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I'll Make You A Star, Baby (Toji x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Sleazy Music Producer!Toji Fushiguro x F!Popstar!Reader

Synopsis: You are an up-and-coming pop girl who has dominated the charts with your hit song and is quickly moving into the world of stardom. As your popularity in the music industry grows, your manager and fans are foaming at the mouth for a new hit single. So you pair up with Toji Fushiguro, a hitmaker and a playboy in the industry, well known for his beats AND his dick game. And despite your resistance to Toji's seduction, you quickly learn that becoming a household name in the music world isn't that easy. Maybe fucking this man can make you a star...or is that just what he slipped in your drink talking?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); No Curse AU; Music Industry AU; Celeb!Toji x Celeb!Reader; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Drugging; Rape/Noncon; Dubcon; Drug Use (Marijuana + Cocaine); DILF!Toji x Younger!Reader (Early 20s); Sex on Camera; Slutification; Objectification; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Spit Play; Degradation + Praise; Snorting Coke Off Toji's Dick; Facefucking; Face Slapping; Daddy Kink; Multiple Positions (Missionary + Doggy); Reader Cums 2x; Creampie

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: I hate The Idol with all my fucking heart...but "Popular" is a BOP. I can't believe I'm just now hearing it lmaoo! As soon as I heard it, I got this idea. Originally, this was one for Gojo but I haven't written about my broke ass DILF Toji in a minute lol. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. -Jazz

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Since you've been a little girl, you always wanted to be a star. And you know the man sitting across from you is capable of helping you with that. "So," Toji asks, taking a drag of his cigarette, "you wanna be famous, huh?"

You sit across from him on one of the comfortable leather couches he put in his studio in one of your "low maintenance" outfits: a white bralette, bra free, a cropped zip-up hoodie, low-riding jeans tight on your ass, and your favorite pair of pink furry slippers, your French manicure peeking out from the openings.

"I thought I was already famous," you chuckle. You sit-cross legged on the couch, a red solo cup in your lap. You've only taken three sips since you've been here for over 20 minutes now. It is some concoction of tropical fruit punch and vodka that explodes on your tongue with its sweetness and tastiness.

Toji Fushiguro, a single father and the top music producer in the game, sits across from you in his chair that he likes to wheel himself around on. He is a huge guy, taller than you even sitting down, sitting with his jeans spread eagle in his gray sweats. You advert your eyes from it.

"Well, yeah, but famous-er," he retorts. "Way more popular than you are now. You're still an upcoming artist after all." He smiles with his dark eyes, his lips curling up into a light smirk that causes the faint scar on his lip to become a bit more noticeable.

He is joking with you, you know, but even the mention of still being upcoming makes you want to bash your head into a wall. Hence while you're here. "Don't remind me," you sigh, taking another sip of the drink Toji whipped up for you. "My manager is on my ass about getting another song out for the summer." You grin at the man sitting across from you. "That's where you come in."

Toji raises his pierced eyebrow at you, giving him a very attractive look. He is truly a handsome man. He can make even the black hoodie and sweats combo he is wearing look like designer with his sexy features, dark eyes, and muscular robust. If he wasn't a producer, he would make a killing as a model.

If you are to Google him, Toji Fushiguro would come up as a top producer worth millions gracing magazine covers, a five-time Grammy winner, and someone who has worked with the top singers and rappers in the industry right now, including Megan Thee Stallion, The Weeknd, Rihanna, and Sexy Redd.

Everything he touches turns to gold. You knew that he would be able to give you what you want...and need. Your manager has been breathing down your neck for a new hit to knock your first one out of the water, but so far, his efforts have been failing. Every producer he has called can't give you what you're looking for.

So you took matters into your own hands. You hit Toji up on Twitter on a whim, asking him to do a beat for you. He responded to you a day later, apologizing for his lateness and agreeing to meet up while he was in town. You felt giddy, excited for this chance to possibly gain more popularity and get closer to your goal.

Since you've been a child, you always wanted to be famous. Watching Beyoncé and Michael Jackson on your mom's TV, you knew that your dream was to get on a stage and perform. Make a million dollars. Tour the world. See the sights that your small-town parents never have.

So in your teens, you started doing YouTube videos where you'd dance and sing covers. Before the fresh age of twenty, you were discovered by a talent agent who flew you out to sunny California to audition for your manager's agency. He adored your pretty face, powerful vocals, and moves, deciding that you would be perfect.

A year later, you popped out with your first single 'Rev Your Engines' which was a mixture of bubblegum pop and hip hop that woke the industry and general public up. Everyone suddenly started noticing you in public and inviting you to award shows. You were performing on TV and gracing magazine covers.

The thrust into stardom was a weird and intense one, like taking too many drugs...yet like a drug, you can't get enough. You need more. More money. More fame. More recognition. And you know for a fact that Toji is capable of all of that. "Me?" he asks, acting shocked.

"Well, you are one of the top producers in the game," you giggle, taking another sip of the cocktail. "You'll be my secret weapon."

The producer's smirk grows, widening on his cheeks where two dimple piercing glitter back at you. "Oh, I know." You suck your teeth, rolling your eyes. "Nah, I'm fuckin' witchu," he cackles. "But seriously, with your vocals and my beats, any song we put out is sure to be a hit."

You laugh, giddy and slightly tipsy. "I like that energy!" you exclaim. "Mmm, and this drink! It's loosenin' me up." Plus the red glow coming from a lava lamp sitting next to you and the soft R&B music he has playing from his Alexa Orb in the corner of the room with your Hello Kitty duffle bag. The ambiance is very seductive.

You are the only one in the studio with Toji right now. You are sure there will be other people coming in soon despite the late hour. Despite this being the first time you and Toji are officially meeting each other, you don't mind other people interrupting your studio session. He is a very busy man after all.

Your eyes flutter closed as the vodka begins to talk, your head tilting back against the couch. Unbeknownst to you, Toji's eyes trail up your body, stopping short on your stomach where a belly button ring glitters at him. "Just how I need you," he murmurs. "'Specially for the song ya had in mind. What'd you say? Somethin' sexy for the hot girls?"

You open your eyes to give him a playful wink, unaware of the hidden meaning behind his hot gaze. "And the gays," you giggle, swishing your ice around in your cup. "I want somethin' that made the same noise as 'Rev Your Engine', but bigger. I got the lyrics for it here."

You take a final sip of your drink and leave it on a coaster before strutting over to your duffle to retrieve your songwriting journal. You don't feel the producer's eyes on your shapely, heart-shaped ass as it jiggles and bounces in your Region jeans.

"Oh?" Toji asks, interested. "Lemme see. I didn't know you wrote too." You hand your strawberry-printed journal over to him, rolling your eyes when he snickers at the cover. He turns the pages to your new song and begins to read.

Sweating slightly, you stand there in suspense, watching his smile fade and his eyes widen an inch. You feel your body flush with embarrassment and anticipation. You know that your lyrics are more risqué and, quite frankly, slutty here: talking about bouncing on it at the club so everyone sees; being put on a leash; teasing him and his friend through a FaceTime call so they come over and cum in you.

Your lyrics aren't THAT blunt, but they are very "on the nose". And you know Toji knows that as he continues to read, silent. "C'mon, don't keep me in suspense, Toji!" you whine, wanting to snatch the journal away. "What'd you think?"

He finally turns to you, his face playfully deadpan. "I think you're a fuckin' freak," he replies, deadass. "Damn, girl, what do you do behind the scenes when you're not on stage or red carpets?" He passes the journal back to you, his eyes aglow with mirth.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you playfully murmur. You go to take your journal back, but Toji holds onto it, his calloused fingers nearly touching yours. The playful glint in his eyes fades, replaced with something hotter. More...personal. "Yeah, I would."

And it doesn't sound like a joke. His tone is too raspy and too serious for that. Your smile fades and your body feels like it has been put in a sauna, the temperature in the room spiking into the nineties now. The air between you throbs with tension and something that should not be transpiring the more Toji stares you down, almost as if he is trying to get you out of your panties.

Ding!

The sound of Toji’s phone pinging in his pocket cuts through the tension and stops whatever was about to happen from happening….which it wasn’t.

Toji, looking irritated, digs his phone out and puffs on his cigarette as he reads the message. “Oh, that's my plug," he announces, breaking out into a toothy grin. "Stick around. I'll be right back. Go in the booth when you're ready."

You nod and cradle your journal to your chest before he gets up and leaves you alone in the studio to recuperate and calm yourself.

Other than being a renowned and talented producer, Toji is also a total playboy. A whore, if you will. Always has a different girlfriend or fuck buddy every month. A model or stripper on his arm. Always photographed coming out of a sneaky link’s crib or a hotel. He gets around.

You have no time for any of that. Men like him will get you in trouble...though dating him would definitely up your popularity and boost your publicity. But you want to be famous for your talent, not being a famous man's girlfriend or side piece. No matter how hot Toji is...or how could he smells...or how wet his eyes make you feel.

When he returns, you've put down your cup and ventured into the recording booth. He smiles at you from behind the plexiglass, jiggling a baggie of weed around. "Ya want some?" he asks. He looks perturbed when you shake your head. "What, you don't smoke? In this industry?"

You scoffingly laugh, taking the headphones hanging off the mic. "I don't wanna fuck up my throat." Toji raises an eyebrow at this, catching onto the unintended sexual connotation. "You know what I mean!" you exclaim.

"Weed doesn't do that, sweetheart," he chuckles, sitting down in his chair with his legs spread once again. "Just say you're scared! It's fine!" You give him the middle finger, your French tips each printed with a gem. You always loved a good, cute set.

"Ya may need some of this green to sing lyrics like those," he whistles, giving you a wink. "I thought 'WAP' was nasty, but this takes the cake. Is your dad okay with his pretty little pop star singin' dirty shit like this?" He gives you a humored smirk through the booth.

You give him a tense stare, earning a raucous laugh in reply to the shots fired at your manager. It is public knowledge that your manager is very strict about who you involve yourself with...if he knows who you involve yourself with. He will never know about your meeting with Toji until the song is finished.

"My manager is fine with it," you reply. "He wants a hit, so I'm giving it to him. Now turn me up."

When you put the headphones over your head and hear the first threads of the beat, you already know what you want and how you want to sound. The best part of being an artist is recording. You love losing yourself in the music, closing your eyes and taking yourself away to a place where there is nothing but your voice, the beat, and the feeling you feel while singing.

But with this particular song, it doesn't go that way. At first, you feel sensational. Sexy. Liberated. The vodka runs through you and Toji's laser vision on you make you sing the salacious lyrics with conviction and all the heart you have in your body.

But after a while, when Toji asks you to do different cuts and you pause to get your mind right, you start to feel that self doubt creep in. That thought that you look and sound stupid saying all of this shit. At some point during recording, you stop, the words dying in your throat and the vodka's magic wearing off.

Toji wrinkles in brows in confusion, cutting the music in your headphones. "Hey, what's up, doll?" he questions. "You good? You stopped right at the chorus."

You slide the headphones off your head, biting your lip. "I-I don't know," you lamely admit. "I'm sorta second-guessing these lyrics. Maybe you're right: they're too dirty."

But Toji scoffs, waving a passive hand at your negative talk. "Nah, nah, nah," he protests. "Don't fuckin' do that. Don't get in that head. You're an artist, Y/N, and this is what artists do."

"Yeah, but..." You stare off to the side, still chewing on your bottom lip. Maybe this isn't a good idea. What if you lose your fanbase? What if people start to see you as a sexy gimmick and not a true artist?

Seeing you battle with yourself, Toji crooks a finger at you. "Here, come on out here and let me help ya out." He then gets up and walks over to the mini fridge sitting by his fish tank filled with aquatic wonders sitting adjacent to the other couch on the other side of the room.

You do as he says, leaving the booth to sit back on the couch next to it. As you get comfortable, he pours you another cup of the fruity concoction that you've come to love. "Sip on your drink a little," he encourages. "The vodka will help you." He gives you an encouraging smile, silently telling you to drink it.

You take a long sip, letting the sweetness explode over your tastebuds. "Mmm," you pleasantly hum. He nods in agreement, clinking his red cup with yours. "See? Nice and sweet, like you." He takes a sip of his, licking the red residue from his plump top lip. You ignore the way his tongue glitters with a piercing.

He then gives you some space and takes a seat in the couch across from you where he begins rolling himself a blunt. Maybe it's the vodka creeping into your brain crevices, but suddenly, Toji's veiny, calloused, and inked hands are very attractive. They seduce you with every twist, bend, roll, and pinch that his fingers make as he sprinkles in some shavings of marijuana and prepares his blunt.

He is an expert at this, focused and highly intriguing the more you watch him. Especially when his pink, pierced tongue slides along the brown paper to close the blunt, successfully rolling it. He then takes his lighter out and fights it, the flickering flame illuminating his son's name tattooed on his right collarbone: Megumi.

His plump lips wrap around the blunt and he takes a puff, smoke billowing in the air like tiny ghosts. You feel hot suddenly, like your entire body is throbbing, and your veins itch with some weird anticipation. Is it the vodka? It's making you feel so reckless.

"Can I have a hit?" you softly ask. The producer raises a brow, smoke billowing out of his nostrils. He blows an O in the air, bringing your attention to his mouth. He smirks and saunters over to you with the blunt, telling Alexa to play his 'Hotbox Playlist' as he does.

The sound of a Giveon song enters the air as he takes a seat beside you, nearly dipping the cushions because of how big he is. "You ever done it before?" You shake your head, making him laugh. "Don't worry, doll, I've got you. Start off slow when you inhale."

He passes you the blunt, instructing you to hold it between your forefinger and thumb. Trembling with nerves, you slowly wrap your lips around the blunt and inhale, the end of the blunt glowing red like a firefly in the summer night sky.

As soon as the weed hits your lungs, you're coughing, your throat burning. Toji stifles a laugh. "Easy, easy, baby," he chuckles, patting you on the back. "I said take it slow. Try again."

You take another sip of your cocktail and do it again, being extra careful to not inhale so hard. This time, it is easier and when the weed hits, it hits big time. You feel a warmth in your lungs and your chest, causing you to press a hand against your beating heart. "Ooh," you sigh. "Wow."

Toji grins at you, nodding. "Uh-uh," he agrees. "It'll kick in soon. Wanna get back in the booth?"

You lazily nod, feeling good and as light as a feather. So you take your cup into the booth and do another cut of the song. This time, your vocals are slow and sensual. Your eyes flutter closed as the vodka and weed take over, making your body feel heavy and light at the same time.

As you sing, you focus on Toji and he focuses dead on you, barely taking his eyes off of your face and body. They trail over you like you're a dessert plate...and for some reason, you like that. You enjoy him watching. It makes your body throb more and your breath come out short.

Not to mention the wetness in your panties. When did that happen?

After your session, Toji gives you a thumbs up and you sway out of the booth, holding onto the wall for support. Maybe you need to back up off of the cup for a while. The vodka is obviously hitting you, but you can't remember the last time you felt so disoriented and aroused. Could it be the weed too? You only took two puffs!

"We got a good take," Toji says, giving you a smile that illuminates his handsome face. "You're a natural at this, doll." His gaze is full of so much admiration that it makes you flush. You shyly giggle, unaware that your hand resting on the chair is close to his forearm. "I learned from the best."

You're not quite sure what that means, but Toji doesn't question it. Instead, he takes another puff of his blunt and taps it into the ashtray sitting next to him. His smile widens, a secretive playfulness in it. "Now let's celebrate."

And so you do. You drink more and you watch Toji puff on his blunt, becoming more aroused by the way he forms those smoke Os and wondering what his tongue piercing feels like. At some point, when the edges of your vision become blurrier and your panties grow tighter, Toji pulls another bag out of his pocket.

He sits next to you on the couch, the smell of his cologne and body wash smelling like ocean waves engulfing your senses. You watch intently as he takes a magazine and sprinkles white powder onto it. He also whips out a $100 bill and a Black Card from his wallet, no doubt flashing his wealth at you.

You stare at the white substance, your fuzzy mind processing things slowly but processing nonetheless. Cocaine. Toji notices your perturbed expression and gently nudges you. "Don't be so scared, baby," he chuckles. "We're havin' a little party, ain't we? I'm sure you've done it with the girls at the club before."

You only did it once at an industry party and vowed to never do it again after waking up in someone else's bed with no recollection of how you got there. But when you see Toji begin to cut straight lines with his Black Card and roll up the dollar bill, you start to wonder.

When he bends down to snort a line, he grunts slightly and sniffles, leaning his head back with his eyes closed and his throat exposed. He swallows roughly, his Adam's Apple bobbing. Then the expression on his face softens and he shudders, a look of euphoria on his face. Now you really start to wonder just how it feels.

He slowly turns to you, his smile lazy. "Wanna try?" he asks, passing you the bill. The alcohol and weed fumes make you more susceptible and reckless. More willing to try anything. Everything sounds like a good idea now.

So you lean down, stick the dollar bill up your right nostril, close the left with your fingertips, and tentatively snort a line of the coke. You can only explain it as a rush of fire going up your nose, leaving you to only do half a line. You gasp and grunt at the pain, pinching your sinuses. "Easy, mama," Toji coos, stroking your hair. "It'll pass. Once it hits, it'll feel real good."

And it does. A warm feeling spreads throughout your body like you are washed in light and you feel tingly. Your heart beats like a hummingbird's wings and everything seems sharper. You break into a smile, giggling. A weird light glints in Toji's eyes. "Yeah, it's workin'," he chuckles.

You lean back against the couch, the ceiling spinning slightly. Your body throbs with heat, your skin feeling as if lava has replaced your blood. "Mmm," you hum uncomfortably, wriggling slightly in your hoodie. Toji leans back against the couch too, his head just inches from yours. "Hot?" he chortles. "Yeah, it'll do that."

His fingers pinch the zipper of your hoodie, not unzipping it but not moving either. "Why don't you take it off if you're hot?" he suggests. So you do, letting the tiny piece of clothing fall from your arms and reveal the hard nipples under your thin bralette.

Now your limbs itch to move. You need to stand. So you suddenly stand, damn near scaring Toji, and your favorite Kehlani song begins to play. You hum in delight and start to sway to the music.

"Feelin' good, baby?" Toji asks. His voice sounds far away yet so close at the same time.

"Mmm-hmm," you hum. "I love this song." You begin to wind your hips to the slow beat, envisioning yourself as a wave. As your hips begin to gyrate in a circle to the beat, Toji watches from his spot on the couch, wanting you to get out of more of your clothes. You stick your hands out for his, giggling. "Dance with me, Toji," you request.

Toji's slick, slightly-red eyes stare at your dainty, manicured hands before he gives in and stands. Your heart lurches at the sheer size and height of him looming over you, though you don't feel intimated. If anything, it is all a major turn on. He takes his hand in yours and begins to sway with you to the music, the two of you in your own little world hazed with weed smoke and booze.

He then snakes one muscular arm around your waist and uses the other to turn you around so you're facing away from him. You breathe sharply through your nose as he presses himself against you...or are you pressing back into him? Either way, suddenly, your ass is brushing against the undeniable stiffness of his hard-on in his sweats.

"Dance for me," he whispers to you. He then takes a seat again and watches you as you begin to wind your hips to the music, flipping your hair and staring him down so seductively that his hard-on twitches in his sweats. He is but a fan in your audience as you glide along the stage.

You then place a hand by his shoulder to grasp the couch and hook a leg over his thigh. Then the other. And suddenly, with one yank from his hands snaking up your hips, you are straddling him. "This could be the single cover right here," he murmurs, eyes roaming up your body.

You shake your head, humming "mm-mm" is disagreement. His brows wrinkle. "Why not?" he questions, his hands still snaking along your hips and up your spine. "You'd make a million on a single if ya did, just sayin'. Maybe even with less clothes."

You remember when you were first starting out that a photographer in charge of snapping photos of you for your press tour tried to pressure you into posing topless. You refused. But now, sitting here with Toji, feeling his hot muscles under your fingertips and his even hotter cock throbbing underneath you, you think that maybe you were mistaken.

"Really?" you softly ask. The producer crookedly smiles at you, making himself look even more dangerously attractive. "Hell yeah. You have a beautiful body, Y/N. The talent is just a plus."

His hands trail up to grasp your breasts in your bralette, his palms pressing against your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "I can see these goin' viral on IG already," he dreamily sighs. "Goddamn, you're perfect."

In the back of your head, you are fully aware that your producer is groping you and this situation is very inappropriate...but you also don't care. Caring isn't even in the room with you right now. "You sure this would make me go viral?" you giggle, but you secretly mean it. Your back arches, pushing your chest farther into Toji's hold. "Wanna find out?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

And so, Toji gets his phone out, the bright light of his camera washing over you, while you slip off your top. As you do, your pussy gushes in your panties and your nipples grow harder, hardening to peaks once the barrier of your top is gone.

You sit there on top of him, your heart accelerating and your blood pressure reaching the ceiling. Toji gapes at you, his large hands gently brushing your skin. "Shit," he swears. "Look at you, baby. The hottest girl ever."

He snaps a photo of you with your tits out, the flash making your eyes flutter and tear. One of his hands reaches out to gently fondle one of your pretty titties, the light touch making you tingle. "Toji," you whimper.

"Yeah?" he asks. "What is it, baby doll? You like posin' for me?" He takes another photo, this one catching the way your bottom lip catches between your teeth. Finally sick of taking photos, Toji tosses his phone asides and latches his lips to your neck.

You gasp as his soft lips latch onto your tender skin and throat, his inked hands groping your breasts, rolling and fondling them in his big palms. "W-We shouldn't...oh," you moan. You instinctively tilt your head back to allow more of his touch. His kiss. His everything. "What if someone comes in?" you weakly ask.

Toji looks up at you, giving you a rather irritated expression at the mention of a stranger interrupting your moment. "Nobody's comin', baby. It's 1 AM, plus I've got the key." He continues to kiss your neck, each one like a trail of fire licking across your skin. "Just relax for me. You'll love this."

"Toji," you mutter. "We shouldn't..." But your reasoning dies as soon as his tongue juts out to lick your neck and earlobe, his piercing cool against your hot, clammy skin. You moan again, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and neck, feeling his muscles underneath his hoodie.

He pulls away and gazes longingly at your tits in his hands, squeezing them gently. "Look at these tits," he groans. "So perfect. You can be a star with this body, baby." One of his hands snake down to your ass, creeping underneath your jeans to grasp your cheeks. Your moan is louder this time, leading Toji to swallow it with his mouth.

His lips are soft and taste of fruit punch, his tongue wetly sliding against yours. His kiss is just as addictive and dangerous as he is. You share moans and gasps as you continue to heatedly make out in Toji's studio, your body drawn to his like a moth to a flame. With every second of his lips locked with yours, you grow more impatient and aroused. Every part of you screams 'I am horny'.

As if sensing this, Toji wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, standing up with you in his arms. He then lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, his handsome face swallowing up your sight of the ceiling. His hands, quick and skillful, reach for the fly on your jeans. You don't stop him when he starts to unzip them.

"I can make you a star, y'know," he continues as he peels off your pants. "You don't have to worry. With me, I can make you big." Your pants slide down your legs, revealing the pink G-string you're wearing underneath.

Toji smirks at this, pinching the thin waistband of the thong between his fingers and pulling it back to snap against your skin. Once your pants are off of you, he goes back to sucking on your nipples while one hand sneaks down to rub your pussy through your thong. You gasp at his touch, his thick fingers rubbing circles around the wet spot of your panties. "Oh, Toji!" you whine. "F-Fuck!"

"So pretty," he murmurs against your tits. He nuzzles them. Inhales your scent. Presses kisses to your chest as his hand continues to move in semi-circles against your soddened panties, feeling how puffy your pussy lips are sticking to your thong.

"So wet for me," he sighs. "Guess that little pill I slipped in your drink kicked in."

Suddenly, the world tilts on is axis and everything feels sharper now. You gaze down at him, confused and alarmed. "W-What?" you gasp.

He slipped you something? When? How? Why? Is that why you're feeling so weird?

Toji tilts his chin up to heavily kiss you, his stubble rubbing against your cheek. "Relax, doll. It's just an aphrodisiac." He smirks against your open mouth as you moan in his face, his fingers slipping between your slit. "Somethin' to get this body ready...somethin' make this little pussy wet for me."

He tears himself away from your tits, opting instead to be between your thighs. With his hands around your ankles, he yanks you down the couch so your legs are hanging off of the couch and he is kneeling between them. You watch helplessly as he drags your wet thong down your creamy, soft legs and places the tiny, soaked panties in his back pocket.

His eyes, laced with weed and lust, stare into yours, illuminating by the red glow of the lava lamp. "Just do what I want and I'll make you the brightest star in this fuckin' world," he softly growls. "Now open up for me."

You have no choice in the matter anymore once he is diving between your thighs and pressing them apart with his strong hands to get better access to you. Toji Munch Fushiguro should be his new government name because the man knows a thing or two about eating pussy.

"Toji!" you gasp, your hands grasping his black hair. "Oh, fuck! Oh, my God, yes!" You can't keep quiet as his tongue slithers inside of your wet hole, his pillowy-soft lips sucking on your puffy pussy lips drenched in your juices and his spit.

Speaking of spit, he likes to do that. He pauses a few times from tongue fucking you to spit copious amounts of saliva onto your pussy, letting it drip down your asscrack, and slurping it back up, making your throbbing clit hum and sing with pleasure.

You have never been eaten out in such a possessive, dominating, and eager way. His mouth is like Heaven and Hell mixed into one, each stroke of his tongue sending you further down the rabbit hole like little Alice. As he eats, you grip your titties, tweaking your nipples and fondling them in an effort to give yourself more stimulation.

"Oh, Toji, please," you whimper. "Please make me cum."

Your cute moans seem to awaken something in Toji because suddenly, he is roughly yanking you up and scooping you up into his arms. You gasp, wrapping your arms and legs around him. "You wanna cum, slutty girl?" he murmurs against your mouth. "Fine...I'll make ya cum."

You can only squeal when he kneels down with you hooks his hands under your ass to press your pussy against his face. You stay as still as a statue when he walks over to the nearest wall and presses you against it, still slurping your pussy like a starving man.

"Oh, fuck!" you moan, tossing your head back against the wall. You grasp his scalp, pushing him farther into your gushing cunt, your feet dangling off of his shoulders. "Fuck, Daddy, yes!" The name just slips out of you the tighter Toji holds you, the power in his fingertips making you gush and pour more honey into his mouth.

"I'm gonna cum!" you whine, your voice bouncing off of the studio walls. "Please, Daddy, make me cum!" Toji hums agreeably into your pussy, his licking growing more vigorous and eager, wanting you to cum all over his face.

And with a loud moan that could break glass, you finally come undone in his arms, your pussy quivering and shaking around his mouth. It could just be the cocaine paired with Toji's mouth, but it is an intense orgasm that leaves you shaking and your head fuzzy, not a single coherent thought in it.

When you finally come down from your orgasmic high, Toji carefully places you down on the couch and unwinds your jelly-like legs from his shoulders. He stares at you, his chin slick with your cum and his lips dripping in it. "That felt good, right?" he coos. He licks away your honey, keeping his eyes locked on you.

Slowly, you nod, still at a loss for words. His big hand shoots out to grip your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him. "Say thank you," he growls. You roughly swallow, doing your best to please him despite your mental being so fucked up. "T-Thank you, Daddy," you stammer.

Toji smirks, pressing a chaste, wet kiss to your lips. "Mmm, good girl. You listen so well."

Yes, you are a good girl. And as a good girl, you know you need more. So when you see Toji's hard cock outlined by his sweats twitching and throbbing, you crawl to him. He watches in awe as you press your cheek against his dick print and begin nuzzling it, your eyes fluttered closed.

"Watchu want?" he chuckles. "You want this here?" He takes a handful of his cock, gnawing on his bottom lip. You slowly nod, oozing wetness from your pussy that throbs insistently despite your recent orgasm. "Then come and get it," he demands. "Take my cock out if you want it, doll."

He watches you slink forward, your back arched and pretty ass tooted in the air for him. You eagerly untie his sweats, delighted to find that he isn't wearing underwear, and pull them down to reveal the long, hard, thick, throbbing, veiny cock dangling between his muscular thighs sinewy with hair.

You ogle at his hard dick and his lickable happy trail as he strips his hoodie off, revealing his tattoos and broad chest littered in black chest hair. You salivate at all of him, but especially his cock. The desire to feel it stretch out your mouth and throat fills you with a buzz.

"Nice, right?" he chuckles, a cocky smile on his face. "Needs a little bump though." He takes the baggie of coke off the coffee table and you watch, entranced, as he sprinkles some white powder onto his shaft.

Now you cannot hide your hunger anymore. Greedily, you wrap a hand around the base and take a lick of his cock, licking up the coke in the process. Toji moans at the sight, tilting his head back as you slurp up his pre-cum bubbling from his tip, moaning as you do. The coke sinks into your tastebuds and gums, giving you a zing that hits in a way the first line didn't. You feel alive, like you can walk on the moon.

It gives you the urge to swallow every inch of Toji's cock, taking him deep into your wet mouth and sloppily sucking on him. White residue from the coke sticks to your nose and the corners of your spit-covered lips as you greedily suck, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down, up and down, your throat sliding around him.

"Ngh," he grunts, squeezing his eyes tight. "Fuck, that's fuckin' hot!" His face is flushed red, his Adam's Apple bobbing roughly as your throat flexes around him. "Go 'head, baby girl. Take me in that throat and suck me good."

Feening from the encouragement and praise, you wrap two hands around the base and suck what you can, sliding your sloppy, wet, tight throat around Toji's cock. As you do, a blinding light washes over you as Toji watches you from his phone, the camera shining on you.

"Thaaaat's my little star," he encourages, staring at you through the lense of his phone. "My good lil' cock slut. You take dick as good as you sing, baby girl."

His hand wraps around the back of your head and he pushes you deeper onto it, causing you to sightly gag as his bulbous tip brushes against the back of your throat. He begins to fuck your face, ruining your makeup and your throat, grunting as he does so. Your head feels fuzzy and dizzy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he uses your mouth like a toy.

A buzz, indeed. Especially the way the man attached to the delicious dick in your mouth talks to you. "Such a pretty little bitch I've got," Toji murmurs. "You love this shit, don't you, slut?" His words are degrading and nasty, but his voice is sugary sweet, sending shivers down your spine.

You try to speak around his cock, but he stops you by pushing deeper, filling your nostrils with the scent of him. He is pressed flush against you, his heavy balls pressed against your chin. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he grunts. "Just keep suckin'. I want the perfect angle of you."

He turns his phone horizontal so he records in landscape. Your eyes, glassy with tears, stare up into his phone. “And don't worry; nobody's seein' this but me." He gives you a smirk riddled in sin and red-hot lust as he continues to fuck your throat off its hinges.

You have no choice but to sit on your knees and take it, breathing through your nose and letting spit drip from your chin down your tits, much to Toji's satisfaction. You place your hands on his hips, indulging in his firm ass and thighs as he thrusts into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your tight-as-a-vice throat.

He then pulls away, dragging his cock out of your mouth and letting the saliva string stretch from his tip to your lips. “Open your mouth.” His tone is firm, serious. You do as you're told, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out.

He leans towards you, tilting your face up by your hair, and spits a wad of saliva into your mouth. “Now put it back on my cock." You do just that, going back to sucking him dry as his spit drips from your mouth onto his shaft, drizzling down his balls. “Yeah, slurp it up, baby,” he groans. “Such a good fuckin’ girl!"

He watches you with an expression close to anguish as if he can't take the sight of you gagging on his dick. As he begins to throb and swell in your mouth, a guttural sound escapes him as if he is resisting. “No,” he growls. “If I’m gonna cum, I need to fuck you first.”

So he pulls out of your mouth and taps the wet tip against your lips, putting his phone away. “Do you want me to fill that pussy up, doll?” You feel your body tingle with excitement and need, the desire to be fucked, filled, and ruined taking over. “Yes,” you whisper.

A light flickers in Toji's eyes, exciting you further. “Then grab onto me.” You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing him to scoop you up so your legs dangle from his waist. He sticks his tongue in your mouth, sloppily kissing you as he walks you over to the control panel.

He plops you down on the edge of the panel, accidentally switching the 'ON' button for recording. Neither of you notice, even as Toji's voice echos throughout the studio as he speaks. “Up ya go,” he chuckles. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

He slides his tip down to your pussy, gently prying your lips apart and swirling it around in your juices. You softly gasp as he nudges your clit, sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. “Toji,” you whimper. “Fuck me please.”

Between the way your eyes grow slick with unshed tears, your cute little French tips dig into his shoulders, and your simpering begging, Toji is helpless to resist you. He sticks his mouth to yours as he slides himself home inside of you, causing you both to gasp at the new sensations.

Sex off cocaine, vodka, and aphrodisiac pills is something you have never experienced before. There is nothing quite like it.

Toji must feel it too because his entire body is tense as if he can't take the pleasure. "Fuck, you're tight, baby," he grunts. "And so wet." He begins to thrust, rough and unrelenting, each word punctuated by a stroke that makes you gasp and your thighs shake.

"Such. A good. Fuckin'. Girl for me," Toji groans, driving his cock into you again and again. Your mouth falls agape on each moan and gasp that rattles your bones and drags unnatural sounds from you, each stroke of his cock taking you to a world far beyond this one (plus the cocaine helps).

Toji grabs your chin, mushing your cheeks together. "Say it!" he demands. "Say you're my good fuckin' girl!" He thrusts a little harder, making your pussy throb and tighten around his merciful cock.

"I'm your good fuckin' girl!" you sob, gripping him for dear life. Your feet dangle from his waist, your body wrapped around him like a koala bear as he fucks you dumb. "Yeah?" he chuckles. "You love this? You love bein' my little slut?"

Your desperate moans answer for him. Your head lulls against his shoulder, each thrust exhausting you. It is too much. Too intense. The sheer ecstasy is almost agonizing. "Such a tease," he growls. "Always teasin' me with this fuckin' body. I've been wanting you for so long, baby."

He leans you back against the buttons on the control panel, giving him a good view of your body. He fondles one of your tits as he fucks you, his eyes lecherously sliding across every curve of your frame. "Toji," you whine. "Harder."

The producer chuckles, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Harder?" he parrots. "You've got it, babydoll. You know why?" He begins to drive his hips harder against you, the sound of his thighs slapping against yours permeating the air. "'Cause you're mine now," he moans. "You're my little pop girl and I'm gonna give you everything you want and more."

And with every thrust, he does. He sends you on a rocket trip than you don't want to get off. You see stars as he fucks you, knocking all common sense and reason out of your pretty brain. You begin to deliriously smile as you moan, your pussy squelching lewdly around his cock. You love being his little slut. His little dancer. His whatever he wants you to be.

"C'mere," he demands in his deep, sultry voice. You sit up for him, eagerly staring at him as he you wait for his next request. "Tilt your head up." You do so and he leans forward, open his pretty lips for you...and drooling a string of spit into your mouth. "Give it back to me," he sultrily orders.

Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, you grip him to you as you sloppily kiss him, serving his saliva back to him as you kiss. You begin to suck on his big, fat tongue, moaning wantonly as his cock massages your pussy walls.

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, leaving nothing to the imagination, especially when you start to get close. Your body crackles with fire, your core tightening like a balloon filled with too much air. "T-Toji," you whimper, your toes curling against his ass. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum again!"

Toji frantically nods, slowing his pistoning thrusts down to slow, deep strokes. "I can feel it," he hisses. But then he stops and slowly pulls away, moaning at the sight of his cock slick and shiny with your juices. You gape at him, confused and desperate.

Why the fuck did he stop?

But the heated look in his eyes stops you short. "Turn around and bend over." He doesn't look like he's up for any protests. Though your legs feel like jelly, you slide off of the control panel and whisk yourself around, bracing yourself against the panel for more.

And Toji gives you so much more when he taps his cock against your pussy and glides in again, causing you to gasp. He is so much deeper in this position, his balls gliding against your clit as he begins to give you shallow thrusts. Pressing his lips to your ear, he nibbles on the lobe, sending you careening deeper into bliss.

"I'm gonna fuck this pussy until you cum all over me," he whispers. "And then you're gonna lick all of it off me when I'm done."

As you shudder, he grips your hips and begins to piston into you, pulling in and out, in and out, stroking your walls and stimulating your clit with his balls slapping against them every second. Your eyes roll back and your mouth lewdly hangs open as Toji fucks your pussy like it is his, drawing his throbbing cock into you with every intention of making you cum.

With every thrust, your ass bounces into his pelvis, creating a symphony of slapping sounds that mix with the music playing from Toji's playlist. You feel one of his big hands paw at one of your cheeks, roughly groping your behind. "Look at this fuckin' ass," he growls. "You drive me crazy, you little slut."

SPANK!

SPANK!

You moan at each harsh spank, his calloused hand causing your asscheeks to catch fire. "Nice little tattoo of my name would look good here," he chuckles, sliding his finger along the top of your ass. "Then you'd really be mine. Nobody could touch you but me."

His hand wraps around your throat, nice and tight, slightly restricting your airways and making you feel lightheaded. It makes his thrusts feel that more intense; that more good. Your mind is totally blank. You are thinking of nothing but the pleasure and the way your pussy feels being filled up and pounded senseless.

You are not a singer. You are not a dancer. You are not a star. All you are right now is Toji Fushiguro's slut and you are totally okay with that.

You can feel yourself tensing up as your core tightens, causing your moans to grow louder and your grip on the panel to get tighter. Toji's thrusts get faster and rougher, nearly causing you to fall into the panel and accidentally press buttons that you shouldn't.

His tongue licks at your earlobe, his piercing cool against your hot skin. "Just a little more, sugar," he groans into your ear. "Take a little more. C'mon, you've been doin' so well takin' this dick so far."

You whine in response, your pussy squelching and quivering with need. "Daddy, please!" you beg. "I'm gonna cum! I-I can't...can't..." Your body begins to give out on you, your limbs turning to mush. Toji wraps an arm around your waist and grips you to him, his other hand still tight around your neck as he draws himself into your cunt.

"You'd better cum for me now then," he demands, his voice rough and raspy. It makes you peak that much higher. "Cum for me, baby doll. Cum all around that fuckin' cock. Give it all to me."

And you do. With his voice in your ear and his tight, possessive grip on you, your moans and whines grow louder as that invisible string gets tighter and tighter...until it snaps. "Oh, sh-sh-shit!" you shudderingly whine, cumming all around Toji's cock.

This orgasm is just as intense as the first one. It leaves you shaking in Toji's arms, especially when he keeps thrusting into you so roughly. Your pussy has no choice but to continue cumming, all of your cream leaking out down Toji's shaft and your inner thighs. You start to feel the aftershocks like you're standing in the middle of an earthquake, your body shuddering and jerking through your orgasm.

This triggers Toji because he roughly bends you over so your ass is sticking out and proceeds to pummel your pussy as if you are a toy. A fleshlight. Nothing but something for his pleasure.

You grip the control panel for dear life, gasping as he draws himself into you, pounding into your hole over and over again. Your eyes weakly tilt up to look in the booth glass, watching Toji's jaw tighten and his muscles tense, each vein in his neck popping with restraint and concentration.

Finally, he stills, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. You feel his cock swell inside of you, warning you of his orgasm. Quickly, he pulls out and begins to furiously stroke his cock, his grunts and wet sounds the only things loud enough for you to hear through the blood pounding in your head.

"Fuck!" he bellows as a stream of cum escapes his cock and slaps across your ass. Strings of swears and moans drip from his lips as he sprays your ass with spunk, the warm, wet droplets making you gasp as they hit your skin.

With a sigh, Toji slightly stumbles away, whistling to himself. "Hold up," he tells you. You do so, making no effort to move. Your limbs are too tired and you feel the high from the coke and the pill he slipped you start to wear off. You just feel tired and used. You need a hot shower.

Click!

You blink at the flash of light from Toji's phone as he snaps a pic of you bent over naked with his cum coating your ass. "Such a dirty little girl," he sighs, giving your ass a feeble grab. "You'll look so good on my lock screen."

You say nothing in response. You know that tomorrow you won't even remember this night.

Toji sighs, taking a seat in his chair and scooping you up to sit in his lap. Your sweaty bodies press against one another, sharing in your lost highs and exhaustion. He suddenly laughs, his chest rumbling under your ear. "Oh, look, doll," he chuckles.

You weakly turn your head to where he points, blinking tiredly at the red light on the recording button. 'ON', it says to you. Toji smirks down at you, his hand possessively gripping your ass as he snuggles you in his lap. "We got a hit on our hands."

THE END.

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Can I Keep You Touch It? (Eren x Geto x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Rapper!Eren Yeager x Stripper!Reader x CEO!Geto Suguru

Synopsis: You’ve been working at a high-end strip club for a couple years now and have quickly racked up popularity among the high rollers for your confidence, moves, looks, and wicked ways of getting to their pockets. But when you find yourself caught between two wealthy and sexy men in particular who have interested you (mostly because of the strange butterflies they give you), you will have to ask yourself if the money is worthy giving up on something special when they ask you to choose between them.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), Pole Dancing, Lap Dance, Strip Tease, Love Triangle, Reader Is A Gold Digger, Possessive MDom!Eren + Possessive MDom!Geto x fsub!Reader, Exhibitionism, Public/VIP Room Sex, Threesome, Doggystyle, Cowgirl, Slutification, Degradation/Praise, Dual Blowjob, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Spanking, CMNF (briefly), Finger Sucking, Aftercare, Poly Love

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 little idea in my head for a minute now & I'm still on my Eren hyper fixation lol. He's so fun to write about! I hope y'all enjoy! -Jazz

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It was another weekend working in the club tonight...or so you thought when you first walked in.

Until you caught the whiff of his cologne: wealthy and sweet, like him.

You smelled it the minute you were doing your rounds on the floor before you were ordered to one of the VIP rooms or put on stage for one of your routines. It seemed lately that your boss has been putting you on stage more and more...probably because he knows you bring in the big ballers.

Everybody knows it, including you. It isn't just the fullness of your titties or the way they bounce in your itty bitty bikini tops or bodysuits. It isn't just the way your ass bounces and moves like Jell-O, transfixing anyone who watches. It isn't just your smooth skin or pretty face or sultry eyes.

It is your confidence. The way you present yourself. How you walk and talk when you enter the domaine of the strip club night after night. And how you're able to drain a man out of his last dollar with just some sweet talk and the promise of your number.

He is here tonight. Again. For you.

Hopefully.

You see him walk in, carrying the same confidence that got you before. It is a quiet yet intense aura that makes your body tingle and your stomach flip. You suppose that is what has gotten him such a devoted fanbase other than his raspy tones on his music.

As soon as he steps into the room, all eyes are on him. He has captured others' attention. Clients and strippers alike eye him down, some with excitement and others with lust. It isn't every day that one sees a celebrity wander into the same place as them.

Eren Yeager, popular rapper/singer/dancer/songwriter, is the "IT boy", one could say. He used to be in a K/JPOP group before he went solo three years ago and since then, he has been on every billboard, magazine, and woman's shirt known to man. You've listened to his music before you met him, so you know his appeal. You can't deny that you've gotten butterflies hearing him switch from English to Japanese to Korean in his songs, flexing his bilingual talent.

It also helps that the man is fine as fuck. Tonight, he wears $1,1000 Balenciaga sneakers that he has paired with jeans, a silver chain, rings on his fingers, and a white tee that shows the outline of his pecs and forearms soooo nicely. He has put his long, black hair up in a bun tonight. When you met, it was down at his shoulders.

His tattoos are prominent and enchanting, roping up and down his toned arms. His piercings-one etched into his brow, a couple in his ears, one in his bottom lip-glisten in the dim violet lights above, giving him a very dangerous look that has gotten you wet many times before.

His intense grey eyes scan the room, searching. Maybe for you? You hope so. You were hoping he would come tonight. He said he was coming home from a press run overseas in London today, but had time tonight. "I'm never too busy for you," he said to you over the phone. "You know that." You never admitted to yourself how much that made your stomach flutter.

You stand at the bar in your bedazzled red bra that holds your titties up and in, your mini skirt with just a sliver of your ass poking out, and your gold heels that you swear bring you good luck. You're well aware that you're getting stares as you usually do, even when you're just standing around waiting for your drink.

It is the price of being beautiful, you suppose. You know you tend to attract eyes with your glossy hair, creamy skin, intense eyes, and thick thighs. Not to mention your walk and your moves when you dance. You take pride in your job, whether some think it's dirty or not. You're just making a buck.

You turn away from looking at the tattooed, pierced-up stud, not wanting him to see you watching him first. That is what happened the first time you met: you eyed him down and he noticed. But now? You want him to eye you down instead.

Your bestie and favorite bartender Yuki comes wandering over in her six-inch heels and a secretive smile on her face. She leans over to talk to you, keeping her voice down to avoid any patrons hearing. The club is packed tonight.

"He's here again, you know," she whispers. You raise an eyebrow at her and she nods at the rapper. You don't turn around to see if he has left the entrance and is heading towards you. "What'd you do to him?" she giggles.

"Watchu mean?" you chuckle. "I didn't do nothin' but get him hooked on this body." You run a hand down your physique, smiling cockily. Yuki rolls her eyes, but giggles, pausing to assist a client with another shot of brown liquor.

You then turn to look over your shoulder at Eren and finally, your eyes lock. It is as if the entire room vanishes, leaving only you two in the room. He smiles, and it aches. It is a happy, adoring smile that means he is happy to see you. And dammit, you're happy to see him too.

You abruptly turn back around to face Yuki, your heart pounding wildly. She gives you a smile, but you can tell she is worried. She taps one of her glossy, burgundy nails against your chin. "You know what the boss says about makin' personal relationships with the clients."

You roll your eyes. You don't want to hear anything about those stupid ass rules. "Please," you scoff, waving your bejeweled acrylic nails. "He only says that he doesn't want baby mama drama if one of the girls wind up pregnant by one of 'em. That won't be me."

You give Yuki a smirk over the bar and tease a lock of her blonde hair. "I'm just gettin' to the bag," you snicker. "Like I always do." But even when you say that, you can feel the twinge of guilt in your gut. You've been "talking" to Eren for over a month now. A month of nonstop chatting, flirting, and teasing.

You will admit that the minute you saw Eren, you saw dollar signs. But how else can you see men when they walk through the doors of the club? You make your living dancing on a pole! Of course, you're going to try to squeeze these guys out of their checks to pay your bills!

So when you saw Eren, you saw an opportunity. You figured he'd eventually get tired of you and cut your strings loose soon, especially since you haven't let him hit yet. All men are like that, you have learned...all men who come to the club, that is. 'But maybe Eren is different,' a little voice in your head argues. You push it away.

"Just be careful, Y/N," Yuki worriedly says. "He's hot, but he doesn't seem like he likes to share. What if one day, he swoops you up out of here and we never see you again?" You just laugh, tittering at her. "That would be my happy ending," you giggle. "Now gimme a shot."

Yuki still looks concerned, but pours you a shot of your favorite tequila. You down it and suck on a lime before you have the courage to stand and properly greet Eren, but to your surprise, he is gone. You begin to slowly strut away from the bar, searching for him among the lights and people.

You then feel a hand gently grasp yours. You turn, prepared to bark at the non-consenting touch, but your prepared lecture is stunted by Eren's pretty face and eyes. "So you just gonna walk around like you ain't see me?" He cocks his head to the side, acting mock offended. "What's up witchu?"

You crack a smile, trying hard to swallow your butterflies at being so close to him. "What's up witchu?" you playfully shoot back. "I was gettin' to you, but I have my rounds too. Nice to see you again, Eren."

His smile is so infectious, it's annoying. "You too, Princess." He way he says your stripper name is close to dirty talk to your ears. "Actually, since we're on the subject of names, when are you gonna tell me yours?"

There are two things that you don't do with clients: tell them your birth name or fall in love. Both make things too messy, especially when money is involved. They are the two rules you follow always, no matter how tempted you are to break them for Eren. "A lady doesn't draw all her cards at once," you giggle, flipping your hair back. "Don't you think the mystery is sexy? So what brings you back here again tonight?"

Eren passively shrugs, acting nonchalant. "I dunno, the mystery is kinda sexy." You roll your eyes at his quip, earning a very sexy laugh in return. "I just got back from my London trip and figured I'd drop in to see you."

He shoves a hand in his pocket, suddenly looking sheepish. "I...missed you," he confesses. "Those texts only did so much." You ignore the way your heart flutters at his confession. "Well, I hope the videos helped," you purr, referring to the very lewd videos you sent him after too much wine.

Eren's eyes light up at the mention of them. "Thank God I'm back so I can get the physical thing," he softly growls, snapping back the red nylon of your stockings. "Oh, and before I forget..." He pauses, digs into his pocket, and presents you with a small wrapped box.

Your heart shoots into your throat. "What's this?" you curiously ask. He smirks at you. "A bomb. Open it and find out, silly girl." You do as ordered and melt at the sight of the little Hello Kitty figurine dressed in a Queen's Guard uniform with the funny hat staring back at you.

Eren blushes, somehow looking hotter. "It ain't much, but I remember you sayin' how much you love Hello Kitty and I saw this in a window."

You stare at the gift for longer than necessary, gobsmacked. No client has ever given you a gift before besides an extra tip or the usual, unwanted dick pics. "Thank you, Eren," you whisper. You saunter up to him, watching his proud smile fade as he gets a good look at you.

You place a hand on his shoulder and lean in to whisper in his ear. "Wait for me in the back. Call for me in about fifteen." You pull away to see the hot, unwavering look in his eyes, making you melt in your skirt and stockings. He makes you drip even more when he suddenly leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "I'll be waitin' for you," he whispers.

Before you can even utter a single breath, he walks off, heading towards the VIP rooms where he always goes to be alone with you. After taking a moment to get yourself together, you tell Yuki to hide your present in your locker (after telling her to shut up with all of that excited squealing) and start to make your rounds.

But again, you're stopped by a hand grabbing yours. You yank your hand away and turn around to fuss at the patron. The nerve of these men! "Whoa!" you yell, about to rip into this stranger's asshole. "Hands off the merchandise, mother..."

Your tongue lashing dies down when you get a look at the tall, dark, and handsome stud standing before you in his long-sleeve top that hugs his toned upper torso and big forearms the way you'd like to and sweats. Definitely not the ideal outfit for a CEO. He has his hair down tonight, each glossy, raven-colored lock cascading down his broad shoulders, covering his gage piercings.

He, too, has piercings-silver snakebites in his bottom lip, one in his eyebrow, and the other embedded in his tongue. You've seen it many times before. All of that somehow fits his handsome face, sharp cheekbones, and violet eyes so increasingly well.

Oh, shit. He's here too. Another one of your "tricks" in your stable that you've been chatting up for a month: Geto Suguru, owner of his own popular clothing company. Hot, wealthy, and generous with his money. Just your type. Just like Eren.

"I'm sorry, hon," he says, sounding genuine. "I didn't realize you didn't like my touch anymore." You feel yourself trembling at the sound of his silky, deep voice and the sweet scent of vanilla on his skin. "Shit, Geto," you sigh. "Sorry, I thought you were-"

"Some drunk bum sittin' by the bar waitin' for a dance?" he chuckles. "No worries. Though if I looked like you, I'd definitely have dudes pay to touch me too." He gives you a smile that is blinding and painful for you. It is one filled with joy to see you. "How are you tonight, love?" he asks.

You swallow, doing your best to relax. "G-Good...now. What brings you here tonight?" You weren't expecting both of these men to be here tonight. They usually aren't in the same place at the same time. And then you tell yourself to stop being a dumb bitch. You aren't dating either one of these guys, so why do you feel so nervous and guilty?

Geto shrugs his broad shoulders, the collar of his shirt low enough to see the koi fish neck tattoo he is sporting. "Oh, y'know: the expensive drinks, the stimulating music, and the appealing skin shows." That's another thing you like about Geto: his humor. He has the same dry, Dad humor that you do that makes you giggle whenever you're giving him lap dances.

"Of course, you know I'm fuckin' with you," he chuckles, cracking another gorgeous smile. "Of course, you know I'm here for you."

"Oh, you are?" you flirtatiously ask. He nods, his violet eyes glistening with mirth and interest in the lights. "Mmm-hmm. After all, you promised me a dance and a date the last time I was here."

"I did?" you ask. And then your brain backtracks to a week ago when Geto visited and you threw back too many chocolate vodka shots so you were hot in the mouth. "I did," you realize.

Noticing your reaction, Geto frowns. "Guess you can't do the date yet?" he gently asks. He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, burning you down to the bone. "Hey, don't worry about it. You will when you're ready, okay?"

That is another thing you unfortunately like about Geto: his sweetness. He is by far the sweetest, most considerate man you've ever met. You feel so horrible for leading him on the way you are. He has been asking for a date for a longest time, but it is always an excuse. Just like with Eren.

"I just don't know when I'm gonna get off tonight," you lamely explain. He nods, but you both know that he knows you're bullshitting. "But I can give you a dance," you offer, giving him a smile. "You'll just have to wait a bit though."

Instantly, storm clouds cloud his eyes and he scowls. He and Eren both aren't too keen on sharing you and you can't imagine how they would feel knowing that one is in front of the other for a dance. "Why? You got somebody before me?"

You nervously twirl the end of your hair, thinking things over. "W-Well..." You stop, getting an idea. A very bad idea. "Actually, come with me real quick." You take Geto's hand in yours and you ignore how much bigger in size it is compared to yours as you weave through the club to the VIP rooms.

The VIP rooms are by far the nicest rooms in the club with their comfy furniture, mini bars, private showers, and soundproof walls. Eren is currently chilling in the one you and Geto enter, sitting on a couch facing a stripper pole attached to the wall and trailing to the floor.

He instantly looks up when he hears your heels clicking across the floor and tosses his phone aside. "Hey, you," he says, adoration in his voice. "I thought you'd forgotten about me and went off to..." He trails off as his eyes flick to Geto. Confusion and irritation registers across his face. "Who the fuck are you?" he asks, venom in his tone.

Geto barely looks intimidated. "Who the fuck are you?" he asks, unbothered.

You clear your throat, closing the door behind you. "Um, Suguru, this is Eren. Eren, this is Suguru. Tonight, you're both my clients and I'm caught in a bind, so y'all are gonna have to share me for a few minutes." Eren scowls in confusion. "A few minutes? You don't got an hour?"

"I have other duties, Eren," you slightly giggle. "Fuck that. Your boss knows I got the money to pay for an hour." The CEO slips his wallet out, giving you a smile that pisses Eren off. "So do I," Geto replies. "For two hours, actually."

You stare wide-eyed at the wallet where a golden American Express card glistens at you. Two hours?! This man definitely came here with an agenda. But so did Eren. Obviously looking for a challenge, he pulls a wad of crisp bills out of his pocket, a Black Card wrapped up in the dollars. You never thought you could get so wet over money before...but maybe that's just because of the men holding it.

You place your hands on your hips like a fed-up mom, popping up your hip as you glare at them. "Well, this as good as you two are gonna get right now, so please...no fighting."

The two men are still staring each other down, both looking like they want the other to disappear. "Do y'all want a dance or not?" you huff. After another silent stare down, they finally break and give in to your conditions. "Fine," they both sigh.

You smile, pleased. "Good boys. Now relax and let me some drinks." You aware hyper-aware of the two studs ogling your ass as you strut to the mini bar to whip them up some vodka tonics, the only drink you know how to make.

As the two get comfortable on either side of the couch, Eren whips out his pre-rolled blunts like he usually does. As he flicks open the lighter, letting the blunt hang between his lips, Geto curiously eyes him. "Y'know, you do look familiar," he says. Eren raises a brow, confused. "Yeah, I've seen you in here before. With her."

He nods at you across the way. You puts around pouring the drinks, pretending that you don't hear them. You also sip a bit more than you pour, needing the liquid confidence. You can feel yourself becoming nervous. You look up to examine them from afar as if you're on a safari and you're about to witness two male lions go at it for their prey.

"Yeah," Eren deadpans. "Where else would I be? And I'm guessin' you're here for the same reason?"

Geto acts as if he didn't hear the previous quip from the hot-headed rapper. "Depends," he replies, tossing an arm behind the couch and placing an ankle on his opposite knee. "I'm not one for competing in challenges that I'll win, but I like friendly competitions here an' there."

Silence descends upon you and the tension is so thick that you could cut the bitch with a chainsaw. You strut back over with their drinks, carefully eyeing the two men. "You two gettin' along?" you ask, raising a sharp brow. They silently nod though they look anything but happy. "Good!" you giggle.

You hand them their drinks and proceed to move to the music playing. It is Brent Faiyaz from what you can hear thumping through the walls. "Now stop bitchin' and look here," you order. Like two dogs hearing Pavlov's bell, the two studs abruptly sit up at the change in your tone and the sight of your body. "Yes, ma'am," they both reply in unison.

You smile, relishing in their interested, lustful stares at your body as you sway and gyrate your hips, grasping the pole beside you. You flip your hair, do the "left cheek, right cheek" twerk that they seem to like so much, and do your whole sexy shtick, keeping eye contact the entire time.

It is easy for you to follow the beat depending on what is playing. Mostly because you love dancing. You love to feel the cool metal of the pole and feel your feet in the air as you swing, spin, and twirl on the stripper pole. You lose yourself in your movements and the feeling you get from being watched by the two studs.

They can't get enough of you, their lids becoming hooded as they watch the show before them. It may also be the vodka and the weed curiosity of Eren's blunt, but you can see the lust quickly filling their irises.

By the time you finish working the pole, you're out of breath and shining in sweat. The body oil you wear makes you shimmer as if you're a Goddess blessing the two humans sitting before you. "You both paid for a lap dance, right?" you ask. "Then you get two minutes each."

The two don't argue with your statement, both looking ready to snatch you up at any point. You choose to do Eren first. As soon as you lower yourself onto the floor and crawl towards him, giving him (and Geto) a great view of your arch and your soft ass, the rapper sits up straight and leans forward, his blunt and his drink forgotten.

You place your hands on his thighs as you wedge yourself between them, your heart pounding as his natural scent and cologne fill your nose. You trail your hands up his body, feeling him up, and press against his chest to push him back against the couch. He lets you, his eyes never leaving yours.

You then straddle him, placing each leg over thighs, and begin to grind yourself into his groin that you can feel hardening beneath you. Eren hums in pleasure, placing one hand on your ass while he smokes his blunt with the other, doing his best to blow the smoke away from you.

You don't usually let clients touch you while you dance, but you often make an exception for Eren and Geto (not at all because you crave their touch). "Fuck," Eren exhales, the word dripping from his lips. "You're perfect. So perfect for me."

You feel as if you are with the way he stares at you through his hooded, red eyes. He looks upon you as if you are the best thing since sliced bread. You can feel his cock pulse underneath you, throbbing and ready to-

"My turn," Geto orders. He looks damn near feral as he watches you on top of Eren and pats his lap. "Hop on, baby." He gives you a playful smile, ignoring Eren's sharp glare his way. You giggle despite the tension and unhook yourself from Eren's lap despite his very possessive ass grab.

Now is Geto's turn. He too watches you like he wants to kiss you all over as you lower yourself down onto his lap, your back to him. You proceed to grind your ass back in his face, swirling your hips around and around. During this, your ass grazes his hard-on a few times, earning you soft moans that make the hairs on your body stand on end.

When you lie back against Geto's chest and hook a thigh over his lap, you catch a glimpse of Eren watching. Though he is irritated, you notice the pulsing tent beneath his pants. Geto distracts you by wrapping an arm around your waist, his hand grazing your thigh. "God, you look nice sittin' there," he sighs. "I could get used to this view...preferably somewhere other than a strip club."

"Like where?" you ask, the vodka and weed smoke fogging your brain. Geto doesn't answer, leaving his answer open for interpretation as his arm becomes a little too firm around your waist. You can also feel his lips ghosting across your neck which is highly against stripper protocol.

Luckily, Eren cuts in by slamming his drink down on the table. "Time's up, asshole," he growls. "You went over. It's my turn with her." Geto's hold on you tightens, possessive and stubborn. "Oh, is it?" he asks, feigning innocence. "I didn't notice. My bad."

Eren practically snatches you up and sits you down in his lap, encouraging you to move with his hands on your hips. They shouldn't be there, but you don't move them. You like them too much. Heat radiates from between your thighs, meshing with Eren's hard-on that is quickly growing harder underneath you.

And then, you feel them: his lips on your neck, peppering your skin in kisses. Your eyes flick over to Geto watching you, his face oddly stoic. "Eren, wait," you weakly say. "You can't-"

"Touch you?" he finishes. "Kiss you? Why not? It's not like we ain't done this before." He pauses to stare at you, his eyes flashing. "Or is it because he's here?"

Geto laughs, humored by this as his hand gently caresses your ankle. The soft touch makes your stomach flutter and your nipples tingle. "I'm not usually the jealous type, but seein' you with someone who ain't me is startin' to get under your man's skin."

The alcohol and weed may be affecting you, but not enough to miss what he just said. "M-My what?" you gasp.

Eren catches it too and practically simmers with anger. With a growl, he gently scoots you off of him and places you in the middle of him and Geto. "That's fuckin' it!" he snaps. "I'm tired of this back and forth bullshit, Princess. You need to choose.”

You blink at him, shocked by his sudden outburst. The influence that you're under and the arousal you're feeling make you process everything a little bit slow than you usually do. “What are you talkin’ about?” you softly ask.

Geto chuckles at your cuteness, taking a sip of his Vodka Tonic. “It ain’t rocket science, cutie. You’re a smart girl. Smart enough to get two of us in the same room fightin’ over you.”

You scowl, not sure how to take his words. Does he know your plan? “I-I don’t know-“

“Don’t do that,” the CEO firmly says, and you button your lip. Yes, he does know your plan. “We know you were after the money. It’s okay, baby! A club like this is full of go-getters like you.” He reaches over, gently stroking your thigh. “But I know you weren’t prepared for either of us to want more from you."

You blink at him, shook beyond belief. They don't even know you! You haven't even told them your real name! Geto's eyes shift to Eren, his expression steely. “Though I’m not too keen on you showin’ the attention you showed me to someone else.”

Eren gives his blunt a puff and sits it on the ashtray on the table. “And neither am I," he huffs. "I don’t got you on a leash, babe, but I’m about ready to do it if it means havin’ you to myself." He leans over to whisper in your ear, his lip ring toying with your earlobe. “And I can pay you way more than he can.”

You flinch away from him as if you have been burned. He looks hurt by your action. “I don’t want your money, Ren,” you softly say. “And I don’t like being cornered either.”

“Would you rather we discuss it over dinner?” Geto sarcastically asks. “Pardon the attitude. Vodka isn’t my strongest suit.” Despite the blow, you realize that he is right. It's bad enough they both know your little plan to make bank off of them, playing them like a fiddle for a month.

But could they also possibly know that you've been second-guessing that? That you've been thinking about giving in to their offers for dates and something more than just a lap-dance, hot makeup sessions, and flirting?

You look between the two men, hot as ever and possessive. All for you. Any woman would kill to be in your position right now! You would be stupid to give this moment up. Maybe it's the weed or the vodka or the fact that they both smell so good, their colognes mingling with each other, but one of the three makes you bold enough to express your interest.

"W-Well...I could think it over, but..." You trail off, not sure what else to say. Your tongue is heavy and your mouth feels like it's full of cotton. "But what, love?" Geto gently asks, walking his fingers up your leg. They settle on your skirt, toying with the thin fabric. "You need a little persuasion?"

He suddenly leans in, pressing a kiss to your neck on your left that makes your body sing. Eren does the same thing, pressing kisses to the right side of your neck, leaving trails of fire in his wake. "How much for an hour?" he softly growls.

"E-Eren, I can't-"

"Don't try that with me again. You're talkin' 'bout doin' more in here than just dancin', so how much?"

You bite your lip, feeling heat pool between your thighs as the men's kisses grow more feverish and passion. "I-I'm not sure," you whimper out. It is so hard to think with all of this stimulation.

Eren places a possessive hand on your throat, the weight of it making you gasp. “Then I’ll fuckin’ find out when I’m done with you. I’ll pay the sun and moon for you, Princess.”

You figure at this point that there are no more secrets. No more roles. So you let your government name drip from your lips: “Y/N. That’s my name.” Geto smiles against your neck while Eren nuzzles the space behind your ear, his voice making you shiver. “Y/N,” he says. Your name sounds like sin on his lips.

Geto pulls away enough to acknowledge Eren for the first time in minutes. “So we’re sharing her?” Eren stares at him in boredom, stroking your throat with his thumb. “Yeah, unless you wanna watch. I don’t really give a fuck. My little dancer gets off on bein’ watched."

His hand trails down to your skirt where he toes with the ribbon holding it together at your hip. With one pull it slides off and he yanks it down your legs, revealing the surprise underneath: a G-string with a tiny pink bow on the front of your mound. The two men practically salivate at the sight.

Eren forces you to turn your face so he can plant more kisses on your lips, each one hotter and sloppier than the last. You can taste the vodka and lime on his tongue. “Eren,” you sigh. “The door—“

“Bodyguards,” Geto ruggedly answers, his hand caressing your thigh where it means your asscheek. “I had ‘em follow us. Nobody’s gettin’ in here, so don’t worry your pretty head about anything but this.” He busies himself with your breasts, pressing kisses along the tops of the soft globes. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispers against your breasts. “I needed you for so long.”

You almost say ‘me too’. Their touches and kisses are making you delirious, ready to proclaim your love for two men you barely know. With each passing second, your pussy grows wetter, soaking the tiny cloth attached to the G-string. “Please," you whimper.

“Please what?” Eren asks. He squeezes your chin with his ringed hand, forcing you to look at him. “Open your mouth and ask us nicely.”

Geto grins at the rapper's choice of words. “Us, huh?” he chuckles. He then glides a hand down between your thighs, his fingers gliding against your G-string. “You want us to touch you here?" he whispers. Biting back a moan, you nod, your body quickly growing hotter than a wild fire. “Please….touch me.”

You glide a hand down your thighs to caress your thong-covered pussy, causing your puffy lips to swallow the thin line of fabric. The men groan at the sight, loving how your nails look against your soft, wet, plush pussy lips.

Geto kisses you a rough kiss on the cheek, pleased with your response. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

In the blink of an eye, you are suddenly facing Geto between your legs while Eren is busy peeling your bra off, your back against his broad, hard chest. The smell of their cologne and marijuana drifts in the air, clouding your judgment even further.

Geto's eyes widen as he drags your thong to the aside, exposing your wet, soft cunt and the tiny diamond stud embedded in your clit. “So pretty,” he coos. "And a clit piercing?" He gently huffs his breath onto your clit and the bit of stimulation makes you twitch.

"Lemme see," Eren growls, craning his neck to see. "Fuck, that's so slutty, babe." Once he has your bra unclasped, your breasts and pierced nipples are exposed to their eyes. "My God!" he groans, cupping your tits in his hands. "How are you this fuckin' perfect, babe, huh?"

You thought you couldn't speak before? Words cease to exist when Geto finally gets his mouth on you. He uses his big hands to pin your legs apart as he laps at your cunt, sucking gently on your clit and rolling the diamond stud around with his wet tongue. His tongue piercing clashes with the one in your clit, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through your core.

All you can muster are loud sobs and whines of pleasure as Geto laps and slurps at your pussy, each stroke of his tongue and suckle of his soft lips sending you into orbit. You can't stop your muscles from twitching and your thighs from clenching, desperate to be freed from Geto's iron grip on them. "Oooh, she’s a cryer,” he chuckles against your hole. “And a squirmer.”

His tongue then slithers into your hole, using the tip of his tongue to shallowly fuck you while his nose glides against your clit. Eren watches from behind you, his hands still groping your tits and tugging at your nipples. “She’s not gonna do shit when it’s my turn," he lightly growls. "Lemme show you how it’s done.”

The two men switch places, but Geto doesn't move from his spot between your thighs. He just watches as Eren absolutely goes feral on your pussy, causing spit and your juices to mix together and stain his chin and lips. All of it slips down your asscrack, making every nice and slippery. Slippery enough to fuck you with his tongue much faster. “O-Oh!” you gasp. “Oh, fuck, Eren!”

The rapper's grey eyes tick up to look at you, hypnotizing you the same way his mouth is. “Yeah?” he teases. “It’s good?”

You writhe on the couch, gripping the cushion below you for dear life. “Yes!” you sob. “Yes, Daddy, please keep going!” The honorific slips out as easy as a breath of fresh air, sounding so natural. Eren begins to lick you faster as if that title has changed him.

Geto side-eyes the rapper before he gives your ass a spank. “He gets an honorific?” he scoffs. “What about me, love? What do I get, huh?” He leans forward, pressing soothing kisses to the stinging spot where his hand collided with your asscheek.

You stare at him through teary eyes, your lashes wet with droplets. “S-Sir,” you whimper. "I'm sorry". Geto grins at you, flashing you all of his pearly whites. “Works for me. Now let's see if you can take two tongues at the same time."

Eren briefly pauses in his meal to glance at the CEO. You think he is about to tell Geto to fuck off, but to your surprise, he scoots over and allows Geto to share in feasting on your cunt. Each one has a firm hand pinned on your thigh, forcing you to stay open for them they lap at your wetness, pausing to spit copious amounts of saliva onto your lips and slurping it back up.

They take turns tongue-fucking you, alternating between one sticking his tongue inside of your wet hole while the other toys with your clit, rubbing the button around and around. You are a wailing, sobbing, screaming mess, writhing and squirming on the couch as if you're possessed. “Oh, God, wait! It’s too much!”

You feel like you're a balloon that has been pumped with too much air. You're about to pop. Geto stares up at you through hooded eyes and his lips drenched in your juices. “But you’re doin’ so well for us, love. You should see how cute you look.”

He reaches over, placing two fingers in your mouth. Greedily, you suck on his digits, coating them in your spit. Eren tears his tongue out of your hole to stare at you adoringly, allowing Geto to fill his spot. “She does look mighty good right now. Little slut.”

You have no doubt you look crazy, titties out, skirt peeled up to expose your ass and pussy, mascara askew and coating your eye sockets. But you don't care. You don't care about anything but cumming as that feeling begins to build in your core. “Oh, sh-sh-shit, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp to the ceiling.

“Mmm-hmm,” Geto hums into your pussy. “Cum for me, love. Give it to me.”

“Bitch,” Eren growls. “Cum for me, baby. You know you love this piercing, dontchu?”

You do, and deliriously, you think you love them too. They keep licking and slurping and sucking and moaning into your pussy until finally, you give a little tremble and your cum floods their mouths. The two men moan in appreciation at your taste, eagerly and happily lapping at what you give them.

Your orgasm is intense, making you shake and moan to the heavens, every word being "fuck" and "oh, shit" which God would not appreciate, probably. You could get used to being treated like this. Maybe a relationship with either of these two studs wouldn't be so terrible. 'Why just one?' a tiny voice in your head whispers. 'Why not both?'

When you come down from your orgasmic high, you look down at the two men, noticing their cocks chubbing against their pants. You giggle, delirious from the pleasure and drunk off of your orgasm. "I think you two might need some help," you purr.

The two pop up like Jack-In-The-Boxes, eager to get your mouth on them. The clothes come off, shirts, pants, and designer boxers discarded, revealing muscles laced and inked with tattoos. You momentarily think about grazing your hands over their abs, licking up their stomachs, and sucking each brown nipple, but all of that flies out the window when you get a look at their cocks.

Both are hard and standing up at attention for you, but while Eren is thicker and curves upward, Geto is longer and his balls hang heavy. You can do nothing but stare, your hands wrapping around each one. "Oh, wow," you sigh, unable to say anything else.

"Like you ain't seen it before," Eren chuckles, referring to the dick pics he has sent you over the course of your 'situationship'. Geto has only sent you two though his cock was covered by his sweats. To see it now here, in your face, is more than you can take.

"Now, you're just seein' it in person," Eren continues, gently tapping his thumb against your chin. "So you gonna do somethin' with it or what?" He doesn't need to tell you twice. Instantly, you open your mouth and wrap your glossy lips around his length.

"Ah, fuck, baby," he sighs, digging a hand in your hair. He lays his hand on your scalp, letting you work his cock up and down, his length stroking your throat. "That's a good girl. I fit so well in that mouth, fuck."

He tilts his head back to expose his throat and the head of his serpent tattoo snaking up the left side of his neck. You yearn to kiss and bite it. With your other hand, you stroke Geto to your heart's content, relishing in his low moans and encouraging swears that drip from his lips.

You can hardly believe that you're here, sucking your clients' dicks in VIP! You have never done anything like this before and probably never will again. These two are just special. With every stroke of Eren's cock in your sloppy throat and every moan that escapes Geto's plump lips, you can feel yourself needing them more and more.

Finally having enough of waiting, Geto yanks you away from Eren and plants your mouth on his dick this time. "My turn," he huffs and apologetically laughs in Eren's face. "Sorry, man, but I couldn't resist. Her mouth just looked too damn good."

He pushes himself deeper, sheathing himself between the plush, wet walls of your mouth. You gag a bit from his bulbous head nearly hitting the back of your throat, but you manage to recover and let him fuck away. "Good girl," he pants. "Sir loves that. He loves your little mouth."

You moan in reply to his dirty words of affirmation, spit dribbling from your lips and pooling between your shaky thighs. At this point, you are creaming, gushing all over yourself and ruining your thong. Eren groans at the feeling of your soft hand stroking him up and down, up and down. "Can't wait to fuck you, babe," he moans. "I know you'll feel just as good as your pretty hand."

Then he is yanking you away from Geto and back towards him. "Fuck offa her. You're takin' too damn long." Then it's back in your mouth he goes where he proceeds to fuck your mouth like it's going out of style. "Not bad, love," Geto sighs, watching in adoration as your mouth is filled with cock. "You suck dick almost as well as you dance."

With a loud groan that overpowers the muffled music from the club, Eren pulls his cock out of your mouth. A line of spit follows in his wake and you take a breath, the taste of salt on your tongue. Eren tilts your chin up to face him and Geto, exposing your fucked-out face to them.

"Are you ready for us to fuck you now, baby?" Eren cooingly asks, his thumb toying with your wet bottom lip. You press a kiss to it, suckling on the digit. "Tell Daddy how you want it," he demands. It takes every bit of energy in your brain cells to conjure up one single sentence. You can barely think straight.

"C'mon now, darling," Geto coos, tapping his cock against your lips. "Don't be shy. I can stand to wait a while." Finally finding your voice and your head, you turn to Eren with big, watery eyes and ruined makeup. "From behind," you whimper. "Fuck me from behind, Daddy."

Eren doesn't need to be told twice. He hikes you up on your jelly-like legs and puts you in position on the couch: face down, ass up. You feel him kneel behind you, his thick cock sliding between your slit to your asshole, up and down, emitting moans from the both of you.

"I'm gonna make you regret ever toyin' with me," he says through panted breaths. "Gonna make sure you know whose you are." And then, slowly, he slides himself inside of you, inch by inch. Your mouth falls open, a loud moan escaping you as you feel the wet walls of your cunt stretch around him.

"A-Ah!" you gasp. "Oh, fuck, Eren, please!" The rapper lays a hand on your ass, giving you a sharp spank that makes your clit jump and your pussy clench.

SMACK!

"See what's you've been missin', baby?" he chuckles. "All of this an' more."

He begins to slowly pump his hips back and forth, sheathing his cock inside of you more with every stroke. "Fuck me back, mama," he coos, his voice breathless and panty. "Show me how good you think this dick is, c'mon. Show me."

You do as you're told and toss your ass back into him, meeting his thrusts and drawing louder moans out of both of you that bounce off of the VIP room's walls.

SMACK!

Geto's big hand takes a turn slapping your ass as it bounces against Eren's pelvis as he sits on the couch beside you. He places your face in his lap and taps his cock against your lips. "Sorry, love, you just looked too sexy gettin' fucked like this," he sighs. "But you don't mind, do you?"

Even if you could respond, you would say no. You want them both to use you. To take every single hole you have and fill it up as much as they want. You want to be used for their pleasure in a way you have never wanted any other man to.

Eren begins to pump harder and faster, causing the couch springs to creak and his moans to grow louder and more desperate. "God, you're so wet," he groans, sweat trickling down his handsome face and gorgeous body. "I'm gonna cum soon, baby. This pussy got me so fuckin' close!"

"Well, would ya mind hurryin' it up?" Geto huffs. "I still need to fuck my little dancer too." Eren glares daggers at the CEO, each word punctuated by a pump of his hips that make your eyes roll back. "Don't. Rush. Me."

You can feel your second orgasm cresting, building inside of you, causing you to reach between your legs to frantically rub your clit. "Daddy," you whine. "I'm gonna cum. Please make me cum."

"You wanna cum for me?" Eren teases. You can hear the smile in his voice, knowing that he is enjoying every second of seeing you like this. "Then you're gonna be my baby, right? You're gonna let me take you out and have you all to myself, right?"

You don't respond. You can't. You're moaning too much and his cock is too good, pumping in and out of you at a fast pace that makes your head spin. When you suddenly feel Eren's thumb gliding against your asshole, it's all over for you. You explode all over his cock, nearly ruining your voice box with how loud you scream. "I'm cumming!" you sob, pressing your face into Geto's thigh.

"Go 'head, baby, cum for me!" Eren groans. "Fuck, I'm cummin' too!" He grips your ass for dear life as he chases his high in your pussy, giving you rougher thrusts until he finally shoots a hot, creamy load inside of your pussy. He lets out a loud, raspy groan as he cums, gripping your ass so tight that you're sure he has left bruises.

You shiver and shake in your position, your head blank and all of your senses heightened. Geto begins to stroke your hair, his hard cock pressed against your lips. "That's a good girl," he coos. "You look so good when you cum, darlin'. I'm gonna enjoy fucking you."

Oh, God...you forgot he was next.

But he doesn't let you forget. When Eren pulls out of you slowly, Geto shushes you when you weakly moan at the loss. "Relax, love," he coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to do anything for me. Just let your Sir take care of you."

You don't think you quite have a choice, especially when he hikes you onto his lap. He kisses you as you lean into his body, his big arms holding you tight as his hard cock sinks inside of the quivering, sensitive, sobbing wet walls of your pussy. "Oh, goddamn," he groans, his handsome face etched in pleasure as soon as he sinks inside of you. "You're perfect."

You whine in response, arching your tits into his chest. You press yourself flush against him, your body going weak and slack from Eren's previous buckshots. Geto embraces this, keeping his arms wrapped securely around you as he draws his hips up to fuck you from the bottom. "Just lay against me, darlin'. Lemme do all the work."

You can't stop any sort of moan or whimper that escapes you, each one weak and desperate as your pussy is filled with Geto's cock. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, all of your energy drained from being fucked dumb twice.

Suddenly, you feel two hands cupping your face and the scent of ocean waves in your nose. "Open your eyes, mama," Eren coos. "Lemme see you." Weakly, you open your eyes, staring at grey irises through slits. "Feels good, don't it?" he asks. "Does he feel better than me?"

Geto laughs through a moan, his thighs smacking against your ass as he drills himself inside of you, bouncing you on his cock. "You don't have to answer him, but I'd like to know if I'm gettin' that date after this. You know I expect it."

You can't think of anything remotely close to the end of tonight in this position. The pleasure is too blinding and your mind is going blank. But your clients won't take no for an answer. "You're gonna be mine by the end of tonight, right, darlin'?" Geto growls in your ear. "You'll finally let me take you out on a proper date?"

"Nah, fuck that," Eren hisses, still cupping your face and staring into your eyes. "You're all for me, right, baby? You're not gonna play with my feelings like this, right?"

"Tell us what you want, Y/N," Geto demands, slowing his thrusts down to deep, soul-bending strokes that make you sing. "Tell us who you want."

"I-I want!" You grip Geto for dear life, sinking your nails into his shoulders as his cock strokes every part of your pussy. The words that explode from you fly up after being trapped for so long inside of you: "Both! I want both of you!" you sob.

Eren blinks at you, shocked, and takes a look at Geto. He has slowed his thrusts down into more shallow, gentler ones, just as taken aback at your confession. There it is. All out in the open. And instead of arguing or disagreeing, the two men smile at each other.

"Both it is then," Eren says, pecking you on the lips. "Now cum on that dick like a good girl. Make her sing, Geto."

The CEO goes right back to bouncing you restlessly on his cock, making your tits jiggle and your pussy feel like it's about to fall off the bone as your clit rubs against his pelvis. His callused hands grip your ass, giving you brief smacks and possessive grabs that edge you closer and closer to the cliff.

"Sugu, fuck!" you gasp. "I'm gonna...gonna-"

"Do it, darlin'," he demands. "Cum with me. Give it all to your Sir."

And like a puppet on a string, you are controlled by him and his cock. After a few more rough thrusts, you shut your eyes against Eren's face and cum all over Geto's cock, your third orgasm rocking you to the core. Everything feels like a hot, white light washing you in warmth as each wave of your orgasm sweeps you away.

"Ah, fuck!" Geto groans, his end near too. He pauses and his body tenses as he cums, rope after rope of hot spunk entering your pussy. You gasp and shudder, held onto by him and Eren who continues to grasp your face, watching your O face is adoration. "That's a good girl," he laughs. "You did so good for us, babe."

You can only whimper in reply. Exhaustion comes to you, making your body heavier and your muscles loose. Geto groans as he slides his cock out of you, his and Eren's cum leaking down your thighs. "Easy now," he coos, stroking your back. "Just take it slow, love."

He lays you down on the couch between himself and Eren, your head lulling against the couch. You feel sweat coat the skin beneath your tits and your inner thighs feel soaked. The only thing you wear are your stockings and heels, your skirt, bra, and thong on the floor.

You know that eventually you'll have to go back to finish your shift. You know that people, including Yuki and your boss, will ask about these two men that seem to be mighty close to you now. You know that things will probably become a lot more complicated.

But you also find yourself not caring. Not when the two men snuggle up close to you, pressing you tightly and securely between them. It is better than any dollar bill they could give you. Silence descends upon you, calm and satisfied.

"So," you finally say, a smile on your face, "when's our date?"

THE END.

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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.

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭..

Boob humping Sevika<3

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW, men & minors DNI, dry humping, fluff, mommy kink(-ish), overstimulation, squirting (a little), lots of praising

Imagine you and Sevika were in for round 4 together in your shared, you grinding eagerly against her abs- until she grabs your ass and pulls you closer, now straddling her right boob. “Come on, love, don’t stop..” she says, you starting to gently rock your hips against her tit, the sudden change from hard to soft sending shivers down your spine. “Sevi.. are you.. sure this won’t- mhh.. hurt?..” you ask, your thrusts slow and careful. “Mhm.. keep going sweetheart, faster” she commands and smirks, looking at the little wet stain on her breast. You start to pick up your pace, Sevika’s hands keeping you steady on both your hips. Her hardened nipple teases your entrance, your orgasm building up, making your sensitive self mewl like a slut. “I- I’m.. close.. ahh..” you moan, your nails digging into her shoulders. “Just like that, baby.. you like humping my tits, hm?..” Sevika starts to rub your clit with her right thumb, the tingling feeling in your belly becoming stronger and stronger. “Nghhh.. yes-.. mommy..” Your moan earns a low chuckle from Sevika, the circling on your clit becoming more intense. “Good girl.. cum for mommy..”

That’s it. Your climax rushes through your whole body for the fourth time, your pussy clenching around nothingness, a little squirt running down Sevika’s boob. You sit back a little, collapsing on top of her body. “Did so good for me today, my love..” Sevika wraps her arms around your shivering body, gently caressing your back. “Shhh.. I love you so much, sweetheart” she coos, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too, Sevi..” you mumble, slowly dozing off to sleep on your girlfriend’s chest.

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My word 🥵 This confirms with me I'm a switch cause I can definitely picture doing this to him. Ohhh the joys of getting bred without consequences in a fan fic amirite?! Lmaooo IF ONLY!!

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