feel the strain and need in every movement, every intimate thrust. It feels sacred. Cause it is. Two lovers expressing love in what society would describe as the epitome of passion even if it isn't.

You kiss his jaw, you can't kiss anywhere else. With his arm around your neck you stay glued to him, there is no sweat involved in this, in this moment you can feel how smooth his skin is between each scar. Breathlessly, you mumble something as you kissed the scar on his mouth. "I love your scars.. I love them so much." Your voice is a whisper, Toji cringes, but his hips don't falter, they rock deeper and you push back in tandem with them. You're in sync right now. His brows remain furrowed in focus, his gaze wandered toward your nightgown. He wants to take it off of you but his hands are preoccupied. He guesses he can do that later, you feel him grunt against your mouth breath brushing over your lips, mixing with yours humidly.

Your walls flutter and your gut burns. This rips a deep groan from his lips, his arm tightening around your neck as he buries his face in it. He's feeling it too, he's close, his breath is hot 'n he's panting a little. He curses and you whimper a little, one of your hands grabbing onto his bicep for support. You roll your hips a bit faster and he matches your pace, tip brushing vaguely up against your cervix, which makes it better and worse at the same time. His cock twitched a little and his breathing becomes labored, his lips press up against your ear when he asks; "you close?"

You nod and cry as you cum, your hips come to a stop, but his don’t, he fucks you slowly and roughly through your orgasm, his thrusts filled with conviction. There’s a goal in mind now, he wants to fuck a baby into you. His cock twitches again, he lets out a jittery breath as he reaches his own high, his hips slowly down further, his thrusts becoming 2-3 seconds apart. He spills his seed against your cervix, his arm flexes against you, and you’re panting against him, breathing like you’re still regaining your bearings from a marathon. Your walls continue to flutter as he slowly pulls his arm off of you and you sit up, hands caressing his tummy.

As you both bathe in the aftermath, his cock keeping his cum plugged inside of you, a silence passes and you smile cutely, tilting your head.

“Will you let me ride again tomorrow morning?”

He frowns a bit. He closes his eyes for a moment with a deep breath before letting your eyes again. “I’ll think about it, brat. But you shouldn’t wake me up like that.” He huffs, adjusting so he’s sitting back against the head board.

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❛❛𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉' 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙀..❞ © 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

[bratzray]

ᥫ᭡Forever Theirs ᥫ᭡

❥ Chapter 1: Introduction?

Warning: Obsessive behavior, stalking, mental tension, Baby is an iPad kid {saw this head-cannon and I loved it}

Synopsis: You finally made it to Korea, in your dream apartment and neighborhood. You decide to get to know your environment better than you do now when you meet them, The Saja Boys. They were singing their debut song “Soda Pop”, you watched for a little bit before continuing on your way, slowly forgetting about the performance. You finished your day by reading in the park before noticing something was off…

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Korea wasn’t the first option but it always was an option. Living in America and just making it by wasn’t ideal but moving to another country wasn’t something you saw yourself doing but you never downplayed the idea

You spoke to your family and close friends, saying your goodbyes because you don’t think you’ll be coming back, but at least you have one of your closest friends Ji-yoo coming with you. His mother’s family comes from Korea but his father was American, he wanted to come with you because he wanted to be closer to the other side of his family. 

The trip to Korea wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was kinda enjoyable, but getting settled in was the problem. You managed to find an apartment before moving to Korea but the problem was you had to get to it and with no car it was going to be a trip. 

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You finished moving into your apartment, it took a good while because most of the stuff you wanted needed to be shipped, but the apartment is finally yours’ 

You wanted to take a walk when you get a call, you look for your phone and end up finding it and picking up 

“Hello?” 

“Why are you speaking to me like you don’t know who’d be calling you this early?” 

“Hi Ji what do you want?” you ask, trying to find your purse to complete your outfit 

“You remember our little date plan right?” he ask with a slight attitude

“Yes I wouldn’t dare to forget, I’m going out right now to get some food to make.” you say, rolling your eyes at his attitude 

“Yea you better, because knowing you if I hadn’t called you would’ve forgotten.” he said as you hear a car door slamming in the background 

“Where are you right now?” you ask before rushing to your window and seeing him leaning on the side of his car

“Why the hell are you outside my apartment right now…” you ask him as you stare him down from your window 

“Girl stop talking and get your ass down here so we can go get this food.” he replied before looking up into your apartment building and flipping you off. You repeat the action back before finally putting your shoes on and walking to the elevator. 

You meet Ji-yoo at the front before he practically tackles you into a hug 

“You take too long, you know that?” he ask before letting go of you and fixing your frizzy hair, you roll your eyes before responding 

“Let's not talk about who’s taking too long because last time I checked, last dinner date we planned it took you almost 2 hours to even make it to my house…” you say looking at him annoyed 

“We turned a new leaf [✮], we don’t talk about the past.” he said snarky before walking away towards his car. 

You just huffed before making your way towards him, waiting for him to get what he needed from the car. You guys started walking towards the convenient store before you heard and saw a crowd of people, looking around you and Ji-yoo started making your way to the crowd when you heard it 

The Saja boys. That’s what this little boy group was called, or so you assumed since that’s what people were screaming. You watch their performance and for the most part they’re pretty good, but something in you was pushing you closer to them, pushing you to speak to them. You shove that feeling away and continue to watch, humming some of the parts that repeat itself. 

You try to find Ji-yoo before seeing him standing on the other side, practically salivating at the boys. You rolled your eyes before trying to shove your way through the crowd to make it to him, you almost made it when you saw him, or more so he saw you. One of the boys made direct eye contact with you, and he was holding it for a long time. It made you nervous, but you couldn’t look away. 

It felt like hours of just you and him staring at each other, before Ji-yoo snapped you out of it. 

“Come on before we get distracted again.” he said before pulling you out of the crowd and making it to the store. 

“Ji, was it me or was that boy staring mad hard at me?” you ask him before putting some ramen and kimbap into your basket

“No, I noticed but maybe it’s just that idol boy charm, probably nothing much really.” he said before he walked away 

You shake your head agreeing but there’s something in you telling you it was more than just that, that it wasn’t just an idol boy look, he looked like he was trying to find out something about you, like you stole money from him and he wanted to make sure it was you.  

You just shake away that feeling and continue with your shopping, getting snacks that you and Ji plan on scoffing down once you make it home 

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 On the other side of the city were the Saja Boys, they had just finished their debut performance before making it back to their apartment but something had been on Romance’s mind for hours and he just couldn’t shake it off. He finally build up the courage and asked 

“Was it only me, but did y’all feel her there too?” he asked before looking around the room at the boys 

Jinu huffs, “I did, but it was probably just nothing.” he replied shaking his head, but he knows deep down it wasn’t just nothing 

“No it wasn’t just nothing, I felt her and something’s telling me I saw her too.” Romance replied, huffing slightly at Jinu ignoring what he said 

“He’s right Jin, I felt her too.” Abby finally spoke up before looking up from his phone over to the two boys, while the other two were in their own world 

Baby laughed slightly before speaking up, “I found her, y’all are just useless.” He huffed before shoving his ipad into Romance’s arms. It was your instagram, it had nearly every picture you’ve ever taken, pictures of you and Ji-yoo, your family, and even you moving to Korea. 

“YES! That’s her, that’s who I saw, I bet you that’s who Gwi-ma was talking about!” Romance jumped up before shoving the Ipad into Jinu’s arms,

 “SEE LOOK FOR YOURSELF!!” he said, before dancing, feeling like he proved a point, just then Jinu looked at the Ipad and felt his heart pang even more than it already was, it was really you. 

“Now are we all just gonna sit here and do nothing, because I found her address…” Baby said before continuing to drink out of some type of bottle. The rest of the boys looked at him before finally deciding to go out and look for you, their soulmate. 

You and Ji-yoo were having the best night ever, just watching movies and eating the snack y’all brought earlier but it was getting late and he had work the next day. You lead Ji-yoo out to his car before giving him a hug and letting him go on his way. 

It was slightly warm and nobody was outside so you decided to just sit down at a bench that was near a small pond by the side of your apartment building. You were there for a while, kittens were just roaming around before one jumped onto your lap while you pet it. 

It was calming, with a slight wind and somewhat chilly air until you got this feeling, it was the same feeling you got when you were watching the Saja boys but this one felt different. It wasn’t that warm feeling anymore, it was more or so a feeling of being watched or even observed. 

This feeling never went away so you looked around, trying to find out where that feeling was coming from, but you found nothing. Not wanting to find out anymore you made your way back into your home, the little kitten that was on your lap followed you home. You’ll just keep in mind you’ll have to go shopping for your new companion. 

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The boys observed you, they watched how you pet the kittens around you, they watched how your body relaxed in the slight breeze that was around you. They loved everything about you and they weren’t willing to let that feeling go. 

“See, I told you it was her, just look at her.” Romance said with “heart eyes” as he followed your every movement

“I don’t believe it…” Jinu said looking stunned at your beauty 

“She’s…wow” Mystery mumbled to himself before leaning in closer from the corner to look at you better 

Baby and Abby were quiet, just looking and following the way you moved, slight obsession filled their eyes, they wanted to be closer, to have more of you. But before they could do anything everyone froze, as they watched you look around, slight fear on your face. That’s when they noticed you begin to leave, but Baby wasn’t going to let you go just yet. 

As you were making your way into your apartment building, baby followed right behind you, ignoring the constant protest from the others. He was silent, just following you until he saw you open your door and close it after the kitten that was following you got inside. That’s when he walked over to your closed door and took a picture of your apartment number. 

Some may call it stalking, but he’s just getting to know more about his soon to be lover. He finally makes it back outside before he was meant with four angry faces. 

“Why the hell would you follow her?” Romance said before grabbing Baby and pulling him into the rest of the boys as they surround him in a circle 

“What if you get caught then what?” Jinu said sternly before plucking Baby on the head 

“How were we supposed to help if someone saw you?” Abby said shaking his head before huffing 

Mystery stayed silent but by the look on his face, he wasn’t happy with what Baby did. Yes they wanted to get to know more about you and yes they might be a little obsessed with you, but following you home was a different topic. As the three boys continued to give Baby a stern talking that when he finally spoke up 

“Do you want her address or not? We can send her gifts now…” He said as he looked at the other boys, it took them a while to respond before Mystery spoke up 

“No gifts right now but soon.” He said before walking away, the boys followed after him 

“Do you really have her apartment number?” Abby asked as Baby pulled out his phone and showed him the picture of your apartment number. The other two looked at the photo and smiled, they finally found their soulmate, and they don’t plan on letting you go.

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❥ Chapter 2

[kill4luvina]

"Right thru me"

Onyankopon x Black!Reader

Summary : You and your man been havin' this dumb argument, and he know you so well it lowkey freaks you out. Especially today because he already had your whole routine down from prior nights when you'd act up exactly like this.

CW : SMUT, Pussy Slapping, Overstimulation, reader tryna run from the dick,Unprotected sex, (probably a lil more),not proof read. (This is a really really old draft im posting.)

" What are we doin'? Could you see through me? 'Cause you say, "Y/N," and I say, "Who, me?" And you say, "No, you," and I say, "Screw you"

Your jaw would drop as your stared at your boyfriend after hearing the bullshit that just came out his mouth. "You blowin my shi, like shut the actual fuck up." You'd say before turning your body away from him annoyed as fuck. "Mamas, you know damn well this ain't worth gettin' all worked up about," Ony would say, glancin' at you for a sec before realizing you were genuinely mad.

"Mamas… can you at least finish my hair before you get mad…?" he'd ask, getting up from where he was sitting and slowly walking over to you. You'd turn your back quickly, throwing the comb you had from doing his hair straight at him. He'd catch it, pissing you off even more as you stormed off into your room, leaving him completely alone in the living room.

He already knew you'd be in your room hitting your vape like a mad woman just out of pure anger. "Mamas.." He'd call from the opposite side of the door, slowly opening as you two make eye contact. "Come back please," he'd plead, already knowing you'd say no as you'd turn your body so your back was now facing him.

You'd hit your vape a couple of times before feeling a small kiss in your neck. "I'm sorry.." He'd whisper softly, knowing this always made you weak. Even before this, in a life before when it came to him his soul knew how to make yours feel better no matter what.

"Why would you say that..?" You'd ask firmly, trying to stand your ground. You'd be caught off guard feeling Ony's warm hands up against your skin. He'd softly play with your tits under your shirt leaving soft love bites on your neck. "You know I don't mean it.." he'd whisper.

"Onyyy-" you'd moan eyes rolling back as you felt his dick hitting you in all the right places. Your pussy creaming all over his dick as he gave you slow deep strokes. "You like that?" He'd ask, slapping your ass as he kept a constant speed.

"Oh-- oh my god.." You'd cry as you felt him pull out slapping his dick against your pussy. Slowly pushing himself back in you'd push your hips back so it'd slip in faster. He'd softly whimper, his eyes focusing on how your pussy swallowed him whole.

"Mama's, stop acting like you can take this dick.." He'd slap your ass getting a gasp out of you. "Y-yes I can!" You'd try to say as you started fucking back into him trying to prove him wrong.

"You always saying that shit until I'm rearranging your guts and you runnin'.." He'd said as he used a hand to push you head down into the bed, already aware of what your stubborn ass was gonna say. "Onyy, fuck mee" you'd whine getting your head pushed down, arching your back more for him.

"mmhm," He'd say putting a leg up onto the bed, as he started to pick up his pace. His eyes focusing now how creamy he could make your pussy, your moans getting louder as you tried your hardest to keep fucking back into him to prove him wrong.

Your eyes getting blurry the moment you felt a slap to your ass, whining you'd turn to look up at him. "Ony, stop being so mean.." You'd weakly let out as you kept fucking yourself onto his dick, he'd raise a brow before pulling out and slapping your pussy. "Ony!" You'd moan the mixture of pain & pleasure confusing you.

He'd go right back to fucking you, but this time his thrusts were deeper, quicker and much more rough. Not even a minute passes by and your cumming, your eyes rolling so far back as your pussy tightened around him.

"See, look at you, a mess." He'd say still fucking you, at the same pace but even rougher. "O-onyyy, too muchhh." you'd cry tears already rolling down you cheek as you felt him speeding up his pace. "But you can take it, right?" He'd continue as he'd slap your ass here and there.

"Can'ttt" you'd cry, reaching a hand back to attempt to push him back. "Mama's, what i said abt running from the dick?" he'd ask ignoring your silly attempt as he picked the pace up fucking you even deeper. "ddont rememberr" you'd babble out feeling like you couldn't remember anything.

"yeah, alright. just move this fucking hand."

" You make me laugh, you make hoarse from yelling at you And getting at you, picking up dishes, throwing them at you "

[iwanty0uu]

rainy day x y/n n conny

His fingers slipped inside of your sopping wet cunt as you squirmed in his arms, muscles flexing in an attempt to hold your soft plush body still. The only noise heard above your silent pleas and moans was the squelching of your pink pussy, leaking creamy fluids as his fingers forced them back in—nails clean and polished. He occasionally slipped his fingers out, tasting his masterpiece as he held your tummy with the other, flesh spilling out in between the gaps of his fingers, using his thumb to trace circles on your belly button, soft and deep. He fucked you with his fingers because that was all he could do to you already knowing you weren’t ready to give up your virginity just yet.

“Fuuuuckkk”

Your thin eyebrows curled as your pretty eyes shut, tears welling up through your freshly done lashes, hoping the glue wouldn’t loosen enough to ruin them. You bit your glossy lips that once had your Fenty Beauty lip combo, but your hungry boyfriend practically ate it off as his tongue slipped into your mouth, tickling the wet muscle inside of your own. He purposefully bit the side of your cheek after he pulled away, leaving a trail of spit between the two of you, placing fat wet kisses along the side of your face in an attempt to get you even more. He spread your pink lips apart as he watched you grip around nothing, a long drop of your juices ran from your hole onto your sheets, turning him on as he watched you beg for more. Brown eyes gaping at him, asking for one more finger. Since you asked so nicely, he slipped a third one in as you gasped, clenching down hard, but spreading your legs further for him to keep working inside of you. His thick digits massaged your cervix in a steady rhythm, he was ready for you to cum. No matter how much he loved to see you sprawled out on your bed, sitting in between his legs as your head lazily rested on his shoulder while he dug you out with his fingers, his strong arms were tired. As fuck. So in a desperate attempt to satisfy you without causing pain, he pulled out his fingers that were now shriveled and soft, almost glistening in the dim lighting of the window behind you both. They trembled lightly as he licked his hand again, returning his fingers to their home as he rubbed your bud, changing the pace whenever your hips bucked too eagerly despite his sore forearms; and the idea of him squeezing you, holding you tightly drove you to your high.

“Ahh~im cummin!”

You exclaimed excitedly, scrunching your face as your climax rolled through your body. You almost forgot where you were as he rubbed your clit faster, taking your breath with a sloppy kiss. He felt his own dick pulsating and throbbing as his hips jolted desperate for the same touch. A drowsy feeling washed over the both of you, even though you felt bad for not taking care of his needs too, he didn’t mind. You’ve never tried it, and he was fine with pleasuring you alone. If getting fingered feels that good, you were okay with this being your life for a little while longer~��︎︎

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Eat Me, Number One.

✩ allmight x pro!heroFem reader

wanting to get a little taste of the number one hero, during the hero’s banquet.

✩ warnings and tags: public sex, secret sex, ass eating, rough sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding, size difference, age gap, (late 20s reader), etc.

shout out to my editor, tysm <333!

“fuck, this latex is sticking to my skin. shota, can we go? im not in the mood for this uppity shit, maybe we can get some ramen or something?”

“no, unfortunately the both of us are stuck here. i lost yamada an hour ago, which is really odd since he’s the loudest one out of all of us.” aizawa, your best friend and colleague, replied as he took a bite of the salty chip in his mouth. you sighed and downed the shot in front of you, while tugging on the latex of your hero suit with your free hand.

the three of you were currently attending the annual hero’s banquet, which was made for all heroes to meet and mingle with each other. yamada had spotted the karaoke room and tip-toed away from the group when the three of you arrived, leaving you and aizawa alone. you both hated coming to these things, but yamada forced both of you to come every time.

“gonna find the bathroom and possibly yamada, so we can leave.” your dry-eyed friend gave you a nod before you took your leave; grabbing a shot from a tray a waiter was carrying—downing it like it was nothing. getting hammered was your goal. maybe you could get *him* off of your mind. you maneuvered through the crowd of heros, mind bubbling with thoughts before your eyes landed on the huge figure of the number one hero; allmight.

it might’ve been the liquor finally taking its toll on your body, making your legs feel like jelly or just seeing him period, that had butterflies filling your stomach. you were beyond nervous, it had been months since the last time you’ve seen him. the last time you did wasn’t the best experience. "duty calls" he had said before he ran off. but, you weren’t gonna let that one time stop you from saying ‘hello’ and running off to find the bathroom.

you managed to walk over and tap the bottom of his muscular back, his seven foot frame towering over you as he turned toward you. his usual ‘smiling’ eyes softened when he saw you and he kept that same bright smile like always. “y/n, it’s good to see you.”

“likewise,” you quickly turned on your heels as your memories from that terrible night plagued your mind. “wait—y/n,” he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you back towards him, his eyes scanning your face before dropping to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “can we talk?” you gave a quick nod and he pulled you away. you wanted to get answers, closure for the last time you two saw each other, so you could finally stop cringing at the memory.

the older pro hero led you through the crowd and into an empty room, which happened to be the bathroom. the seven foot tall man closed the door behind you both, and locked it—before turning to look at your smaller, yet curvy frame.

“y/n, I just wanted to apologize for last time. it wasn’t your fault that the date ended like that. i never meant to leave you like that. i know duty calls, but I should have never left like that without telling you, i'm sorry.” his voice was soft, sincere, and you could tell by his body language that he truly meant it.

a few months ago, you had went on a date with the number one hero. it was all going good, you had gotten to know each other really well during drinks and when you two had finally made it your table for food, he just disappeared in a blink of an eye. he didn’t call nor try to reach out to you, which made you become very insecure—leading you to believe that he didn’t actually like you.

“you don’t have to apologize—“

“but, i do. you were wonderful and im a little disappointed I couldn’t make this into something more serious; didn’t have the opportunity to kiss you—.”

“you wanted to kiss me?” it was silent for a moment, both of your eyes locked onto each other’s. the more the two of you stared at each other, the more your body temperature rose. everything about him was so captivating. maybe that was a perk of being one of the best hero’s japan has ever seen, but you were definitely falling for him.

it was sudden but his lips were on yours and all you could do was happily accept. your lips melted onto each other’s, dancing a smoother dance than a tango—with your tongue sliding into his mouth, tongues swirling around each other's. you couldn’t fight your growing arousal anymore, the crush that you had on the older man was bigger than ever.

he swiftly picked you up, not breaking the kiss not once. it was like a scene in a movie with the way he handled you. he propped you up against the white bathroom door, while he made love to your mouth. you clutched onto his yellow locks, pulling away from this kiss that had left you breathless. “think you teased me enough, number one. i need more of you.”

he had never been more turned on, until now. with one hand holding you up, he used the other hand to unzip your hero costume—freeing your plump and swollen breasts. allmight quickly wrapped his lips around your tender love buds, began to suck on them like it was the best candy he had ever tasted. you couldn’t suppress your moans; letting them flow freely out of your kiss-bitten lips.

he removed his mouth from your nipples, kissing between your breats and down your stomach. “allmight—please~”

“toshinori,” he corrected with a squeeze to your ass; making you squeal out. you had long forgotten about the party, or the possibility of other people being there.

“toshinori, please. just fuck me already.” he was taken aback by your vulgar words, but it riled him up even more. your hero suit fell down in an instant and he was lifting you off to the other side of the bathroom. using his quirk, he slid the toiletries off the sink’s counter and placed you on your knees—your ass sitting up in the air just for him; allowing him to dive his head right in between.

gasping, you held onto the marble countertop, while he licked your from your ass all the way down to your swollen clit. his fluid mixing with yours created a slippery mess, which caused you to go crazy. no wonder he was considered a pro.

“shit toshi—just like that, fuck…” you bounced your ass back onto his face, his big hands gripped your waist tighter; lips still attached to your wet clit. you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you were ready to accept it. however, much to your dismay, he pulled away from your dripping wet backside.

“wait toshi, i was gonna cum.” he ignored you, flipping you over onto your back; looking at you in all your glory before he gripped himself through his suit. “look, im going to warn you. you might not be able to take all of me, and that’s okay—,” you cut off his rambling by replacing his hand with yours on his bulge, fondling it. it left him groaning, eyes shutting from the pleasure.

“i'm a big girl, i can handle it. besides, a hero never backs down from a fight.” he chuckled at your response and gave you one last look, before he let his blue hero suit and briefs fall to the ground; showing all of him.

you could’ve sworn your eyes had fell out of your head due to how widen you opened them. standing about nine inches tall, his cock greeted you; dripping nothing but translucent fluid. it stood against his abs, twitching with need. not only was he lengthy, he was girthy too. you couldn’t help but to gulp as you thought about him entering you.

as much as you were nervous, you swallowed that doubt and angled him towards your aching entrance; after all you were a hero, you couldn’t let this scare you.

pushing him inside of you, you winced at the pressure—you had never been spread open like that. profanities flew out your mouth as he helped push himself inside, your soft walls clenching around his shaft; making him curse lowly.

he was only half way inside, since that’s all that could fit, and he began to move his hips slowly. the more toshinori moved—the wetter you became. soon, the sound of your cunt squelching and your lewd mewls filled the bathroom—driving the older man crazy. he was losing control over himself, each time you made those sexy noises; he wanted to slam himself deeper inside of you. to hear you yelp out and to feel you squeeze around him. to see all the cream build around him. to see how far he could drive you to insanity just by fucking you.

despite being a hero, the way he was thinking about punishing you with his dick; contradicted his heroic beliefs.

you on the other hand felt like you were going to die, in the most pleasurable way possible. each time he plunged inside of you, his thick tip hit your spot everytime—causing your toes to curl so tight; they felt like they were going to fall off. you babbled and moaned as he fucked the living shit out of you, calling his name while an orgasm ripped through you.

this was the most intense orgasm you had ever had. you were disconnected from reality a bit because of it, so you didn’t realize that you were no longer on the sink’s counter and now on the bath’s plush blue rug—until toshinori slammed down into you once again.

“fuck, you just keep getting tighter and wetter!” you had never heard him curse this much before, it was turning you on more and more.

he had you in the mating press position, hitting your most sensitive spot each time, while your hips and his balls met each time. you cunt was beyond wet, your juices dripped out and slid down onto the ground—creating a huge puddle underneath you.

you could feel him twitch inside of you and his strokes became faster and harder. he was cumming, hard.

a knock on the bathroom door startled you, causing you to look at it.

“hey! can you hurry up, i really gotta use it,” a voice could be heard from the other side, following another knock. you looked at allmight, waiting for his next move.

“in a minute….having some—shit—s-s-stomach problems”

“c’mon dude! you’ve been in there for like an hour”

“in a minute!” he yelled back, not stopping his movements. he was going to cum and nothing was going to stop him from finishing. with a few more slams, he released inside of you; while you came once more with him—this time you squirted all over him.

he grabbed your smaller body and rolled over on his back, with you lying on top of his sweaty, naked body.

“we’re going to need a plan to come out of here without them suspecting a thing,” you chuckled, peppering his chiseled face with kisses.

“this is why we have quirks, to get out of situations like this. now let’s get dressed, so i could show you more of why I’m number one~”

[animethottywithnobody]

"Rumor Has It"

~ ft Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto

CW: nsfw, dom! Suguru Geto, switch! Satoru Gojo, sub! reader, black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used (ie: babygirl, pretty, my love, etc), double penetration (same hole + vaginal/anal), creampies, mentions of everyone under the influence (all consentual though), (will add if there's anything missed)

WC: 6800+

Synopsis: Being besties with two of the sexiest men alive meant having rumors spread like wildfires. Some say you're all dating, others say you're all having threesomes, and many think you are the hottest poly relationship ever to exist. The constant flirting, touching, and the news of the boys' recent relationship with each other don't help back your consistent denials. But what happens when the boys want to make the rumors true?

AN: This might be my longest fic written yet... but it's definitely not the last! Pics found on Pinterest + credit @/thatsallitchief on Twitter

❗️minors & blank blogs DNI❗️

The alcohol courses through your body as you dance with the girls. The smell of sweat, alcohol, sex, and other substances mixes in the air. Parties are almost essential to the college experience. As a member of the sister sorority to one of the most famous frats on campus and best friend to two of the most popular boys in the fraternity as well as the school, you're usually in attendance at most parties, especially the ones hosted by them, and this is one of them–  a farm ranch-themed costume party filled with various costumes that fit the theme. 

You’re pulled away from the girls by a guy you recognize from another fraternity. You’ve had a few conversations and shared a class, but you wouldn't say you know him too well. He gently puts his hands on your waist, guiding you to sway to the music. He does everything effortlessly and wordlessly, causing you to giggle. You let him take the lead as you both dance. “Not a man of many words.” 

“You caught the vibes anyway.” He mumbles as his hands pull you closer so your bodies are flush together. He’s not the first guy to approach you, and he won’t be the last. With your popularity, beauty, and nice personality, you get approached by multiple people throughout the day, especially at parties, so this isn't something you think too much about. “Your boyfriends are staring. Think they’re mad I'm dancing with their girl?” You don't have to ask or even look to see who he’s talking about because this also happens every day. 

While you don't mind the attention you receive from guys, Satoru and Suguru do mind. You can always feel their eyes on you because they’re always watching, even going as far as looking irritated by the number of guys you attract. You glance over to see the boys with their eyes on you while being surrounded by guys and girls begging for their attention, looking every bit as hypocritical as it sounds. 

You’ve been friends since high school, so saying you're close is an understatement. You guys are practically inseparable, and because of that, rumors have circulated since your junior year of high school. You’re all very flirty with each other playfully, very physically affectionate, and the boys are very possessive and protective of you. Rumors of hookups and poly relationships run wild among the students on campus, but you don't pay much mind to them. You can see where the rumors come from, especially with the boys openly talking about the idea of having threesomes or being in a poly relationship with you, but you know they’re all flirty jokes, something they've been doing for years. Everything has escalated a bit since Satoru and Suguru started dating and have been very public about their relationship, thanks to Satoru ‘I love pda’ Gojo. 

Another thing that doesn’t help the poly relationship rumors is the constant matching or coordinating outfits. Tonight, the three of you came dressed as cowboys because of the phrase “save a horse, ride a cowboy,” which they’ve been saying to you a lot lately since they told you they want you to be the cowgirl to their cowboys. 

Satoru’s hat is hanging from his back, giving you direct access to his piercing, bright blue eyes, while Suguru’s hat is pulled over his long hair, leaving his dark eyes mostly hidden, but the heat of his stare is very noticeable. This is the script for every party. They get surrounded by women and men who want them, and they entertain it, but as soon as guys come around you, they suddenly get protective and can't keep their eyes off of you. Every time you confront them about it, they say they don't want their girl taken away by some random who’ll never be good enough. 

Ignoring them as usual, you continue dancing with the guy. After a while, some guys from his frat pull him away. Barely alone for a minute, you feel big hands grip your waist from behind, the familiar scent, rings, and manicure matching your own let you know exactly who this is. “Hi Sugu.” You shake your head as you lean against his body, always feeling comforted by his presence. 

“Hi, Pretty.” He mumbles, leaning down so his mouth is by your ear. “Havin’ fun?” He whispers as he guides your hips in a lazy sway, holding you flush against him. 

“Don’t I always?” You tease as you reach a hand up to feel the strands of hair flowing out from his hat. You look around lazily. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Our boyfriend is around here somewhere.” He hums, making no move to actually look. His scent mixed with the weed he was smoking is intoxicating, leaving your head dizzy. “Am I not enough, my love?”

“You're more than enough.” You giggle, turning around in his hold, letting your hand fall on his chest. When you look up to meet his eyes, you see they’re low and red. You assume from the weed, but there's something else swimming in them as well. “It's just weird when you two aren't together. Feels like you’re both plotting.” 

“And if we are?” He leans close to you, lips hovering over yours. To you, this isn't something new or a problem. You’ve kissed both boys multiple times, sometimes it was out of curiosity or need when tensions get high, or when weed and alcohol buzzed in your system at parties or hangouts. Satoru doesn’t drink or smoke as much as the both of you do since he’s a complete lightweight, but that doesn't stop him from joining in on the kisses and heavy touches. Even with both boys in a relationship with each other, they've always said that you are the exception and that it doesn't count as cheating when they're kissing their girlfriend. 

“Well then, I’d feel left out. I’m your best friend, shouldn’t I be included?” You tilt your head slightly with a smirk. The feeling of his breath on your face mixed with his hips moving against yours is mind-numbing. Any longer and you’d lose all ability to think straight. 

“We’d never leave you out, sweetheart.” He mumbles as he closes the gap between you both. He kisses you with possession as if to make it clear that you're his. You can’t tell if he’s trying to make it clear to others or clear to you. Your hands slide up to his neck, holding him close while his tightened on your waist, almost bruisingly. 

“If anyone's left out right now, it’s me.” You feel a body press against your back, hands gripping just above Suguru’s hands. You feel a familiar grind against your ass, making you giggle. 

“How could we ever leave you out, Toru?” You lean your head against his chest with a lazy smile as you look up at him. “I asked where you were.” You mumble as his face comes close to yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. Suguru takes that as his chance to pepper kisses on your neck that’s left wide open for him. 

A small moan leaves your lips, captured immediately by Satoru’s. You pull away from his kiss with a smile, catching your breath. “As much as I love you guys, you're scaring the hoes away.” You playfully whine as you try to untangle yourself from the boys with no luck. 

“Good. I don't want anyone coming after our girlfriend.” Satoru pouts as he leans in to try capturing your lips again, but you turn your head so he gets your cheek instead. 

“People are going to think you guys are being serious when you say things like that.” You laugh as you shake your head. “I don’t interfere when you guys are surrounded by girls and guys drooling over you two. 

“You should.” Satoru leans over to your ear. “It’d be so hot to see you get jealous over us,” he whispers as he squeezes your waist harder. 

“We don't want anyone other than you, so there's no need to worry,” Suguru mumbles into your neck where you're sure he's been leaving hickeys—territorial idiots. He pulls away, smirking slightly at his work. “We’re all yours, sweetheart, you know that.” He pecks your lips gently before doing the same to Satoru, before he can complain or pout about wanting one too. Both of you know he’s plagued with only child syndrome. 

Satoru pulls Suguru by his hair and starts making out with him while you're trapped in between. When you feel the bulges in their cowboy jeans, it brings you back to reality—the one where you’re all best friends and in the middle of the makeshift dance floor. 

“As much as I love you both, I love getting laid too.” You try wiggling out from between the boys with no luck, not while they have an ironlike grip on you. “Guys, most of the guys who approached me asked if we’re actually in a poly relationship, and some asked if it's open. Do you see how I’m at a disadvantage?” You whine as you try pushing their faces away from each other. Not in jealousy but in a want of freedom.  “You both have each other to go home to, and I have a pink vibrator and a seven-inch sparkly dildo. You see how that’s totally not fair?” 

Satoru pulls away from Suguru with swollen lips, looking at you with hooded eyes. “I don’t see that as a disadvantage.” He chuckles softly, playing with one of the pieces of hair you have framing your face. “I mean, you're always welcome to come home to us, too.” 

You look at Suguru, who has a lazy smirk on his kiss-swollen lips. “What are you two up to?” You eye both boys in suspicion, having grown used to their schemes. These are two boys who, once they know what they want, usually get their way. 

“You never thought about feeding into the rumors?” He tilts his head slightly, making his long hair fall to the side like a waterfall. It makes you notice how his hair has grown a bit from your high school days. “You know, give the people what they want? Be the hottest poly couple they’d pay good money to see fuck.” 

“I’m guessing you two have been thinking about it?”

“Oh, baby, we’ve been thinking about it since high school. Hell, we’ve been thinking about it since before it became a rumor in the first place.” Satoru groans in your ear as he grinds against your ass. “Been needin’ you so bad babygirl.” 

A stern ‘Toru’ from Suguru calms him down slightly. You can’t lie and say you’ve never thought about fucking one or the other or even both of the handsome boys. They’re extremely attractive and always have been, only getting better with age. Plus, you all get along so well that a relationship could work with the dynamic you all have with each other, but you can never be too sure, and you’d never want to risk losing such an amazing friendship. 

“Guys, I don’t know if that’s-”

“Let’s just fuck one time, see what it's like,” Satoru whines as he wraps his arms around you in a bear hug. “We’re all curious, so let's just do it.” 

“I… I don't want to ruin our friendship.”

“Princess, this wouldn't be the thing to ruin us. I promise that. It’s alright to be scared or uncertain.” Suguru takes your face in his hands gently. “But if you want to test it out, you know we’ll always take care of you.”

“And we’ll have so much fun together.” Satoru purrs as he kisses your neck. “Come on, pretty, we won’t hurt you… Unless you like that.”

You quietly take a moment to weigh the pros and cons in your head. Though the pros list is definitely longer, the cons feel like they weigh heavier. But if both boys believe this won't be the thing to ruin everything, fuck it. “No harm in trying it once.” As soon as the words leave your lips, Satoru pulls you both into a three-way kiss. This has only happened once in high school when you all smoked for the first time, but the way you all molded into each other would suggest that you guys do this often. You hear gasps and whispers as well as people cheering the three of you on. 

Suguru breaks the kiss, though the look in his eyes betrays him. Satoru tries to chase your lips, but Suguru stops him. “Let's go somewhere without an audience.”

“I don't mind giving a show,” Satoru mumbles as he pulls you into a deep kiss. Suguru pries you away from the white-haired man with a heavy sigh. 

“Satoru.”

“Ugh, you're no fun, Sugu.” He whines, grabbing your hand with a giant smile. “Let’s go to my room, that's where most of the fun stuff is.” You grab Suguru’s hand when Satoru starts dragging you away, knowing that either way, he’d follow. 

The walk to his room is filled with teasing remarks, lingering touches, stolen kisses, and silly giggles. Sometimes, the two men will glance at each other knowingly before glancing at you and back at each other with a devious look in their eyes. 

When you reach Satoru’s room, the energy shifts to something you've never felt this heavy between the three of you… unadulterated lust. As soon as the door closes, two sets of hands explore your body as if they've never touched you before, lips immediately on your neck. “Let's see if the rumors are true,” Suguru whispers in your ear, biting it gently. 

The boys move as if their purpose in life is to touch you, to please you. Boots clattering on the floor as you're all in a hurry to get rid of them. But having the two of them at once is a bit overwhelming, so you come up with a solution. Your hands find their waists, grabbing the rope they have as a prop. “Sorry, boys, but I’ll be borrowing these.” You push Satoru back, and he whines, causing a smile to grow on your face. “Get on the bed for me?” Both boys look confused and curious, but Suguru is an observer before action most of the time, so he’s patient. Toru isn't so patient. He tries to come to you again, but Suguru gives him a look that causes him to hesitate. “You heard me, Toru. Get on the bed for me, baby.” You purr as Suguru slowly roams your body. He helps you out of your cropped leather jacket, peppering kisses on your shoulder as he lets his hands fall to your waist lazily.

Satoru listens, sitting on the bed with a tiny pout because he feels left out. You pull Suguru into a soft kiss, letting your lips linger on his before pulling away from him. “Gimme a sec.” You go to Satoru with a sweet smile on your face, sitting on his lap. He melts like putty as he tries to kiss you, but you tsk and shake your head. “Not right now. I need your hands behind your back.” You whisper as you guide his hands where you want them. He’s very compliant as his bright blue eyes don’t leave your face. You use the rope from his costume to tie his hands together, tightly to hold him, but not to hurt. You take the rope from Suguru’s costume and tie it around his chest and arms, putting a bow. “The cutest present.” You tease as you lift yourself up a bit to move your skirt out of the way. 

You bring yourself to a slow grind, feeling your panties rub against the rough material of his jeans. The feeling of his bulge lets you know that he’s big, bigger than you expected. He groans, making sure to keep eye contact with you. His eye contact is lethal, especially with eyes as pretty as his. He whines and begs for more. He looks like a puppy, and you start to regret not doing this sooner. “Ah Sugu, i-is he always this a-adorable?” You moan, going a bit faster. 

“Yeah, not always this good of a listener though.” His voice sounds deeper and raspier than usual. You look back at him to see his hooded eyes staring at the movement of your hips against Satoru’s, mesmerised at the scene in front of him. From the roll of your hips to your hands gliding through snowy white hair to his lover’s head falling back, filling the room with moans. 

“C’mere Sugu, ah lemme make you feel good.” You tilt your head slightly with a dopey smile he could never say no to, not that he ever would. He walks over to you, always the cool, calm guy. When he’s close, you pull him by his belt buckle. You look up at him as you undo his belt and unbutton his baggy jeans. You look down when you unzip his pants, gasping softly at the thick bulge in front of you. You run your hand over his bulge, feeling it twitch. One of them being big is already enough, but both of them being overly blessed is a bit frightening.  

“Ya scared?” Suguru teases, lifting your face by your chin so you're looking up at him. The cocky smirk on his face makes you scoff, but before you can say anything, Satoru starts whining.

“Yeah, yeah, we have big dicks blah blah. Pay attention to me, pretty girl, please!” Satoru leans into you, frustrated at his lack of autonomy. He would’ve taken your attention easily if he could move freely. He’d grind you on him faster, basically fucking you with your clothes on because he can. Your slow pace is torture to him, and he wants to be free. 

You grab his face gently, pulling him into a deep kiss. “Patience, Toru. Both my boys are gonna get my attention, promise.” He groans because you call them ‘your boys’, feeling his dick get harder.

You turn back to Suguru, pulling his boxers down to free his dick from its confines. He’s long and thick, like very thick. He’s tanned like his skin and has a dark pink tip that looks almost purple at the moment. He has a vein that travels his length, and his pubes are perfectly trimmed, as expected from him. But what does shock you is the piercings. He has a Prince Albert and a Jacob's Ladder. 

“When did you get these, and why didn't I know?” You pout up at him.

“I got ‘em at the beginning of my freshman year of college. And it never came up in conversation.” You hold him in your hands gently, observing the piercings curiously. “I figured you'd see ‘em eventually. Never seen a pierced dick?” You shake your head.

“Never sucked one either.” You kiss his tip, feeling the cold metal against your lips in contrast to the warmth of his skin. He lets out a hiss, bucking slightly. You lick around his tip, keeping eye contact to see his every reaction. Unlike Satoru, who crumbles and looks adorable, Suguru looks calm, very sexy, and quite intimidating. He looks as if he's challenging you to do more, to make him break because of you. You’ve never been one to back down so easily, so you inch your mouth down his length slowly, teasing him as you go. His eyes flutter as a deep groan leaves him. The sound leaves you dripping more than you already are. 

“Toru’s been teased enough, don't you think?” Suguru tilts his head slightly. You nod. “Yeah? So ride Satoru as you suck my cock.” You look up at him with wide eyes, and he grins innocently. He reaches down, stroking your cheek sweetly. “Go on, sweet girl, ride his dick as you suck mine.” His gestures are sweet and gentle, but the vulgarity of his words and his tone show it's not a request, it's an instruction. 

Suguru is naturally the one in the group who's usually more attentive, nurturing, and in control. He’s the friend you can turn your brain off with most times because you know he wouldn't lead you astray. But something about his dominance in this way leaves you tingling. 

You follow his instruction, pulling him out of your mouth with a ‘pop’. You stop your lazy grind on Satoru, who whines at the complete stop of motion. Just being a brat when he knows he’s going to get more than a distracted, slow grind. You get on your knees and help Satoru get free from his pants and boxers since he's a bit tied up. Your jaw hangs a bit once you see his size, his dick almost poking you in the eye once it's free.

He looks a bit longer than Suguru, which is scary since Suguru is long enough. Satoru isn’t as thick, thankfully, but his thickness is still impressive. He’s pale like his porcelain skin with a light pink tip that's an angry red, precum making a sticky mess. His pubes are also trimmed, shaped like a heart, and he has a slight curve upwards that's sure to wreck you. “Hey, don’t think about backing out now, baby. Hop on.” Satoru attempts to tease you, but he just sounds whiny with the begging in his tone. You shimmy out your underwear, letting your skirt drop down as well, before climbing back on his lap. 

Suguru comes up behind you. “Ya shy, darling?” He grabs Satoru’s dick, causing him to hiss and buck his hips up. “Since I’ve taken it before, I’ll help you. That’s alright, yeah?” You look at him for a moment before nodding. “Words.” 

“Yeah, it’s okay.” You whisper as you put your hands on Satoru’s shoulders. 

“That’s a good girl.” Suguru purrs as he kisses your forehead while stroking Satoru slowly. “Let's stretch you a bit so you can take him.” He snakes his other arm around your waist, rubbing your clit gently. “Fuck you're so wet for us, pretty girl.” He groans while Satoru bucks up into his hand desperately. Suguru slips his middle finger into you, causing you to lean back against him. “I’ve got you.” He whispers as he pumps his finger before adding his ring finger. 

“I wanna move my arms!” Satoru whines as he wiggles against his confines. “Set me free, I’ll be good!” He begs with big, glossy eyes. 

Suguru sighs, pulling his hands away from you both. He moves behind Satoru and starts untying him. “You better behave. I have no problem tying you back up and fucking her as you watch.” Satoru whimpers as he nods in understanding. 

As soon as his arms are free, an arm wraps around you while the other hand starts where Suguru left off, fingering you. Catching on, you take over jerking Satoru off while Suguru is away. He goes to one of Satoru’s side tables, opening the bottom drawer to get a few items. You look over curiously to see a buttplug with a black jewel and a bottle of lube. Satoru follows your eyesight before chuckling breathily. “It's brand new for you, baby. It has a black jewel to match the color of our costumes.” He kisses you messily. “We remembered you said you were experimenting with anal by yourself and were interested in taking real dick, so we thought we could help you, yeah?” He babbles as he leans his forehead against yours, moaning helplessly with begging eyes. 

“The buttplug should be the same size as the one you're used to. Someone was snooping through your toys and checked.” Suguru shakes his head as Satoru gives you a dopey smile to admit that he is indeed the culprit. He comes up behind you, pushing you forward a bit as he gets on his knees behind you. You feel something wet on your asshole before you feel Suguru spreading what you assume is lube around. “Relax for me, pretty.” He mumbles as he slowly pushes his middle finger in, giving you time to get used to it before he starts fingering you gently. The double penetration has you buzzing, shocked by the unfamiliarity. “You're quiet. Need you to talk to me, sweets.” 

“Fuck this is ugh, I don’t know.” You whine as you lean your head on Satoru’s shoulder. Suguru sticks another finger in.

“Well, you better get used to it since it's gonna get more intense when it’s our dicks inside you.” Satoru teases, causing you to squeeze his tip, which pulls a whiny whimper from him. 

“I’m sticking the buttplug in and then I’ll help you ride Satoru.” Suguru pulls his fingers out so he can lube up the cold metal. You try to look back at him, but Satoru quickly pulls your attention to him. “We’ve got you.” He hums as he pushes the plug into you. They were right, it is the same size as the one you mainly use at home. Once it’s in, Suguru stands up, pulling you into a gentle kiss. “You did so good, love.” He mumbles before giving Satoru a kiss, rougher than the one he gave you. “Thank you for behaving.” 

“When do I not?” Satoru hums with a smile. “Alright, now that she’s prepped on both ends, let's get her riding me. I wanna fill her up so bad, Sugu.” 

“I know Toru, be patient.” Suguru scolds before looking at you softly. “Let me help you, sweets.” He murmurs sweetly as he lifts you, hovering you over Satou’s length. He lifts you like you weigh nothing, and well, to him, you don’t. Satoru lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against it as he’s buzzing with excitement. “You just gotta sit on it,” Suguru mumbles as he slowly pushes you down, inching you to take Satoru’s full length. You and Satoru are moaning, whimpering messes while Suguru calmly pushes you down until Satoru bottoms out. “See? Wasn't that easy?” He turns your head towards him with his dick in hand. “You did a great job, now open up, darling.”

You do as told, going back to suckng Suguru as you take some time to adjust to Satoru’s length. Once comfortable, you start moving slowly. Satoru’s hands fly to your waist, helping you bounce on his cock faster and harder. The sudden pace shocks you and makes you accidentally take more of Suguru than you were ready to, so you gag on him. “So fucking good baby, ugh fuck Sugu.” Satoru groans, losing himself in you easily. “S-she’s so wet and warm and f-fucking tight.”

“F-fuck Toru, be careful with her or you're done.” Suguru threatens with a grovelly voice filled with more pleasure than a threatening tone. 

“Oh yeah, baby. S-she really likes it when you threaten me. Always dripping, and she gripped me so tight just now.” Satoru doesn’t slow down at all; if anything, he speeds up. “You’ve g-gotta feel her. Come feel her baby.” Satoru whines as he bucks up with each of your bounces, so it’s like he never leaves you. It’s like he's obsessed with the feeling of you or even with you as a whole. “F-fuck she feels like she's g-gonna cum and I’m so fucking c-close too.” 

Suguru lays a hand on your head gently, not pushing, as he groans from the vibrations of your whimpers and moans around him. “Yeah?” He pulls out your mouth, tapping your cheek with his dick. “You gonna cum pretty girl?” 

You look up at him with lust-filled eyes as you rub your cheek against his dick, kissing it gently. “Mhm, Toru’s gonna make me c-cum.” You lick the length of one of his veins. “I w-wanna cum Sugu.” 

“Fuck Sugu,” Satoru whines, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “Stop being a sadist for two seconds and let us cum, please!” 

Suguru laughs, sounding every bit the sadist Satoru claims he is. “Since you’re so desperate, both of you cum for me.” That's all the two of you needed before your cumming on Satoru’s cock, not too long before he's cumming inside of you. The mix of your moans and groans is like music to Suguru's ears. “Happy now?” He teases with a tilt of his head. 

“Asshole,” Satoru mumbles as he flops down on the bed, gripping your waist lazily. “You feel so good pretty.” He grins up at you with lust heavy in his eyes. 

Suguru pulls out of your mouth, gently pushing you down to lie on Satoru’s chest. “Make room, Toru.” He mumbles as he lines his tip up with your entrance. Satoru hisses when you squeeze him out of nervousness. “It's gonna be a bit uncomfortable and a bit painful, but you've gotta relax.” Suguru coos, rubbing your back as he slowly pushes in, allowing you to adjust as he slowly stretches you out. 

You grip Satoru’s shirt tightly. “Oh fuck Sugu!” You whine as tears fall down your face. “I-I can’t.” You sob.

Satoru holds your face, wiping your tears as he peppers kisses on your cheeks, lips, and nose. “Shh, it's okay. You're doing great.” He whispers between kisses before a groan is ripped out of him. “Damn tight pussy. Sugu, I can feel your every vein.” 

Suguru rolls his eyes at Satoru before addressing you. “He's right, you're doing great. I know it’s a lot, my love, I’m sorry, but please, you have to relax and let me in.” Suguru apologizes as he keeps pushing into you. “Alright, big stretch comin'.” He bottoms out, and you and Satoru moan at the pleasure and pain. “Oh f-fuck!” His head falls back as he pants softly. “You did so good, won't move til you're ready.” After a bit, you pull forward a tiny bit before pushing back, ripping moans and groans from all of you. “Y-you ready for us to move?” You nod your head eagerly, and that’s all Satoru needs, but Suguru tsks, stopping him. “Use your words, honey.” 

“P-please, Sugu! Need you both to fuck me.” You whine as you look back at him, tears filling your eyes in desperation. 

“Aw, what a good girl. Anything for you.” He brushes your tears before pulling back and giving you a wicked thrust. The boys stagger their thrusts, so one is always buried inside you. The sounds are beyond filthy. Moans, groans, and the sounds of your wet pussy being bullied by two big cocks fill the room. You feel Suguru start to fuck your ass with the plug a bit, causing you to feel fuller than you’ve ever felt. All the sensations cause you to squeeze them tightly. 

“Oh fuck, you’re choking our cocks baby girl,” Satoru whines as he throws his head back against the pillow behind him. His thrusts are sloppier than Suguru’s, most likely sensitive from recently cumming. “Gonna cum if you squeeze us like that.” You purposefully clench around them again. “So fucking dirty you little minx. Want us to fill this pretty pussy with more cum?” 

“Shit, I’m s-so full. Please, please cum inside me.” You whimper, letting your head fall against Satoru’s chest. “Gonna cum, feel weird.” You and Satoru are both so out of it, drunk off the feeling of everything. You babble, he rambles, and Suguru can't help but find the two of you to be so cute. He lets out a breathy chuckle as he runs his hand across your stomach to your clit, rubbing small circles. 

He leans down, chest against your back.“I need you to make a mess on our cocks.” He whispers in your ear, voice heavy with lust and a slightly commanding tone. It doesn't take long until you're squirting on the two boys, giving Suguru the mess he so kindly asked for. Satoru follows right behind you, and after a few sloppy thrusts, Suguru finishes as well. Both boys slowly pull out of you one at a time, watching as their cum mixes and pours out of you. Suguru takes his fingers and pushes them inside you, digging out some of the mixture before shoving his fingers in Satoru’s mouth. “How do we taste?” 

“So fuckin’ good,” Satoru mumbles with lust-filled eyes. Suguru repeats his motions before shoving his fingers in your mouth next. “Taste good, right?” Satoru asks this time. You nod and whine when Satoru shoves his fingers inside you before putting them in Suguru’s mouth. “See what I mean?”

“Taste like we were meant for each other.” Suguru groans as he pushes his fingers deeper in your mouth, making you drool. “I wanna eat you out, but I don’t wanna overstimulate you too much for our first time together.” He whispers to you as he kisses your forehead. “What hole do you want, Toru?” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, smearing your drool on your lips.

“Lemme take her ass.” There's a wicked look in his eyes that causes you to pull back from him, a skeptical look thrown his way. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He coos as he kisses your lips. You give Suguru a look, doubting his partner's ability to keep this promise. 

“You better be.” Suguru’s stern voice has you clenching around nothing. Positions change to accommodate the new idea. Suguru takes off his pants fully, removing his shirt so he’s fully naked before moving against the headboard. You remove your top before crawling onto the bed towards him. He’s quick to pull you onto his lap while Satoru gets fully undressed as well. “Should be easier to take me now, yeah?” He whispers as he brushes stray hairs from your face. He lifts you up before slowly sinking you onto his length. Since it's him alone, you can feel his piercings as they slide through your insides, leaving a coldness wherever they touch. Once you're fully seated, he pulls you to him so you're both chest to chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

Satoru kneels behind you, buzzing with excitement. “I’ve wanted this for so long, promise I won’t fuck it up.” He whispers before gently pulling the buttplug out, rubbing your hips gently whenever you tense up. He grabs the lube that Suguru left sitting on the bed, gently rubbing some against your asshole before lubing himself up. “Hopefully the plug stretched you out a bit so this won’t hurt too much.” 

“You have to relax. I feel you clenching up.” Suguru mumbles as he kisses your neck. You run a hand through his long hair, inky black locks tangled around your manicured fingers. As soon as you feel Satoru’s tip against your puckered hole, you clamp up, causing you to squeeze Suguru tightly. He hisses from the squeeze, his head falling back a bit. “You tryna choke my cock, huh?” He mumbles as he kisses your lips gently, continuing his circles on your back. “If you don't relax, it’ll hurt more. Don’t you see we're trying our best not to hurt you? Work with us, please, angel.” He chides with a tilt of his head. 

Even though he scolds you, Suguru has a naturally calming aura, though that doesn't mean he has trouble matching Satoru’s freak at times. Satoru uses your calmness to start pushing into you. He makes sure to go slow because he knows you’ll kill him when you get your strength back if he’s too rough with you. The further he slips into you, the more you can feel him losing his calm as his hold on your waist tightens, sure to leave bruises. 

But you don't understand. He feels the tightness and warmth from you wrapped around him while feeling Suguru’s thickness on the other side of a thin barrier of skin. He’s feeling two of his favorite people at the same time in such an intimate moment, being the first to help you through many experiences tonight. When he fully bottoms out, the two of you are whimpering and whining for two different reasons. He thinks he could cry from how complete he feels. 

You’ve never felt as full as you have tonight. No amount of double penetration with your buttplug and dildo can ever compare to this. Suguru tries his best to keep calm and stay in control, making sure no one moves until you're ready. A shocked groan leaves his mouth when he feels you rocking between the two of them. “P-please, I need you both to fuck me.” You whine with watery eyes, looking straight into his.

You don’t have to tell Satoru another time, as soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s practically pounding into your ass. Any control he tried to have was gone in an instant. Suguru catches Satoru’s pattern and does the opposite. When Toru pushes in, he pulls out and vice versa, timing it so they can feel each other begin to push in as they pull out, constantly brushing against each other. 

There’s no doubt now that you can be heard over the party. If you thought you all were loud before, you have to be overpowering every sound now. It's as if the boys decided that they could let it all go. Satoru’s deep voice whimpers and whines, babbling praises over and over, thanking you with almost every thrust. Even Surugu loses himself, showing himself to be more vocal and filthier than you would’ve thought. You were experiencing something many people dreamed of. 

It’s not long before you feel yourself about to cum again, rambling as much to the boys. “F-fuck baby, ugh me too, shit me too.” Satoru groans as his thrusts get sloppier and slower as if he’s preventing himself from cumming to enjoy this feeling as long as he can. 

“Let's ugh shit, let's all cum together, let us fill you up princess.” Suguru groans, a hint of a whimper in his voice. He holds Satoru’s waist when he realises what he’s doing and helps him fuck you at his pace. “Play with her clit for me, Toru, I got you, baby.” Satoru does as told, feeling overstimulated from the pace Suguru is setting and upholding. 

You cum first, making a mess all over Suguru’s cock before Satoru makes a mess of your ass. He pours loads of hot cum in your ass before Suguru finally breaks, cumming with both of you. A groan so deep and slightly whiny leaves him, you thought you would cum again from that sound alone.

Satoru falls on top of you, effectively crushing you between him and Suguru before he’s held up by the boy under you. “You're crushing her. Pull out and get off.” 

“But she’s so warm, I could stay here forever,” Satoru mumbles as he kisses your neck, breathless from what just transpired. He sits up, pulling out slowly after leaving kisses all over your neck and back. Suguru pulls you off from on top of him, chuckling softly when his cum runs out of you a bit before he lays you down between him and Satoru. “Did I hurt you pretty?” 

“No, I'm fine, Toru… just a bit tired and feeling kinda empty.” You look at the ceiling to avoid the obvious shit eating grins both boys are sporting. “Don’t let it get to your heads, assholes.” You mumble as you attempt to get up, only to be stopped by a hand on your stomach. 

“Where you goin’?” Suguru mumbles as he gets up. “Stay still.”  He looks at you before glaring at Satoru. “Don’t do anything stupid.” He kisses the grin on the white haired man's face before making his way over to the bathroom that connects their two rooms. You hear the water running, signalling a bath. While he’s gone, Satoru rubs your body gently and kisses you slowly, one of his self-appointed tasks of aftercare.

When Suguru comes back, he pries Satoru’s hands away from you before lifting you bridal style and taking you to the bathroom. It’s filled with the smell of coconut and vanilla, your typical scents. He gently places you on the closed toilet seat, using one of his claw clips to clip your hair up before placing you in the warm water of the bath he prepared for you. “Ah, you remembered to protect the wig.”

“Well, of course, can’t ruin the hair you warned Toru not to touch multiple times a day.” He chuckles as he takes a washcloth, lathering it in soap. “Speaking of, he’d wanna join you… If you want that, of course.”

“He can join if he's good.” You tease when you see blue puppy dog eyes staring at you from the doorway. 

“I’m always good.” He pouts as he hops into the giant tub behind you, immediately wrapping you in his arms. “You comin', Suguboo? You know you want to.”

“Yeah, come on in, Sugu, I want you to.” You smile at him softly, causing a gentle red tinge to hit the tips of his ears. He comes into the tub, sitting at your feet, pulling them to his chest. 

“So… I guess all the rumors are true?” Satoru teases with a giant grin, causing you to groan and cover your face.

“Oh, shut up.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Call Him 'Mr. Handle It' (Eren Y. x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Possessive BF!Eren Yeager x GF!Feader

Synopsis: Eren is unlike any boyfriend you have ever had...and you mean that because no other has been as obsessive and possessive with you as he is. While he isn't controlling, he will definitely let somebody know that you are his. So when he accompanies you to a work dinner and catches the creep at work that you've been complaining about lately, Eren makes it very clear that his baby is NOT to be played with. And despite his best efforts, he'll have to make that known to you too...in private.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), Mild Plug!Eren x Mild Bimbo!Reader, Argument to Sex Pipeline lol, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitonism, Car Sex, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Blowjob While Driving, Doggy & Missionary on the Car, Dom!Eren x sub!Reader, Tongue Piercing, Deep Dicking, Reader Cums 2x, Mutual O, Creampie, Eren is Possessive, Protective, Obsessive & He is Strapped

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Had this one up in my head after listening to SZA. Hope y'all enjoy! -Jazz

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"Eren, baby, just please try to stay calm tonight."

Eren, your boyfriend who will proudly introduce himself to anyone and everyone as just that, gives you a hard side-eye as you walk together into the high-end restaurant for your work-related dinner party.

"Whatchu mean?" he asks. "I'm always calm. You're talkin' to me as if I'm five seconds away from crashin' out, babe."

He cracks a smile to reassure you-his baby, his princess, his everything-and ease your frazzled nerves, but it doesn't do much to soften that anxious look on your face. It does nothing to take away from how goddamn gorgeous you look tonight in your black mini dress, nylon stockings, and heels.

"No, but..." You trail off, looking off to the side at the bar filled with the stereotypically loud and stuffy businessmen that are no doubt the higher-ups in your corporate company. No doubt you're looking out for someone in particular.

And Eren believes he knows just who, but he won't say it until he is sure he has found him for himself. 'Blonde hair, mole on his cheek,' he thinks to himself. Truthfully, this is the only reason he decided to come: to see just who is bothering his girl while she's working hard at work.

When you walked in from work last week, talking about how someone asked you out to your work-related dinner party that you had already texted Eren about, Eren was ready to cut a bitch. You had giggled about it at the time like nothing was wrong. "Yeah, that Rui guy I told you about asked me to the dinner," you said.

"Uh-huh," Eren replied, focusing hard on his cutting skills to avoid jabbing the knife into the counter. He can feel anger pouring through him at the blatant disrespect he was hearing with his own two ears. "And what did you say?"

"Don't worry, boo," you reassured him as you sat your cute ass on the counter beside him. "I told him that you're my date. He didn't know I had a boyfriend, but I never talk about my relationship at work."

Perhaps that is why this Rui guy that Eren has heard so much about kept complimenting your work fits and chatting you up until recently when he finally dropped his "nice guy" act and asked you out. Eren had been slicing garlic for a steak dinner that night, but all he could think about was pulling up to this bozo's house and putting that knife in his....

'No,' he thought, releasing his grip on the knife handle. 'No murder. Remember what is at stake.'

His booming tattoo shop, popular on Twitter, Instagram, and among celebrities like Rihanna. The cozy apartment he shares with you as your roommate and partner. His pit bull puppy Lil' Eren that you adopted for him for Christmas. His amazing friends and work team. His weed side hustle. His motorcycle.

You. Beautiful, adorable, amazing you. Eren has never felt so deeply about another person the way he does you. When he met you in that bar four years ago when you were introduced as a friend of Armin, his childhood friend, it was a done deal.

Once he got a look at those curves, those pretty brown eyes, and that smile, he was obsessed with you and wanted so much to scoop you up, put you in his pocket, and ride off with you on his motorcycle. He learned later on that the feeling was mutual.

As soon as you got a look at the tattoos roping those toned arms, his piercings, pretty smile, and intense, steely eyes, you were hooked. Eren always had a very confident way to him that remains quiet yet vibrant. It's in the way he speaks. It's in his gait. It's in his personality. You can't get enough of it.

And it's especially in the way he protects you. Some would say that Eren is obsessive, and perhaps, he may be, but anyone who sees you would be. As cute and as sweet as you are, how could a man not want to keep you safe?

Eren considers himself possessive over you. He doesn't go overboard telling you where to go or what to wear (he isn't THAT insane), but he does check in with you often and will gladly go anywhere you want to go.

You're going out with friends? He'll drive you there in his Range Rover and hold your tiny purse if you ask with a "Sure, sweetheart" and a kiss. You want to go to the gym and run some errands? He'll be your personal trainer and slice a motherfucker with his eyes checking out your ass in yoga pants. He is your unofficial bodyguard

He would gladly go to work with you too, but alas, he must let his baby be a big girl and a good little employee, and handle her business alone. But that doesn't mean he won't show up when you need him to.

Eren just doesn't like anyone toying with what is his. Like his pretty motorcycle and his pretty car, you are his alone, which means no one can even touch or look at you in a way he perceives as more than friendly. And this Rui guy? Definitely more than friendly.

This flirtatious leech has been irking Eren for quite some time-probably for over a month since you started chatting about him. Whenever you had come home with more news about his many attempts at buttering you up-"He complimented my skirt today!" or "He said I should wear my hair like this more often, tee-hee~"-, Eren patiently and quietly listened, hoping for the chance to see this guy and put his fist in his face.

Unfortunately, in addition to his possessive nature, Eren is also a hothead. He manages to combat it with boxing lessons and much-needed rough sex with you where he tosses your ass around the bed like you weigh nothing, but if someone is working his nerves, like a guy who can't take the hint that you're taken, he can't just keep calm and put his emotions on ice.

Luckily for you, he knows how important this dinner is to you, and will be on his best behavior. "You got nothin' to worry about, mama," he soothingly tells you as he walks you farther into the restaurant. "I'd never embarrass you like you think I would."

"I didn't say that," you protest. "You don't have to. It's all over that pretty face."

"I'm sorry," you whimper. "I just don't like to see you get mad. You'll make yourself sick."

"Always lookin' out fa' me," he dreamily sighs. "Don't worry about me, okay? If I see the guy, I'll just leave him be and let you handle it. I'm sure your boss is around here somewhere."

The plan tonight is for you to "handle your business" and talk to your boss about Rui aka the pervert fuck who keeps harassing you. Initially, you didn't think too much of anything about his compliments and advances being that you never disclosed that you were with someone.

But once you rejected his date to the dinner, Rui changed...or as you stated to Eren, he changed. When you came home this week with your mascara soaking your cheeks, which meant you had been crying, Eren was on about 100 and ready to commit a drive-by on the one who made you cry.

He hung up your pretty pink peacoat for you, took you in his arms, and sat you down in his lap. "What is it?" he gently asked you. "Talk to me, baby. I'm right here." You sobbed your pretty eyes out for a bit, ruining your makeup even more, before you answered him. "I-It's that guy, Rui," you sobbed.

You then proceeded to tell Eren that Rui told you during your shared elevator ride (in which he practically forced by running on and then pressing the pause button) that you led him on and that Eren is lucky to have gotten himself such an 'easy' girl.

Eren felt like wringing someone's neck at the thought of some bum fuck insulting and disrespecting his girl. "What he look like?" he asked. You took notice of his acerbic tone and suspiciously squinted at him. "Why?" you asked. "Eren, please don't do anything stupid."

Your boyfriend completely ignored you, tapping your nose. "You didn't answer my question: what does he look like?" He drilled you with an intense stare that you couldn't ignore or squirm away from. "Short, blonde, and has a mole on his cheek," you reluctantly muttered. "I wanna handle this, Ren. This is my business, and my job! So I should be able to handle it."

He had agreed, but God knows he isn't going to listen. While Eren is proud of you for wanting to do this on your own, he also isn't going to let you. He knows how guys like Rui are and he knows that if he finds out you reported him, he'll make your days at work even more unbearable.

"You trust me, right?" he asks you now. He stares down into your perfect face, beat to perfection with Fenty Beauty makeup. "Of course, I do," you reply, looking up at him with those long, doll-like lashes. "I'll always trust you, Ren." That gives him more happiness than anything else ever could. Your trust is everything to him...but so is your safety.

"Y/N!" someone yells across the room. "Over here! Bring your man too!" You both turn, finding a brunette standing in a purple gown, surrounded by your other coworkers. "Oh, there's Sasha!" you happily squeal. "Oooh, and they've got a chocolate fountain!" Eren chuckles at your cuteness, kissing your forehead. "You go and get yourself some. I'm gonna head to the bar and get some drinks."

"K," you giggle and give his cheek a peck before walking off. As you saunter away, he watches your ass jiggle, shake, and bounce in your dress. "Fuck," he mutters to himself, feeling his cock twitch. How the fuck did he get so lucky?

After shaking off his hard-on and the urge to bend you over in front of your coworkers, boss, and the entire company, Eren walks over to the bar located off to the right side of the room where he is accompanied by others in their best-dressed clothes. After flagging down the bartender and ordering you and your friends mini-margaritas, with a shot of vodka for himself, he is suddenly aware of the couple sitting a stool down from him.

The girlfriend is tall and slender with a red cocktail dress and stripper heels. "Where the hell is this bartender?" she scoffs, slamming one manicured hand down on the bar. "Is the service always this slow here?"

"C'mon, Cheryl, don't," her boyfriend mutters. "It's a fuckin' dinner party...or did you forget that? You were the one who was desperate to come." He sounds so bitter that Eren has to turn around to look...and nearly drops his glass.

Blonde hair. Short. A mole on his neck. So this is the Rui guy that he's heard so much about. He has an even more punchable face than Eren fantasized about. "I was not desperate!" Cheryl hisses, glaring down at him. She is taller than him even when sitting. "Why are you being such a dick to me tonight?"

Rui takes an unbothered shot of his beer which Eren is sure isn't his first or second. "Well, maybe it's because I was almost an hour late 'cause you were too busy with your hair earlier," he hisses back.

Cheryl slinks an arm on his shoulder, squeezing it. "I did that for you," she seductively coos, peering down at him with hooded eyes as she teases her curls with the other. "C'mooon, Rui. You don't think my hair looks good enough to grab?" Eren resists the urge to laugh into his drink. So this man is clearly cuffed, but flirting with other women? What a tool!

"Hey, Rui!" comes a shout. Rui's attention from Cheryl shifts and he looks towards his buddy. "Keni, my boy!" he guffaws. "I was waitin' to see your skinny ass tonight!" The two hug and pat each other on the back while Cheryl sits there, teasing her hair and looking very irritated. Especially since Rui doesn't introduce her, so Keni has to do it himself. "Hi, I'm Keni. I work in Rui's department with him."

"Cheryl," Rui's mystery girlfriend says with a tight smile. "Rui, I'll be right back." She doesn't clarify where she's going and Rui doesn't ask, so she struts off for the exit. Eren hopes she's planning on leaving his sorry ass here.

As the bartender returns with the round for you and your coworkers, Eren perks an ear to listen in on the two businessmen. "Soooo that your new girl?" Keni asks. Rui scoffs, his words slightly slurred. "Oh, please, dude! You know me. She just thinks she's my new girl." The raucous laugh that escapes him pisses Eren off even more.

"So what ever happened to that Y/N girl?" Keni curiously asks. "She's here, y'know." Eren watches as he looks towards you and your sinful red dress. "She looks good."

Rui only spares you a side-eye. "Oh, her," he spits. Eren grips his glass so tight that he is sure he'll break it. "Told me she had a boyfriend last week even though she's been actin' like she's been single this whole time! I mean, why didn't you say anything while I was giving you all of those compliments? Like you think I'm chatting about your hair 'cause I think I'm so interested in what you do to it?"

Eren drains the rest of his vodka before returning to his eavesdrop session. He is silent...and silent Eren isn't good. "So I take it you didn't hit?" his friend chuckles. Rui hums in acknowledgement. "It's for the best. She's easy anyway. You should see the shit she wears to work."

Quickly, Eren takes the round of mini margaritas and hurries away from the bar. If he had murder on his mind before, it is even worse now. He can't escape the images of him slamming Rui's face into the bar after smashing his glass over his fat head. 'Stay calm,' he thinks like he would chant a mantra. 'Stay calm. Stay fuckin' calm.'

When he gets back over to you, you and your bright smile are like a breath of fresh air. "Hey, baby, there you are!" you joyfully exclaim, holding a plate of chocolate, fruit, and pastries. Sasha ogles at the tray Eren holds. "Oooh, he got just drinks!" she giggles. "What a gentleman."

Eren stiffly hands the margaritas out to you and your friends. "Don't mention it," he says, but it sounds forced even to him. Your smile fades and your pretty eyes roam over his face. "What's wrong?" you whisper. God, you know him so well.

Eren's eyes flick across the room to the bar, just in time to see Rui's short stack ass making a beeline to the bathroom. "Nothin', babe, just gotta pee." He pecks you on the cheek, giving you a reassuring wink. "I'll be back. Enjoy yourself."

He leaves before you can ask anymore questions and makes a break from the bathroom, trailing right behind Rui. He cracks his knuckles while he does so. When he gets to the bathroom, Rui is right where Eren wants him: alone and unbothered, pissing in a urinal.

Eren decides to go for the one next to him. He only gives the dickhead a friendly nod when he unzips his pants and takes his dick out to do his business. They are silent, the only sounds being the muffled music from the dinner party and their piss hitting the porcelain urinals.

As soon as Rui is done, he zips up his slacks and moves to the sinks, whistling to himself. Eren follows after several seconds later, not wanting to seem too suspicious but also wanting to grab this chance by the horns. They both run hot water, the sound filling the tense air between them.

As Eren lathers his hands, he risks a chance at conversation: "Crazy out there, ain't it?" he asks. Rui is more than happy (and drunk) to engage. "Oh, yeah," he agrees with a laugh. "I'm only three drinks in and I need more. These kinda events get so borin' though."

Eren hums in agreement. "I would think if you didn't have a date and came alone." Rui pauses and turns to him, tapping a finger on his stubbly chin. "Say...do you know someone here? I don't think I've ever seen you before."

Eren's brows raise in question, wondering if the guy is serious. Didn't he see him walk in with you earlier? "You don't know who I am," he realizes. Rui's eyebrows knit in confusion. "Uh...no? Am I supposed to? You work in one of the departments?"

Eren bites his lip, choosing his next words carefully to reel Rui in. "No, I just know a...mutual coworker," he decides. "Someone you know quite well." He stops the water from running and silence ensues.

Rui blinks at him and gives him a humored smile. "Uh...okay? I know a lot of people well." He laughs to himself, trying in vain to ease the tension. It doesn't work.

"From the looks of it, yeah," Eren deadpans, "if you're talkin' to someone who's taken while you're dating somebody else...oh, excuse me. I meant fucking, not dating."

Now Rui's annoying, sloppy smile fades, replaced with an offended expression. "Excuse me?" he scoffs.

"Yeah, excuse you," Eren replies without missing a single beat. He turns to look at Rui fully, no doubt intimidating him with his size difference. "So you got a thing for my girl, is that right? Oh, yeah, you probably have no idea who I mean because you flirt with everything that walks and has a skirt. Does Y/N ring a bell to you?"

Rui blinks once and suddenly, his eyes grow big with fear. "Yeah, that's my girlfriend," Eren continues, his voice getting steelier. "Emphasis on 'my'. She's mine and I don't like anybody playin' with what's mine. 'Specially someone who makes her uncomfortable and can't take a fuckin' hint."

He doesn't go any deeper than that. He knows that Rui knows exactly what he means. "L-Listen, I don't want no trouble," he stammers.

"I know you don't, so allow me to give you a word of advice from me to your sorry ass." Eren leans his arm on the sink and leans in towards Rui who instantly leans back, wanting to get away from the taller, tattooed man.

"If you ever come near Y/N, if you ever talk to her, if you even so much as look her way, and I find out about it, you're gonna have to deal with me. Not her or your boss. Me." He tenses his jaw and narrows his eyes. "And let me tell you: you don't wanna deal with me," he whispers. "You don't want none of this."

Click.

Rui's eyes flick down at the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking in Eren's pocket. He sees it and Eren's thumb grazing the trigger. "How'd you get that in here?" he asks, his voice wavering with fear.

Eren passively shrugs. "I got my ways. None of 'em you need to worry about. What you need to worry about is those slacks." He nods down at Rui's crotch that has gone wet. The man peed himself! Eren resists the urge to laugh.

Your boyfriend smirks as Rui shakes his boots, terrified and traumatized. "So I can trust that I'm not gonna hear about you trappin' her in an elevator or askin' her out again, am I?" he asks, his voice low and menacing.

Rui is so afraid that it takes him several seconds to speak. "Yeah," he chokes out. "I-I mean, no. No, you won't. R-Right!" Eren takes his hand off of his gun and gives him a smile. "Good!" he chirps. Nice meetin' you, Rui! I'll see you out there!"

He then turns and leaves Rui standing there in a puddle of his own mess, open-mouthed, and shaking. When he returns to the party, you have finished your margarita and are standing by the bathroom waiting for him. "Hey, I was looking for you. Is everything okay?"

He smiles into your big, doe-like eyes and wraps a secure arm around you. "Better than okay, baby," he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek. "Where's your crew?" You lean your head into him the way he likes. "They went out to smoke, but you know me: I don't like cigarettes. I was trying to look for my boss to talk about-"

"Don't worry 'bout it," Eren interjects. You pause, taken aback by his words. Then a light flickers behind those eyes. "Did you...say something to him?" you carefully ask, and then your eyes narrow. You're mad. "Eren, I told you that I'd handle it."

"And you did, mama," he reassures you. All I did was see the guy in the bathroom and-"

You toss your arm off of him, enraged. "And what? You threatened him, didn't you?" Eren stays quiet, knowing better than to speak. "Ugh, I can't believe you! You never listen to me!" You begin to storm off, but Eren grabs your hand to stop you. "Hey, hold up," he growls.

But you once again toss his hand off of you, stinging him. "I don't wanna hold up. I wanna go home." So what do you do? You pull your phone out and tap-tap-tap away with those acrylic nails.

Eren forcefully takes your phone, holding it out of reach of you. "No, the fuck you're not orderin' an Uber right in front of me," he growls, looking at your screen. You look away from him, somewhere off to the side. "I don't wanna be around you right now, Eren."

But your boyfriend isn't having none of that. "Too fuckin' bad. And if you keep pushin' me, I'll tear that ass up right here. You know I'm serious, Y/N." At the steely gaze on his face, you begin to flush and cross your arms over your ample bosom. Bratty and defiant but quiet.

"C'mon before people start staring and I really embarrass you," Eren mutters. He takes your hand again. You don't shake it off this time.

************

On the car ride home, you say nothing.

You are completely silent. Even the soft music playing from Eren's AUX doesn't help to ease the tension. You are about fifteen minutes from home when Eren finally speaks. "So are we gonna talk or are you just gonna keep quiet the whole time?" he pushes.

You say nothing, still sitting there like the very angry passenger princess you are with your arms crossed and eyes locked on the world rushing by you out of the window.

Eren drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his lap. He wants so desperately to have it on your thigh instead. "Y/N, baby, I'm sorry," he sighs. "It's not that I didn't trust you to handle it. I just-"

"You just what, Eren?" you snap. He is taken aback by your sudden explosion. "You just couldn't help yourself? What a shock! You couldn't even keep your anger in check for ONE NIGHT!"

You have just opened Pandora's box for a guy like Eren. He grips the wheel so tight that his knuckles turn white. "Listen, I'm not likin' the way you're talkin' about me. I'm not a gasket ready to blow all the fuckin' time, Y/N, but you know how I feel about you. I told you from the jump that I'm very protective over what's mine."

You squint accusingly at him. "What's yours?" you scoff.

"Yes, mine," he replies, and his tone is final. Firm. Not to be argued with. "Da fuck? You got no problem with me callin' you that in bed, so why are you trippin' now?"

"Don't talk to me like that!" you bark, raising your voice now. "I'm not a car or a pet or a child, Eren! I can make my own decisions and handle situations myself! I didn't need your help!"

Your boyfriend scoffs, smiling dryly at the road. At this point, he is going 50 on a 30 speed-limited road. "So what? Now I'm the bad guy because I wanted to protect my girlfriend and make sure she's safe?"

Though the tension ebbs, it is still there hanging in the air. "Don't do that," you argue, but your voice grows soft. "Don't make me feel guilty."

"Yeah, you should!" he snaps. Now it's his turn to raise his voice and it makes you visibly flinch. "You should feel fuckin' stupid for even fighting with me about this! You tried to handle it once and that pervert didn't take the hint, so I drilled it in his head. Trust that he won't bother you anymore. No one is going to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe while I'm here, Y/N, and maybe you need to get that drilled in your head too."

"Eren," you softly exhale. But he doesn't let you finish.

"I'm mad as fuck at you right now," he seethes, "but not enough to not make you see that I love you. I'm fuckin' crazy about you. Crazy enough to kill anybody that makes you frown? Yes. Crazy enough to tie you up and keep you in our apartment forever just to keep you safe? Hell yes. But you love your job, so the least I can do is make sure you're straight and no motherfucker tries you. You deserve better than that."

"Eren," you whimper. Your sweet voice manages to calm him down a smidge and he loosens his grip on the wheel. "We can talk more when we get home," he mutters. "And you're welcome, by the way."

You are silent, barely even giving him a little mewl of acknowledgment. He looks over and his eyes nearly pop out of his skull. "What are you doing?" he hisses. "Are you fuckin' touchin' yourself?"

Sure enough, there you are in the passenger seat, your thighs speed and your hand trailed down between them, gently rubbing yourself through your panties. Eren stares in shock as your manicured fingers toy with your pussy only covered by the thin layer of cloth. "Were you wet the entire time I said all of that?" he asks, curious. Your eyes flicker down at his pants, obviously aching for his cock.

"And don't lie," he growls. "You know I can tell when you're lyin' to me." Your eyes flick back up to him as your hand continues to rub yourself. "Y-Yes," you stammer.

Eren's cock springs to life in his pants, chubbing against his slacks. The tension before has vanished, but it is now replaced with something more sexual. "Ohhh, so it turns you on to see your man like this, hm? What ever happened to all that BS you were spewin' at the dinner?"

"Eren, please," you sigh. Your soft voice is an aphrodisiac to him as well as his kryptonite. No matter how much you piss him off, you never fail to turn him on and make him forget why he was even angry at you in the first place. You're a vixen the way you toy with your pussy and tease your breast at the same time, using one hand to pop both of your titties out for him to see.

Eren has never been the one to speed, but he is pressing hard on the gas now, weaving between cars and getting some honks in return. "You wanna put that hand somewhere, put it right here." He uses his free hand to slide it down to his crotch, gripping his semi-hard cock that is quickly pulsing and throbbing from the sight of you.

And like a fiend in need of her next fix, you unbuckle your seat belt, fully trusting Eren's driving skills, and switch position so you're kneeling in your seat. You then lean over his lap and proceed to rub him through his pants, sliding your palm up and down his hard-on. "Ah," he sighs, his head leaning back against his seat. "Fuck."

Feeling your soft hand applying pressure to his cock is making it so much harder to focus on the road. And when you finally unzip his pants and take his dick out so he can feel your soft, pretty hand wrap around him, he nearly swerves into another car trying to hop into a closer empty spot.

He raises a hand as an apology to the angered driver, but he isn't as apologetic when you begin gathering the pre-cum pooling at the head of his cock to slide down his shaft. A shuddery moan leaves his lips as you ogle at his cock, your eyes widening in excitement from the way it continues to harden and throb in your palm.

You're so excited that you begin to litter Eren's cock in kisses, adding some long licks along the vein that trails from his heavy balls to the dripping, bulbous tip. Eren chuckles, feeling ticklish from your kitten kisses along his dick. "What are you...oh, shit!"

He loudly gasps and grips the wheel with both hands as you begin to suck on his cock. The perfect grip you have on his shaft stroking him up and down combined with your soft lips, wet tongue, and heavenly throat gripping him tight are all enough to make him bust. "You little pervert," he chuckles. "You're so eager fa' me. Jesus, babe, you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that?"

His hand slides along the back of your head as you suck away at him, hollowing out your cheeks to make your mouth vacuum-tight for him. He groans at the feeling, tiny vibrations of pleasure making his entire body shiver. When he stops at a red light, you slide your wet mouth off of him and stare up at him with hooded, lustful eyes. "M'sorry, Daddy," you murmur against his cock.

Eren has never wanted to fuck you more than right now, seeing his dick pressed against your soft cheek. "Prove it."

That is all he needs to say to you. Immediately, you go back to giving him your sloppy, tight throat as the red light turns green. He hits the gas immediately, speeding off so fast that his tires squeal. To anyone watching through their cars, they would only see your head bobbing up and down as you suck off your boyfriend like your life depends on it.

Eren soon grows feral, his hand curling in your hair and pushing you down deeper. "Deeper, babe," he growls. "Take me deeper. I know you can do it." You gag around his cock, the lewd sound making him throb. One of your hands press into his lap, stopping you from taking too much.

"You let me worry 'bout drivin', okay?" he breathlessly hisses. "You just worry about takin' this cock." You do as you're told, continuing to sloppily suck off your man, causing saliva to dribble down your chin and onto Eren's balls and the leather seats. Neither one of you care. Not when Eren's moans sound so fucking hot to you and your mouth feels so fucking good to him.

Curiosity gets the better of him and he takes his hand out of your hair to instead occupy underneath your dress. He smiles as you moan around his cock as his fingers glide between your thighs to move your panties to the side. Sure enough, when his index and middle fingers glide along your puffy, soft slit, his fingertips become sticky.

"Fuck, you're wet!" he hisses. "You're such a little slut, makin' me this mad just to get me off." His thighs quiver and shake when you begin to suck him off faster, your hand stroking what your mouth can't take, desperate to make him bust.

But not yet. Not in here. He's so glad that he manages to get off the highway before quickly switching lanes and getting on a route that isn't for home. A sharp left turn makes you squeak, his cock slipping out of your mouth. "W-What are you doing?" you gasp.

He silences you by pushing your head back down towards his cock. "Don't worry about it," he growls. "And don't stop suckin' till I stop this fuckin' car."

Once again, you do as he orders and keep sloppily and wetly blowing him as he drives like a maniac. When he manages to scout out an empty hospital building with an open, empty garage, he just about praises God. Sssssskrt goes the tires when Eren literally Akira slides into the empty parking garage.

And like a good girl, you finally stop sucking. You sit up, your eyes big and your mouth wet, all of your lipgloss gone. "Get out," he finally demands. He doesn't even look at you when he says it. "What?" you dumbly ask. He turns to you and from the way your breath hitches, he knows that you know that you're in trouble. "I didn't stutter. Get out the car."

With some hesitation, you wipe the spit off of your mouth and open the door to get out of the car. Your dress is hiked up to show off your panties that Eren realizes is a thong from the way your asscheeks eat it up. He smacks your ass on your way out before he slides out of the driver's seat, dick still out and slamming the door shut.

He meets you around the front of his car and stands behind you, your ass pressed against his cock still dripping in your spit. He groans in your ear as the cool air makes him shiver and his naked cock twitch. You whimper as you feel him, trapped with nowhere to escape.

"You wanna be a slut, this is what sluts get," he cooly says. "Hands on the hood. Bend that ass over fa' me." Slowly, you do as you're told, pressing your hands against the car hood. Eren watches your ass with interest, loving how your thong sinks deeper between your asscrack. "A thong, baby?" he tsks. "Oh, you we're hopin' to get fucked later tonight."

Thwap, thwap, thwap!

You let out a soft, slutty moan when you feel his cock slap each of your asscheeks before gliding down to tease your hole. "E-Eren, baby, wait," you weakly protest. "Someone could see us."

Eren sucks his teeth, unashamed and unbothered by these other people. "I don't give a fuck," he growls. "Should've thought about that before you started playin' with that pussy in my car. Now do you wanna get my mouth or not?"

At the prospect of not receiving his tongue on your needy pussy, you bite your lip and turn to stare at him over your shoulder. "I do," you confess. "Please, Daddy. I'm sorry." He smirks at you and presses a kiss to your ass as he kneels down behind you. "You will be."

You realize just how serious he is moments later when he has you arching your ass into him as he sloppily and greedily eats your cunt over the hood of his Range Rover, his tongue piercing sliding along your slippery clit as his hands grip and spank your ass.

You slip and slid along the hood, your tits nearly spilling out of your dress and pushing against the cool metal. “Oh, my God!” you moan. “Eren!” You can't keep quiet. Your body refuses to as your man tongues your pussy like his life depends on it.

He pulls away to grin up at you, prying your asscheeks apart with his hands to admire the way his saliva drips from there down to your glistening pussy. “Yeah?” he teases. “Does my baby like that piercing?”

He teases you with his tongue again, making sure to slide his metal stud against your needy button while he uses one thumb to gently rim your asshole. Your moans and whimpers grow louder, echoing throughout the empty lot. “Yes, fuck, Daddy, keep going!”

Hearing your sweet voice grow ragged with need and pleasure makes Eren go feral. How he loves being the man to feast on your cunt. How he loves being your boyfriend and your Daddy, using you when he wants and pleasing you when you need. His tongue sinks into your pussy, filling you up and making you nearly moan your voice box out. “So good,” he mutters into your hole. “All for me.”

He continues to lick and slurp away at everything you give him, making your thighs quiver and your ass bounce against him as you begin to fuck his tongue. Finally, with a desperate "Fuck, Ren, I'm gonna cum!", you finally flood Eren's tongue with all of your sweet honey, drenching his mouth and chin in your cream.

Hearing your moans and tasting your cum makes Eren take one hand off of your ass to stroke his hard, throbbing cock, fucking his fist at the sound of you. After he finishes up licking you clean and pressing kisses along your pussy to make you twitch, Eren finally stands with his dick swinging between his thighs and leans over to see you.

You are pressed against the hood, breathing heavy and looking like an absolute slut with your ass and pussy hanging out of your dress hiked up over your hips. He gently lifts you up and turns you around to face him, growing harder at the sight of your messy mascara and ruined lipgloss. "Now do you get the message?" he asks, gripping your chin in his palm. "Or do you need a better persuasion?"

You gulp, looking like a fish out of water. "I...I want..." He smiles, watching your pretty brain leave your head. "Huh?" he teasingly asks. "You want what? C'mon, use your words. Tell me what my baby wants."

He takes his cock and taps it against your clit, making you whimper and grip his shoulders as if you're scared he will disappear. "You," you gasp out. "Please, Daddy! I need you in me now!" And as you turn back around and assume the position, Eren feels himself falling more in love with you. "That's a good girl," he whispers. "Always so eager...so needy fa' me."

He begins to kiss along your spine and gently massage your ass, earning soft moans and giggles in response to his ministrations. "Tap me twice if it's too much. You got it?" He taps his cock against your ass before sliding it down to your slit, gently pressing the head against the entrance of your pussy. "Yes, Daddy," you obediently reply. "I won't forget."

But it never is too much for you. Not when Eren's thick cock is stretching you out in the best way possible as he fucks you doggystyle against his car. Your moans and the sound of his thighs repeatedly clapping against your ass echo throughout the empty lot, creating a symphony of sex.

To anyone walking by all they would see is you, his beautiful girl getting her pussy filled and her tits massaged by her semi-naked boyfriend, his pants down and his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his toned torso and tattoos. “Oh!” you moan. “Oh, fuuuuck yes!”

Eren fucks you harder and rougher the more he watches you bounce around his cock like a good little bunny, your ass shaking and quivering so enticingly for him. “Now do you see how you make me feel?” he growls. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy, baby. You and this fuckin’ body.”

SPANK!

You wail out as his hand smacks your ass hard, so loud that one would think that it was a gunshot. “Only I get you this way. No other man could compare to me.”

SPANK!

“Ain’t that right, baby?” he growls in your ear, leaning over to sink his cock in deeper. “Say it! Let me hear you!” Despite your whimpering and sobbing in pleasure, you manage to reply to him despite how illegally good you're feeling on his cock. “Y-Yes!” you whine. “Harder, Daddy, please!”

Eren forces you to straighten your back and lean against him so your back is flush against his front. He fondles one of your tits with one hand while he palms your ass with the other, still pistoning into your tight, wet heat with abandon. “Like this, babe?” he asks. “You want it like this?”

He grins at your blissful, slutted-out expression, your mouth open and eyebrows knitted in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, Eren, fuck me!” you cry out. “Faster! Please!” He pecks your cheek, laughing in your ear at your pleas. “Damn, already? Just a needy thing.”

He begins to slow down his thrusts until he pulls his cock out of you, earning a whine of protest. He then swirls you around and picks you up, his hands under your ass as your legs and arms wrap around his body. “I’ve gotchu, sweetie. You just hang on, okay?”

You nod, giving him the sweetest smile that makes him want to kiss you stupid and cum all over your face all at the same time. He shares a passionate kiss with you as he sits you down on the car hood and proceeds to give you long, deep, slow strokes that steal your breath away.

The way you grip his shoulders and stare deep into his eyes makes Eren fuck you faster until finally, you're bouncing on his cock once more. Only this time, he gets a great view of your pretty titties and gorgeous face. “Oh, fuck, oh, oh, oh!” At this point, you’re a singing canary for him, loud and proud.

Eren loves every moment of it. He loves it when you get so lost in the pleasure that your pretty, brown eyes fill with tears and you allow him to spread your thighs wide so he can get his cock deeper inside of you. “God, look at you,” he groans. “How are you this fine? This fuckin’ pretty?"

So enchanted by you, your messy hair, and your glassy eyes, he brings you in for a sloppy tongue kiss where your moans are shared and you gently suck on his tongue, making him want to bust. No other woman has been able to arouse him as much as you do.

He would die for you. He would kill for you. He doesn't care which. Anyone that lays a hand on his baby will feel his wrath, including that stupid creep at your job.

When you pull away, you gasp and he feels your pussy clench around him. “Eren,” you sob. He smirks at you, keeping up the same perfect pace as you begin to frantically rub your clit, desperate to cum. “Yes, baby? What’s up? You wanna cum?”

“Mmm-hmm!” you pitifully hum, nodding as fast as a bobblehead. Eren grips your throat, tightening his fingers around your neck just the way you like. “Then keep sayin’ my name. Tell me who the fuck you belong to and you’d better mean it.”

Faster. Harder. Rougher. He fucks you until you are shouting, your voice echoing throughout the empty lot, giving everyone and anyone a listen to the good sex and dick you're getting right now. “You!” you shout. “You, you, Daddy, always you! Fuck, Eren, m’close!”

Eren grunts at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him, squeezing and stroking his nut out of him. “Me too,” he groans. “Cum with me right now. Give it to me, baby. Fuck, I love you so much.”

His face nuzzles yours, your nose brushing against each other's, lips barely touching. “I love you too,” you gasp before his lips cover yours. The two of you kiss and kiss and kiss as Eren fucks and fucks and fucks you until finally-

“Fuck!” Eren groans as his orgasm draws every ounce of cum out of his shaft. He tightly grips you to him as he unloads his spunk into your quivering pussy as you cum all around his cock, adorable moans and sweet whimpers escaping you as your orgasm takes you sky high. Eren can feel your mixed cum dripping down to his balls, soaking them. Maybe he'll let you suck it all off at home.

But for now, he needs to tend to you. After his aftershocks subside and you have tightly embraced each other for some time, he finally pulls away to look into your eyes. “You good, mama?” he pants. You give him a dazzling, joyful smile, an afterglow glazing your skin and face. “Yeah,” you giggle. “I’m perfect, Daddy.”

‘I know you are,' is all Eren thinks.

When you tight your inner thighs around him, keeping him there, he laughs. "Y'know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you like the way I handle shit." He presses a kiss to your forehead, his fingers gliding along your sweat-soaked skin.

"I do," you giggle, nuzzling his neck. "I'm sorry about earlier. I hate it when we fight." He gently shushes you, stroking your hair. "M'sorry, too. I just love you too much."

"I love you too, Ren," you whisper. "You're the only one for me."

Words cannot express how happy that makes your boyfriend...and also how horny it makes him too. You squeal when you feel his cock throb inside of you, signaling his returned arousal. "Eren!" you gasp.

He shrugs, giving you a smirk. "What? You turn me on, you know that." He possessively grips your ass, pawing at the soft globe. "You up for another round?"

Your eyes swish from right to left, obviously nervous but an excited smile appears on your lips. "Out here?" you whisper.

Eren raises an eyebrow of interest at you and your freakiness. "I meant back at home...but if you want it out here, we can do that too. I could even take you on a ride on my motorcycle and do you there. I like this freaky side of you."

He presses a kiss to your neck, earning a moan as he begins to roll his hips against you, once again stimulating your sensitive pussy. "Only a real man can handle that," he chuckles. "That asshole wouldn't know what to do with you. And not to body shame, but his dick is fuckin' ugly."

"Shut up," you groan.

"Just sayin'."

THE END.

[connieboo4u]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 ೃ༄

9:45 pm

Just when you were starting to head towards your room to wine down you hear the door click.

from the corner of your eye you see your man coming through the front door.

“Baby you in here?”

Connie said as he walked through the house to the kitchen where you were at.

I just stood there with a bag of chips in my hand and something to drink.

Connie stood on the opposite side of the island with a bag of takeout in his hands. Y’all just looked at each other for a second, that lazy smile already creeping on his face.

“Damn mami, you wasn’t gon’ wait for me?” he teased me as he eyed the bag of chips in my hand

“mmcht i didn’t have too big of an appetite for real”

I said back as if i wasnt sitting here waiting for him to come back with our food 30 mins ago.

He just raised his eyebrow. “mmmmh, okay so you just be holding bags n sodas n shit to hold em?”

You just held back a laugh as you smiled at him and said nothing. He then set the bag down like he knew he already won.

“C’mere” he said, not even waiting for you to move before walking around the island to pull you into a warm hug, lips brushing your temple with a kiss.

He smelled so goodddd. That signature fresh, musky cologne he always wore—just strong enough to sit on your clothes when he hugged you, but tonight it had the faintest hint of your perfume mixed in. Since he’d been laid up in your bed cuddled up with you half of the day. It was subtle, but you caught it, and it made your stomach flip a little.

He just looked down at me with this love sick ass smile on his face. “Hey, pretty girl”

he said lowly, the bass in his voice sinking into his chest—right where your head was resting. You felt it more than you heard it, that soft little rumble under your ear.

You didn’t even say nothing right away. You just stood there, arms loosely wrapped around his waist, letting yourself melt into him. He rubbed slow circles on your back with one hand, the other resting low on your waist like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be sweet or start acting up.

yea that was connie for you

“I missed you,” he mumbled with a smile against your forehead. “You know that?”

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “Boyyy,you just saw me this morning.”

He kissed his teeth and smiled. “That was damn near some hours ago. I almost facetimed you bout 5 times while i was out, you know i can’t stay away from you for long”

He said with another kiss on your head all while you laughed under him.

“mannn you be so dramatic sometimes”

“I be in love,” he corrected, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek. ”it’s different ” he said while moving to the takeout bag.

You just stood there tryna hide your smile.

“Alright sooo I got your usual order,” he said, pulling out the containers with way too much pride, “and everything should be hot asf since they was taking forever to cook it. Like, I was this close to hopping over the counter and doing this shi mysel-”

I giggled. “Baby.”

“This close” he said as he held his finger apart dramatically 🤏🏼. “mfs had me ready to clock tf in. They had no fucking reason to take that long to fry some damn chicken ma.”

You shook your head, smiling as you came up beside him, watching him open the boxes like they were wrapped christmas gifts.

“Gon head n sit pretty. i’ll make the plates”

“con you don’t hav-“

He looked up at you with the most respectfully go sit yo ass down look you’d ever seen in your life. Eyebrows slightly raised, mouth pressed into that quiet little smirk, like he wasn’t gon’ say it twice.

“…Okay.”

“Thank you,” he replied like he just won a court case, already grabbing your favorite piece first.

You made your way over to the couch with your drink, muttering, “yo ass bossy for somebody that forgot my sauce last time.”

He pointed some plastic silver at you without even looking up. “And look how I corrected my mistake. Growth.”

You shook your head, smirking, but your heart was smiling too. You let him finish plating like he insisted, and once he passed you your food, y’all sat close—knee to knee, sharing little side glances and inside jokes between bites.

Connie kept reaching over to steal fries and act like he didn’t, chewing like he was innocent. You smacked his hand twice and he grinned through every offense.

with his overly hungry ass.

After dinner you both did y’all’s night routine and made it back to the bedroom to wine down

Connie laid in the bed scrolling on his phone waiting for you to get done in the bathroom. he had his hand held out for you as soon as you came out the bathroom.

Without a word, you took his hand, letting him tug you into his lap. He smiled against your temple as he pulled the covers over both of you, tucking you close as you settled into a comfortable silence just the two of you, wrapped up and right where you both wanted to be.

but of course his ass had something to say

“so you gon fall asleep and not give me no goodnight kiss? “

“one i’m not sleep yet, and two i was going to”

Connie just stared at you as you tried to keep your eyes open.

“mmcht yea aii”

you quickly gave him a peck on the lips and layed back down.

“that’s it? that lil weak ass kiss?” connie said with mock offense “nahhh try again. it’s too late to be playing with me”

you rolled your eyes as you kissed him longer and slower this time.

he smiled against your lips. “seee that wasn’t hard at all” he said as he rubbed your side.

you just shook your head with a smile

“good night con”

you say as you settle back on his chest,legs tangled with his under the blanket, close to dozing off again.

Connie kissed the side of your head, his voice low and lazy.

“good night, mami,” he mumbled. His hand slid from your waist down to rest just above your thigh, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles as you both drift to sleep.

forgive me for the late post🥲but i quickly whipped this up when the thought came to my head. 😍i hope y’all liked this andddd thank y’all for the love on the last lil writing i did. request open or if you just wanna say some in it just put it there😛. okay byeeeezzzz

[nakidoriii]

Speechless (Part 1)

Nerdjo x Reader

Warning: sexual tension, mild smut descriptions|| MDNI

“Ooo, that’s not good.” Gojo says looking at your test grade as you wallow in disappointment at the table.

This is the second math test in a row that you’ve scored a 70/100 on. If you don’t ace the next one, your parents aren’t going to pay for you to go to Osaka this summer.

“Gojo, I don’t know what to do. I literally have perfect grades in every other subject. Why does math have to be so hard?” You whine into the table.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, prez.” He says as he rolls up your test and hits you on the back of the head with it. You lift your head off the table and sit up, looking up at Gojo’s blue eyes as he stands next to you.

You grab your test from him and say, “I need to start studying for the next test TONIGHT.”

Gojo places his hand on the back of his neck and takes a breath. He wanted to ask you if you wanted him to tutor you, but he was too nervous you’d say no. You are the president of the student council and Gojo is your vice president. You’re pretty popular due to you being so heavily involved with extracurricular activities at your university. Gojo is the smartest in the school but not as popular as you since he kept to himself most of the time. Most people were intimidated by him. When you both got elected, he knew that was the only way he’d get to talk to you. You two often saw each other throughout the week and had lunch together regularly but you’ve never had a conversation outside of student council.

“I….I can help you study. If you want me to. I’m not busy tonight.” He says quietly.

“Would you? You can stay over for dinner and everything!” You exclaimed.

“Yea, sure.” Gojo says trying to be normal about the fact that he’s going over to his crushes house.

“YES! I’m gonna pass for sure this time.” You wrap your arms around his tall frame and frantically say, “thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

The apples of Gojo’s cheeks turn pink at the sudden physical contact with you. You look up at him realizing he was startled by you hugging him and let go.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first.” You say backing from him.

You didn’t realize his body was so…solid. From that hug alone, you felt how toned his stomach was. Knowing that made you pretty curious.

“N-no, it’s okay.” He says trying to compose himself.

“Cool, do you have any more classes today? If not, we can head over to mine now. I’d hate to just have you over to study.”

“I don’t have anything else today. It'd be fun to finally hang outside of school.” He says as he packs his bag.

“Great! I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Gojo. Don’t you?” You say knowing damn well it’ll make him blush.

“That is, if we have anything in common.” He teases back to your surprise. You both start walking out of the board room, walking side by side, heading to the train station.

“Of course we do! We’re in the student council together, which means we should have something in common. Do you read manga?”

“Nooope.” He sings.

“Anime?”

“Eh, I used to watch but not since I started college.”

“….music? You have to listen to music…” you say flashing him a face of disgust as you reach the station. You get in front of him to lead him to your train.

“Of course, I listen to music, Y/N. But It wouldn’t be anything you’d like…. I like sweets though.” He says getting out his card to swipe through the gates.

“Eating sweets isn’t a hobby…” you swipe your card to get through the gates. It’s crowded as usual. You grab his hand, making sure you don’t lose him in the sea of people. His hands were big and soft, the tips of his fingers a bit calloused. You rushed on the train holding Gojo’s hand as the doors opened. The crowd of people push you both toward the window.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how cramped this is.” You say trying to adjust yourself not realizing your butt is brushing up against Gojo’s crotch. He couldn’t begin to fathom how this was happening in broad daylight. His face turned bright red.

“Y/N, pl-please turn around. I can’t…” he mumbles in your ear.

You look down, realizing just how close you were to him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how flustered you made him. You never notice him get like this over you but yet again you guys had never hung out. He places his hand against the wall of the train, creating the smallest space for you.

“Ahhh, I’m sorry Gojo.” You say turning to face him.

“It’s fine, not your fault.” He says trying his hardest to play it off.

You two didn’t talk much on the train ride to your place. It was filled with sexual tension though. You two were so close that whenever Gojo looked down, he got a great view of your breasts. When you looked up, you were met with a view of his sharp jawline and collarbones. You hoped the train would make a hard stop so that he would move closer.

“This is my stop, let’s go.” You say leading him off the train.

Once you get off the train and leave the station, you propose that you stop at the convenience store near your place. Gojo agrees and you both head in.

“Get anything you want, I got you.” You say as you look at the shelves.

He nods and starts to look around. You grab a few snacks and drinks and walk up to the counter to check out. Gojo comes up behind you and places his hand full of things on the counter. It was all sweets… damn he was not kidding. You pay for everything and he grabs the bag from the clerk.

“Thanks.” He says as you two start walking to your apartment.

“You're welcome. Thank you for asking to tutor me. My apartment is right up here. I’m on the 4th floor.” You say as you walk up the stairs with him following you.

Once you get to your place, you both take your shoes off at the door and get comfortable in the living room. He spread out all the snacks on the table as if they were all on display.

“Can I get you something to drink? Tea?” You ask.

“Yea, oolong is good. Do you live alone?” He asks, sitting on the ground.

“Yea, I do. My family lives out of the country while I go to school here. I’m sure you know I’m a foreigner by my appearance, that’s not much of a shock.”

“That’s cool. Your place is really cozy. I wouldn’t have imagined it to look like this.” He says as he takes a bite out of whatever snack he chose.

“You’ve imagined what my apartment looks like?” You say.

“You’re the prettiest girl in our graduating class, Y/N. Every guy has thought about what the inside of your apartment looks like.” He says nonchalantly.

You look up from the tea that you’re preparing, shocked that he said that to you. Was this the same guy that was blushing from you giving him a hug earlier? He gets up from the floor and smirks at you.

“Speechless? I don’t know why… you are on every guy's mind right now.” He says as he walks over to the kitchen.

He gets directly behind you, pressing the bulge in his pants on your ass. You couldn’t even pretend to understand where this confidence came from. You bite your lip in anticipation, waiting to see what his next move is.

“I fear that you’ve been on my mind the most.”

Masterlist

Part two

Please don’t alter or steal my writing ©️

[prettygiri222]

Summary: At your boyfriend Onyankopon's backyard pool, what could happen?

Onyankopon x Black Fem Reader SMUT

“girl I wanna handle you, put my hands up on you, baby…” you softly sang while scrolling through your boyfriend Onyankopon’s phone. you were in your own little world, lightly swaying in the water of his backyard pool as you queued up music. you were wearing a sparkly pink bikini that left very little to the imagination, Onya feared that during any little movement, your tits would spill out.

you and Onya hadn’t gone very far in your relationship, the most you’ve done so far was heated make-out sessions. you were a shy little thing when Onya first met you so he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. he opted to smoke a blunt to calm his nerves tonight, he asked if you wanted a hit but you said no. 

instead of feeling relaxed, he became hyper-aware of your second lips slipping out of your bikini. he was trying his best to be respectful and not look but it was so hard, especially when you bent over to shake your ass, making waves in the water when your favourite songs came on.

you were taking sneak peeks at Onya as he smoked on the other side of the pool not wanting you to get a “second hand” high. but the herbal scent still wafted close. your man was so fine, he had a freshly done taper fade that exposed his chiselled jaw. his chest tattoo was on full display and his neck was decorated with a gold chain that held your initials in cursive with a little heart. the reflection of light off of the pool gave his dark skin a glowing hue. 

you could feel yourself grow wetter in the pool, your fluid tainting your boyfriend's pool. you looked back down at the phone to distract yourself. but you couldn't help but want to relieve the feeling.

Onya watched you with the gaze of a hunter stalking its prey. he wanted to know what you tasted like, you always filled his nostrils with the sweet scent of cocoa butter. he imagined that you would taste no different. 

“when you gon let me eat you out babygirl?” Onya’s husky voice echoed in the empty backyard. your eyes widened in shock at his blunt statement but the words went straight to your core. Onya shocked himself as well, he was thinking about it but he he wasn’t going to say it. you slowly turned around to look at your boyfriend seeing him put out the end of his blunt, he said it so he was gonna stand on it.

“Onya! what are you…” you stopped mid-sentence making eye contact with his red eyes. he was manspreading on the edge of the pool, his wet trunks sticking to his skin exposing his boner but he wasn’t ashamed. he followed your eyes smiling when he found what you were looking at. he jumped into the pool and slowly made his way over to you, holding eye contact till he got too close and you broke it. you looked to the side nervously, your lower stomach was doing flips.

“you ain’t hear what I said?” his usual deep voice sounded hoarse as he whispered in your ear. he pulled back to look at you, loving the way you were turning into putty without him even touching you. you guys were so close but so far, you backed into the wall when Onya came close but he had you trapped now. he let his question hang in the air waiting for your answer.

“I did” you whispered, still avoiding eye contact. he didn’t even have to touch you and you were already losing it. you wanted him so bad, but you were speechless. the tension was so thick it was suffocating.

“you gon let me have a taste?” he asked. you nodded your head, biting your lip. finally, given the green light he’s been looking for, Onya pounced on you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. he took your ass in his palms, groping you as he pulled you closer. you gasped into the kiss and he used the opportunity to slither his tongue into your mouth. you closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him in deeper, feeling your tongues mould together.

the spicy taste of the weed was present in his mouth but there was an underlying sweetness of the honey candy he was always sucking. without breaking the kiss Onya grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you onto the ledge of the pool, situating him in between your legs as he stood tall in the pool. he took the chance to grind into you, feeling you melt into the kiss. 

your boyfriend's tongue gently sucked on yours swallowing up your moans, it wasn't long till you were out of breath. he felt you pulling back but he grabbed you by the back of the neck so you couldn’t break this kiss. his other hand moved to play with the strings of your bikini at your hips, slowly untying them. 

only when he started feeling you gasp for breath he pulled back, breaking the string of saliva between your lips. you looked up at him with blown-out pupils and the view went straight to his dick, your soft lips swollen, your perky nipples from the cool air, your brown skin glistening and the invisible locs that framed your sculpted face. you were perfect in his eyes.

Onya bit his big plump lips as he peeled your bikini off, he was salivating at the thought of finally seeing lil ma. but before he could reveal her you grabbed onto his strong arms and closed your legs.

“wait Onya!” he rolled his eyes but waited for you to speak. “we’re outside, what if one of your neighbours sees us?” you didn’t really care about his neighbours if you were being honest, you just wanted a second to breathe. you’ve never had a guy go down on you so you didn’t know what to expect and you were a little nervous.

Onya didn’t say anything as he got out of the pool beside you and walked over to the towels on the lawn chairs. you looked at his back in worry, did you make him mad? you watched silently as he walked back over to you with an intense burning in his eyes. he wrapped the towel over your wet body before picking you and your discarded bikini up.

you wrapped your legs around his waist shivering at the feeling of the cold night air against your exposed core and his hard-on rubbing against your stomach. he kicked open the glass door and hastily made his way across the living room and into his bedroom. he dropped you softly onto the bed, briefly exposing your lower half before you fixed the towel.

“is this better?” he looked deep into your eyes trying to sense any discomfort. you shuffled under the intensity of his gaze. Onyankopon was always such a gentleman, no matter how heated things got he never went further if you didn’t want to. but you were getting a bit frustrated, it’s not that you never wanted things to go further you just didn’t know how to initiate things. 

“I need to hear you say yes baby,” he asked, sensing your hesitation. despite his demeanour, Onya was slowly losing it, he wanted you, no, he needed you. he was desperate to get a taste of you at this point if you said no he could see himself getting on his knees to beg.

“I want you, Onya,” you affirmed, holding his gaze. your boyfriend didn’t waste any more time. he dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed you by the ankles to pull you toward the end of his king size bed. he was moving like a starved man, he made quick work of the towel and your bra leaving you exposed. but he couldn’t help but stare at you in awe, his beautiful girlfriend bare before him.

“stop staring, it’s embarrassing.” you lightly kicked his shoulder to get him out of his trance. he was staring at your naked body for so long you were starting to feel a little self-conscious. his gaze was intense, you could see the yearning in his deep brown eyes.

“you’re so beautiful, I can't help it.” he smiled up at you before he got to work. Onya grabbed the underneath of your thighs and pushed them up so they were out of the way. exposing your glistening two toned lips. 

“shit, you ever touch yourself down here?” Onya hissed looking at your tiny hole. his dick jumped at the sight but he didn't think he would be able to fuck it tonight. it would be a tight fit. he would have to stretch you out and get you used to something smaller first, like his fingers.

“when I think about you,” you airly confessed. you looked up at the ceiling thinking of the countless nights after Onya dropped you home after hours of steamy makeout sessions that led to nothing. where his hands would ghost over your zipper unaware of your throbbing core desperate for his touch. how the thick material of his jeans prevented you from feeling his dick.

when you got home you would busy yourself playing with your little bud. imagining how Onya would fuck you, how he'd fill you up so well. on the days your dripping cunt miserably clenched around nothing, you would shove a finger or two to fulfil your fantasy of your boyfriend pounding into you. 

“so you've been holding out on me?” Onya kept a steady hold on your plush thighs while he spread your lips with his right. he was able to witness the clear fluid gushing out of you. he dragged his forefinger around your hole collecting the liquid before pushing his middle finger past your tight muscle. “that's not very nice.”

“Onyaaa” you squealed out gripping the sheets.

“your fucking leaking babygirl” after giving you time to adjust he slowly inserted his ring finger. he loved the way your pink hole readily sucked him in, contrasting against your brown lips. “you a squirter? or you cream?”

“don't know” Onyankopon’s well-manicured fingers were prodding at spots your small fingers couldn’t reach. it had you twisting and turning in the sheets not knowing if you wanted to run away from the onslaught of pleasure or invite more. 

“guess we'll both find out,” Onya loved how sensitive you were. when he pulled his fingers out your hips chased after. you let out airy moans and high-pitched mewls when he nudged your delicate spots. 

Onyakopon looked up at you relishing in your beauty. your eyes were locked on him now but he could tell you were out of it. your brows were burrowing as you concentrated on the budding sensation on your lower abdomen.

you could feel him spreading you, he was doing a scissoring motion inside you. before you felt him slip a third finger into your dripping wet cunt. this felt way better than when you touched yourself alone.

now able to move his wrists more freely, Onyankopon started to curl his fingers against the roof of your core. goading out more of your translucent sap when he pushed in and out. the sounds of your wetness were mixing in with your moans.

his fingers were drenched. he was drooling just looking at it, he needed to have a taste. this time when he pulled out he removed his hands completely but it was replaced with a warm, wet feeling. you knew immediately that it was his tongue.

“mhmm,” your boyfriend let out a guttural moan at the taste of you. you were like a cold sweet lemonade after a long day of hard work in the sun, delicious. after he delivered a few kitten licks to your slit lapping up your slick he knew he was addicted and craved more.

“i'ma get it wet like a jacuzzi, and sex with me so amazing” rihanna’s song softly rang through the house from the speaker your boyfriend left playing outside due to his haste. but boy was it an understatement.

“ohmygod, Onya!” your hands found themselves on his head when he started suckling at your clit. you were grinding against his open mouth turning into putty from the mind-numbing pleasure. 

“don’t stop, please!” you cried out even though he showed no signs of slowing or stopping. he licked from your hole to slit, sometimes dipping his wet muscle in to tongue-fuck you. the way you clenched around it was enough to tell him you were close.

“wasn't planning on it, just hold on for me ok baby?” Onya didn’t give you any time to process what he said before he inserted his fingers back into your soaking pussy. his lips still attached to your swollen nub giving you the best of both worlds. the onslaught of pleasure quickly had your legs begin to shake. 

your hands locked into his short kinks grabbing at what you could. “m close, so close Onya” you were fiercely grinding into his face now. Onya loved it, you were using his face to get off like a fucking toy. your eyes were screwed shut as you focused on reaching your peak. you were so close you could taste it. “mhm mhm”

“can I cum Onya? pretty please?” Onyankopon thought it was cute that you thought you needed his permission to cum. even in your desperation, you were being such a good girl for him. so who was he to deny his sweet princess?

“uh huh” Onya didn’t bother to remove his lips to reply, busying himself with your clit while his fingers plunged into your throbbing cunt. the little vibration was enough to send you over the edge. and you plummeted hard.

“Onyaaa” you squealed out as the pleasure flooded your body. leaving your limbs trembling in its wake. “fuck fuck!” Onyankopon removed his mouth from your pulsating clit but focused on riding you through your orgasm with his fingers.

“shit, you do both” Onya ogled at his hands. when he pulled his fingers out they were covered in a creamy white paste. but still, a colourless liquid gushing out from your gaping hole. your empty whole was quivering at the loss of his fingers. your body let out little hiccups in attempt to calm itself.

“Onya…” you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend stuffing his fingers into his mouth. despite your previous orgasm, you felt yourself get wet again watching him lick and suck at the fingers he had shoved in you just a moment ago. 

“I can't help myself, you just taste so good.”

[primacakes]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Hooking up with your professor on your best friend’s birthday? You should feel guilty, but that’s hard to do with a thick cock lodged inside you like it pays rent. What. A. Shame. | 𝟕𝐤 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ♡︎

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: woc!reader , age gap [ 19!reader , 36!Suguru ] , mention/ consumption of alcohol, Astronomy-professor!Suguru , Suguru doesn’t get that much attention from the ladies (even though canonically he gets more than Satoru lmao) , semi-public sex , car sex , nicknames [ Sweetheart , doll , sweet thing …etc ] , degrading [ mostly slut and calling the reader disgusting ] , praise , dacryphilia , Suguru talks to pussy forever and always , pussy spanking , spanking

𝐀. 𝐍. : @vipblinkagase1111 tagged as requested <3 , pt 2 anyone?

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐌. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 truly you never thought you would. You never thought you would ever have the chance to get close to him. Never mind the marine biology professor, all the girls love Professor Gojo. But no one ever talks about Professor Geto, that sly but lazy smirk he always has on his face. The way his muscles flex under his button-down which is definitely a size too small. The way those feline eyes, the ones that are stark in contrast to the puppy dog ones of his best friend skim across things like he's mentally undressing them even if he isn't trying. He's just so.. Dreamy.

You're stuck in your thoughts currently. The lesson drags on and your professor is spouting something about Mars. You like astronomy, it's interesting, and one of the only classes you genuinely pay attention to. It is your major after all. This being said, you should be quite engaged in the lesson, but you aren't, your eyes are glued to his back. Watching his toned back ripple through his shirt has your breath catching in your throat, you bite your lip. It doesn't make it much better that he's wearing a regular Polo, however, this Polo makes his pecs look fluffier.

At the front of the class Suguru paces, back and forth. Back and forth. He doesn't miss the way you're gawking at him, he feels the desire laced in your gaze, the need hiding behind innocent and seraphic doe irises. Okay. He glances up at the class, more specifically you, his smile returns. It's charming, there's a certain allure to him. You can't explain it, but it's there. It's making you antsy. With your fist smushed into your cheek, you finally meet his gaze. Your cheeks heat up from the eye contact, and your brain only half-processes that he's ended the class.

"I think we'll stop here for today, Email me if you have any concerns or questions about your assignment." He repeats the usual, this is normal. His voice is making you squirm as you scramble to pack up your belongings. As the students begin to filter out of the staggered room he shoves his hands lazily into his pockets. Just as you were finishing grabbing your things to leave he leaned his hips back against his desk, shoulders relaxed. Giving him that air of passiveness even though he knows he cares.

"[♥︎], you stay." His voice was a bit lower now, holding an underlying seriousness, your heart sinks to your ass. Surely you're not in trouble..right? Hopefully not. You perk up nonetheless at his words. You slip into a seat at the very front of the classroom. The silence between you is crackling, hell, even your tinnitus seems to be dead calm right now. But it's not long-lived.

"Did I do something wrong, Professor Geto?" you inquire, your head tilting adorably to the side, just a little. He shakes his head and pushes off his desk, sauntering over to your seat like he's got all the time in the world, which he doesn't. But it's only a few seconds longer, right? "No, you didn't. But you've been a little off lately.." his smile is still present, something about it hints that he may know what's been wrong with you. "Off? Could you elaborate?" You quirk a brow and he takes a deep breath.

His gaze shifts for a moment before landing on you again. "You're my most engaged student, you have the highest grades, you're always asking questions, and tentatively taking notes. Just from that alone I know you're very passionate about astronomy." he pauses, bringing one of his hands from his pocket up to his chin rubbing it as he tries to make sense of what's happening. He knows you've been more focused on him than the class. But he can't make sense of why, his brain is going a trillion miles a minute to figure out some other conclusion than the one he's come to.

You idly tap your thighs under the table. Even now, your eyes trail over that perfectly sculpted jaw of his, that small mole high on his cheekbone. The one you yearned to kiss. "But your grades have dropped and you've become less engaged in my course. I want to know why this is." His gaze flits back to yours, he blinks slowly, tutting to himself as he awaits your answer to this undeniable information. You avert your gaze to the desk quickly, and your cheeks become hot, the dark caramel of your skin becomes a faint but visible rosy crimson. You rack your brain for an answer, but so far you've come up empty-handed.

You gnaw your lip. Silence. Then he speaks again. "You know, I only want my students to succeed. I make it a priority to engage with those under my tutelage to ensure succession to the best of my abilities." he slightly tilts his chin downward. The reading glasses that he doesn't need start to slide down his nose. Feeling guilty for making him so concerned you finally speak, but you're lying right through your teeth. He's your professor. There isn't exactly an easy way to say "I'm sorry I've been so off, I've been gawking at you and wishing you'd look at me that way."

You giggle awkwardly, "My apologies, I've been feelin' kinda under the weather lately." You tuck one of your rainfall braids behind your ear. A chorus of clicks and clacks follows as your shoulders shift under the waterfall of hair. You beg and plead to everything holy that he takes the bait, and he does. For now. "I see, well I guess there isn't much I can do but send you to the guidance counselor... but I'm sure you probably don't want to see one at the moment." He sighs through his nose. Deep down in the darkest pits of his heart, something wants you to tell the truth, to admit you'd been staring at him and wishing he would rail you stupid. But the rational part of his brain knew that wasn't a good idea and is glad you didn't express how you truly felt.

You nod. You didn't need to see a counselor, no. You needed to see that red dildo awaiting you on top of your bed. "Yeah, I don't think I need a counselor at the moment, haha." You laugh, It's a stale, forced laugh that sounds like you attempted to be funny and failed. Which.. That was technically true. Suguru nods, "Very well. You're dismissed then, just try and pay more attention in class." His alluring smirk returns and it's making your insides churn with need. "I wouldn't want to fail my favorite student, now would I?"

You shake your head. No, you don't want to fail and have to retake the whole course. You went through hell to get here as is, you won't be repeating it. Blinking frantically, you gather your stuff as you stand and how politely. "No, no you wouldn't. See you tomorrow, Professor Geto." You smile and start trotting up the steps, Suguru watches from the bottom of the steps, eyes roaming up and down your body like his undressing you with his eyes. You can't feel it, you're too focused on trying to get away from him so you can calm down.

"Hmm." His hum resides deep in his throat, baritone solid and bold. Just like him, muscles rock hard and as bold as any other man, he's just sly about it. That kind of thing makes you wet, painfully so. He rubs his chin again and his tongue flits out to dampen his bottom lip. Once you're gone, he scoffs at himself and turns on his heel, walking back over to his desk.

You, on the other hand. You make it out of the building in a rush and home even quicker. You didn't stop for small talk or even a snack from your favorite cafe. Your phone buzzed in your pocket incessantly the entire time, this whole pining after your professor thing had reached the point of ignoring your friends most of the time, but they? In fact, were not having it. It is December 22nd, Megumi's birthday. After weeks of meticulous planning and prep the group (You, Nobara, and Yuji) had settled on a tiny little bar get-together because Megumi doesn't like big gatherings or parties, it frustrates Nobara quite often.

You arrive home and collapse onto your bed, only then do you finally pull out your phone, 27 unread texts and 4 missed calls from the one and only, Nobara Kugisaki. You gnaw at your lip as you push yourself off your bed to put your stuff away, your other hand clutching your phone. A low hiss leaves your lips as you contemplate whether you should call her back or text her back. You settle on the former. With purpose you tap the FaceTime button, settling your phone upon your desk, praying that it doesn't slip. It doesn't, that sucks a sigh of relief out of your lungs.

The phone doesn't even ring for long before she picks up, as her camera comes into view you can see that she is actively settling her phone down on her own desk. Her brows are furrowed, she is clearly concerned, but she remains unaware of how dearly you yearn. You don't even know when this started happening, how long he may have known. You could've stared too long, maybe given him a clue? She leans back in her chair and crosses her legs and arms.

"So... what's up with you? You've been acting weird lately!" Her tone is irate, like if you say the wrong thing, it'll set her off. You chuckle faintly, awkwardly at best. You think up a lie, but quickly put it to rest.

"I.. how do I even explain this, cuz girl.." you sigh, unsure of how to go about telling her that you're lusting over your astronomy professor. "So, you know Professor Geto right? Y'know, the one always hanging around the Marine Biology Professor?" She raises a brow, you can tell she's confused. "Yeah, everyone knows him. What about him though?" She leans forward, eager to know what's got you blushing and ignoring birthday plans. "He's just so-" You exaggeratedly clench your fist, your head hanging as a smile creeps up onto your lips.

"He's just so..?" Nobara urges you to finish your sentence, a hunch starts to form. Judging by the way you're acting she can only deduce that you think he's; "Ffffiiiinnee! That man is so damn fine! I've been staring at him in class, he had me stay back and asked if I was feeling okay or whateva, I ended up telling him that I was just feeling a lil under the weather. But gooood!"

You rant, she listens. However, just because you're ranting doesn't mean she isn't stunned. She knew you had a rather niche taste in men, but the astronomy professor? That's new and completely uncalled for.

"That man is so—!" You start, but she finishes. "Alright, alriiigght. I get it. He's sexy. But Geto? The Suguru Geto? The one that smirks like a Cheshire Cat?" She scoffs, she is definitely skeptical. You nod eagerly. "And you said he had you stay back in class today? Because you've been gawking at him.." she inquires, you nod again, even more eagerly than the last time, you check your nails before clarifying. "He doesn't know that I've been checking him out. He said I've become less engaged so I think he might be suspecting it." You sigh and shake your head, your gaze flitting back to the camera, you know deep down that that man has you in a chokehold, a strong, indisputable one.

Nobara rolls her eyes. "Okay, well, enough about your Professor. I need to see what you're going to wear tonight, you have to look nice, it's Megumi's birthday. I won't tolerate any imperfections." Her gaze is sharp, piercing through you through the glass screen of your phone. You purse your lips, your heart felt like it was getting crushed by your caving chest, but none of that was actually happening. Your shoulders slumped and your head slightly hangs. You press your palms together in a prayer and point them at her, phantom giggling under your breath.

"So... uhm. About that.." You close your eyes before her expression hardens, if you see the expression on her face you're going to start laughing, and this wasn't a laughing matter! You crack one eye open and see her expression go through the 5 different stages of grief, then she sighs through her nose and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Take me to your closet, you are going to have an outfit for tonight, no ifs ands, or buts about it." She snaps her fingers, and it comes through your phone's speaker much sharper than it is. Snickering, you pick up your phone and saunter over to your walk-in closet.

You and Nobara spent a solid hour picking out your outfit, you needed to be at the bar by 9, it was 7 now. There wasn't particularly a theme, that being said, it was a little difficult picking out an outfit to wear, but you settled on a halter top, denim mini-skirt, a cute western belt and white stilettos. Nothing too over the top, but cute and decent for a small birthday gathering at a bar. You shower, moisturize, and look in the mirror, your mirror stands next to your desk. you swivel your hips to one side and then you pose, leaning in close to make sure there's no crusties in your eyes or anything you might of missed.

You smile at yourself, thinking you look cute. Which you are, your outfit is tea, your hair is done in pigtails with ribbons, your edges are slicked down to perfection. Despite your initial thoughts, there's always the whisper in the background of your brain, the cries of his name when you touch yourself at night, what it would look like if he was ... yours ... if that was your man, your one. How life would be waking up next to him, washing him up and just having casual conversations with him, you nip your lip while visualizing the way his tongue moves when he licks his lips.

Your phone starts to ring as you touch your waist, your hands trailing up toward your under-breast area, you moan a little before scoffing and rolling your eyes. You grab your phone off the edge of the desk and check the caller ID, it's Nobara, likely checking to see if you're ready, it's 8:40, about time for you to leave. You answer the phone, wedging it between your shoulder and chin as you adjust your heel on your left foot.

"Hello?" You hear Nobara enter a place, the brief and high ring over the overhead bell. Likely the bakery. "Are you heading out? Remember, you have to help me with the cake." Your thoughts about your astronomy professor were quickly overridden by your obligation to help Nobara with Megumi's birthday cake.

"Shit-! Actually, yeah." You grab your purse as you switch your phone to your other shoulder. You sprint toward the door cautiously and head out the door. You can practically hear Nobara roll her eyes, however, what you really hear is her scoff. You stay on the phone with her until you reach the bakery, chatted as you both then transitioned to the bar where you waited for Yuji to show up with the birthday boy.

You turn the cake and smile at the icing work, and put your fists on your hips and tilt your head a bit. "This cake looks good. I can't wait to eat it." You admit, Nobara beside you, grabs the candles and starts to unpack them. "Of course it does, I picked it out." She smirks slightly and glances at you as she places the 2 and 0 candles on top of the cake, you snicker and roll your eyes. "Whatever.. 'm gonna go to the bathroom, 'kay?" You turn on your heel and she just nods. As you're headed toward the bathroom with the need to pee building in your pelvis, you spot a familiar side profile, you stop, do a double take. And you can't believe your eyes.

Suguru is sitting at the bar a little away from you guys' table, of course he's with Satoru, when is he not. You mutter an 'oh my god..' before he finally catches your eyes and you speed walk away, Suguru doesn't miss the slightest hint of red flushing on your pretty melanin rich skin, it's clearer today. He notes this mentally, Satoru raises a brow and leans forward to see what his best friend was looking at but you're already gone! Suguru chuckles, Satoru pouts.

"Hey, what are you chuckling about? I wanna know what's so funny too!" The man complains, his voice a whine, partially due to the alcohol and the rest was because he was genuinely frustrated that his best friend wasn't paying attention to him like usual.

Suguru shakes his head and turns has face back to Satoru, but his gaze lingered in your direction just a second longer than they should've. But that skirt... the way your ass was practically hanging out of it, those pretty light beige panties has his gut stirring. He knows he shouldn't be looking at his student like that, but it technically didn't count if it was after hours, right? You weren't in his classroom, you weren't raising your hand to ask about the difference between sound waves on Earth and on Venus, you were sauntering off to the bathroom, in your cute little heels and denim skirt. The thought of you was making his chest tighten, he wanted to know you more. He wanted to know your body. To work it like it was made for him.

"Chill, 'Toru. It's nothing, just... a pretty girl." He becomes a tad quieter when mentioning a pretty girl. He begins to dissociate, but Satoru catches this and smirks, resting his cheek on his fist. "Who's the lucky lady?" The other man inquires, but there is no lucky lady, just the gorgeous little college sophomore that has a crush on him. Suguru snaps back into reality. "There's no lucky lady...yet.." he emphasized 'yet' for a reason. Can you guess? He knows what he's doing. The cogs in his brain are turning, his gut is churning with desire to rip that damned skirt off you and make you his. It's almost painful.

Satoru raises a brow and tilts his chin a bit down, like the sassy king he is. "Yet you say.. well! — Scoff — I'll say. Let me know how that goes." Satoru is both happy for his best friend's quest and offended that the original topic — which no one was yapping about but him — had been changed. He flicks his wrist, "anyway!—"

You scurried off to the bathroom, ready to scream your lungs out. Your professor? At a bar? Seriously? At this point, the need to pee was nonexistent as you grab onto the edge of the counter, you meet your own eyes in the mirror and fight the urge to scream at the top of your lungs in either excitement and horror. How are you supposed to act tomorrow, cursing under your breath you lean away from the counter and cross your arms, one of your hands rubbing your chin.

"Shhiiiitt.. he was so.." You bite your lip. He was sexy, that's what he was. He was wearing casual clothes, or at least, more casual than the more formal approach he goes for. Either way it goes you're still secretly wishing he was yours, but why? Other girls liked Professor Gojo, or even the economics professor Nanami. But Geto? It's like you've reached a new social low. You bite your already pink bottom lip raw at the thought of what could possibly happen if someone found out. Megumi and Yuji have probably already arrived, and you're here in the bathroom trying to figure out how to avoid leaving wet patches on any chair you sit in. You very suddenly regret wearing g-string panties, your thighs press together and your gaze is stuck on the faucet. What do you even do?

You suck it up like the big girl you are and do your business, wash your hands and exit the bathroom like you weren't simmering and begging to be touched under your skirt. You'd been on a dry spell for quite some time, like an unbelievably long time, you hadn't had a guy touch you in forever, honestly you hadn't missed it until now, you wanted to focus on your studies. With a forced smile on your lips you sit down at the table next to Nobara, across from the boys. Your irritation starts to fade as you refocus on Megumi's small birthday celebration.

"Did you guys already sing happy birthday?" You ask rubbing your palms together, Yuji shakes his head, he's practically vibrating with excitement and it wasn't even his birthday, he must've been really happy to wish Megumi a happy birthday. Megumi has a mostly stoic face on his face but you can see the small microexpression, the twitch in the corner of his mouth. "Seriously, guys this was unnecessary." He insists, you just tilt your head and protest. "Don't lie, Megumi. You know you love it." Nobara chimes in with that smug smile on her face that holds a hint of caring. "Exactly, you'd better be lucky we planned it at all considering how you treat us." She chuckles, but she knows deep down that she would've planned it anyway.

"Happy birthday, Megumi!" Yuji blurted out, palms pressed together eagerly. "Funny how you're more excited than the birthday boy on his birthday." Nobara teased, to which Yuji laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. "my bad, it's just, this is the first birthday party that we planned that Megumi actually showed up to."

You shake your head. And you all sing happy birthday and carry on, after a drink or two, some cake and presents you all decide it's time to head home, more specifically to Nobara's because she already had party plans for after the bar too. But you insist on lingering behind, something about the way Suguru looked at you from across the bar made you stay, so you sat. Awkwardly. You were getting odd stares, some wondering why a perfectly sober (partially tipsy) woman is sitting alone, twirling her braid around your finger.

You bite your bottom lip, fighting the urge to stare. God. You can't get enough of his back and the way it looks through his shirt, you wanna scratch it, scream against his shoulder. You just know his hips are powerful, ready for you. Your breath catches, you almost want to cry from the arousal stirring in your gut, you question if you just got off your period or not and are ovulating. You are correct in your mental gymnastics, no. You aren't ovulating. He really, genuinely just makes you that horny, without even trying.

Satoru didn't notice you when he left, if he did then he decided to promptly ignore you for Suguru's sake. Still. Once Satoru is gone and Suguru is sure he sits in front of you, leaning back in his seat a little with his arms crossed over his broad chest, pectorals pressing against his shirt, the shirt he's putting entirely too much trust in, your cheeks burn, your face should be a dark crimson, maybe it is? You'll never know.

The two of you sit in awkward silence before he parted his lips to speak, not before taking a breath first. "So.. if you're well enough to have a little party, what's stopping you from paying attention in my class, hmm?" He purred at you, leaning forward, elbows on the table and his fingers intertwined. A sly smirk on his face, like he knows what's going on in your head. Honestly? He has a hunch, but he isn't sure.

"Well..? Damn." You sigh, look down at the table, still dewy with residue from the drinks you and your friends had a while prior. He chuckles under his breath. "It was a birthday, Professor, I kinda had to go." You try to explain, you debate whether to tell the truth, you are off campus right? Would it get you in trouble for fucking your professor? Part of you doesn't want to waste opportunities by getting in trouble, the other part longs for the excitement, the thrill. What if you got caught getting fucked silly?

Before he speaks again, he corrected you. "Suguru is fine." He says... and then there's a pause, then a sound.

Suguru chuckles, it's a smooth sound, like he knows. Which he does. He tilts his head a little and those feline eyes of his narrow a bit. "Mhmm. And according to your other teachers you're doing fine in every other class, so why is it that you start fumbling like a new born fawn in mine? That doesn't make me very happy.. [♥︎]." his voice lowers half an octave: your panties soak under the table, you question what it would feel like to have those full lips against your ear. Whispering filthy praise or sweet nothings to you. His voice puts you on edge, there's hints of knowing.

You glance at him, you're at war. But his piercing purple gaze sees right through you, before you can even think you blurt out the truth. "All right, you got me. I've been thinking — wishing that you'd have sex with me. Like, all the time, it's getting out of hand. It's messing with my judgement, all I'm ever thinking about is you." The words come up like word vomit, you can't stop it, you can't take it back.

With embarrassment baked into your veins you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, there's a tense silence, a crackle in the air. An electric shock in your gut, like the universe knows, like Mars can see that he's starting to harden in his pants, they're straining, a thick cock waiting to escape. You lift your head to meet his eyes, that smirk is still there and his gaze is still cutting through you like a thousand needles from hell. You swear you feel a nagging and sharp pain in your retinas as his face is engrained into them.

Then he chuckles. One. Single. Chuckle.

It resides in his throat, deep, full of gut. Like his voice always is. Your breath catches and he sits up right, fingers intertwined still as he rests his wrists at the edge of the table. "Is that so... you want me to fuck you, hm?" His voice is hypnotic. Slow, calculated but lazy — somehow — you nod along pitifully, like a puppet. Thick thighs rubbing together underneath the table, you worry they might chafe.

"Yes, .... Suguru." You hesitate to say his name, but you inner slut agrees with his revelation immediately. You're supposed to be at Nobara's place, celebrating Megumi's birthday. They are probably wondering where you are and what you're up to, but you probably wouldn't be able to tell them that you're dripping for your professor now would you?

Minutes pass, he teases you. It's systematic, intentional. He's a professor, so of course it is. But god — it's got you squirming in your seat. You bite your lip, there's need in those sweet onyx eyes of yours.

Those minutes flew by fast, because now you're in his car, or at least, half in. You're bent over the passengers seat, arms braced on the middle console as his fingers stretch you open promptly from behind, your knee denting into the padded leather of the car seats. This is so lewd, so public. But it's a bar, when is it ever gonna have some couth. All kinds of strange things happen at bars.

You whine, his big hand is gripping your hip so that you can't pull away from his touch. It burns and you want to cry, but it's progressively fading into something you want to experience, over and over again without stopping. He leans down, clothed chest pressing against your back, your body heat mixing with his as you pant against your arm, breath hot and labored. Your stomach is coiling, like you're ready to burst before the real games have even started.

His lips press against your ear, his breath is hot, like like yours. Maybe hotter, the way he breathes before he speaks makes you wanna cry. "You're such a dirty girl.. taking my fingers like that, sucking them in so perfectly." He murmurs against your ear lobe, licking the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving a sticky, wet stripe behind. Just like your cunt, it sounds almost like macaroni with the way he thrusts his now soaked fingers in and out of you, your gummy and precious walls sucking them in like they're full of some kind of nutrients. They are, the nutrients is technique. Even at such an awkward angle he's making you wanna squirm with the way he moves his fingers inside of your sweet, liqoury cunny.

You mewl in return and he chuckles against your ear. He then pulls them out, denying you your impending high, he's undoing his zipper while you let out a small whine of protest. He hums from behind you and smacks your ass with his free hand, causing you to jolt a bit, your breath catching in your throat. "Patience is a virtue, sweetheart." He purrs, he fucking purrs. You press back, seeking more. "But you're taking too long! What if someone sees? We'll get into—" you gasp, cutting yourself off as a fat and angry tip presses against your entrance. He pushes in briefly before pulling it back out, reaching down to grip your ass, spreading your cunt apart with his thumb. He hisses lowly with a guttural sound before responding to your broken protest.

"You don't actually care about getting caught, now do you? You like the feeling of getting in trouble, it makes you wet, doesn't it?" His words aren't a question, they're a statement. There isn't a choice, but there is truth. You whine when he smacks your ass again and nod along, it's pathetic really, how you'll follow his words or directions with no prior thoughts. It's like somehow he's rewiring your brain to accommodate his authority. His presence holds it, a certain authority that you hadn't caught before. Then you admit.

"N-no. I don't.. but still, it's the principle!" You try to reason. Albeit weakly, but you try anyway. Suguru scoffs, you can almost feel his eyes roll. You look over your shoulder to see him, mouth tucked into your shoulder from embarrassment. He looks up from your needy pussy to meet your eyes. "You're about to have sex with your professor and you're talking about principles? What irony. Think about principles when you submit that overdue essay, hmm?" He raises a brow, now he's offended. Because who are you to think about principles when you're letting him scramble your guts like eggs? He nudged his tip past that tight ring, you gasp again. He's thicker than anything you've had before, and you wonder what made you think any other man was better when you had Suguru stretching you out so good?

He grunts and your head hangs as you struggle to accommodate his size despite his prior preparation. The stretch feels like heaven, he nudges forward slowly, holding back with every force that he can muster not to bottom out in one thrust. His breath hitches as he settles for micro-thrusts instead, working you open with each tantalizing inch. The air is progressively robbed from your lungs as he moves, and you wait. Moaning here and there.

You reach back to grab one of your ass cheeks spreading it to at least try and make his entry easier. Oh, but it fails. You're still right, wet and slick, sucking him in as you clench around him like a vice. And after what feels like an eternity he finally bottoms out, his hand guiding the base of his cock moving to your hip as he lets out a deep groan from his chest. You lay your chest fully in the middle console, a small cry leaving your lips and your toes curling in your heels. "Oh-! Suguru, fuck! You're so big.. girthy." You mumble while he slowly rocks his hips. He's glad for parking where he did, away from the entrance. He feels possessiveness swell in his veins as he gazes at your body all pliant and needy underneath him. It makes him wanna keep you as his own. Maybe when you graduate.

He then pushes on the back of your knee, forcing both of your knees into the leather of the seat. He plants one of his on the seat just on the outside of yours and picks up pace, one of his hands using the headrest for support and the over gripping onto your ass, his eyes stuck on the way your cunt drags against his thick base as he moves with a mean roll in his waist. It grows harsh, you let out a breathy gasp with each one, accompanied by small moans and whimpers. He hums, in his eyes? Your pussy was a princess, and tonight? It was his princess tonight. You squeal and whine as he rolls his hips with a precision that makes you question how long he's been doing this, if he's a pornstar behind closed doors.

You can't even process the guilt nagging at the back of your head for skipping the aftermath of the group planned birthday gathering. You can't even remember the gift you were gonna give him. Just that you are in dire need for an orgasm. Your eyes flutter shut, Suguru groans. "Look at her.. she's just taking everything I have to give isn't she?" He speaks, it's low, it's evil. Full of intention and lust. He moves his large palm to wrap around your necks squeezing lightly, the added contact making you huff in pleasure as your face burns. But your stomach burns more, hotter, because you're getting close, or you're starting to. He lifts his eyes from your pussy to you, his smirk becomes devious, he slides his hand up your neck to tilt your head back. Your face hot and covered with a thin sheen of sweat and your pretty eyes threatening to roll back as he slams into you harder without mercy or empathy for your poor cunt.

"You like that, doll? You like the way I fuck you, hmm? Is it better than you expected?" He asks, his voice becoming a bit more breathy as he moves, he leans down, the gyrating of his hip never falter, his hot breath fanning over your face as he smirks. You can only moan and choke on a cry, you bite your bottom lip trying to keep quiet for the sake of anyone that walks by. But he pulls it out with his thumb, hooking his thumb on your tongue to keep your mouth open and those adorably loud squeals of pleasure coming. "Make some noise. You're not shy are you? After you asked me so politely to fuck you, raw no less. Such a slut that you insist on not using a condom."

His words are punctuated by a harsh thrust, his hips clapping against your fleshy ass, it recoils at the impact. His chest is close to your back, one of his arms holds him up on the middle console as he moves. "On your friend's birthday you said? Well aren't you just as filthy as can be?" He drawls, looking you dead in your eyes as he says it. Guilt gnaws at your stomach, your mouth hangs open around his thumb and he chuckles at the sight of you. Your mouth watering. It finally dawns on you that this? This is the real Suguru, he's filthy, disgusting, but painfully sexy and has the thickest dick you've ever felt inside of you.

You cry out, feeling your high drawing closer and closer as you start to flutter around him every now and then. Him in class and him in private are two different people. When he's in public he's like an Angel with a guilty conscience, but oh.. he's an animal right now, your knees shake and they threaten to give out. He reaches a hand to spread your knees wider before continuing, his tip grinding more effectively against that spongy spot that makes you tremble and whine.

He moves his thumb out of your mouth to keep cradling your neck with a light grip, chuckling. "Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell me how good I'm making you feel." He coos, his tone patronizing. Your broken whimpers somehow morph into the words he wants to hear as you stammer out; "fff-feels so f- ah! Fuckin' good, Sugu—" you choke, moan, tears start pricking the corners of your eyes as you draw closer to an orgasm, that blue feeling in your gut that makes you wanna scream. Suguru groans in satisfaction at your words. His bicep strains to keep himself up right but he refuses to stop before you cum on his cock.

"Good girl.." he drawls, triumphant. Your sounds break and stagger with each harsh thrust and your nails dig into the middle console, lashes fluttering as eye contact becomes difficult to maintain. Those tears from earlier? They start to fall, and it makes Suguru feel good. His blood is boiling, it just makes him all the harder when you start to cry, he lets you close your eyes, he kisses your cheeks soothingly, a balm amidst the storm of pleasure being conjured up in your insides.

"That's it, pretty girl. Cum for me, you know you want to. You don't care about Megumi's birthday being tonight, you just want a rough fucking." His words are still so dirty, so obscene, but you love it. Even though you're not supposed to be bent over his passengers seat, you're supposed to be doing something stupid, not getting the alcohol fucked out of your system by your astronomy professor. You almost believe his words. No, you do, the conviction and authority in his voice prevents you from doubting it. This is wrong, this is sick, but you love it. His kisses are so sweet, his hips are so evil and his words make you cum, where's the relief?

Your walls start to spasm around him as you cum, he slows down steadily, but he continues roughly fucking you through it. Why? Because he wants to see waterworks. He knows you can do it. He lets out this growlish sound against your cheek as his pace slows to a deep and harsh but slow roll. You couldn't even tell him. He just knew, and he's gonna praise you, just as much as he'll degrade you.

He pulls out and you splurt your juices all over the seat and whatever else the liquids could reach, both of you panting the whole way. He grabs his base and fists it promptly, hips bucking into his palm as he chases his cum, his head tilting back. He shoots his load onto your still fluttering hole and then pulls back to admire his fucked out, tear faced masterpiece with a smug smirk. With a harsh spank to your pussy and then a branding smack to your ass he tucks himself away and tosses your panties at you.

"Get in the back and tell me your friend's address. I'll drop you off there." There's no options here, and frankly, you're not in any position to protest, it's late, you're spent and you have a place to be.

You nod and clean up, and then he drives you to Nobara's place, he parked and met your puffy eyes through the rearview mirror, smirking. "Goodnight, [♥︎]. Just know, now that you've had my dick, you can't have anyone else's, understood?" He raises a curious brow, searching your eyes through the tiny mirror for any hints of you misunderstanding. Your cheeks burn again and you nod before getting out.

When you get into the house using your spare key, disheveled, puffy eyed and still aching from the brutal fucking you had just gotten. You glance at a window that was facing the driveway of Nobara's place, by now, Suguru was gone, but he's marked you without leaving any physical evidence. How do you explain that to Nobara?

Whatever. When she sees you walk into the living room looking the way you do, she gapes and the other two heads turn toward you. You awkwardly wave and choke out in a bitterly hoarse voice; "Hey, Y'all..." there's a slight undertone of guilt in your words, but that doesn't matter now, no one notices. Nobara grabs your cheeks and her brows furrow. Megumi also looks perplexed by your messy appearance. And Yuji has a concerned look on his face as he gets up and makes his way over to the group.

"What the hell happened to you?" Questioned Nobara, Yuji not far behind. "Are you okay?" He put a hand on his chin and leaned closer, inspecting your current condition.

Megumi sighed and shook his head, "whatever it is, let's just get her cleaned up and settled down, she looks like a wreck." He's honest and that hurts a little but you know. It's true. Nobara and Yuji nod and they all help you get changed and settled down. And while you're curled up on Nobara's bed, they quietly converse in the living room.

Now you're wondering how class is gonna go knowing that your cunt has been claimed…

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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 © 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

[bratzray]

ᥫ᭡Forever Theirs ᥫ᭡

❥ Chapter 2: Interview Phase!

Warning:  Obsessive behavior, Gwi-ma slightly mentioned {phone call}, jealous!Abby, mental tension, stalking 

Synopsis: The day after you meet the Saja boys, you decide to go shopping with Ji-yoo for your new companion Luna, that’s when you bump into Abby at the store, you don’t recognize him at first but Ji-yoo does. There’s tension between you and Abby that you can’t quickly put your finger on but you continue on about your day. Later when walking home you find a poster, stating that a manager position is needed for an idol group but it doesn’t state which one, you call in a schedule your interview, which then takes a interesting turn 

Tag list:  @doodle-with-rhy, @just-set-things-on-fire, @strayharmony943, @nonetheartist, @mazzk1ng

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It was the next day after the crazy encounter that you had with a group you now know as the Saja boys. No matter how hard you try you’re constantly thinking about them, and that crazy feeling you got when you were around them. Trying to push that feeling away you get out of bed to prepare for the day ahead of you. 

After taking a nice long shower, you decided to do your hair and put on a nice and simple outfit. Nothing too complicated, but still looking cute as ever. You pick up your phone and take a couple pictures with you and your new cat Luna, before making a post on your instagram and posting some pictures.

You text Ji-yoo telling him to come pick you up so that you can go to the vet and pet store together before getting some groceries. He responds telling you he’s on the way, so you start putting on your shoes and grabbing a purse big enough for the kitten to lay inside of it. You hear a car horn blaring outside and that's how you know that Ji-yoo is waiting for you. 

“Let’s go, little baby.” you say as you pet Luna before making your way to the elevator. You finally make it to the front of the building as you see Ji-yoo standing outside his car waiting for you to get inside. He opens the car door for you then he closes the door behind you, placing your purse in your lap, you start playing with Luna. 

“Soo, what did you decide to name the little rascal?” Ji-yoo asks as he reaches over the middle counsel to pet Luna. 

“Luna since I found her under the moon.” you say as you smiled at Luna as she purred while Ji-yoo petted her. He hummed in response before starting the car and driving off. 

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On the other side of town were the Saja boys and they were going crazy about the new post that you made on your instagram 

“Just look how beautiful she looks, oh my goodness.” Romance mumbled to himself as he looked at the pictures you posted

“Isn’t that the cat that was outside when we were there?” Abby ask as he also scrolled through the pictures

“Yea dummy, the damn cat followed her home.” Baby said as he continued playing his game on his Ipad 

“Of course you remember because you also followed her home.” Romance said with a snarky attitude before feeling something hit the side of his head. That something being Baby’s bottle that he was drinking out of. 

“Stop fighting you two…” Jinu said as he walked into the room

“I wonder if she’s taking the cat to the vet..” Mystery spoke up before looking at the photos you posted. 

That’s when all the boys paused taking in the words that he just said. It seems like the most responsible thing to do, especially knowing the cat was the stray. They all hummed before they looked deeply into the photos you posted 

“We’re going to the vet aren’t we?” Mystery whispered already knowing the answer 

“Yes.” The other four boys said before getting up from looking at the Ipad and putting their best outfit on to go see you again. 

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While you were walking out of the vet with Ji-yoo, you got that warm feeling again and this time it felt much closer and powerful than the other two times. You tried shaking it off and made conversation with Ji-yoo 

“So, baby girl is healthy but she’s a little underweight.” you said to Ji-yoo as you pet Luna behind the ears, feeling her bite slightly at your finger 

“Yea, which means I’m going to have to spend a whole bunch of money buying everything you need for her.” He said rolled his eyes before taking out his phone to find the nearest pet store 

“Oh please don’t be acting like I’m forcing you to buy anything, if anything I can get it myself I just need someone to carry it.” you replied, an attitude slightly growing in you as you walked off.

Ji-yoo just huffed before following close behind. 

As you continue walking you hear voices somewhat behind you 

“Who is the man with her?” One said in a slight low pitch 

“I don’t know but I don’t appreciate how he talks to her.” Said another 

Right as you were about to turn around to figure out who they were talking about, Ji-yoo pulled you into the pet store. You huffed, annoyed as you were thrown off your footing but you said nothing. You start looking and walking around shopping when you suddenly bump into a brick wall. 

“What the hel..” you say as you rub up and down on the surface before looking up and seeing a man’s face, a beautiful man at that. 

“OH MY GOODNESS!! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have rubbed on you like that.” you quickly said as you bowed to show your embarrassment, that was until you felt an arm wrap around your waist bringing you back up to make eye contact with said man. 

“Don’t worry darling, this won’t be the only time you cop a feel.” the man mumbled. That same warm feeling that you got before came back again, you feel like you should recognize him but you can’t put your finger on who he was, as you blush slightly at the words he said. He smiles down at you before placing his other hand on your cheek. 

“You’re really as beautiful as I thought you were…” the man whispered before rubbing your cheek. You smile slightly at the compliment before feeling someone tug you back roughly.

“Can we help you?” you know that voice and tone from anywhere. Ji-yoo never really liked when others hit on you but that was more or so because he was like a protective older brother, always making sure that you were safe. 

“You can’t help me but she can” said the man, but you had a feeling these two know each other so you ask 

“Ji do you know him?” you whisper as you look over to Ji-yoo. The face he made back at you made you feel stupid 

“You’re telling me you don’t recognize who he is?” he said, raising his voice slightly. You shook your head no before looking back at the man trying to put things together. The man smiles down at you before glaring at Ji-yoo

“I don’t understand why you’re interrupting the conversation me and this beautiful woman are having…” He said practically growling ask he spoke to Ji-yoo 

“Don’t act like I don’t know what’s up..you’re just trying to play with her feelings and I WON’T let that happen.” Ji-yoo barked back before pulling you away to the counter to pay for the things you were going to get. You wave bye to the man before following Ji-yoo, he waves back before blowing you a kiss. 

You huffed as you followed Ji-yoo to the front 

“What was that all about?” you asked trying your best not to get upset at his protective behavior, but instead of responding he continues to ignore you 

“Ji-yoo, I’m talking to you.” you say, annoyed at him ignoring you. He finishes paying before grabbing you by the arm and rushing you to the car. You finally push your arm out of his tight grasp 

“What is your damn problem?!” You ask raising your voice because you were generally upset at the way that he was acting right now 

“[✮] get in the car.” He mumbles before putting the stuff he brought in the back of the car 

��No I won’t get into the car until you tell why you’re acting like this. That man was nice and kinda cute. You might just be dramatic right now!” 

“[✮] GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!” He yelled which caused you to jerk back and tear up from frustration. You shake your head before opening the car and sitting down, slamming the door behind you. 

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The boys were waiting for Abby to get back from inside the store when they saw what unfolded between you and some man they now hate. It took almost everything in them not to deal with him themselves once they saw tears swell in your eyes 

“I’m going to fucking kill him…” Mystery mumbled as he clenched his fist

Right before they got up, Abby walked over to them. 

“He’s protective…” He said 

“What the hell does that have to do with the fact he just yelled in baby girl’s face?” Romance asked slightly annoyed at Abby’s simple “explanation”. 

“The reason he yelled is because she wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t want her to. He said he knew what I was up to and didn’t want me playing with her feelings.” Abby responded before sitting next to Baby who was on his Ipad 

“What…that makes no sense, what could you possibly be up to and why does he think you’d play with her feelings?” Jinu asked before taking a sip of his milkis. 

“She didn’t recognize me, but he did. It’s just we’re idols so he probably thinks we’re just messing with her…” Abby said finally shaking his head understanding why the interaction just happened, but cannot shake off the fact that he didn’t like how controlling this man can be. Right before he was going to say something, Baby spoke up. 

“He’s her best friend, his name is Ji-yoo.” He said before showing the boys a picture of the both of y’all together, you holding the camera as you both made a silly face in the photo. The boys looked at the photo not liking how close the both of you were to each other 

“Why the hell is he in nearly every picture…” Jinu said before rolling his eyes at the pictures silently wishing that it was him instead of Ji-yoo. 

“Apparently they’ve been friends for years which would explain why he’s in so many photos. It also looks like she used to be a manager for a couple small music artists.” Baby replied before showing the group more pictures from your public instagram. 

“I have the perfect plan, it just requires a printer and a phone number…” Romance smiles before making his way to the car that they came in. 

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It’s been nearly 3 hours since you last spoke to Ji-yoo after his little outburst in front of the pet store. It was just you and him in the car since Luna had fallen asleep from being out all day 

“[✮]...” Ji-yoo finally spoke up, breaking the tension between the two of you, but he was met with the same silence he had given you when you wanted to talk. 

“[✮] please. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way but you know how I can get.” he said trying to get you to understand him, but you just huffed in return. You knew he could be protective but cussing at you and ignoring you isn’t the way to address whatever problem he was having 

“[✮]...He’s a Saja boy. They play with girls' hearts, he’s an idol for goodness sake. I just didn’t want to see you get hurt..I just shouldn’t have yelled at you, I really am sorry [✮]...” he said practically pleading with you to finally listen to him and understand that it truly was a misunderstanding 

“I understand your protectiveness, but don’t you ever cuss at me again or it's your head..” you said sternly because you smiled at him. He pulled into the parking space in front of your house when you saw a paper hanging on a light post by the car that read, “Looking for an experienced manager for a new idol group, please contact 03-1240-5896”. You smiled knowing you could finally start working though you did and still do have a decent amount of money saved from your jobs in America. You end up saving the number, planning on calling it later once you and Luna get settled. 

“I’m gonna go take Luna upstairs and open the door so it’s easier to take the stuff upstairs kay?” You said to Ji-yoo looking over your shoulder before making your way into the apartment complex 

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Right as you walked away, Abby walked up to Ji-yoo. Ji-yoo was getting the things out of the car to make things slightly easier to carry inside when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around was when he saw him. 

“Did you fucking follow us here?!” He said, surprised at the fact that Abby was standing right behind him. 

“No, I was taking a walk and recognized you. I wanted to apologize if I had done anything to upset you, I truly like her and I want to be with her” Abby said knowing for a fact that he’ll still be stubborn like he was before at the store 

“I love that for you but she’s someone I value greatly and I won’t let some 개새끼 [son of a bitch] hurt her for some idol fantasy.” he replied before pushing past Abby, carrying the litter box and bed for Luna, right before he could continue walking, Abby picked up the rest of the stuff and raced over to Ji-yoo 

“Please understand that my intentions aren’t to hurt her, cause I wouldn’t be saying sorry to you if I felt like you didn’t have some influence in her life.” He said while following Ji-yoo to the elevator, standing right beside him while making it up to the floor you lived on 

“I won’t believe a damn thing until I see it. I’d be stupid to believe a 바보 [fool] like you.” Ji-yoo replied as the door opened, making his way to your apartment complex. Abby already knew exactly where your apartment was thanks to Baby, but that’ll look a little too creepy

They finally make it to your house, when Ji-yoo knocks on the door and as soon as he does you can hear tussling around the house. You open the door while Luna is hanging from the front of your cardigan, craws digging deep into your skin

“I’m sorry Ji, I know I said I’d be down but she didn’t want to let me go.” You laugh a little though in pain, as you grabbed her off your shirt and placed her on your shoulder. You noticed the man from earlier standing right beside Ji-yoo

“It’s nice to see you again…” You look at him confused trying to figure out who he is since Ji-yoo seems to know him 

“You can call me Abby darling.” He said holding his hand out to you, you gave him your hand and he placed a light kiss on the back of it. You smile slightly as you heard a huff from Ji-yoo when you finally cut the tension between all three of you

“Please come in, I don’t want you standing out here holding all that stuff.” You said as you stood to the side to let the men in. They placed everything down, and Ji-yoo started to unpack everything in the corner. 

“Thank you for helping us Abby.” You said to him smiling up at him as you smiled up at him 

“I’d do it again for you darlin.” He said as he returned the smile you gave him 

“How can I repay you?” You asked ready to take out some money to give him 

“Don’t do that, but I would love to have your number.” He said, smiling down at you as he pulled out his phone. You blushed slightly before putting your number into his phone and leading him out your house. Giving him a quick goodbye, you made your way back to Ji-yoo. 

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It had taken nearly 3 hours to set everything up for Luna but you finally did it. It was a bit late but you still wanted to try your chances with calling that new management position, Ji-yoo had left nearly 30 minutes ago so it was just you and Luna. You got your phone and called the number, you didn’t expect anyone to answer until you heard it. 

“Ahh…how may we help you…” A deep male voice spoke on the other end, your body stiffened like you recognized the voice from somewhere but couldn’t quite put your finger on it yet.

“Um. Yes I would like to apply for the manager position that was posted on the paper…” You said slightly shaken up from the person on the other end 

“Mmmm…What name should I put down for the interview…” The man asked, he seemed very uninterested and sounded angry.

“[✮]-” Right before you could say your last name you get cut off by a ground shaking laugh on the other end of the phone, before you could say anything you hear

“These boys…I knew there was a reason they needed my help and this is why!!” The man continued with his barking laugh before he got replaced by a kind woman. 

She asked your name again, which you gave her and you set up a date for the interview which was now 2 days away. You couldn’t wait, this is your chance to actually work and feel comfortable in your new environment 

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The boys had been sitting around the phone, listening to your sweet voice which was contrasted to Gwi-ma’s deep and intimidating voice. 

It was fine until he heard your name and started barking and that was when they cut the call and replaced him with someone else. The reason they didn’t answer the call themselves is because they were afraid you would recognize their voices so they asked Gwi-ma which seemed like a big mistake. 

“You boys are foolish.” They heard his voice blaring in their heads, unable to escape whatever he had to say to them. 

“Weak and hopelessly in love…foolish boys truly.” Gwi-ma continued to degrade them as he saw them asking for help to talk to their bonded lover as weak and useless. 

“Gwi-ma, we only asked because she could recognize our voices, it wouldn't be completely useless to want the surprise effect..” Romance mumbled before continuing to stay quite as Gwi-ma continued 

“I cannot help you everytime you cannot talk to a girl especially if that girl is bonded to you even when she dies.” He snarled at Romance's comment before huffing, not wanting to continue the conversation, disappearing back to wherever he came from. 

The boys signed, feeling relieved that Gwi-ma finally is leaving them alone 

“Lets remember not to ask him for anything again…” Romance said, annoyed at what Gwi-ma said to him 

Right before the others could reply a demon worker of theirs knocked on the door. Once allowed permission to enter, she talked 

“My lords, she has agreed to the interview process and she’ll be here in the next two days.” She said before turning back around a closing the door 

Before any of them could react, Abby jumped out his seat in excitement. 

“What the heck is wrong with you?” Baby said looking up from his Ipad, glaring at Abby for messing him up while he was playing a game 

“She texted me…” Abby mumbled to himself, he kept repeating the same phase before Jinu came up behind him to see what he was so excited about, that’s when he saw your name at the top of his messages and y’all had begun a conversation 

“When the hell did you get her number?!” Jinu question Abby causing the other boys to jump up 

“You got her number?!” Baby yelled, upset that Abby got it before him

“When were you gonna tell us??” Mystery questioned surprised Abby actually got your number

“WOW! Imagine keeping baby girl from me…” Romance said with a attitude that Abby didn’t tell him that he got your number 

“Yea I got her number when I went to her apartment…” He whispered hoping they didn’t hear him 

“YOU WENT TO HER APARTMENT?!!” The other boys yelled, upset that he went without telling them first 

“Yea..but we’ll see her in two days…” Abby responded, laughing slightly trying to lighten the mood, before feeling at least 20 projectiles being thrown at him at an alarming speed causing him to fall. 

The boys huff but they can’t be mad for long, because they’ll see you soon and once they get ahold of you they’ll never let go

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❥ Chapter 3

[kill4luvina]

"Fucked Around and Found out"

Vampire!Ony x Nerd!Reader (Fem)

Onyakapon ain't the type to get caught up in relationships—he's always been about casual hookups, bouncing from girl to girl, never sticking around long enough for anything real. But that all changes when he meets you. Over the years at Oak Ridge High, he’s never met anyone quite like you—to the public eye your the sweet, innocent & quiet girl nobody pays any mind to. He believed it too, Until one night at a wild house party, he sees a whole different side of you.

Warnings : SMUT, Ony & Reader are both drunk, Unprotected Sex, Choking, fingering, manhandling, biting & death (reader turns into a vampire at the end), reader has nipple piercing, spit kink, Oral (m receiving), mating press, reader is a slut for ony, breeding, creampie, Telepathy, cockdrunk reader, ooh girll, and so much more.

Onyakapon only sees you during Art Studio on Fridays, the one time he decided to stop by on a sunny day instead of going home after his last lecture. He sat next to you, and charmed his way into becoming your friend—complimenting your art and literally just talking to you about anything.

Today was like any other Friday, he walked into the studio with McDonald's. Catching your attention as you greeted him. "Why’d you get McDonald's?" you tilted your head, addressing the elephant in the room.

"So, you don’t want some?" he asked, making you laugh and shake your head. While eating, he couldn’t help but notice you got your hair and nails done.

You adjusted your glasses on your face as you picked up your phone, realizing you were running a little late. "I gotta go, me and my friend are going out tonight. I’ll see you next week?" you smiled, your braces making you even cuter to him.

"Mmhmm, be safe," he said, and you nodded before leaving.

He sat there for a minute, looking to the side, and noticed you left your drawing. He pulled it closer and realized it was a few different sketches of him, with his name drawn in the middle. There was a cute note at the bottom with your number & Instagram.

Ony’s homeboys had noticed the change in him since he met you. He didn’t really talk to or about any other girl but you. It was like his brain didn’t even register that today was his 3rd time seeing you, but he felt so comfortable around you. The weekdays were now just him, doing his schoolwork and making art.

A shocking change, due to his history of hooking up with girls every other day. Once in a while using them as a snack when they didn’t meet his standards.

This new change made being a vampire difficult, rather then killing girls he found peace in buying extra rats for his snake and him as well. Which wasn’t enough but would get him through the day.

But today, after what you said, he felt like he needed to get back in the game. And what better way than hitting up a house party? One hosted by his homeboys, Eren and Connie. Being asked to help set up Ony was there hours before the party even started.

His homeboys pressured him into drinking, three shots in and the three of them killed six girls. Two girls each boy, Eren and Connie leaving Ony to take care of the party as they rid the girls bodies.

Around 10:30, that's when you walked into the living room, completely catching his attention. You made your way over to one of your friends as she poured some Don into your mouth, both of you giggling, already tipsy from earlier.

"Y/n?" you heard Onyakapon’s voice as you turned around, slightly startled. You walked over to him, and he chuckled. "I never knew I'd see you at something like this." “fr? i go out a lot actually.”

Smiling you quickly turned to get the bottle of Don. He’d let out a light huff as he felt you get comfortable on his lap pressing your pussy against his lil big friend through the fabric of his sweats. “y/n?..” “yess??” you’d giggle before looking for something on you.

You’d pull your phone out and start recording. “say aahh.” he’d hesitate before opening his mouth as you pour some down his throat. You’d giggle more as you pressed your head against his, triggering his telepathy ‘he smells too good.’ hed hear making his eyes flashing a glint of red.

You looked so different, your deep side part sleeked to the side framing your face as the straight hair fell a little past your waist. Your pink and cheetah prink nails, matching with the very short pink crop top that barely covered your tits. Your jean skirt that barely cover your ass didn’t help the fact you had no panties on. 

‘when is he gonna touch me…’

All with cute Jordans that matched the pink of your outfit. You play with his chain will in his lap, as he finds himself playing with your pierced nipples through the thin fabric of your tight top. Picking you up in the same position, he’d walk you upstairs to the second floor where no one else was allowed.

“No panties?” He’d almost choke on his words, spreading your thighs open, noticing you were already soaked. About to go down on you,  he found himself watching your head bop up and down his dick slowly, swallowing as much of him as you could at a time. “fuckk— “ 

His eyes rolling back the moment you locked eyes with him for a second, head falling back as his hands quickly reached for your head. “Mamas—sloooo uw! the fuck down!” he’d almost whine. You had him in a vulnerable state nobody had ever, in his years of living. 

This only encouraged you to take him deeper, and faster drooling all over his dick. Your eyes watering as you messed up your make up with saliva. You’d pop him out of your mouth for a moment stroking his full length. Mentally trying to process how you were gonna handle all 9 ½ inches. 

Without hesitation you went back to work, hands moving in the opposite direction of eachother as your sucked at his tip. Something about the way his dick touched the back of your throat left the poor boy completely overfilling your mouth with cum. 

‘s’muchhh… n he looks so good all fucked out.’ 

Not even a second after you pulled away he was completely hard again. The way you looked up at him making his dick twitch and pupils turn red. The alochol in his system not helping, as he watched you pull your shirt off.

The eye-contact for a moment giving him complete control of your mind. “C’mere, mamas,” he'd smirk. Watching your eyes flicker a pretty pink, with cute heart in your eyes as your crawled towards him. Your mind completely blank as you followed instructions you could only hear through your thoughts.

‘i want a kiss..’ you’d find yourself thinking.

Eyes flickering back to normal as you now found yourself in his lap, kissing him. His right hand completely wrapped around your neck, that looked so small compared to his hand. The kiss getting deeper and hotter by the second has he started to grip you neck a little tighter, your eyes rolling back as you felt his left hand finds its way from your ass to your fat wet pussy.

The sloppy kiss getting messier as you whined and moaned trying to catch your breath, your head spinning as you got dizzy. “Wanna be a slut right?” he’d pull away to say, sliding to fingers deep in your pussy as tried everything to kiss him again. “Onyy” you’d whine feeling his grip loosen, but his fingers get deeper. 

‘too, gooodddd!’

The sloppy sound of pussy filling the room as his fingered you, with your pretty moans to harmonize with it. He’d watch you cum, your legs shaking as you let out a cry quickly resting your head against his shoulder. 

Before you knew it, you were in arched up in doggy a quick slap to the ass bringing you back to reailty. “What are you?!” you’d panic feeling him push agains’t your wet entrance making you wonder why you even cared anymore. 

‘i just wanna get fuckedd by himm’ you’re brain would spin trying to pull if even just an ounce of concern, but it what no where to be found. You felt completely safe in his hands, his dick slamming into your sloppy cunt. Your eyes rolling back, as your completely forgot your question and worries. 

“I’m- a vampire.” he’d answer, making your quickly turn to face him as smiled showing off his fangs as he watched confused reaction. Fear wanted to consume you, but you were too fucked out and drunk to care. To be honest, you found it hot making your pussy clench and swallow him deeper. 

“fuuckkk, you like that ma?” he’d asked, slowly starting to move as your pussy gripped him tighter making him lightheaded. “pussy too good, you not going anywhere.” he’d think aloud as he sped up the pace. The sloppy slaps and wet sounds mixed with both your moans and his groans.

“Right! THERE!!” you’d cry out, arching deeper and fucking back into him as you felt him hit a spot you never knew existed. Your brain going completely blank, the only thoughts remaining being how well he was fucking you. Eyes rolling back as your pull at the bedsheet trying not to run from it. 

To your rescue, Onyakapon notice his red eyes only glowing brighter and in three seconds you were in mating press. Too fucked out to even question how that was humanily possible, because it wasn’t. His strokes speeding up not helping matter as your started to cry, tears filling your cheeks out of pure bliss.

‘Sooo, close!’

“You about to cum mamas?? Mm?” he’d say, almost making you realize he had been reading your mind all along. Until he pulled back for a moment, slapping your pussy earning a yelp from you. Before going right back to fucking every braincell out of you. “Say aahhh!” he’d smile his heavy lustfilled eyes meeting yours. 

Not even being able to control yourself your mouth opened. “aahhhhhh” you’d obey as he spit in your mouth. “Swallow.” he’d command, no longer being controlled you did and you enjoyed it. Your final straw was when he quietly whispered “good girl” in your ear and started kissing you. 

You squirted, harder then you’ve ever in your life crying into the kiss as he quickly pulled away biting your neck hard making you physically cry even harder. Trying to push him away as you felt blood pouring down your neck. The mixed pleasure and pain not even allowing you to realize he came in you. 

His cum completely painting your walls white, as your lifeless body fell to the bed when he removed his fangs. Ony  hovered above you, admirring his masterpiece as he whispered loving affirmations. Cooing as he watched you open your pretty eyes, pink pupils staring up at him as you batted your lashes. 

Little did you know, you were his no matter what and he has just marked his territory on your whether you liked it or not. But, he had a feeling you wouldn’t mind especially now you could keep up with him.  

"And our happiest days would be spent Picking off all your friends And they'd see A love this deep Won't stay buried"

[iwanty0uu]

aaand..action! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

nsfw idk what else to tell ya

The glass table beneath you shook violently, threatening to break from the force above. Its poor legs almost gave out, as its round golden trim was now coated in a thick layer of... white liquid? It slowly trickled down onto the fuzzy carpet underneath, missing the phone that was angled almost directly below it by an inch.

“Shit” Connie whispered low, dick resting on your clit as you watched him slowly pump in and out of you.

His body was beyond beautiful and your slick glazing over his shaft only enhanced how furiously red his tip was. You felt him twitch inside of you, walls clenching around him squeezing out as much as you possibly can from him.

Gosh he was handsome, you damn near inhaled his fucking face, loosing control of your lips allowing them to aggressively crash into his own. Sucking his plump helpless bottom lip, and licking the top gently, teasing the tip of your tongue into his mouth; he couldn’t help but hold your body closer. And as his arms wrapped around your waist, the slippery table beneath you helped your ass glide smoothly to the end of the table. Now you were closer, (despite him quite literally being inside of you) just so he could look into your eyes, embracing you with his signature smirk.

“This finna be one hell of a movie huh baby,” he couldn’t help but laugh at your freaked out ass idea, cus it made him realize that his girl wasn’t as sweet as he thought. It didn’t take too long for both of you to clean yourselves up (and that poor end table), all while getting comfy and just to watch your work of art. With a quick swipe, his phone opened with your face ID (what a loyal man), and lo and behold your video staring back at you in his camera roll.

17:15————|——— -32:10

32 glorious minutes of your pretty pussy printed onto a clear glass table, and a visibly thick and flushed dick fucking into you using all different rhythms and paces. You watched every second of your juices flowing out of you, eyed the way you clenched around your boyfriend; thick brown legs smudged sticky with your juices and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together as the ache between them intensified again. Imagining a man possessing such a lewd video of you on his phone was completely out of the question cus niggas get to feelin themselves when they wit they home boys… But Connie made you feel like a porn star. The round brown eyes that glistened in the phone screen’s reflection didn’t leave the video. The way your back arched only emphasized your figure from such an angle, while you moaned into his mouth, grabbing your long dark brown vixen-style hair as you rolled your hips against his. He made you feel safe and it made you do the most, outperforming all of his dank ass exs.

You turned Connie as his eyes met yours, low and suggestive almost as if he was reading your mind.

Without another word the video was stored safely in his hidden photos, the first of many. And now, the once lively phone screen went dark, as the scene of Connie’s tongue intertwining with yours now reflected from the turned-off phone screen like a mirror. Who says the movie ends when the camera stops rolling?

AAAAAANNND CUT!~ ❤︎︎𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮

[nanivinsmoke]

gamer!choso who spends almost everyday at your place playing games. staying up all night while you live-streamed in your room, playing with yourself to the sounds of his voice; cumming when he wins in match.

gamer!choso who looks like he has a big dick, one you fantasize about every night. wondering how would it be to have him inside of you. how he would make you cum repeatedly on his cock, babbling incoherent words when you do.

gamer!choso who’s surprised at your request, but he always knew what was going on in your room; agreed to it. he used the game to distract him from your moans, because if he didn’t his pants would be soiled with his cum daily

gamer!choso who was a little nervous to have sex in front of a camera with people watching, but he had been waiting for this moment to feel all of you.

gamer!choso who can practically rip a hole through his pants the way his cock stood straight up, while he massaged your plump ass with warming oils. you laid on your stomach, talking to your followers on your laptop. you came across a comment from one of them, saying you should prank choso and you liked the idea. you were gonna piss him off and see how that ends for you.

“i know his party be mad as hell when he joins the call. everytime he does, they lose. I don’t even know why he bothers to get on.”

- reinerswhore: no way, he’s gonna be so pissed off.

- tojiscumslut: oh im going to be so jealous when he fucks the shit out of you.

- mochakitty: look he looks pissed off already. say something else!

“sometimes I’ll cut the wifi off with my phone, just to hear him rage” you giggle, glancing at him through your camera feed.

gamer!choso who’s listening to every word you said, feeling himself get upset—decided on how he was going to punish you.

“if he doesn’t know how to play a game, he certainly wouldn’t be able to find your clit”

gamer!choso who decides to punish you with a hard smack to your ass, repeatedly; making you yelp out. he doesn’t even let you adjust to the stinging sensation, with each smack being more painful than the last.

gamer!choso who tears your pink panties to shreds, ordering for you to arch your ass up in the air; before he began to devour your pussy. you couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips while he devoured your sloppy wet cunt. you tried your best to muffle your moans, but there was no use. he was going to make you cum all over his face.

gamer!choso who has you begging for him to let you cum, but he ignored your pleas. he pulls his pants and boxers down and prods his stiff boner at your entrance—before pushing his thick inches inside of you.

gamer!choso who doesn’t let you adjust to his size begins to pound your cunt silly. your eyes were crossed and your face was pressed into your pillow, as you took him like a good girl. he was so deep inside of you, stretching your gummy walls so he could mold it just for his cock.

“fuck! this is all your good for. being my little cock whore. g’na let me breed you? pump this cunt full of my babies?”

you nod frantically, reaching underneath to rub your pretty little clit—squealing as you came all over his fat dick. his strokes didn’t stop as you came, they became harder and faster; milking your pussy for all it’s worth.

gamer!choso who cums bucket loads inside of you. his thick load warms and fills your tummy up completely, making you cum second time from the sensation.

gamer!choso who tells you to end your stream so he could breed your pussy some more.

[bambiiezs]

18+ ahead

Currently thinking about how Nagumo would be a very teasing dom, I mean look how he jokes constantly and lies. Tbh he might be a toxic ex too if I'm being honest. But not like, evil or anything. He just only wants you to be with him. He's very obsessed with you. I mean who would ever leave him, he's tall, fine asf, tatted like a chipotle bag. (I need him)

The only reason you’d ever consider leaving Nagumo would be his jealousy—his suffocating, possessive need to have you all to himself. He doesn’t just dislike you having guy friends; he forbids it. He’ll joke about it, flash that cocky grin, but the moment you actually test his patience? Oh, he’s reminding you exactly who you belong to.

And God forbid he finds out you’ve been with someone else.

The night had been perfect. A nice dinner, laughter, the thrill of something new. But the moment you step into your apartment and flick on the lights, that perfection shatters.

He’s already there.

Nagumo sits lazily on your couch, legs spread like he owns the place—like he owns you. His sharp eyes flicker over your body, taking in every inch of you in that dress you thought you’d worn for someone else. But the way he looks at you now, like a predator cornering his prey, makes your stomach tighten.

Your heart stutters, but you force yourself to stand tall. “The fuck are you doing here, Yoichi? I told you to stay away from me.”

He doesn’t respond—not with words, at least. Instead, he rises slowly, his movements deliberate, controlled. The sound of his boots against your floor echoes in the silence as he makes his way to your kitchen. He reaches into the cabinet like he’s done it a hundred times before, pulling out your favorite bottle of red wine. Without asking, he pours himself a glass, taking a slow sip. His eyes never leave you.

Then, he chuckles. A low, amused sound that sends a shiver up your spine. He leans back against the counter, swirling the wine in his glass.

“Your words are so cruel, love. Have you already forgotten me? Lost all those feelings so easily?” He tilts his head, pouting—mocking.

He’s not sad. Not even close.

He’s entertained. Amused by your defiance. Because in his mind, this isn’t over. You were his, and he doesn’t let go that easily.

"Why are you here?” you demand, voice laced with frustration.

He takes a step closer, then stops—his sharp eyes studying you with quiet intensity. Your gaze falters, avoiding his, but he doesn’t let you escape. A single finger hooks beneath your chin, tilting your face upward until your eyes meet his.

“Look at me with those pretty eyes, will you?” His voice is low, almost coaxing. But there’s something darker lurking beneath. “Tell me, why are you trying to leave me? Why are you trying to give away what’s mine?”

Before you can protest, your back meets the cold surface of the wall. His knee slots between your legs, spreading them just enough to steal the breath from your lips. You let out a soft whimper, hands pressing against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. He never does.

And that’s how you ended up here—face buried in your pillows, muffling your moans as Nagumo fucks you from behind, his name tumbling from your lips like a desperate prayer. His thrusts are brutal, relentless—every roll of his hips aimed to break you apart, his thick tip slamming into that spot that makes your vision blur. He’s ruthless. He always is.

You’re completely at his mercy—just how you like it.

He leans in, breath hot against your ear. “You like that, mama? Like when I fuck you like this?” His voice drips with smug satisfaction. “Of course you do. You’re dripping, creaming all over me.”

His fingers tighten around your hips, pulling you back to meet each deep, punishing thrust.

“Tell me,” he growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. “Who makes you feel this good? Who always fucks you just right?”

Your voice trembles, barely above a gasp.

“Y-Yoichi…!”

"That's right baby, Nagumo yoichi.. and don't you fucking forget."