#TW: corruption

[lostlovesoul11]

[MASQUERADE]

Pairing: Jaemin X Reader Ft Jeno

Warnings: Smut, incubus, extremely dubious/non, subliminal, a lot of manipulation, mind control, posessiveness inexperienced reader, penetration, anal, (Jeno scenes), the usual filth

18+ only! No minors. Read tags beforehand.

Word count: 8k+

My kind of Jaemin 😈 happy belated birthday! Didn't have time to finish it off. Cba with typos if you see them x

Summary: An incubus created a subliminal to feed off humans sexual energy, what happens when you become one of his victims?

I can't believe you bagged Lee Jeno!" Your friend excitedly screams, pulling you closer as she grabs on to your arms and tugs you.

"I know, me too!" You responded, of course you was surpised when that occurred. Lee Jeno has been your crush for a long time, however he was always going on and off in his relationships, having a new girl almost each month.

You was happy. Finally bagging the attention one of the hottest guys around your campus was huge. Your friends have known about your long term one sided crush about him.

"Why don't you look as happy?" She questioned narrowing her eyes as you zoned out completely.

"I am," you state, "It's just that Jeno, he's so experienced and I'm... well... not so.. much. Barely. What if he doesn't like me once he finds out?"

Your friend sighs, "I don't think that matters to him."

"But every girl he's gone out with, they're all are so pretty and experienced. Know what to do in bed and I'm.. not," Insecure thoughts already forming in your head.

Come on. Everyone knows Jeno has a huge sex drive. He fucked nearly all the popular girls around. Sometimes you feel once he finds out, he won't be interested in you anymore. And it sucks because you want to fuck him so badly.

She hums as she listens to your ramble, a slight truth in your words.

"I understand, he's a popular guy and all. But if he acts like that then he's a dick."

"Yeah, you're right," you agreed on with her.

"But you should definitely fuck him though. Hey why don't you experiment with one of our friends?"

Your nose scrunched in disgust, "Ew never!"

Rolling her eyes at your reaction, "I mean you would be comfortable with them at least. In that way you would be able to gain more experince."

"Definitely not friends."

"Is there any one you find cute then?"

"Nope. No one sexually arouses me at all, except for Jeno. I'm so screwed." You sighed in annoyance. It's tough when your stuck on one guy.

Your friend really tried suggesting you ideas but unfortunately you would never do them. You don't find any guy you feel sexually attracted too.

"Have you tried watching porn?" She asked.

"Porn doesn't do it for me. It just feels weird. It's super unrealistic anyways."

You friend nods in agreement, "That is true"

"I remember when I lacked experience I went across on so many articles on first times. Google, Yahoo, Reddit you name it. People tend to sometimes give good advice, maybe you should try it.

Maybe you might come across something interesting..." nudging your arm so you feel somewhat better.

Maybe you might find something good, you thought.

"Thanks, I'll check it out when I go home," you gave a small smile, Anyways I gotta go to class now. Later baby."

--

It wasn't long until you came back home, finally able to complete your work and take a nice soothing shower. It really helps relieve all aches and stress you encounter throughout the day.

Picking up your favourite pyjamas to wear for the night, your skin damp and moisturised. Grabbing on to your laptop as you join yourself in bed.

Constant thoughts of what occurred today, Lee Jeno is actually interested in you. Almost like a fever dream, never would you had thought it'll be reciprocated, considering how you rarely find people interesting enough, interested in you.

Sighing and shaking your head, you need to be prepared before anything happens, reminding yourself you're not as experienced like he is. Opening your laptop immediately on Google search, fingers typing on the keyboard.

Flicking through your mouse clicking on nearly every page there is on Google. Sighing in frustration, finding the same generic responses from these websites.

"How to drive him wild"

"How to be best at sex"

Showing little to no actual advice on how to improve oneself, placing your both hands above your head as you let out a little scream. Annoyed.

Inexperienced at so called sex but hearing everyone's great experiences around you feels like your missing out on some form of drug. You remember your first time, awkward as ever. Feeling little to no pleasure and the guy only lasted 2 minutes tops. Embarrassing.

Having a crush on Lee Jeno does not in fact help thus makes it worse. Popular guy who's been associated with the popular girls, experienced well enough to match him.

And here's you the complete opposite. Insecure thoughts mingling in your head, "Am I good enough for him?" "What if i embarrass myself, ugh!"

Nope. Fuck that. Your determined to find a way and you will. Bringing the laptop closer to you as you restart the whole search. Eyes completely fixated the white screen ahead, draining you until you scrolled further below.

Your eye brow raised at what's in front of the screen. Clicking on it almost quick, as it sends you off to a YouTube link. The title of the video was called "Be the best at sex FAST! Subliminal"

Your initial thoughts were what the hell is a subliminal? Quickly opening a second tab and entering it on Google search, you come across the meaning.

subliminal

adjective

PSYCHOLOGY

• (of a stimulus or mental process) below the threshold of sensation or consciousness; perceived by or affecting someone's mind without their being aware of it.

In simple terms, a subliminal is a bunch of positive messages. An audio being played without hearing directly what's being said. Mostly consisting positivity. Remaining in your subconscious mind as you listen to it more.

You hummed as you took in the information. Even more so curious if this works with having sex. Being able to do best at it would be perfect for you.

Clicking back on the YouTube link once again, you noticed it had thousands of likes. Popular indeed. You read through the bar as it gave more information on the specific subliminal.

Affirmations

Be best at giving pleasure and receiving to partner

Inducing pleasure at whoever you desire

Great foreplay

Get the best orgasms

Partners keep praising how well you do

Listen once a day however the longer you listen the more power it has. Can induce headaches so drink fluids. Make sure to drink always keep the sound low! Headphones required.

(some of the affirmations mentioned above not all, works efficiently with success one not knowing what is being said)

And the list goes on and on. Okay now this really perked your interest. How does this stuff even work? It's like your in a whole different world. Noticing bunch of comments under the video, you scroll down in curiosity.

User12: Omg i used this and we went 8 rounds last night?????

User009: My sneaky link said the sex was so so so good I legit used this a day before I met him

User22: I used this because I had a date and he said I was the best he's ever been with?!!! Guys this shit works!!!

Use43445: He said i blew his mind and his dick real good LMAO

User67677: Guys you gotta be consistent with these. I typically use it a few times a day and I've noticed so much changes. I keep getting complimented during sex this shit works I swear! Stay positive ✨

Whew. These reviews really got you questioning. There's hundreds of comments which have stated nearly the same thing, that this shit works. It's quite fascinating how many people are in this community yet you had no prior inkling of it.

You won't lie, these comments really got you feeling excitment. What if, what if this works when you use it?

And what harm can it do anyways? Reading everyone's experiences just makes you want to try this out for yourself. You're desperate, you want to be good for Jeno. Perhaps this is the thing that makes you feel more confident and grants you mind blowing sex.

Quickly plugging your headphones in as you clicked the play button. You remembered to keep the volume at the lowest.

Once the play button hit, you did not expect to hear these sounds. It's almost static noises, bunch of voices repeating sounds that are hard to figure out. Feeling like whispers inside your ears.

It was a strange experience to indulge yourself into, never thinking something like this even existed. Letting it play one more time as you got used to the first, excited to see the results upcoming soon.

‐--

Heading to one of your last classes after a very long day. Still feeling tired from last night, feelings of blurness. Making your way down the corridors before a strong hand pulls you, taking you in the corner. Just as you were about to make a noise, only to find it was Jeno.

You didn't expect your crush, Lee Jeno to be cornering you against the wall right now. His tall figure towering you over as one of his hands were on the wall, caging you inside.

You felt shy within his hold, always watching him from the sidelines or from a distance, to having him near you so close is a dream.

"I've been looking for you," Jeno mutters, his eyes stilled on your whole figure watching how uneasy you felt having him so close. Gulping slowly yet cannot form any words. It's like your a dumb statue in front of Jeno.

Youre eyes shifting below, fixed on his body. His body proportions were something else. You know how often he's hitting the gym, workouts in forms of gym and sex. How does he manage to always look so good?

You managed to move your eyes above as he's fully maintained eye contact since. Nervously you speak out, "Y-You w-was...''

Jeno loves how shy you get in front of him. Turth be told, it makes him feel like corrupting you right there. So innocent so shy.

His smile forms a sly smirk, "Of course" His gaze following down your stiff body, eyes returning back to your confused cute state.

"You're my cute girl now," rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Ain't you?" He teasingly asks.

Overwhelmed is an understatement. Not only are you facing the boy you've literally been crushing on for so long, but having him to make you feel all sorts of ways. You could just explode right now.

Simply giving a gentle nod as approval for his words because your absoute gobsmacked to answer. But that's not enough for Jeno. He enjoys seeing you get worked up, telling of how your body reacts in his presence.

He's not blind. Always observed how your longing stares remained on him each day. He loves it. To know someone innocent like you constantly sees and thinks of him. Wondering if you touch yourself thinking of him.

Noticing the distance becoming smaller, feeling your heart almost drop out when Jeno leans in further.

His breathe fanning your ear with his cool breathe. His soft lips latching on to your ear before he sends a whisper, "Say it."

The depth of his voice shook your entire being and your core. Goosebumps raised all over your body. It was a demand, one where you cannot refuse.

It's crazy how much control he has over you, just over this little thing and you're already clenching your thighs? How pathetic.

His face still leaning towards you, your heart beat is exhilarated right now. Finally being able to muster courage as you spoken up. "I'm y-your cute.. girl."

---

It's been days, the last incident with Jeno still sends you shivers. But what hits you more is him sending you a text to come over his house on Saturday. Screaming, crying of joy, the all sorts. Every night you made sure you were listening to the sublimal, seeing how soon enough you'd be at Jeno's.

You're going over to Jeno's on Saturday, aware of the possible things that may will occur. Nerves are kicking in as time approaches, what if you end up making a fool out of yourself?

Wait no! You shouldn't think like that as the subliminal mentions, always keep your thoughts good!

But for once having something to stay positive on, you can't let your negative thoughts override yourself. Remembering the final goal is to become good at sex, perhaps better. Seeing those comments as motivation, if it works for them, it'll work for you too.

You listened to the particular subliminal daily at night. As it states it's best to listen before you go to sleep so the affirmations sink into you subconsciously.

Tonight your switching it up, though. Clicking to add the subliminal in a new Youtube playlist, so it continues to play on for the entire duration of the night.

Being aware how beneficial doing this is than the average use, you will take advantage of it. It's not far off before you meet up with Jeno, you have got to be good for him. Also using it for a longer period creates 10x effective results! This is your chance, anything for Jeno right?

Plugging your ear phones to your phone, laying on your head as your eyelids close. The static sounds playing as usual.

Today you are tired. Already feeling your heavy eyes beginning to shut. Knowing you'd probably fall as asleep any given time.

It's probably been a good few hours since you fell asleep. Shuffling randomly as a habit, eyes drained yet still feeling awake. Hearing the music in the playing constantly

Thoughts of him appearing of that day. The way he leaned in close enough, almost feeling him on top of you. Imagining being submissive underneath his body, letting him crush you down with his full body weight and muscular thick arms.

"J-Jeno..." breathing a soft moan. Not even aware of what you're saying. Too sleep drunken out of mind.

All of a sudden a loud thund was heard across your room. Snapping back into reality as your heavy eyes struggled to open properly. Unable to see clearly but enough to see a shadow figure lingering near the window. Your eyes must be playing tricks you assumed.

But no. The dark figure walked forth, almost marching ahead of your bed. Eyes fully snapping, horrified from seeing it approach ahead. You froze. Words are trembling out of your frightened state, W-who... are you.... "

The dark figure stopped nearby the end of the bed. Light from the moon outside shined upon his face, exposing himself. His eyes were lowly watching you, briefly changing his expression as a smile came on. It's terrifying in an instant how much his expression changed to gentle smiles.

The colour of his hair was prominent, dirty ashy blonde. Until your eyes shifted and widened seeing two identical horns on each side of the head. How can someone so beautiful look so scary?

"Jaemin," He blurted out with a grin,"The incubus."

Silence following as he spoke. Who the hell is this guy and what is a incubus? Your confused yet terrified of such a being in front of you. Is this just a bad dream?

"W-what are you.. doing here?" Feeling apprehensive as you questioned moving your gaze to his. You cannot believe a whole demon is right beside your bed, one that is strikingly breath taking.

Jaemin chuckled before he responds, closing distance as he approaches closer and closer, his hand above your head giving a gentle pat. "You called for me, pretty."

Shocked. Body tensing at the feel of his touch, comforting yet electrifying felt. Unable to understand what exactly he's saying. Why and when did you call for a incubus? You don't even remember anything, lost in your thoughts before Jaemin snaps you out of it.

"The subliminal," He shoots out, "Recall anything now?"

Eyes widen at the accuracy, how does he know about that subliminal. You've never once shared it with anyone, hell not even with your own friends.

"How do you know..." Is all you could mutter from your mouth.

"Ah, well I am the creator of it." Watching the confusion lingering in your mind. Walking closer until he stops, "Do you know of my kind?" He asks.

Frankly you're not entirely aware of it, so answer with a no.

"I'm a sex demon," He speaks up whilst licking his lips. "The subliminals help me feed off from humans when I'm hungry.'

Your eyes widening at his statement,"That can be in forms of thoughts, wet dreams, or reality.."

Your lost for words. Not even realising before Jaemin snaps you out of thoughts.

"Jeno is it?" He remarks, watching how fast you reacted hearing that name. God you was so down bad for him. Smelling the desperation from a mile off.

Eyes widening at the name of Jeno. How on earth does he know who that is?! Feeling fright each second comes, fearful of what this incubus knows and wants from you.

"How d-do you know Jeno?" You spoke lowly.

Jaemin loves how cute the wrinkles on your forehead form while your confused. Poor little thing having no idea of what is occuring and how.

"Well," Clearing his throat, "You were calling out the name Jeno in your sleep. Almost like a mantra," he smirked. His voice becoming high pitched before he shouts out, "Jeno Jeno Jeno..."

Embarrassment flies above you as you try covering your face with your hands. Did he really hear you be down bad for Jeno? Gosh this is so embarrassing.

Hey," Jaemin chuckled quietly, leaning over to remove your hand off your pretty face, "It's natural. When humans like someone they tend to think/dream of the person a lot." Reassuring you and making you feel less embarrassed.

You let out a sigh. Grateful that he isn't mocking you any further. Seemingly being very thoughtful to your feelings. Gorgeous and considerate, you thought.

Licking your lips as you talk, "God this is so... okay. Jeno is a guy I have a crush on. Like a lot," Emphasising the word as Jaemin quirks a brow up.

"But i feel like I'll make a mockery out of myself ugh'' Speaking honestly.

Jaemin's face slightly falters, his hand places itself on yours as comfort, "What makes you say that?"

At this point you've embarrassed yourself enough in front of an incubus, a hot one, so why not just speak out those insecure thoughts.

"I'm not.. well experienced. At sex." Blantly confessing your issue.

It goes unnoticed how quickly the incubus's eyes almost switched, his eyes darken. Taking in your helpless phlight. You're begging for something. He smelt the desperation ever since he entered in the room. He's very aware, because he knows you.

"Why don't we make a deal?" The incubus proposes.

You looked up as your forehead lines crinkled, confused at what the incubus means by deal.

"What deal?"

He smiles as his hand shifts to your left cheek, rubbing it gently as if your some delicate flower, "That's what my subliminal is made for, I can give you the experience."

His eyes looming over yours as you watch in shock what he suggested, "And in return, I get myself a meal for the night. A win win."

How does someone, an incubus give someone experience? More so is it possible to even have sex with one, wha-

"B-but how will it feel? Won't it feel different to humans?"

Jaemin chuckled, "Well to be honest it feels the exact same. Probably even better," He whispers lowly, enough to feel arousal by his words alone.

Contemplating whether you should or not being lost in your dazed mind before Jaemin snaps you out by replying, "You don't have to. Ita totally your choice," your eyes shift back towards him as you reconsider.

"But hearing how much you like him, it would be a shame not being good enough for Jeno.."

Not good enough. Those same words creeping back to you, will you ever be good enough? You take in everything Jaemin has mentioned to consideration. Maybe this is it. Your chance to prove yourself wrong.

You're ready for whatever right now. Sighing loudly as the incubus awaits for your response with focus.

"Okay.. fine... I accept it," Your voice pulls through. Though having no inkling of what to be expected next. Truthfully, Jaemin is one hot incubus, his touch alone makes you tingle. So why not huh?

Jaemin's extremely ecstatic hearing your answer. He can already tell how you are, easily shy yet gets worked up quickly.

He wants to tease you further, "Yeah?" His voice sinks deeper, gaze darkening by each second like he's pulling you in a dark hole. His body looming over yours, sinking below the bed as he hoovers above.

Eyes stayed still with yours, breathing getting faster having a presence take over you like this. Feeling hot and bothered already, wondering if he can smell the arousal from below.

Your chest heaves up as you breathe, emphasising your firm breasts, poking out to feel a touch.

The incubus watches with his predator eyes. Thrilling him many ways you cannot think of. Seeing a pretty innocent girl laying there for him to devour, noticing the way your skin formed goosebumps all around.

Watching your dazzled face as you closed your eyes, opened while the incubus is above, watching your pity face. His nose hitting against yours as the proximity grows, watching you through his eyelashes how easily you laid for him, allowing him to take you to a path of pleasure.

Already feeling things despite him not even beginning, Jaemin made you feel ways you've never before.

Leaning in close enough that heart beats can be heard, the incubus dives right near the neck and takes a big inhale of you, your scent. He loves how fresh you smell, feeling himself growl already.

Diving in to your skin when he smoothers your shoulder with soft kisses, his lips felt almost unreal. Breathing fanning across your exposed chest, allowing sensations to form across your entire being.

Going further below, stopping at the sight of your perky breasts. "So if Jeno touched you here," His strong hand engulfing the entire breast moving it upwards and down, "Would you let him?"

He's only just touched you and already feel like you'd burst. Feeling his hands wander causing you feeling ticklish. Jaemin watches how cute you are, just a touch and already breaking? Cute.

Not even realising when your top has sunked down, Jaemin's long tongue attacks. Never seeing a tongue like such before, giving a few licks as his saliva drips to your nipple, watching you in awe as you bite down your lip at the unexpected action.

"Words pretty," He startles you with a bite for not answering his question. Too engrossed in the feelings of pleasure, you whine at the slight pain.

Jaemin watches how lost for words you are, "How else would Jeno know how you feel?"

"Yes... It f-feels.. so good..." a loud moan escapes your mouth, just thinking about having Jeno like this, do this with you. Wondering if this is how it'll feel.

He hums, trailing his long tongue further down your stomach, to the dangerous place. You gasped loudly, shutting your thighs together as immediate reaction. You could literally cum with the amount of wetness you have.

"Don't be shy," He cooed as his arms dismantle your legs widening back again, revealing the effect of the incubus.

You felt shame with not having nothing on underneath exposing whatever is below. Your face becoming flustered watching Jaemin focus on you.

His face leaning against your core, tongue swirling trying to take in your taste and wentess "Don't you want to show Jeno the creation we made?"

His dark eyes looking above you, gauging your reaction when you whine.

Legs trembling beneath him as you watch Jaemin's tongue surround your clit in circles, your eyelashes fluttering before you could even form words to speak, "Y-Yes..."

The feeling felt so surreal. It accounts to nothing compared to your first time, haven't felt nothing. Almost thinking your broken. But Jaemin, made you feel worlds, places you've never seen or been before.

Feeling your head dropping back on to your pillow, Jaemin laughs having not done much yet seeing your body jolting at his given touch. Loving how weak you are for him, letting him take over you.

His tongue dives through your wet folds, catching you offguard when it enters inside you. Gasping so loudly, it felt a weird good.

Your legs expand while your slowly thrust yourself up, allowing his tongue to get deeper.

Wanting to feel more, you could even cum from this alone. Jaemin saw how restless you began to act, moving in ways just to feel him deeply in. You want this so bad.

"J-Jaemin.. need more.." whining like a baby, not being to handle it.

The incubus was hard as ever, cock growing each second as you beg for more. He brings his clothed cock against your thigh and brushes it above, wanting you to feel how he's become, for you. Never have felt something so hard before, wandering how it would feel once its out.

Pulling his huge cock out as you admire the length and size. Excitment builds all over your body, core throbbing for it to enter inside.

He watches your reaction with a smirk, catching you offguard by grabbing firmly on to your legs, putting them above his shoulders.

The intrusion came suddenly, a push you could feel in your guts. He was large, growing more inside of you. You're melting into the pleasure, slowly losing it as he thrusts inside a few times. Eyes clenching, hand gripping on the sheets to hold yourself.

His hand gripping on your thigh, delivering much more fast paced thrusts. It's absolute silence in the room, until Jaemin speeds up more and more, filling the room up with sounds.

"Do you hear that?" His pace becoming faster, closing his eyes from the pleasure of being inside of your warmth, infiltrating your hole like your a fuck doll showing zero mercy on how your coping.

The clapping sounds as his cock hits against your core, hitting all part of your body.

He lowers his body to find his lips against your ears delivering a cold whisper, "Jeno's favourite sound."

Your hands clutch tightly on the sheets, biting down your lip at hearing that. Getting fucked to a new dimension with a incubus while imagining Jeno doing this to you.

What a dream.

It's like the incubus knows you inside out, know what tickles your brains, knows what words to say to drive you to the blink of insanity. Almost like he knows your body than you do.

He chuckles knowing how this gets you going and doesn't stop, making sure you feel him in every bone of yours.

Jaemin released an animalistic growl, shooking you completely.

"Like the way I fuck? Fuck you deep in the guts while you think about Jeno?"

His eyes turning scary yet making you feel so much pleasure, can't help but think of him destroying you fully. You love the feel of him and his cock.

"F-Fuck yeah... Jaemin... yes!" Moaning out like a crazy person, He chuckles at your reaction as he hits against your skin, slowly pulling out to deliver slower strokes.

Rolling his hips and pushing himself inside out, slowly watching your face and mouth parting in pleasure.

"Fuck, feels so..."

Watching how your eyes below see him pushing himself slowly in you, sensing how you tighten the hold against him with your thighs. You want him there, want to feel his inches expand more.

"My kind would love you," Blurting randomly making you think if they're also just as good as Jaemin.

"T-They would?" You curse internally feeling yourself cum at any second.

Jaemin sensing how you're clenching his length in, hissing at how pleasurable it feels for him.

He sends a brief smile before he pushes himself in harder, with each thrust hitting your spot inside, "Yes, pretty little human who begs to take cock.

"Loves cock, deep enough to wreck your entire being."

"Obedient human whore who fulfils the dreams of us demons..

"Fuck! Gonna cum.."

Jaemin felt yourself climax all over his length, nearing his own when he removed his cock out. Lowkey wishing he had left it in, to coat your walls up.

"Shit," He beings to curse under his breath ss he splatters his cum all over your heaving chest. The cum beginning to make it's own trail down your stomach and thighs.

"Did so well for me.."

---

Waking up felt like a blur. Mind to dazzled to even think straight. Was it all a dream? You don't recall properly. But whatever it was, you felt it. Almost like it was real, it had to be. unknowing your body can react in many ways.

It's been days since your encounter with the incubus, never seeing him ever again. You do tend to get thoughts of him occuring weirdly.

Taking you back to the time how well he fucked you, made you feel a whole different experience. The thought of is still makes your thighs clench.

You still carried on listening to the subliminal ensuring to gain the best results. You'd be seeing Jeno in a few hours and honestly, you're excited.

He's your crush after all. You'd be lying if you said you wasn't nervous, Jeno always had this strong hold on you.

And now finally you will be around him, all alone.

You made sure you wore your best cute fit on, the skirt definitely made your ass look plumped

And now you're here. Inside Jeno home, something you have always wanted to see. Playing on a movie in the background, he buckles up closer to you making you feel tensed already. Having Jeno at this proximity drives you insane.

"You okay?" Jeno asks.

"Yeahh, why?"

"You seem distracted," He notices, eyeing how you haven't been watching the movie much.

To be honest, all you kept thinking of is how it would be later, will you embarrass yourself infront of your crush? God you hope not.

"I'm f-fine, it's just..." your face is getting heating up already as you look down.

Fuck. That look drives Jeno insane.

"Aw, are you blushing?" Lifting your chin up to meet with his gaze.

"Don't do that, it makes me hard."

You feel like the air just got sucked out of you. Did he really just.. say that? Blinking awkwardly not knowing what to respond.

Jeno cannot take his eyes off you despite the movie on in the background, the way you strut over his home with a cute crop top and skirt, already has him going feral.

He laughed watching you react, turning to lean back to his usual spot. You felt somewhat relief he was playing. Yeah right.

He's known for being extremely flirtious which clarifies the statement once he does the following thing, "Want a snack?"

You look towards him and nod, only to see him place a popcorn directly in his mouth as you watched in awe.

"Come take it then," He smirks, putting his hands behind his head as he leans down on the couch.

Watching how flustered you seem already you can't deny how hot he looks right now. A surge of unknown confidence arises within you as you approached closer, face hitting his. Titling your head to dive in further only for Jeno to swallow the popcorn, capturing a kiss between your lips.

Grabbing you by your waist, pulling you closer as your kissing grows more. Almost like you both yearned for a taste, finally able to. Your lips felt so soft to Jeno, always admiring how plumped they've looked every time.

"Sit on my lap," He pulls away to breathe as he spoke, following up as you place yourself above him, without thought straddling him as the kissing continues.

Your skirt rid up exposing your bare ass, earning a harsh slap from Jeno's hand. "Needy girl, already wanting to cum on me?"

Keep moving back and forth letting yourself feel his thigh all up you, it feels amazing. His hands gripping on your hips as he straddles you faster with his pace.

"S-sorry..." Biting your lip hard, allowing him to move you with his pace yet trying to feel more.

"Skirts..." He groans as he looks down at the way your pretty skirt looks. Ever since you entered all that was Jeno's mind was how sexy you looked. His eyes focused below making you feel slightly shy in his hold.

Fingers grazing your thigh following near your core, a gasp running out of your mouth at the touch.

Closing your eyes only to recall the moments with Jaemin. The way his tongue went up against your wet core, intruding it's way inside of you. Fuck.

Your eyes still closed immersing the similiar feeling, already feeling in a rush for something more, bigger to come.

"You wore this skirt for me, right?" His tone turning deep, finger brushing past your with circles, "Wanted my attention that bad?" Sudden feeling of his finger entering inside your wet core, sliding in and out.

"Mmmmm..." moaning out from the pleasure being received. Thrusting yourself with the finger trying to chase the orgasm, reminding you of Jaemin.

Remembering how the incubus's reaction was seeing you chase for your pleasure, finding it cute.

"You definitely got my attention," Already clenching on his fingers about to feel yourself cum, Jeno fastens his speed watching you nearing.

He loves how incredibly wet you've become, all for him. He thought.

You look so cute to him already feeling worn out by your orgasm that rides throughout your body, cumming straight on his fingers when you released.

But you're craving more. So much more, that you begin to remove Jeno's pants like a starved animal. Surpised by your reaction, joining in as he pulls down everything, his hard cock springing out.

"I need your cock. Right now." You demanded. No idea where this sudden confidence has come from but knowing this is exactly whats needed right now.

"Fuck," Jeno groans, pushing you down on all fours on the couch. Watching you remove your panties down, skirt hitched all the way up with your ass in display.

Your needy thoughts coming, not being able to wait any longer. Your back completely arched, pulling yourself back close enough to give his cock a few rubs with your hand. Just soon after, trying to place it inside of yourself.

You backed on him as you felt himself fully insert inside of you. Jeno groans so loud, his cock finally getting inside of something, getting some action.

"You're so fucking sexy," He groans loud, watching how you back yourself up with his cock swallowing it up each time. Jeno tilts his head back, lip biting at the pleasure he's getting from you.

You felt so nice wrapped around him, he's fucked many girls but no one had the confidence like you. Normally he's the one to lead but this time it's you, begging to feel him in your hole, taking him in like a good girl.

Jeno grabbed tightly on your hips as he thrusted himself on you, both moaning together as he works his cock in, "Shit, feels so good..." you gasped.

You love Jaemin's cock

Suddenly a thought comes in to your mind. All you can think of is Jaemin, how nicely his cock penetrated your insides, fucking it all up.

You can't get rid of the thought of his burning eyes watching you take him all in with no complaints, like you're made for him. Only you can take it.

Beginning to feel this pent up frustration rise up within yourself, you shout out. "Give me more! Harder!"

Not even knowing what you even expected yourself. You just wanted to take everything, you wanted to experience Jaemin again.

"Harder?" Jeno spoke as he leaned forward, dragging you back as you felt him push you harshly against his thighs, balls smacking behind you loudly.

"More! More!" You screamed.

"Knew you shy bitches were freaks." Jeno speeding as his arms grip stronger down your hips, making sure he delivers deeper strokes.

Sweat dripping on both bodies, your wetness stirring emotions inside of him.

Your eyes are closing up, almost like feeling like your body is losing touch with itself. Everything around you felt hazy. All you can think of in this state was Jaemin.

The tip of his throbbing cock hitting your spot, the overwhelming pleasure hitting your entire body. "Walking around like a uptight virgin but fucking like a pornstar, who taught you this?" His hissed.

He seriously wonders how you are this good. Have you fucked around a lot? Just couldn't believe how the campus shy girl who barely maintains eye contact fucks like a pro.

Was you this receptive to others? Let their cocks see how nice your cunt feels, to be wrapped around you?

His hands made its way to your chest, top raised up exposing your perky breasts. Cupping them in his hands once again. The pleasure of his cock and him touching your breasts was heavenly as you moaned.

He yanks your hair back with force, a whimper escaping from your mouth escalating the pleasure.

His mouth attaching itself on your neck giving small pecks, softly before his sore body penetrates you further.

The pleasure begins to feel immense, body losing its balance as you fell. Jeno turns you around being face to face, wanting to admire your pretty face.

For a moment, you swore you saw Jaemin. His hungry eyes spreading your swollen thighs open, positioning his cock back inside.

Puppy eyes as you watch how the cock slides back and forth, moistened with your wetness. God how do you manage to look so innocent yet be so filthy, Jeno wondered.

It's what arouses him furthermore, watching him like you've never seen such a cock before. Boosting his ego knowing he gets to witness you in this way.

"Fuck I'm close," Keeping his eyes on yours as he grunts. Giving you much slower thrusts, watching your mouth part in pleasure. Already clenching around his cock.

You wrap your arms around his neck, surprising Jeno at the action. Slowly pushing him down on your body, allowing him to fully crush you below.

Your hands grazing all over his skin, remembering the feel of how Jaemin's arms pinned your thighs roughly. All you kept thinking was having his huge build tower over you.

Even if it was hard to breathe.

He looks up only to put his mouth on yours, kissing you away with his thrusts. Both groaning mixed with pleasure and pain.

You begin to bite your lips roughly as he pants out, "Want to feel my cum? Need my cum in this pussy of yours, hm? Drillng his cock with speed that's making you seeing stars.

Your cries underneath get louder, legs shaking at how desperately you need to feel cum.

Jaemin didn't cum inside of you which did make you feel a way. All you imagined was how he would be the one who's giving all his cum inside of you, pumping you full.

"Please.. want your c-cum..."  You desperately cry.

And that's exactly how you felt when Jeno coated all your walls white. The thought itself of Jaemin cumming inside of you made your toes curling up, climaxing alongside with him. A feeling of warmth hits your core, something you've never experienced.

It feels so so good. You want that feeling to stay as long as it could. Your panting to breath out, legs shaking and aching.

It hadn't even hit you yet until Jeno speaks up, "Fuck, you did so well and took me so good." Planting another kiss yet on your lips, he can feel himself get hard once again.

It's ridiculous how he's feeling weak within your hold. He's honestly so impressed, being his best sexual experience so far.

---

You reach home with confused thoughts. At this point, you don't even know what you wanted.

Finally fucking your long time crush, the Lee Jeno. The one who you always admired from a distance, watching him interact and play, talk to a bunch of people, extremely popular even with the girls. The same girls who you wished you could be in place with.

You should be happy now right? So why do you feel unsatisfied and conflicted.

Feeling like you was literally under some influence despite not even drinking any alcohol. Why did Jaemin's thoughts appear? Why did he have to come whilst your fucking your crush. It made no sense.

Worst of all, Jaemin was on your mind the entirety of sex. You basically used Jeno to get off about Jaemin, fuck! That's like so messed up.

How could you do this? Do this to Jeno?

Feeling a incoming headache just by finding reasonings as to what's happening with you. You have so many questions. Yet no answer. Except one person could.

Jaemin.

But you haven't ever seen him since that day, possibly he may never return. Especially when the deal was done.

That's until you heard a particular loud thud in your room. Rushing in fear of someone possibly breaking in, only to find Jaemin, the incubus. The incubus who's been tormenting your mind.

"Hey pretty, missed me?" Plastering a pleasing grin across his face, approaching you.

Your fear subsided, letting out a deep breath as you begin to compose yourself. Your mind going back to his said question, deeply you felt a tug. You did miss him.

"Jaemin.. you scared me." You sighed, it was so unexpected to visit. Deep down you was glad to see him once again because you thought you never will.

He walks over to you as his hand makes contact with your cheek, "Sorry princess. Are you okay?" He feigned concern.

God he was so caring, always wanting the best for you.

You're not okay. All you think of is Jaemin even whilst being with Jeno. Does that mean your catching feelings...

You look so distressed yet so adorable he thinks, the way your brows furrow and eyes close as if your fighting against something.

"I don't k-know what's wrong with me.." Feeling ridiculous about what your experiencing yet humiliated to mention. You don't even realise your mumbling your words, body moving in itself.

"I-I was with Jeno and I t-thought.." You stammered your words trying to explain to him what exactly is going on.

"That's the problem," Jaemin speaks up as his hand goes above your head giving gentle strokes.

"Who told you to have thoughts, pretty?" He laughed.

His tone sounding completely condensending, like he is mocking everything you've mentioned. Your stomach begins to drop at the discomfort that's brewing inside.

His face connecting closer, darkness emitting his deep eyes, shocking you with his words with a deep tone, "You don't have thoughts, I think for you. Don't you understand?"

Your eyes widening with a tint of fear behind. What's wrong with him? He's never acted in this way, his whole demeanour changed within a split second. Terrfied.

The very look that gives the incubus such satisfaction. His hand raising as he lifts your chin up, your body jolting within his touch.

"Dumb little human. Stooping low enough to bargain your soul," Having the same grin that's always plastered across his face at this moment is sickening to see.

He's the true epitome of a demon.

"Y-You.. did.. this?" Voice shaking from the absolute reality of this incubus. The very Jaemin whom you considered to be helping you this entire time was doing the opposite.

"I did nothing." His tone refusing to acknowledge his doings, remaining composed.

The sudden sounds of multiple voices begin to erupt inside your ears, sounding exactly similiar to what you've always been listening to.

The subliminal.

Your eyes begin turning hazy, almost like you can't see a thing ahead. Trying your best to maintain open eyes as you blink, yet failing to do so. Your mouth deprived from thirst, causing dryness. The whispers escalating more and more, until you become accustomed to it, pulling you into trance.

Jaemin coos, watching the state you've become. The very thing he had always wanted. Such a poor sight to witness.

Who owns you?

Jaemin.

What are you good for?

Being Jaemin's whore.

Your body is?

Jaemin's property.

Who fucks and uses you?

Jaemin fucks and uses all my holes voluntarily.

My favourite hole?

The ass.

"See?" His hand brushing along your face, "I taught you so well, didn't I?" You nodded.

Jaemin had those messages hidden quite well, no one could have even guessed. He managed to put those messages in reverse. Knowing no one would ever consider checking. Sneaky. Humans are fucking stupid, after all.

He's come across many willingly wanting to do things, selling their souls for person. It's ridiculous but it works.

He convinced you he was only to help. And you being the mere foolish human.. fell for it.

Targeting weaknesses was his thing. He knew how badly humans lacked affection, craved it whether it's from the right or wrong individual.

And he was right, which lead him to make the subliminal in the first place. Coming out to enter his human form, creating a perfect subliminal to make everyone his slave.

It was a shock to him also at first, but each time his hunger grew larger. His lust never settled down only expanding. To know he has the human power in his hand and the best way to use it against them?

Their minds.

And here it is, your own mind being your own enemy.

Soon after your body began acting on its own. Almost vibrator stuck inside of you throbbing continously at the highest setting. You're not used to this intensity, which makes Jaemin want to watch you suffer just a little bit.

Your nipples erecting on its own, begging to be touched. The growing need of having a cock inside of it worsens. You need something. You need Jaemin.

It's beginning to feel so painful, even when your palm hits you core you cannot take it. It's painful to touch. Your body making reactions as it gets worse, pleading eyes looking straight ahead.

"Jaemin. Touch me." You begged.

"Hm?"

"Please!"

"How does it feel?" He asks, as if he can't see the ultimate mess you're becoming. Clearly telling of how your body is reacting, begging to feel a cock.

"S-so good." You breathe out.

"Oh? Doesn't seem like it." He shrugs, ignoring your reactions.

Taking a deep breath upon his words. How could he not see your struggling? The hand on your cunt is full of slick, dripping beneath your thighs.

Cries becoming louder, moving back and forth against your own palm. It's embarrassing at this point. But you cannot help it.

Your moans coming from the mouth, getting closer to a particular feel, "It's not good enough.."

Oh Jaemin is very well aware of that. From the moment he picked you all he ever thought was how much prettier you'd look begging for his touch. To the point of feeling like there's no other, only Jaemin.

The way you were oh so very innocent at the start, barely having knowledge on what you were expected to do. So naive yet compliant.

It pleasures him to see you to see you have a look of distress and begging. Licking his lips at the sight of you when he gazes you down.

Suddenly his hand roams against your thighs, causing a shiver throughout. His finger moving in circles whilst his eyes locked against yours, "Let me make it good.." He offers you despite withholding touch from before.

The throbbing escalates, your body muscles tighten at the lingering touches of him. Moving all the way up, meeting the core. You sat down, legs subconsciously opening wider as each finger grazes past your core.

Though Jaemin had no intention of ever putting those fingers inside.

"But not in this way.." He slowly teases making you think he's backtracking once again. Causing more frustration. Only to find him reach lower against you, his breath sending tingles over your core.

Your eyes rolling, awaiting to give you want you desperately needed. His tongue.

"Look at this hole," He delivered a slap causing you to whimper as you bite down your lips.

His eyes fixated above as he watches, smirking when he continues to slap. He can see how each time he does, your needy hole clenches so fast.

It's begging for intrusion, desperately wanting to swallow his finger inside.

Jaemin's mouth attaches towards your neck, giving little pecks before he moves against your lips. Your eyelashes were fluttering with the feeling itself making you feel so so good.

Moving back against the side of your neck, sending a cool whisper, "I didn't like how swollen your lips were from him." A tint of posessiveness showing from his side.

He noticed ever since you walked in how pink and swollen they were.

He drags his mouth against your jaw before he sends a quiet whisper, "So I'm going to make them bleed."

Trailing his lips further up as he reaches the place once again. This time with much more force, the kiss turning aggressive.

He kissed you like you're his first ever meal, hungrily. Tongues moving against each another's before he bites, causing you to moan straight inside his mouth.

It hurt so good. You didn't realise when you gasped, Jaemin pulled away slowly before licking the remains on the blood formed on your lower lip, "Better."

God did he look strikingly with bloody lips, watching him lick his entire lip, tasting you.

Not even having a chance to react, he turns you around hastily. Excitement stirring throughout your body.

Your holes are begging for some kind of action. You're a mess. Looking back at him with teary eyes, "J-Jaemin, it's moving.."

Instead, ripping away your skirt he exposes your ass. Specifically the hole. His eyes widen full of lust. Your hole was pulsating away like it had it's own heart beat.

"Fuck.. you're begging for me.." Justifying at the action in front. It's you that wants this to happen, to let him do whatever he can.

The fascination as he watches how quickly your hole opens itself and shuts. You're seriously asking for it, for him to lose all control.

You pressed yourself against his ingrowing cock, moving it slowly all around only to hear the incubus's big growl. He knows what your doing.

Only to feed his wet lips attach itself against your hole, salivating all the wetness that's been present since.

He breathed against them as his tongue took a long lick all the way, "Bet Jeno didn't touch these lips."

You could feel his smirk behind you as he plants kisses above.

Naturally rocking your body back and forth, thinking when his long tongue will finally intrude it's self in.

"Humans. So pathetic." He laughed, undressing himself with his cock shooting out. The tip looking so red, the prominent veins showcasing above it, ready to erupt any given time.

His cock surrounds all over your throbbing hole, trying to take him in. He teases his tip all around allowing your wetness to coat him.

"Remember I said I'd make it good?"

Jaemin is hoovering above you, as you watched back only to see his huge thick cock growing expendiosly. You licked your lips in sight, yearning for it to enter behind.

His body falling over yours, giving small little licks all the way to your spine and above. Your arching your back completely as you bite down the whimpers falling from your mouth.

"Y-Your so nice to me.." It's like you don't even remember anything thats occurred. Being so fucking deprived, your complimenting the incubus when he makes you feel good.

The same who put you in this form of hell.

He laughs lowly against your skin, "Humans.. ah, my weakness. Thanking me even during my most selfish moments, do you not know my kind, yet?"

Just as you leaned back again, he thrusted himself inside. Both pushing yourself further as Jaemin slides through, you make it so easy for him.

You could feel Jaemin's entire body hurdled against your back, his tongue sending small licks around your earlobe before he bites it down. You're faltering already at his actions, coating his cock with more wetness you've produced.

Jeno was nothing compared to Jaemin. Jaemin had such a bigger cock no doubt, but it's almost as if it keeps growing once it's inside. Feeling like it'll pierce through your brain, making you literally fucked out of thoughts.

Your legs were shivering, not used to this kind of thing, not used to such a huge cock.

You'd never think an Incubus could be the one who destroys you, from mind body and soul. Doubting that anyone could even compare to this, Jaemin already making sure your completely ruined to even be used by others. Even his own kind.

"My perfect little human. Always complying to take my cock, right?" He pushes himself further, penentrating your hole like its nothing.

"Yes.. want your cock, want it so badly, want to be filled.. please.." Moaning away as you take it all, like you should. You're here to please after all.

He brings his huge hand as it cups your face, making you turn around to watch your desperate state, "What happened to the innocent girl who barely knew how to take cock, now begging to get filled?"

Enjoying the state you've become but that's purely because you sold your soul off to him. His inches becoming deeper inside as he thinks back to your stupidity.

"Dumb fucking whore, good for nothing but just another hole for me to slide my cock in. You should be grateful you were the chosen one," He snarls, gripping on to your hips with force enough to cause bruises.

Your thighs shaking frantically, your hole feeling swollen from his constant deep thrusting.

Getting pulled behind, slamming his cock with much force. Your cries are filling the silence of the room, wandering how much more deep can he get.

"See?" He whispers behind your ears, "You were never meant for Jeno."

He penetrates faster, as sweat is dripping from his forehead down to your body.

"Even when you fucked him, who was you thinking of during the time?" He asked cockily already knowing the answer yet wanting to stroke his high ego.

"You! Jaemin!" You shouted out, getting fucked out completely.

Jaemin's eyes close up brewing feelings of extreme lust, knowing he's the better option to cease. He opens his eyes before he laughs, "Exactly it shows your just made for me, pretty."

Your mouth is drooling as he begins to roll his hips, the urge to cum getting stronger as he continues. Only for him to stop.

"Fuck.. want to remain here for entirnity." He continued licking every inch of your body, goosebumps raised by his touch.

Your breath hikes up as he knibbles away in your much weaker spots.

"Jaemin, please fuck me." Whining at the loss of his cock.

"I am," He lazily thrusts to get you geared up. Only to catch you offguard completely.

His burning eyes making their way back to yours, turning you around as both your faces touch. A whisper escaping from your lip, seeing Jaemin this close brings shivers.

He's admiring your state of utter desperation. The weakness your portraying, almost like giving up. Like a child being starved from food.

Tears glistening your entire face, Jaemin thinks you look the prettiest this way. The wrecked up way.

Too stilled with each other eyes, a hand makes it's way down your core. Rubbing the the clit furiously. It's so fucking intense, not only what he's doing but his eyes piercing in your soul.

He's enjoying watching you wither infront of his hold. Only he can the power to do this. His speed increasingly getting faster, your thighs clenching unable to control the pleasure. It's a completely overwhelming state to be in.

Not only that, Jaemin's lazy speed grew back to his usual. Intense and overbearing.

Your thighs getting hit against one another with an ache, "Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I want to ruin you so much. Wreck each and every human part of you.." He sighs, angrily thrusting in and out of you.

"Want to make you mine, welcome you into my Hell." His fingers attached deeply on to your hips as he speeds up. You feel bruised already but hearing his words is making you clench around his entire length.

"F-Fuck.. I'mma cum.."

"Cum for me pretty." His thrusts gaining more strength, hands above your clit whilst he flickers it with his fingers.

You cummed all over his cock, eyes squeezed as you saw stars. Your legs trembling, burning with severe ache. Moans still leave through your mouth at how well you were getting fucked and still are as Jaemin continues.

His cock growing harder as ever inside of your hole knowing his about to finish off. "Want to be filled? Be my cumdump? Let me fill up your needy hole?" He groans deeply, lips attached near your shoulders.

You turn back with pupply like eyes, begging to feel him inside of you already. "Please  Jaemin, Please cum, cum in me Please.." Rocking back and forth with his cock giving it a final push.

Your begging is music to his ears. Your soft pleas, he can't take it any longer. His face dipped back on your shoulder releasing an animalistic growl. It was so loud, your certain everyone could hear. Never knowing how deeper his voice could become.

"Come on," Breathing becoming faster, take it for me.Take it all inside."

His cum splatters all inside of your hole, coating your entire inside. Some of the cum dripping below your thighs. Watching your ass becoming needy and sucking in the rest of his cum.

"Fuck...." He licked his lip whilst his cock remained in your ass, watching you yet clench against him.

Your eyes fluttering at another intense orgasm, body jolting all around. You both were exhausted completely.

"You're perfect for me."

Your phone on your bed literally vibrated right after, Jaemin being the one to turn it on.

Jeno♡♡ [01.00am] i miss ur pussy

Jeno♡♡ [01.01am] can we meet up tommrow???

Jaemin let out a huge scoff. Jeno definitely was out of the picture now, you've chosen who you wanted.

He deleted the message and tossed your phone away. He got closer to you as he whispered slowly, "All mine now.."

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[oblxvion]

MINDGAMES | T. FUSHIGURO

⇲ PAIRING: dilf!toji fushiguro x female!reader

⇲ WARNINGS: cheating, corruption (?), porn w very little plot, swearing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), fingering, oral (m -> f, f -> m), slight nipple play, pet names (doll, princess, baby, sweet girl, angel), throat fucking, use of "slut," "bitch (once)," and "daddy," toji is a soft-dom (ish?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, UNDER 17 DNI.

⇲ WORD COUNT: 7,736

⇲ SYNOPSIS: in which you're dating megumi and have been staying at his dad's places with him while you try and find your own place. you can't tell megumi that you've been feeling a certain way towards his dad because that's weird, right?

⇲ AN: guys i am so sorry this has taken so long but here it is finally! i'm so proud of this one tbh </3 please lmk if i forgot anything in the warnings! reblogs are appreciated!

You'd been living with Megumi for a while now; he'd urged you to stay with him at his father's home while you began looking for your own place. You were forever grateful for this gesture of hospitality; if he hadn't offered, you would've probably struggled to find somewhere to stay.

It was nice being able to live with your boyfriend. You got to spend even more time with him than you did before. You tended to find yourself coming home earlier from your job than he did, so you found time to cook dinner for you, Megumi, and Megumi's father, Toji.

Toji was undoubtedly an interesting man, you weren't entirely sure what he had done for a job since he seemed to be retired now, but he never really seemed to leave the house. You knew that Megumi had a troubled relationship with Toji during his childhood, as he tended to sleep with many women. It didn't bother Megumi that much since Toji wasn't cheating, and Megumi never knew who his mother was, but it was still weird to him as a child. As he grew up, he managed to rebuild that relationship he had with his father, which made you happy for the two of them.

Toji's features, on the other hand, you now understand how he got around so much. That man was insanely attractive. His piercing green eyes and black hair, that damn scar over his lip, his looks alone, were irresistible. His thick, buff, muscular body standing at his height is already intimidating as is, but damn, this man is a fucking asshole.

It doesn't stop you from fantasizing about him, though. Late at night, you found yourself in the shower with your fingers stuffed up your cunt as you pushed yourself towards an orgasm, with Toji's name at the tip of your tongue. You just can't help it and think about him and his cock, how good and experienced he must be. He would know how to make you cum and squirt, leaving you trembling, shaking, and begging for more. You loved Megumi; you did. He's your beloved boyfriend, but you can't help thinking about his dick of a father, and you felt insanely guilty for it. 

His actions didn't help the guilt you were feeling either. Of course, you wanted to impress your boyfriend's father, who wouldn't? Toji's hands would linger a bit too long on your hips when passing behind you, or he'd have a flirtatious tone when talking to you. Sometimes when he'd come back from a run, he'd take off his shirt and leave very little to imagination as he rummaged through the kitchen for a glass of water. 

He knew you'd look. That bastard. Who wouldn't look? You'd stare a bit too long, admiring his muscles and how formed his physique was. He'd catch you looking every single time, snorting it off as he'd turn to head up to his bedroom. 

Unbeknownst to you, Toji wanted you to look. He wanted you to look at him and get flustered by the slightest movement, smirk, or phrase. You were so cute, so precious, and he was almost jealous of his son for bagging a babe like you.

You weren't aware, but he'd watch you as much as you watched him. You had the perfect body, and it was so addicting. You'd walk around the house in those tight tank tops and tiny shorts, covering so little that it drove Toji insane. He just had to have you; he so desperately wanted to hear the pretty whimpers that would fall from your lips as he drilled himself so deep inside you — feeling you pulsate and convulse around him as you clawed at his back. He'd thought of it all, and it was getting to the point where it was unbearable. 

*

"I'm gonna head up to bed," Megumi announced, placing his plate in the sink. "I've got a long day at work tomorrow, and I'm already exhausted."

"Ok, baby," you smile, getting up from your seat at the dinner table. "I'll meet you up there, 'kay?" 

Today, Toji had been quieter than usual. Not being as much of an asshole as he usually is, and honestly, it was a bit of a relief for you. He sat down with you and Megumi for dinner, tuning in for a bit of the conversation but otherwise, he zoned out. 

You quietly hummed to yourself as you began to wash the dishes in the sink, soaping up the sponge and rubbing the excess residue down the garbage disposal. The sound of the sink running and your humming distracted you, so you hadn't heard the sound of movement from the table behind you.

"I can take that for y-" you were cut off, turning your head slightly to where the man was, but he was centimeters away from your face to your shock. His large arms had caged you between the sink and himself as he placed his plate in the sink. His cologne was overwhelming, the smell filling your nose as he looked at you, eyes secretive of his motives. You felt your face heat up instantly, thinking that your lips would have brushed his at how close he was if you had moved any closer. Toji's mouth curved up into a smirk as he leaned down to your ear, pressing his torso against your back.

You were short-circuiting. You couldn't even form a single thought. He was so close to you; he never did something like this. You were completely frozen in place, not being able to bring your body to move the slightest. His body pressing up against yours so nicely, you wouldn't have been able to feel his bulge pressing up against the fat of your ass if you hadn't come to your senses.

"No need to be scared, princess," His breath hot against your ear, one hand coming down and resting against your hip, just above the plump of your behind. The single sensation was electrifying; your whole body flushed up in heat from the contact. He barely had touched you, and you already were only thinking of him.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak. You knew this was wrong; you were dating his son. But you couldn't help but think about his hard-on pressed behind you, the way Toji had begun to move ever so slightly to gain any sense of friction suggested that he was painfully hard.

"You feel that?" He whispered into your ear, voice laced with lust and desire. "Yeah, that's what you fucking do to me, sweet girl." The grip of his hands on your hips was firm as he maneuvered the two of you, so his back was up against the countertop. Not once did his motions falter as he ghosted his lips along your exposed collarbone, occasionally placing an open-mouthed kiss. You could feel yourself melting back into his touch with his actions, an arm coming behind you and reaching behind his head, urging him to continue. You hated yourself; you hated that you were feeling good from this. 

"'M always watching you, the way you look at me, baby, didn't think I'd notice?" He continues, hands slowly and gently moving up from your hips and under the tank top you'd been wearing. His fingers ghosted against your stomach as they moved at an agonizing pace, stopping right below your breasts. "Always wearing those cute' n tight clothes of yours," he says between placing kisses as you arch your neck to give him more access. "Megumi's one lucky son of a bitch, gettin' to have you and this pretty body every night, lucky little shit."

Toji's breath hitched when he moved his hands further up your chest, coming in contact with your breasts instead of a bra. Then, cupping them, he used his pointer and thumb to twist and pull at your sensitive nipples, causing you to finally let out a whimper that you'd been trying to keep in. 

"Yeah, that's it," his voice low as he continues to tease you. "Make some noise for me, hm?"

Your whole body was hot, guilt washing over you as the last of your resolve wore thin. You now understood why Toji had gotten with handfuls of women; he knew exactly what to do and how to please them.

"Toji," you whine, arching your back into his touch. He let out a low chuckle before turning his head to meet yours, as if his eyes were asking you, pushing you, urging you to continue with what was clearly at the tip of your tongue. At that moment, you finally lost. The resolve that you were trying so hard to keep had completely collapsed. 

"Touch me." Your body was on fire; you didn't care at this point if it was wrong. The only thought going through your head was the need to feel relief, some kind of friction. The way his hands felt on your body, how they knew what to do and where to touch, you couldn't just let go of this opportunity. 

"Yeah?" He grins, one hand sliding down from its location at your breast to rest at your hip as his mouth moves ever so slowly from its place at your collarbone. Toji's movements don't let up as he continues to move up to your ear once more and along your jawline before his lips ghost over your own. "And where d’ya want me to touch you, doll?"

His lips were so close to yours that you could feel the air being blown between the two of you when he spoke, his stupidly pretty green eyes not once leaving yours as if they were trying to search for something. His gaze alone made you tremble, and his hands all over your body were not helping your case.

An idea sparked as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, keeping your eyes on his emerald ones as you grabbed his hand that had made its way down to your waist. You placed your hand on top of his, slowly guiding it down your lower stomach to the waistband of the flimsy pajama shorts that you were wearing. He watched your movements eagerly, giving you a sly smirk when he realized where you were moving his hand. 

"Here," you say softly, finally bringing his large hand to where he could cup you through the fabric. Even through the thin, cotton fabric, Toji could feel how wet you'd become from his actions, immediately boosting his impossibly high ego and making him harder than he was before. "Want you to touch me here, Toji."

Now it was Toji's turn to fall apart.

"Look at you," he groaned, chest rumbling against your back at the sensation of your pussy, warm and wet, beneath the fabric. "Haven't even touched you yet, and you're already dripping through the fabric? How naughty." He gave you a slight slap causing you to jolt up against his hold. 

"Fuck," you breathe, not realizing that you're moving your hips against his hand in the hopes of getting some sort of friction. 

"Easy now, angel," Toji coos as he begins to draw circles against your clothed clit, which again causes you to jolt in his arms. "So sensitive, Y/n. Does Megumi know how naughty you are?" 

"No," You shake your head slightly, your response earning a low chuckle from him as he removes his hand from its place at your breast and its position between your thighs. You peer up to him, slightly confused by his actions, but those thoughts were soon dismissed by him gently pushing you up against the kitchen's island. 

"'M gonna help you out, 'kay?" His voice laced with lust and desire as his hands position themselves at your waist, taking the waistband under his fingers. Toji was unbearably hard, his length straining against the confines of his pants. He'd been with plenty of women in the past — usually, they were pulled towards him like dogs on leashes, but it was different with you. Like you were the dog owner, and he was the dog, he needed to touch you, feel you, and taste you. "'Gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby. You got that?"

"Mhm," you whimper, grinding yourself back into him as you turned your head over to his. His lips once again so close to yours — the air thick with sexual tension, urging you to close that gap between you, going from son's girlfriend and father to secret lovers. 

The electrifying sensation of your lips on his makes you realize what you'd been missing out on. It made you realize that it was all part of Toji's game after all this time — wanting you to succumb to his words and actions so that you'd eventually be put in this position. Normally, you would've been upset and disgusted at this realization, but you were too far down the rabbit hole to care. You didn't care anymore if it was wrong; you wanted to feel his touch on your body, in your body. 

The kisses are open-mouthed and devouring as his lips feverishly search for more against your own. You feel high — your vision fuzzy and brain foggy as he whispers dirty words of praise against your lips as he pulled down your shorts, leaving you to step out of them as they pool at the floor.

His calloused fingers dance along the fat of your ass as he gives it a light squeeze before mumbling a gruff "bend over" and pulling his lips away from yours. You're confused by his actions but let out a yelp when you feel two fingers slide through your sopping folds. Toji's movements shocked you, not realizing how exposed you were to his hungry eyes. You could practically feel him taking in the whole view.

"This is embarrassing, Toji," you whine, burying your face into your hands as if to try and hide when your most private part was out in the open for him to see. You waited for him to say something, anything, to put you at ease and make you feel any less embarrassed than you already did but what you were met with were his fingers plunging inside you. You knew his fingers were thick, but feeling them inside and up against your walls caused you to squeeze down on the intrusion, earning a groan from Toji in response.

"Shit," He grunts, slowly beginning to thrust his thick and long fingers inside your aching hole. Your head was spinning, it shouldn't be feeling this good, and he's barely just started with you. It's quite understandable that his fingers would reach that particular spot unlike your own, but being able to find it almost immediately does not play out in your favor. "So fucking tight, baby. You think you can take my dick?" His pace is relentless, his fingers jackhammering in your pussy and out, not once faltering. The sound of the palm of his hand and your slick coming into contact echos throughout the kitchen, worrying you that Megumi may come down and see what his beloved girlfriend is doing with his father. 

"I can," you choke out as Toji removes his fingers from your swollen and throbbing cunt before grabbing your waist and placing you on the marble countertop. 

"Hm, you sure? You're really fuckin' tight, doll," He laughs as he places a chaste kiss on your lips before he opens your legs once more, giving him a better view than before. Your pussy glistening in the faint kitchen light, a strand of your slick connecting to his mouth and chin as he gives you one painfully long and slow lick up to your neglected clit. 

"I can, I can do it!" You cry out, intertwining your hand in his black hair as if you were trying to keep him from running away. His nose brushing up against your clit —bumping up against it perfectly, giving you the perfect amount of friction. Toji knew how to eat pussy, given his years of experience, but who knew it would be this good? This man was eating your poor pussy like it was the last meal he could eat, not letting one drop of you go to waste.

"Don't know if y'can." Your whole body was quivering with need. You can feel him remove his fingers from your hole before bringing his thumb up to your clit as his tongue slides down, circling and lapping at your fold like a dog drinking water. He was just so good; you wanted to please him. You wanted more than anything to prove that you were a good girl for him, that you could take whatever he gave you, that you were his good girl and his alone. "Why don't 'ya prove it to me, yeah?"

"I can," you stammer, "I'm a good girl, 'promise. I can take it." 

And with that, any restraint that Toji had flown out the window. He instantly brought his fingers down to meet his mouth, thrusting them inside your convulsing hole as his mouth ravished your clit. You taste so sweet, so saccharine; Toji can't get enough as he attempts to hold back a groan. The way you clamp down on him when his tongue flicked up against you made him only think about what it would be like to feel that on his dick.

You squirmed and trembled as his tongue pursued you, licking and tasting you. Toji couldn't help but rut into the air as if he were going to get friction at your reactions, he felt pathetic, but the way you were so desperately moving your hips up into his face had him practically falling apart.  

The hot arousal that had begun to pool in the low of your stomach was soon getting ready to burst, the coil threatening to snap; you knew you were close. Toji knew you were close, he could feel your body tense up against his fingers, a telltale sign that you were nearing orgasm, and he had to have it. He had to taste your release, tart, and honeyed all over this tongue.

"Toji, please, please," you sob, fingers gripping onto his black hair and attempting to push him impossibly closer as you near your impending climax.

"Hm?" Toji pulls away, his chin, lips, tongue, and nose all slick with your arousal and his saliva as he gives you a malicious smirk — his fingers slowly down their pace just slightly to listen to what you have to say. 

"Let me cum, please! Fuck, 've been so good, please!" He can feel your pussy, pretty and puffy, flutter against his fingers at your request, begging him to let you finish. After asking him all nice and pretty, of course he was going to let you cum — his need for it was just as self-indulgent as yours was. 

"That's right, such a good girl for me." He says before coming up to kiss you, his thrusting resuming its original pace as his thumb ghostly circled your clit. Your face contorted as he works you toward your orgasm as you grab behind his head to press his mouth against your own, tasting yourself in the process. "Go on, cum for me, yeah?"

You pull away from the kiss, taking your bottom lip between your teeth once more and biting down so hard that you thought you could feel blood. Toji curls his fingers up towards your g-spot while replacing his thumb with his mouth, and that orgasm finally snapped as you let out broken whines and whimpers. Your release coating his fingers as he laps up the rest, groaning at how sweet you taste, like honey even.

Your body twitches and trembles as he pulls his mouth away, savoring the taste and coaxing you out of your orgasm with his fingers. You had never finished like this; you felt like you had an out-of-body experience. 

"Fuck, that's it," he praises, your heart swelling at the remark as you rest your head on his shoulder. His fingers circle your clit gently as your body jolts and twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "You did so well, such a good girl, Y/n."

You peer up to him, giving him a tired smile before cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his lips. The kiss is needy, your tongue dancing with his as you pull him closer to you — an attempt to feel him on you once more. You were drunk — drunk on him. Drunk with the way his lips felt on you, the blazing and hot sensation his hands and lips gave you. You wanted to feel more of him, more of him touching you, on top of you, and inside of you. 

"Toji," you pant into his mouth, "wanna make you feel good too!" Your noises are like music to his ears that he couldn't get enough of; he wanted to hear more of you. You'd make sweet and pretty noises while splitting you on his cock, pumping you full of his seed. He wanted it all.

"Yeah?" He smirks against your lips, placing his hands under your ass, fingers gripping each cheek as he pulls you close to him. Toji picks you up and off the countertop with ease, connecting his lips with yours once more. He kisses you passionately, feverishly, as if he can't hold back for his life. Your lips are like a drug, a drug that he constantly wants and needs. 

"Mhm," you nod, "'wanna suck you off so badly, please, Toji!" Your begging and pleading make him twitch in his sweatpants and want to ravish you then and there. But oh, how he wants to feel those lips of yours on his dick, licking and sucking on him like bitch in heat. 

"Well shit, baby," Toji groans before sitting down on the couch beside you, maneuvering his hips slightly to get comfortable. The lump in your throat is prominent as he grabs the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down to pool at the floor. "Suck me off then."

His cock slapped against his abdomen, the tip touching where his tee-shirt bunched up. You'd seen your fair share of dick in your life, and you could tell that he was definitely over average size and slightly more girth than his son, your boyfriend, who was a bit smaller and more slender. On the other hand, he was well-trimmed — his balls hung low between his thighs as his purple-blue veined shaft curved to the left just slightly, the head of his cock glistening with a sheer layer of precum — you didn't know where to look. 

Toji felt his breath hitch when you reached over to wrap your hand around his length, seeing how much smaller and daintier your hands were to his own. He was pleasuring you before, but now — he was going to ruin you. 

"Shit," you whisper under your breath as an attempt to hide the moan you'd suppressed. "You're so fucking big."

You move so you're seated in front of him, and wow, from this perspective, he looks intimidating and mean. His gaze not once leaving yours as you spit onto the tip of his dick, bringing your right hand up to collect your saliva, spreading it onto his length. Your left hand cupping his balls, heavy in your palm as you stuck out your tongue, licking a stripe from the bottom of his shaft to the head — taking it in your mouth.

The faintest taste of precum meets your tongue as you continue with your movements, salty but inviting. Toji was heavy and thick in your mouth — you were already struggling to take him when you felt your mouth tense, lips burning as they stretched around his girth. The pain felt good; if anything, you wanted more. The feeling of his dick inside your mouth made you even more aroused than when it was in your hands. 

The thought of you being the one to please him, to make him feel good, was intoxicating. Every slight twitch of his hips — every grunt and groan that came out of his mouth had you fighting the urge to touch yourself too. 

Your eyes had begun to burn; you knew that tears would be forming momentarily as his tip had nudged the back of your throat ever so slightly. 

Toji knew he wasn't going to last long. His teasing you and pleasuring you earlier almost tipped him off the edge, which he found strange because usually, he'd last longer when it came to women. But with you, it was different — like you were some beautiful siren, and he a sailor, hypnotizing him to do your every will. 

He was entranced — watching how you took his cock down your throat as your tongue trembled against his shaft. Every time the tip barely touched your throat, he couch feel himself fighting the urge to take your head in his hands and use your mouth like a pocket-pussy. 

Your hand moved in motion with your mouth; the mix of your saliva and his secretion made it easier for you to bring your mouth up and down, taking in whatever he could give you. You could feel your eyes watering now, tears threatening to spill as you looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. You looked so good like this, pumping his cock in your hands. 

"Just like that, fuck," he groaned, hands coming to your hair, guiding you as you sucked him off. You watched him, eyes blown, looking into his green ones, wanting to see and hear every little noise you pulled out of him. His dick sheen and glossy with spit as he tightened his grip on your hair. "So fucking good, my good fucking girl."

Toji barely hears the whines and whimpers coming from you at his praise, but he sure does feel it around his cock as you pull off for a moment.

"Am I making you feel good?" Your voice soft, desperate for approval as you rest your head on his thigh, hands continuing to move up and down his shaft before you focus on his tip — causing his hips to twitch against you. 

"Shit, baby, so good," he moans, voice low as he pulls you up to his lips for a heated kiss. 

The kisses were open-mouthed and needy, him feeding into your eagerness with passion and desire — like fuel to the fire. 

"Wanna fuck your throat," Toji breathed into your mouth, thumb coming up to wipe your chin before putting it back in his mouth. He was losing himself in pleasure; you could tell by the way his hips had begun to buck up into your grip, as if it were your throat, or even better — your pussy. 

"'Kay," you smirk, pulling away from him and his lips before repositioning yourself between his thighs once more. "Do it then."

"Such a dirty girl," He laughs lowly as he intertwines his fingers in your hair, hands cupping your skull. His eyes locked with yours as yours don't leave his as you submitted yourself for him to use. This simple action had him holding back a moan as he guided your mouth back onto his cock. You could feel the tension in your throat relaxing as your mouth engulfed his tip — giving him complete control. He hesitates for a moment, seeing tears pooling, but the eagerness in your eyes and furrowing of your brows only pushes him to continue.

Your mouth felt so good — so warm and wet, making him moan at the thought of what your pussy would feel like as he split you open. The nudge of his tip against the back of your throat had you gagging and squeezing around him,

"Fuck yeah, baby," he slurs, drunk on the feeling of your mouth. It was so filthy — saliva dripping down your chin as he plunged his cock further down your throat. His balls slapped up against your chin as he pushed your head down to his pelvis with each buck of his hips. Toji's thrusts were relentless — your nails digging into his thighs, but he's blinded with pleasure that he doesn't even feel it. 

You look up at him through your teary-eyed gaze, his brows furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth as he tightened his grip on your hair.

"Gonna have to ask Megumi to let me use this mouth every once in a while," he smirks, voice strained. "Because, shit, you take my cock so fucking well, feel so fucking good, baby."

Fat tears drop down your cheeks as you feel him beginning to slow his pace to push you up against his pelvis but resumes it once he pulls you right back off. The biceps in his t-shirt bulge as he uses you, bobbing your head up and down repeatedly — the head of his cock hitting even deeper than before. 

"Y'look so pretty like this, taking my cock like the little slut you are," he grits, watching as tears pour down your eyes. You felt so good like this, being so useful to him as you aided him in his search for pleasure. Your cunt is aching to be touched — you want him to use you like the slut you are, his slut. 

Toji's hips begin to falter as his thrusts become erratic, chasing his impending release as the coil in his stomach winding up — begging for release. It's too much, the way your throat squeezes down on him, your tear-smeared face looking up at him, it's far too much.

"Oh fuck — Fuck." He groans, hands pulling you flush against his pelvis once more as his body begins to convulse as the wave of his orgasm starts to crash. "Baby, god, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming."

You feel it — you feel his seed, salty and hot, thick and smooth, pour into your mouth and down your throat. You can feel the underside of his shaft pulse as he pumps his cum, aimlessly trying to go deeper as if he wasn't already. 

Your hands come up to his thigh, giving him a light slap before he releases his hands from your head. You sat on the back of your calves, looking up to him as you swallowed the rest of his release — not letting a drop go to waste. 

"You're filthy," he breathes, voice laced with mischief as he comes down from his high before pulling you up into his lap. His cock twitches to life as soon as he feels how wet you are — your cunt is practically dripping when you straddle his lap. "Blowing your boyfriend's daddy, how naughty of you."

You feel your face heat up as you watch him take his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned and buff upper body as well as the metal bar between each of his nipples before bringing your lips to his, attempting to avoid his statement. Toji can taste himself against your lips — the kiss is quick and straight to the point — letting both of you know the needs of each other. He kicks his feet out of his sweatpants as he brings his large hands down to your hips, grinding you down on his cock, so the tip rubs your clit in the way that makes you whimper and whine against his hold.

"Want your cock inside me, Toji, wanna feel you so bad," you plead, hands sliding down to his chest as you maneuver your hips against him to feel that friction against your clit. "Been so good for you, please!" Your head is spinning; just this simple action and sensation has you begging at his whim once more — you hated it, but at the same time, you loved it.

You loved it because he made you feel so good. You loved it because he knew what he was doing with his fingers, with his cock; he knew it all. You loved Megumi, and Megumi knew how to please you, but with Toji, it was different. He knew exactly where to touch, what to say, and what to do that had you writhing, wanting, begging, and needing more.

Toji just couldn't say no to you — not after you'd done so well for him and asked him so nicely. He also couldn't say no to himself — his body, his cock was aching to feel inside you. To feel your walls pulsate and clamp down on him as he pounded inside you, tip brushing against your cervix with each thrust. He needed to be inside you just as much as you needed him inside you. 

He gives you a slight nod before taking your ass up in his hands, striding over to his bedroom as he struggled to shut the door. Toji laid you down on his king-sized bed — hands resting at your hips as he littered sensual and passionate kisses all up your stomach and lifting your tank top, leaving it to rest at your collarbone as he continued to press his mouth onto your body. His lips warm and wet from before — causing you to squirm under his touch. Toji's hands came up to your chest, cupping your breasts for a moment as if he were trying to imprint the feeling of them touching up against his palms in his brain. 

You looked so cute like this — so pretty, all ready for him. Your lips were slightly swollen and eyes sparkling with need and desire; it only made him want to ruin you more. It's not like he hadn't already — he's tampered and poisoned you with him. He has you drunk on him, on his cock, wanting to feel more of him because you just couldn't get enough. Just the mere touch of his fingers and the sensation of his body on yours set your skin ablaze. 

"Please," you breathe, arching your hips up slightly towards his crotch. He chuckled at your eagerness, giving you a slight smirk as he leaned back — spitting on his cock before giving it a few pumps and lining it up with your pussy. 

"Y'sure you can take me, baby?" His left hand came down to the side of your head to hold himself up as he tapped his cock against your cunt, causing you to twitch against him. 

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. You knew it would hurt, given his size and girth — eyes squeezing shut as you waited for the impending burning feeling that felt so good. 

"Look at me when I put my cock inside you," he grits, aligning his tip with your entrance. Now was his chance to ravage you, to ruin you truly — make you only think of nothing but him and his cock.

Toji didn't know that you were already too far gone — you couldn't form coherent thoughts at the moment, only thinking about him and how good his cock will feel inside you when he thrusts inside you with full force and no mercy. You'd been so good for him too, so useful and obedient. Now all you were waiting to see him lose it — for him to grab your hips and grind you up against his cock to chase his release.

You look into his eyes for the umpteenth time that night, your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down as Toji sheaths himself fully inside you with one thrust. His eyes never leave yours as he stretches you open inch by inch, hands resting at your hips. Toji stays there for a moment, hips flush against yours as he gives you a chance to get used to the feeling of him inside you and giving himself a chance to become familiar with being inside you. The way you sucked him in was intoxicating — the warm and pulsating sensation of your cunt squeezing down on him makes him worried that he's going to orgasm before you two even get started. 

Toji removes his hands from your hips, placing them on either side of your head — he had the perfect view of you. This way, he could pay attention to each and every reaction he could pull out of you. He retracts his hips slowly, feeling you flutter slightly at the feeling only so that he could fill you up steadily, just like before. The pace was steady and forceful as he thrusted into you deeply, making sure to drag his cock along your walls. 

"Holy shit," he groans, hands somehow finding their way back to your hips as he begins to pick up his pace. He looks down to where your bodies meet — watching as his cock slip in and out of you with ease. Toji's grip is tight as he begins to grind your hips against his pelvis, only for you to take control — grinding up against him as you bring a hand down your sweat-slicked body to your clit, circling it for even more friction and stimulation. "Oh god, baby."

Your fingers move from your clit to your folds, spreading at the intrusion as Toji begins to increase the pace. His balls slap up against the curve of your ass as he fucks into you deeper, feverishly as your body pulls him in for more with each buck of his hips. 

The way your face melts and body shudders as he splits you open on his cock makes him wonder why he didn't do this sooner. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze around his waist, pulling him so that his chest is now flush against yours — hands snaking down and around to grab the fat of your ass. You want to feel all of him; you want to be covered by his warmth as you pull him closer. And yet, you continue to grind your hips up towards him. 

Toji buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and strained as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses where your neck meets your collarbone, careful not to leave any marks. Your mind in a haze as he brings his face up to yours to where your lips brush up against his, occasionally touching to where he could swallow your moans — not once looking away from your glossy eyes. 

"Y're taking me so — fuck — well, angel, shit," His praises went straight to your cunt, squeezing down on him with those mere words. Toji, of course, didn't fail to notice this and smirked at how your body responded to him — he was going to take advantage of this but wanted to make sure that his speculations were correct. 

The veins in his arms bulge as he moves his hands from below you to right under your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest, giving him more access to your body as he plunged inside you without fail. This new angle gave Toji the ability to pound his cock into that special spot that made you see stars and feel fuzzy. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes — right there, please, Toji, oh god," you cry out, and for some reason, in that moment, you feel your heart swell — you felt the need to cry. Not out of fear or pain, but out of pleasure and sensation — he had finally corrupted you. It all made sense to you now. He had finally broken you down, gotten his goal to have you here in his bed, drunk on his cock like a little cockslut. He had broken you down to the point where you no longer cared about anything except for him, only wanting and needing him. He had finally won this game. 

"It's like you're made for me, baby, Y'see that? Such a perfect pussy, such a good girl," he pressed a soft but chaste kiss to your lips. His voice rough as he peered down to where his cock entered you, watching as he thrusted inside over and over and over — almost as if he were entranced. "My good girl."

Just by feeling how hard you clenched down on his cock, walls pulsating with just his words — his suspicions were correct. 

"Ah, you like that?" He cooed, voice promiscuous as he enunciated his words, pulling out and back inside you with force. "Like when I talk to you while I fuck you, hm?"

You can practically feel the cockiness in his smirk against your neck — his voice smooth like silk, you felt as if you were about to melt just from his words. The effect Toji's mere voice had on you was embarrassing — he had you clenching down on him like a vice as you struggled to form coherent words, much less sentences. 

You nodded at him in response, lip between your teeth as your hands came up to hold your breasts — eyes peering up to his figure as he slammed into your pulsating hole. The only thing that you could register was him — nothing else; the entirety of your focus was on him and his relentless thrusts inside you.

Toji could feel himself losing composure, drunk on how your walls tightened and pulsated around his shaft as he hit your spongy spot repeatedly. He takes your face in his hands, palms holding your cheeks as your legs rested on his shoulders for support. He needed to see you — see your face as he neared his orgasm. 

You could feel your lower stomach begin to strain — the string holding on by a single thread. Toji could feel it too; he knows that you're close. He can read you like an open book — the way your legs begin to tremble and your pretty cunt begins to flutter around his cock, revealing that you were just as close, if not closer, than he was.

"Oh god," you choke out, "Toji, I'm gonna — fuck — I'm gonna cum."

"Fucking hell," he grits through his teeth, pistoning his hips into you with even more force than before. "You g'na cum? Gonna cum on a cock that's old enough to be your daddy's?"

Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as you nodded stupidly — he had fucked you stupid. You were his toy — his and his alone. 

"Yes, shit," you cried, fingernails digging into his forearms as you began to succumb to the pleasure of your impending release — you were on cloud nine, your resolve now completely gone if it wasn't already. "Gonna c — oh fuck — cum all over daddy's dick."

"Oh fuck yes, say it again," he growled — the bucking of his hips becoming more erratic and needy with each passing second, a telltale that he was going to tip over the edge at any moment. As much as he wanted to fill up your corrupted pussy with his seed right then and there, he wanted — no, he needed to feel you cum around his dick like you had on his finger. He needed to see how your face would twist and contort as you reached your high, how your walls would clamp down onto him, walls palpitating as your release would drip and coat his shaft as he reached for his own. He needed it all. 

"Oh daddy, 'm gonna," you mewl, writhing your head from side to side as your orgasm grew impossibly near. "Gonna cum all over daddy."

"C'mon baby, look at daddy, wanna see your pretty face while you cum on my dick," he urges, voice needy and straining as he attempts to hold off his orgasm only for yours to come first. "Yeah, yeah, that's it, fuck."

You crack your eyelids open, vision blurry as your orgasm ripped through you — hitting you like a tsunami, washing over you with great force. You jolted and seized in his arms, his pace beginning to falter as you rode out your earth-shattering high. Toji can feel it; he can feel the walls of your cunt throbbing around his length and sucking him back in and out — his cock continuing to bully its way inside your hole as your body went limp and vision filled with splurges of white. He watches as you fall apart beneath him before pressing his lips onto yours, no longer able to hold back his release. 

Your hands entangle themselves in his hair, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as you literally feel his girth's underside pulsate and balls tightening — painting you white with his warm and potent seed. Toji's hip stutter and twitch as he releases his load inside you — filling you up to the point where a mix of your secretions mixed with his form a ring at the base of his length. 

"Y'feel that, princess?" He groans, rough and hoarse against your lips as he empties himself into you — earning a nod from you in response. 

You couldn't go back; you knew that nothing else would satisfy you now, not even Megumi. You loved him, you truly did, but Toji had you drunk on him. Drunk on how his hands felt on your body — setting you ablaze as his fingers danced across your skin, knowing exactly where and how to touch you. Drunk on the way he made your heart swell and your stomach flutter, how he made your legs shake and tremble. Drunk on how he made your mind go fuzzy and vision blurry with tears and flashes of white as he fucked you through your orgasm — everything about him intoxicated you to the point of no return.

Toji slides a hand between your sweat-slicked bodies, gently circling your clit as his hips slowed to a halt, calming you down from your climax. He pulled out of you slowly, watching as his cum dribbled out of your abused hole before pushing it back inside you with his fingers. Your whole body trembled, your lips swollen and puffy as he gently tapped against your pussy, giving you a mischievous smirk.

"Don't waste it," he winks, flashing you a toothy smile as you rolled your eyes sarcastically in response. 

You were out of breath — at a loss for words. Toji Fushiguro, your boyfriend's father, had given you orgasms of a lifetime. You just had sex with your boyfriend's father, and probably the best sex you've ever had — there was no going back now. 

What were you going to tell Megumi?

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cal how do we feel about priest kink. i want to ruin a holy man

LOVE priest kink. love love love LOVE PRIEST KINK.

cw: sacrilege, priest!choso (idk where choso came from but he as rattling around in there), corruption, loss of virginity, they fuck in the church, mentions of masturbation

i think about this and choso, who has only just started preaching to the congregation at 24. he’s still learning from the old pastor and his liturgies are still choppy and awkward, but he’s getting there. and he’s SO devoted in his practice.

he wakes up early to study the Bible, he stays after mass to take questions from the congregation and offer guidance, and he’s quickly becoming a pillar in your small community. there’s nothing that could shake his faith, that is, until you arrive in the church one rainy evening.

you’re soaked to the bone, looking like you’ve been standing outside with no umbrella for hours. you make eye contact with him, walk to the confessional, and step inside. choso finds you there, sitting down in the box adjacent and asking what your trouble is.

“my life has spiraled out of control,” you say, sniffling. “help me, father.”

he tells you to say the hail mary five times and repent and you listen.

you start to come by the church regularly, never attending service but always coming to visit with the new young priest. he senses that the church sets you at ease, that it takes a weight off of your shoulders. at first he thanks god for it. he thanks the lord for shining his light on upon you. then, as you spend more and more time alone with him in the church, he starts to grow greedy. choso starts to want to believe that he’s the reason you seem so relaxed, that being around him is the reason you seem to glow. it’s not the lord, but choso.

these feelings begin to spiral in him. desire and temptation come to a muddled head whenever he feels your thigh press up against his through the smock. choso finds out what it feels like to work silver magic between his fingers to the thought of you, locked away in his room beside a burning candle of the lord. there’s no greater release than the one he has when you’re on the mind. choso finds that even prayer offers little in comparison to the rewards of your body.

eventually, he’s giving in. choso succumbs to temptation in the empty hall of the church, behind the altar where you’d found him hunched over his desk. choso takes you there, in the holy house of god, and soils himself between your legs. his devotion to the lord pales in comparison to the admiration he feels when he buried himself inside of you, bunching his fingers in the meat of your hips and chanting your name like a prayer.

choso breaks his vow in front of the very eyes of god and then, he kneels between your legs and mutters a hail mary with his tongue pressed flat to your clit.

[touyastearss]

Intimidation (Shigure x F!Reader Smut)

Shigure Sohma x Female!Reader 

WARNING: dubcon, age gap, manipulation, corruption, loss of innocence, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, loss of virgnity, slut shaming, toxic relationship

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You find Shigure scary. He likes that.

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"Um....Shigure?", you spoke meekly, slightly nervous to be interrupting him during his work. He was sitting at his desk, body facing you and the door that you hid behind. The man sat writing had given you no reason to feel intimidated so far, always kind and welcoming, despite the distance you felt between the two of you that wasn't there with Kyo or Yuki, though you just brushed it off as being due to age. Shigure was, by all means, an adult. And that wasn't to say that you weren't- you'd passed that mark over a year ago, but Shigure was different. He was experienced in life outside your little village, known people far different than you ever had, and had so much more experience in life. Maybe that's why you'd always felt so intimidated by him.

Maybe.

You felt your face drop at this, you'd spent the last few days planning a movie day for the three of you to spend time with each other again, seeing as they'd both been so busy these last weeks. But of course, the timing had to be unfortunate.

You tensed slightly as he looked up, reading glasses hanging off the edge of his nose as he sat in less than professional clothing, though you doubted it really made a difference, to say he was a writer.

"Yes, Y/N?" He called out, voice laced with an expectant tone that suggested you might be wasting his time. You gulped, shaking your head.

"Sorry for interrupting you, I didn't-"

"Come into the room. I can't hear you very well through the door, believe it or not", he said dryly, a sarcastic comment that had your face heating up, embarrassment creeping through your body. You stepped inside, hands reaching to pull at your sleeves as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet under his gaze.

"Sorry, I was just wondering if you'd seen Kyo by any chance?" He didn't move his gaze from your face, and you had no doubt that your discomfort was clearly visible, but he made no sign of acknowledgment, instead simply shaking his head impassively at you.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't, though I do vaguely remember him mentioning something about going out earlier- Yuki too."

You froze for a second, slightly taken aback, before making your way over to his desk and standing awkwardly beside him. He leaned back on his chair, eyeing you with a scrutinizing gaze. You played with the hem of your skirt, a motion he picked up on quickly.

"Oh." You simply replied, shoulders slumping and a small frown on your face.

"Why? Am I not good enough for your entertainment? Too old and boring?", he teased, feigning offense with a clench of his heart.

"Oh, no, no", you protested, awkwardly shaking your hands in denial, "that's not what I meant. I just..." You trailed off, heart beating quickly under Shigure's gaze. He sighed, removing his glasses and folding them neatly beside his paper, before beckoning you over with a long finger.

"Are you nervous, Y/N?" The wholly confrontational question had you stunned, and you found yourself unsure whether or not to nod. You shook your head lightly. "Do I make you nervous?" You shook your head again, this time quicker, and in response received a light-hearted laugh. "I think you're lying to me. I think you're very nervous right now," he leaned forward, hands interlocked as he rested his chin on top, a charming smile directed your way. "And why might that be?". This time you didn't miss the smirk pulled on his lips, and you exhaled shakily as you looked into his grey eyes. "No answer? Maybe I should show you I'm not so scary, hmm?" He was silent for a moment, grey eyes watching yours in amusement. "Come sit here", you looked down at his hand patting his lap, eyes flickering back and forth between his devious smile and the gentle patting motion.

You reluctantly pulled your head back, avoiding his gaze as you looked up, but was taken by surprise when he pressed his lips to yours lightly, a kiss that hardened as the seconds passed, until you pulled back, gasping for breath. You stared at him, eyes wide in wonder, and he stared down at you, his own laced with lust. You leaned back in, hands grabbing his body as you clumsily kissed him, Shigure almost laughing at your obvious inexperience. His hands pulled at your clothes as you whined in his grasp. His fingers reached under your skirt, sliding along the thin fabric before pulling back with a smirk. "You're wet", he commented, a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched you squirm uncomfortably.

You'd never gotten this close with Shigure before; not even with Kyo or Yuki, and whilst you may have been physically innocent, you weren't blind as to what his motions insinuated. But for some reason, it didn't throw you off, it didn't scare you. Instead, you found yourself stepping closer to him, straddling yourself over his lap, and facing his chest.

"You know, I don't think you're scared of me after all. I think it's something else." His words only proved to confirm your thoughts, the shame in knowing your feelings for him were so obvious was too painful. You leaned into his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment as he laughed down at you, hands soothing on your back. "It's okay, baby," the nickname felt sinful on his lips, and you shuddered at his voice being so close to your ear, "don't feel embarrassed, you're too pretty to hide your face."

He reached down, hands finding their way under your skirt before skillfully removing your panties. He brushed his fingers lightly over your sex, fingers pressing down on your clit gently, making you squirm in his grasp. He tightened his hold on you, fingers rubbing tight circles with the bundle of nerves. You were heating up, tense body gradually relaxing in his caged arms as an undeniable pleasure took over.

Something about your inexperience was so delicious to him. You had no idea what you were doing, and he was prepared to use this to his full advantage. He wanted to watch you squirm underneath him. "You've never done this before?" He asked softly, hands trailing their way down your body lightly, and you shook your head again, body trembling on his lap. His touch felt good, it felt right. And you wanted more. But suddenly he pulled away, a frown on his face as he looked down at you. "Thought so. Guess I'll have to go gentle then, huh? Always a pain." He tsked, his act going way over your head as your eyes opened in panic. You grabbed the sleeves of his shirt, pulling his hands back to your body with wide eyes.

"N-no...it's okay. You don't have to..." You spoke softly, not wanting to be a burden to the man that had taken you in. You were sure you could handle whatever was to come. His hands fell upon your sides again, a smile taking over his face as he looked down at you.

"Yeah? You're gonna take it like a good girl?", you nodded quickly, "That's what I like to hear."

His fingers slowly dipped down, pressing gently as his fingers entered you, thrusting into you at a slow, steady pace. You stifled a squeak at a particularly good thrust, hands jumping up to clamp over your mouth in sheer embarrassment. You prayed he hadn't heard it as his fingers worked their way in and out of you, but the sudden stop told you otherwise.You looked up at Shigure with a confused, desperate look, hips moving desperately to regain the feeling he had taken away, and this time you couldn't hold in your whine when he pulled them out completely.

You felt your body tightening up, legs shaking uncontrollably at the sudden intense feeling."Oh my God, stop, Shigure, 's too much, please", his speed increased as his eyes lit up cruelly, pulling your gaze to meet his as you continued babbling your pleas. "Shigure, no, I think, ah, I think I'm-"

"Why?", you asked, tears of frustration soon going as you saw the look on his face. He was utterly unimpressed, displeased and he looked irritated.

"So now you want to make noise?" he questioned, eyebrows furrowing harshly. "Don’t try that again. I want to hear you, understood?" You nodded dumbly, surprised at the revelation, but for some reason, he still looked displeased. "I said," he pulled his fingers together, lightly slapping at your clit, causing you to jolt in his hold, "understood?".

"Aah- yes, yes, understood, Shigure, I'm sorry", you cried out moaning when his fingers re-entered you without a word, harshly prodding deep into your pussy.

You came with a scream so loud it would have left you mortified had you been focused on anything other than your release. Shigure's eyes rested on your face the whole time, cock aching badly as he watched your eyes roll back. You panted heavily, body loose as Shigure shifted you to sit above him. "That was good, right? So now you're gonna make me feel good, right baby?" He mused, and you nodded dumbly, mind sluggish in your post-orgasm haze. "Yeah?" he breathed our, "Good girl". He reached down, letting his cock free and guiding it to your slit. He didn't hesitate, pulling you down immediately, and you moaned out again.

"Good girl, just a little more", you whined uncomfortably as he lowered you down on his cock, muscles clenching at the unfamiliar feeling of being full, eliciting a deep groan from the man behind you. His teeth gritted as you took him to the base, tears welling up in your eyes. His hands tightened around your waist, holding you in place.

You felt Shigure slow down, his rhythm faltering as you regained your attention a little bit, hearing the front door open. Panic set in as you turned round to face the man holding you, desperately mouthing at him to get off of you. You watched in fear as a sly look appeared on his face, hips once again lifting you up and down on his cock, albeit much more gently, as you heard Kyo and Yuki making their way into the house. You clasped your hands over your mouth at a particularly deep thrust, pussy clenching down tightly. You almost screamed as you heard footsteps approaching the door, hands gripping tightly to the table once again as the door opened.Shigure stilled completely.

"I'm feeling nice today, baby, so I'm gonna give you a minute to get used to it, yeah?", he held you there for a moment, your fingers gradually unclenching from the table in front of you as you got used to the feeling. He bucked his hips up slightly, and you let out a breathy gasp. And then he lifted you up, the drag of his cock against your walls agonizing. Before dropping you back down again forcefully.

"FUCK!", you shouted, eyes clenching as he created a rhythm, lifting you up and down with no hesitation. You cried out, voice loud and desperate in the otherwise empty house. You could feel his cock reaching deep into you, and he sped up into an almost brutal pace, hands reaching out to grab your breasts, kneading the flesh roughly before his fingers delved underneath; rough, calloused fingers giving you goosebumps as they played with your nipples. " 's too much, Shigure, please, please Shigure, too fast", you cried out, hands reaching to grab his arms as you shook. You whined as you heard him laugh, a condescending tone as he spoke to you.

"It's too much? But I thought you said you could take it? Thought you said I could be rough? Like a little slut." He emphasised the word with a sharp thrust that had your whole body clenching, eyes shut closed and jaw braced as pleasure took over your whole body.He turned you around, grabbing your hair as he pushed you against the desk, papers flying off the side from the force.

"T-too much", you cried, tears trailing down your cheeks at the sensitivity. You felt heavy and your body was tired, but Shigure didn't let up, instead drilling his cock into you harder at the sound of your cries.

“That was close”, Shigure spoke softly into your ear, fingers never giving up. You didn’t respond, earning a sharp slap across your clit that had you gasping in his arms.

"Shigure, do you know- oh, Y/N? I was looking for you", Yuki's voice rang out in the room, your heart pounding at every word. You watched as Yuki's eyebrows furrowed, eyes scanning yours as he took in the scene in front of him, evidently confused.

"Oh, Yuki, Y/N just wanted some help with some work, didn't you?", he looked down at you, eyes calm as you shakily nodded your head. You were about to speak when you felt two fingers pressing on your clit, a sharp intake of breath, stopping the words completely. You felt Shigure's gaze as he looked down at you, a faux confused look on his face.

"Hmm? Y/N? What's wrong?", his fingers drew circles lightly again as the two men stared at you in confusion. "I- I...nothing. Yeah, I jus-just wanted help with some writing. And I've um...I've got a bit of a stomach ache", you forced a small smile, fingers desperately clenching on the wood of the table as Shigure’s pressed harder, motions speeding up. Shigure cooed condescendingly, giving you a pout that had you clenching around his digits. Yuki nodded awkwardly, eyes slowly trailing down your body before he stepped out the door, leaving the two of you alone once again.

You felt him let go with you, a deep, guttural groan sounding out loudly in the room. Your second orgasm was just as good as the first, if not better. But as you lay, panting on his chest, a wave of realisation hit you. There was no way that was quiet. There was no way they didn’t hear you. What the fuck had you done? You could feel the tears welling up again, the shame was too much. Your breathing got quicker, full-on sobs racking your body. “Aww, baby, don’t cry,” Shigure cooed, hands enveloping your head to rest it on his chest in a firm hold. Your body shook under his, stifling your sobs.

“You want to come?” He asked, voice stern. You nodded desperately.

“Yes, I want it, want it”, you panted, his hips beginning to slap against yours. You knew he was close too, his hips faltering every now and then in his brutal rhythm.

“Fuck. Beg for it then, fucking slut”, he spat, his pace growing faster and faster. You whined out.

“Please, Shigure, please, I need it, please, oh my god” he thrusted faster, clearly taking your words as an incentive. You felt his hips stutter as he breathed out a final phrase.

“Come for me then, baby”

Shigure felt his cock harden.

Maybe he could convince you to go again.

[sleepysnk]

YES PLEASE TALK ABOUT WHATEVER KINK NSFW HCS YOU HAVE ABOUT JIRAIYA i swear to gawd i could talk about his gross sleazy ass all day long

a/n: I HAD TO WRITE FOR JIRAIYA BECAUSE HE IS JUST SO FINE. i also consider him the kinkiest man in naruto, so i hope you enjoy!

characters: jiraiya

warnings: canonverse, nsfw, smut, size kink, overstimulation, edging, slight dacryphillia, breeding kink, praising, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, slight corruption, spanking (?), some rough sex, daddy kink.

Jiraiya:

- now, where do i even begin with this man.

- jiraiya is fine as hell, and he’s literally the author of straight up porn. he’s also a man who knows the female anatomy very well, so expect this man to be very kinky and full of surprises. he loves to try new things, especially when it comes to you. he likes seeing what works and what doesn’t. you know, for research!

- i am a firm believer that jiraiya has a huge dick. i’m talking like 7.5 inches with some serious girth. it’s always poking out whenever he wears a robe, and i swear that thing floats when he’s sitting in the hot springs.

- jiraiya has a seriously high sex drive. he’s the type to last multiple rounds, and he gets horny very fast. do not provoke this guy unless you wanted to be fucked in the middle of the woods. he has no problem doing it. he will make it happen.

- this man knows how to eat pussy. i am not bluffing when i say it. he will eat your cunt out for hours, and he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking or pushing his head away. he loves to make you cum all over his mouth. seeing how much you squirm makes him even more turned on. he loves to overstimulate you, and hearing you whimper drives him insane.

- along with knowing how to eat you out, he likes to finger you while he does it. he has some really nice fingers, so he will reach all of the spots inside of you to make you feel like you’re going to explode. sometimes jiraiya will keep it nice and slow, while other times he’ll go really fast and leave you crying his name. the mess you make strokes his ego.

- i mentioned above that jiraiya has a huge dick, so i believe he has a size kink. he’s a strong and tall guy. he can easily press you against the wall and fuck you against it without worrying about you falling. he loves to see his fat tip spreading your lips apart. he stretches you to your limit, and you always feel very full with him.

- he will praise the absolute shit out of you. he knows how much you love when he calls you a good girl in bed, so he uses that to his advantage. his voice is so smooth and nice, so you’ll definitely be over the moon with his praises.

- “such a good girl for me.. you’re taking my cock so well..”

- now sometimes if he’s feeling cocky, or if you’ve been a brat, he’ll edge you.

- he’ll feel your walls slowly tensing around his cock, and he’ll just stop his movements. seeing your desperation sets him off. he loves to hear you beg with tears in your eyes to let you cum. he usually edges you once or twice, but sometimes he’ll do it three times. your sweet voice drives him crazy, and he loves whenever you cry out his name.

- he has a fucking daddy kink. idc what anybody says.

- jiraiya lowkey has a corruption kink. the idea of your sweet brain being taken over by him is extremely erotic to him.

- he doesn’t really have a favorite position. jiraiya can easily make you feel good in any way possible, so there isn’t a set position every single time. though, if you’re in doggy style, he loves to grab and slap your ass. he sometimes leaves marks on your skin too.

- most of the time, jiraiya is the dominant one. he’s hardly ever a submissive, so don’t expect to ever try and take over. he loves being in control, so giving that up would be really hard.

- the sex between you can really vary, but most of the time it is very rough. jiraiya is very nasty during the moment, so he grabs, squeezes, pulls at anything he can get his hands on. he also usually doesn’t play nice, and you’re sometimes left a tired mess once he’s done. he takes sex very seriously, and he expects the same from you. though, if you need a moment he stops.

- I STRONGLY BELIEVE HE HAS A BREEDING KINK.

- jiraiya loves to cum inside of you all the time. stuffing you full with his cum is always on his mind whenever the two of you fuck. there’s nothing more hotter than his thick seed dripping out of your pretty hole. he doesn’t like to let it go to waste, so he figures he’ll put it in a nice spot.

- he has the hottest grunts and moans.

- he’s so hot, he can fucking corrupt me.

[darkkalendas]

INTERLUDE I: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔭 , pt.1

synopsis: will you disobey him and be against your own principles, or succumb to him and lose your purity?

You look good.

You always do, specially in the bodies you use to practice, with those tight buns revealing your neck and the white skirts that show your legs. They give you an even more angelical aura, remarking the purity that surrounds you. He has been observing you for a time, at his classes, when you dance, when you drink, when you listen to his orders with such a determination to follow them. How cute.

You have been practicing ballet on this academy for almost ten years, and he has just incorporated a year ago as the choreographer for this years' function on the Royal Theatre and, also, the love interest of the ballet you're gonna represent. This first weeks, he's helping all of you to improve your movements, and deciding who will be the lucky one getting the main character and dance by his side. Suguru Geto is, after all, the most important dancer of his time. He has won an incredibly quantity of prizes, directed and participated in the most impresionant performances of the last year and tried to make ballet something attractive, something to practice, to watch and to enjoy. He was a referent for all of you, but you, you admired him in a way none of your friends could understand. He's always so nice at you in class, always smiling, always correcting you, always being sweet. Yours is truly adoration towards your now teacher, the one that walks between your classmates, almost reaching you, eyes scanning quietly your friend's movements, and arranging her feet with a little touch of his. He keeps walking humming to himself, and you can start to feel the heath on your cheeks. He's handsome, way too handsome to be standing there, analyzing your movements, with that sharp and deep eyes moving freely on your anatomy. He makes you nervous to fail. You've worked too hard to get this character, and dance with such a professional gets your legs weak with excitement. He stops by your side and you focus on your movements, rising your arms with elegance and spinning beautifully, almost sure that you made it perfect, until a pair of hot hands hold your waist, making you quiet. His presence is heavy on your back, and his breath tickles your neck.

"You still put your hips on a bad position when doing that spin." You feel how everyone has stopped to turn and look at your correction. You feel heat on your cheeks as you try your best to listen to what he's saying. His grip gets unnoticeablily stronger on your sides. "You can get hurt." Looking around, he talks higher. "Don't you all need to practice?" Everyone returns to their work routine, still giving you some side looks and talking between them, but Suguru is still on the same position, maybe a little bit closer. You can feel the pressure of his legs behind yours. "Come here after the last class, at eight. I'll help you with that, alright?" he gives you a side smile and a couple soft slaps on your hips, as if he was cheering you, before leaving for the next one. You turn at Nobara, but she keeps the gaze low, on her corrected feet. Feeling again Suguru's presence near, you start to practice the other movements until the class ends.

"He's such an idiot." Nobara says to herself when you three are already on the street. Even when he asked you to stay, there is still a full hour, so grabbing a coffee with your friends is the time killer for today. Megumi stays silent by your side, while you all wait for Yuuji to exit the offices. "We get you're a professional, but let me get my goddam feet used to dance after the holidays." Nobara was the last one to enter to the class, and she was selected between the second year alumni to play a secondary role in one scene because of the lack of veterans.

"He's just making his work since lazy dancers like you didn't do the stretching and exercises he sent in all the month." Megumi talks in low voice. "How was yours?" he turns to look at you. "I saw he was correcting your spin, but it was quite good from my eyes." his brows move when he talks, and you smile shyly.

"He's the professional, so he's probably saw something I shouldn't be doing." Yuuji opens the door with a sigh, getting closer to all. The first days of December are colder than usual, and the four together walk towards your favorite cafe, under your teachers attentive gaze, before he smiles and leaves the window.

Gojo's café is really near to the dance studio, and you and your friends consider the owner one more of the gang, even when he's older than you. It's not strange to find the five of you having a chocolate in the lowest hours of the café. You four enter, even when it's full of people and you know the owner won't be able to accompany you today. He smiles brightly when he sees you, blue eyes scanning all of your faces. "Let me guess." he says from behind the bar, while drying a couple glasses with ease. "Americano, green tea, hot chocolate and mineral cold water?" he asks, gaining a groupal nod. He winks at you and indicates you to sit in your usual table. Gojo quickly gets your orders and sits by your side, with a soda between his hands. You drink little sips of your tea, and Yuuji drinks his water fast, even when Megumi is asking him to not do it.

"I'm thirsty." he pouts, but Megumi crosses his arms.

"It can be so bad for your health." the black-haired adds, pointing to the bottle with a sigh. Gojo gets near you, whispering on your ear.

"You've been looking at the clock every five minutes and checking your bun on the crystal door. Do you have a date?" he parts and moves his brows up and down. You laugh.

"No, no. I just have to go back to the studio. Professor Geto wants to check one of my movements." Gojo sighs, and nods. You know they used to be near in highschool, but time and some personal problems took them apart. Gojo sighs again and drinks, going back to the main conversation, that lasts longer than the time you have. Standing up and leaving the exact quantity of the tea on the table, you say bye to all of them and leave the café towards the studio again, where some students are talking in the door. You hurry up to the second floor and leave your things on the changing room before checking yourself in the mirror one last time. You're nervous. It's not easy to get a masterclass with him. You're lucky he put his eyes on you. Knocking on your room, he opens, smiling when he recognizes you. "Enter, please. And close the door." he goes back to the table, looking to the documents of assistance record, body gracefully leaning on the wooden surface. His bun is totally loose in comparison to yours, and a lock of hair falls on his forehead. His body is effortlessly collocated in one of the starter positions, and, honestly, he looks so good you need to take your gaze away and pray for the blush to disappear. He closes the documents and smiles at you. "Sorry." he walks towards you, and you feel tingles on your skin. "Actually, there was nothing wrong." he admits. "You execute all your movements with perfection, so congratulations for that." he gets some steps closer. "I want to try the main scene with you." your cheeks get red again and your gaze searches bid with surprise. "You're my main option for the protagonist, so I want to see if we can work right together. Would you like to dance with me?" You don't know how to answer. Of course you do, you really want to dance with him and you feel too honored, but you just nod. You're too afraid to look dumb in front of him. He smiles. So cute just for him. "So, let's play the second act scene, okay?" you nod again and get on your position while he puts the music, quickly reaching his spot when the last notes of the previous one start to fade.

You rise your hands and your body falls to a side, where his hand catches it. Your mind focuses on the music, avoiding and deleting all the other sensations and noises. His nose tip slides along your neck and you get straight again, starting a quiet movement on the tip of your feet. His hands get on your waist as he follows your steps. His movements and yours get naturally complemented, as if your bodies were made to dance with each other since the start. You turn, dance gracefully around the studio, looking at your reflection from time to time in the big wall mirrors. Geto's touch is hot and secure, and he doesn't miss a step. You feel comfortable and maybe that's his magic. The piece ends and the world becomes full of sensations again. The sound of the streers entering from the windows, the touch of Suguru's hands on your thighs, his quick breath behind you. Your chest rises fastly and you try to turn around when you get conscience of the embarrassing posture you have him into, but he doesn't let you move, still gripped to you and breathing fast. Your reflection, in front of you, shows his hands caressing your legs and warns you about the proximity he's taking to your neck. "You did amazing." he exhales, and you turn your head a little towards him, making your skin touch his. He smiles for himself. "I knew you were talented, but us together... We are made to dance like this." he turns you around quietly, looking at you in the eyes and cupping your face. Isn't he too close? Isn't this too intimate and afeccionate for a teacher? "It's hard to get this type of connection." he whispers. "I've seen the special in you since the very first day."

You blush to his words, and your legs tingle and tense to his touch. It's the confirmation he needed: you're a pure, sweet and innocent virgin. Oh, to change you. To touch you on the most crowded places and to make you addicted to him. He would so gladly teach you. "You're special." he whispers. He has felt your eyes on him since the start. Admiration fulfilled them, and now, he's gonna be able to see if it sticks to professionalism or instead your brain is already messing your fanatism with love. It will make things way easier. His lips are almost touching yours, and he smiles for himself when you close your eyes, receiving his kiss on an empty dance room, with Tchaikovsky playing in the background. This makes a lot more easier his plan to have fun with you. But you still don't know.

My poor, you're too innocent for a man like him. Don't fall on his tricks, don't get used to his touch.

Don't try the wolf's temptation, sweet sheep. It may become addictive.

[junisfics]

The Worthy — Eren Jaeger (8)

Chapter Eight: Third Base Part Two

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Word Count: 10.8k

Series Summary: Reader is reaching a point in her relationship where sex is coming up in conversation. but she’s an inexperienced virgin. And who’s better to show her the ropes than her best friend Eren?

Chapter Summary: Reader shows up at Eren's with a newfound curiosity and asks him to teach her something new.

Content: Unestablished Relationships, Cheating, Smut

Content Warnings: Smut (Male Masturbation, Heavy Corruption Kink, Mentions of Virginity Loss, Oral, Light Throat Fucking, Spit Kink, Dom/ Sub Themes, Dacryphilia, Slight Humiliation)

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Eren was in a slump.

His head was full and foggy, and all his days were beginning to feel far too long but far too short. He couldn’t pick apart one from the next, he couldn’t remember getting any moments of rest or relief, and every second he spent by himself felt like a heavy blink of an eye. He couldn’t catch a breath, not even one, that allowed him to suck in enough oxygen to be able to hold the next exhale a little longer. 

But, in the truth of it, he wouldn’t be able to bear that kind of time alone. His head was swarming and his thoughts were running astray. He couldn’t manage to get his brain on a leash to keep it on track, on the little sidewalk he wants to keep it on. It just wanders away, and he’s stuck with these flashes of things he doesn’t — shouldn’t — be thinking about.

He’ll shake his head around, hair fluttering around his face and eyes squeezed shut like it’ll send all his stray thoughts out of his brain and into space. And it works, if he retracts himself onto a more productive task in enough time, that is. But if he doesn’t steer himself back in the line he wants, his brain will float off again.

He noticed and eventually realized that this funk that he was in only started a few weeks ago. Even though the days have blended together and it feels like he’s been stuck in place forever, he knows that it was only a few weeks ago. Because he can pinpoint the exact moment when and where his brain got thrown off track.

He noticed that his brain was off on a Tuesday. With his phone open in front of him and his thumb scrolling through contacts of girls — anyone — that he could message to help him take care of his problem, he realizes that none of them are what he wants anymore.

They just weren’t what he needed, and he couldn’t exactly identify why. He just knew that as he was scrolling and scrolling, nothing caught his eye. He had this moment, this out-of-body experience, where he was disgusted with himself. And he knew that they just weren’t going to do it for him this time, and so for once, he had to do it himself.

But ‘this time’ and ‘that time’, turned into ‘those times’, and he couldn’t count on his fingers the number of times where he scrolled through that stupid list of names or the fourth page of that tab in that incognito browser and none of the pretty faces caught his eye.

And when he was taking her on the counter that same day, with her silky blonde hair fisted in his hand to crane her neck back and her little legs wrapped around his waist, he realized that although he was balls deep inside of her, she wasn’t doing it for him either.

But on Wednesday, he realized why… and he figured out the origin.

That stupid fucking Sunday where you showed up to his house in the middle of the afternoon, throwing all this fucking weight onto him and expecting him to be able to remain composed.

He absolutely hated you for it. He hated that you were coming over every week, begging for him to corrupt you just a little more each time. Begging for his touch, his taste, him, all the while the intensions being for someone else.

He hated how your little whimpers and whines and your pleads and begs all flood back into his foggy head late at night. They mix and merge with anything and everything else that he tries to think of to distract himself, like dark ink blurring and clouding water.

He lies awake in the dead of night, eyes still wide open and his room appears grey over black due to how long he’s been staring into the dark. His pupils are fully adjusted and he can see his fan swirling in the center of his ceiling quite clearly.

But blurry in his vision, like a hallucination with the opacity turned low, you interrupt his lazy following of the wings of the fan. You’re atop him, twitching and shifting around over his hips, fiddling with your fingers and wondering where to put your hands.

He can see your bottom lip taken between your teeth, brows slightly furrowed in anticipation. And his hands are on your thighs, squeezing, feeling, memorizing; trying his best to figure out what he thinks they’d be like in person. His hands hover above his hips like you were truly there.

Then you’re naked, both of you, and your pretty tits are on display for him, covered in what he hopes to be his saliva. Your little cunt is grinding against the length of his cock, and he’s not yet inside you, but he can feel how warm and wet you are. Your hands are pressing into his chest, nails digging into the muscle, shaky and unsteady as you look down at him with your lips parted and soft moans leaving them.

It’s so wrong of him. It’s so wrong for him to be shoving his hand down his boxers, pausing before his fingers brush over the length of his cock, then shakily grabbing ahold of himself. He literally twitches in his hand, muscles in his stomach flexing.

He cringes at himself for taking advantage of your vulnerability. You’ve handed yourself over to him, placed your confidence on the same line as his criticism. You’re confiding in him, trusting that he doesn’t use your innocence and naivety against you to manipulate you into something you might not truly want.

But fuck. He was doing just that.

He knew damn well you probably didn’t want his head to be flooded with the thoughts of you while he was getting himself off.

He was using what you’ve given him — your voice, your touch, your taste, your smell — he was using it all to create and form this image of you before him. An image that had your hands around his cock, with the head of him pressing against your entrance as you hover just above him.

And he begins to jerk the length of himself slowly, steadily. His precum is sliding across his palm, slickening his hand and his cock as he continues sliding over himself, and God, he’s so fucking hard. He can feel the veins on the underside of him pressing into the sensitive skin and for a moment he swears he can feel his own heartbeat in his dick. The head of his needy cock is leaking and blushing a desperate shade of red, so damn sensitive and so damn deprived.

He can see your legs shaking, your arm shaking as you place it down to his chest to steady yourself above his toned stomach. You’re looking into his eyes, for he told you to not take them off him, and your lips are parted as you release little gasps and pants.

Eren squeezes the tip of his cock, and his breath gets caught in his throat as he sees your hallucination begin to sink down. You let out a tiny squeak, your brows furrowing together tightly.

And fuck, fuck, fuck, he hopes he can manipulate his hand into squeezing his cock the same way your little cunt would. He knows it’ll never come close, but my goodness, he can try to pretend. He needs to be able to pretend.

You’d whine and hiccup, fat tears swelling at your lash line as you continue down the length of him. You’re telling him, ‘it’s so big’ and ‘it hurts, Eren’. And he’ll comfort you, hands sliding over the plush of your thighs to soothe the pain of his cock splitting you open.

Every little choked up sob you let out, every clench of your walls as you’re filled with a cock for the first time has him groaning out and hissing to the apparition before him.

He wants it. He wants himself to be your first. He wants to be the one to make you squirm, wants to be the first one to fuck himself inside your tight virgin cunt. He wants to be the first one you adjust to, the first one who fucks your brains out and makes you cum around his cock.

Maybe he will be the one, maybe he’ll get to take it. And the idea of being the one to make you feel so good that you won’t be able to take anyone else without thinking of him makes his ego inflate. 

You’d cum all over him, squeezing him so fucking tight and creaming around his cock as he follows right after you. Because the way you’re trying to milk him of his release is too intense. You’d thrash around on top of him, beneath him, in front of him, with your legs spasming and fists clenching the sheets, crying out his name as he takes you over and over.

Eren can feel his stomach tighten as he blinks away your mirage, and he’s staring back up at the slowly spinning fan as he releases all over himself — thick and hot and whispering your name like the quieter he speaks the more excusable his actions will be.

***

The next time Eren gives a single fuck about which face is showing up on his phone is the morning after you and his fan were blended together above him; a week after you’d let his fingers slip inside you and you had begged him to let you take him in your mouth, but he had declined.

He woke up in a sweat, all events of the night before had slipped out of his mind. And for a moment, after he fully let himself indulge in the you that had formed in his conscious, his head was clear.

It remained that way for a while, even as he reached over to his nightstand and read over your message. But the guilt was overwhelming. It was sitting deep in his stomach, fizzing and gurgling, its bubbles popping with every letter he types back.

He’s not going to be able to look you in the eyes. You’ll know. The second you see him you’ll know what he’s done. You’ll see it in the way he looks over your face and your body, you’ll feel it in the way his hands tremble with guilted greed and shameful desire.

Eren swears you can see it dripping off his messages as he responds to you.

‘can i ask you something?’ You said.

‘course you can’

He knows you’re not going to ask about Mikasa or Sasha, not going to ask him to drive you somewhere or for help with school work. You’re going to ask him about the thing he most absolutely dreads but also is one of his deepests desire. 

He hates that you ask to ask. It’s just more moments where he has to feel his nerves twitch with nervous energy as he stares at those winking dots above the keyboard.

‘can you come over?’ You ask.

His chest tightens at your request. It’s not that he wasn’t expecting the two of you to meet up. In fact, that was exactly what he was expecting. But his brows raise into his forehead when you ask him to come to you, to go over to your house instead of allowing him to stay within the comfort of his own home.

It almost felt like he was losing an aspect of control. He was getting drawn and pulled into you like a fish on a line rather than the other way around. 

But he couldn’t let you know that.

He’d be damned if he allowed you to know that you had that kind of control over him; the kind that turned him submissive in a fight or rejection and had him doing whatever you wanted at a simple request.

But he guesses that fate is set in stone because his response to you doesn’t seem very convincing of his defense.

‘yeah, when?’

And then he watches those dots, flickering in and out like you were backspacing.

‘today?’

Fuck.

Eren’s abdomen still has a disgusting film of dried, semi-translucent cum that he had failed to properly wipe away from the night before. His forehead and the back of his neck were thick and slimy with sweat, and when he reached over the bed to grab ahold of a shirt to wipe the both away, he only smears a new layer of his half-dry-half-slick release all over his stomach from the shirt he used to wipe it off last night.

“Damn it,” He crinkles his nose in disgust and tosses the shirt back to the floor as he swings his legs over the side of the bed in aim for a quick shower.

‘time?’ He asks, throwing his phone to the mattress while he collects a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt. And when he returns to his phone, he’s greeted by another message.

‘now…’ 

He could almost hear you there, your voice getting all tiny and shy while your eyes dart around the floor to look for something to focus on. He likes it when you do that. It’s cute... passive.

‘send your address, i’ll be there’ He places his phone on the bathroom counter with a heavy sigh then strips down and slips into the shower.

At home, you do the same. The moment you hear your phone ding in response, you reach for it, flip it over to read his message, then throw it back onto your bed to hurry about your room for clothes.

Eren lives just far enough away for you to be able to have enough time to fully scrub your body clean of the past day and shave yourself smooth.

You hope that one day you won’t get so riled up before someone comes over to where you force yourself to be the most put together you can manage to be. You want to be comfortable enough with a person to not string yourself up on this taught rope of presentability; that they’ll admire you to the extent that anything you do will be found desirable.

It wasn't your fault, of course, it was theirs. Whoever ‘they’ are have managed to make the most natural and raw elements of being human into something that’s seen as less than.

You were just caught up in their little scheme and you couldn't escape. You were hurriedly shaving your body bare until your skin felt raw under the cool water from the sharpness of the razor and the micro-abrasives in your exfoliator. 

And you knew your hair wasn't going to be dry for the longest time so you pulled the showerhead down its little pole and kept the water cold to prevent it from growing humid and continued washing down your body.

The things you were doing for these — that (this?) — boy...

While you were doing a final rinse, when the water was turning colder than before, you had another one of those out-of-body moments that had you wondering what the fuck you were doing. And while you were staring at yourself in the mirror, skin still dewy with water, you half expected your reflection to laugh at you.

You had just finished throwing on the clothes you had gathered when you heard the doorbell ring, followed by a series of melodic knocks against the front door. You almost jump out of your skin and you swear you could feel your heart stop for a moment.

You didn’t have time to prepare yourself like Eren had. He had sat in the driver’s seat of his car, parked in your driveway, and staring at his hands that were gripping the steering wheel. He gave himself a minute or two to just think over how he’s going to handle himself subject to what you ask of him.

He had a few ideas on what you were going to ask of him, but only one stuck out from the others like a sore thumb. There were ones that he hoped for over others: like maybe you’d ask him to finally take it, or you’d ask him about dirty-talk or something. But this one was just… obvious. 

So in his head, while he was sitting in your driveway, he made out this little step-by-step plan for himself.

You had a plan of your own. You were going to straight-out say what you needed from him and hope he would give it to you, and it would be that easy. But the moment you swing the door open to see him standing there on your front porch… you freeze.

His bare arms are crossed over his chest, pressing into each other to make the veins in them swell from above his muscle, and his weight is shifted onto one foot as he plays with the pot of the plant beside your door with the toe of his other shoe.

His eyes flick up to yours and you meet him there, but not without noticing the fresh bruising in the shape of a perfect set of teeth around the collar of his tee-shirt.

You could physically feel your stomach twist at the sight, and it was no longer anxiety that was being brewed in the depths of your torso. It hurt a little more than that, it stemmed from your heart and sept down through your entire chest before dripping down into your stomach. Your heart was jumping around the same as it would, your breath was caught in your throat the same, but this hurt.

You wonder if it hurts him the same to see you with Owen.

Eren can see your vision get caught up just before your eyes reach his jaw, and sadly, he knows exactly what has made you shy away from him.

‘No marks anymore…’ He told her.

His heart sinks, not in the same way yours had, not at the same intensity, but it did.

It takes you a moment to regather your thoughts. The two of you just stare at each other, blinking awkwardly while you do so. Eren gives you the time to process out whatever you need to, but he doesn’t speak. 

He doesn’t lift his voice to tell you that it was an accident, to apologize, because it was made clear to the both of you that whatever this was, wasn’t exclusive. And although it wasn’t stated — he realizes it should have been — that there shouldn’t be emotion behind it either.

So, if Eren apologizes, you’ll know that he feels guilt for what he’s done. And that guilt insinuates that he feels as if he’s done something he knows he shouldn’t have done, he’s done something that’s somehow scathed the relationship between you two and gone against his true morality.

You open your mouth a few times before your voice catches up, “I want… to give… Owen... head.”

And Eren does hurt the same. Every time he hears his name, his heart aches the same as yours when you see him with marks over his tanned skin.

But he couldn’t let you know that.

You see him raise his eyebrows, then let out an shocked laugh.

“Okay?” He tries to smile, tries to throw himself back into that boyish nature that makes you smile as well.

But it doesn’t land and you’re staring back at the floor with your arm still outstretched to hold the door open, letting a nippy, mid-autumn breeze into your home.

God, Eren wishes he would’ve worn a fucking scarf or something, anything to not have had to see your face literally drain of all its nervous excitement right in front of his face due to some impassive bruises on his neck.

“Can you - can you teach me?” Your voice is all tiny, small, and submissive. You shift your weight from side to side, keeping your eyes to the floor as you wait for a response.

Eren realizes that you seem to be looking for something… different. A different approach maybe. Because if you hadn’t been looking for something new, you would have just listened to what he had told you the last time... when his fingers were down your throat.

“I’m gonna assume a little different from last time, yeah?” 

You’re grateful for the smile you can hear in his voice, thankful that you don’t have to look up to him as he speaks. But you still shake a little inside at the tone he uses. It’s a little too teasing, a little too playful for you to be able to respond with the same amount of fervor. So you settle for a tiny nod with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

Eren thinks it’s sweet. Your insecurity has been wonderfully traded for submission. He’s not glad that you’re now in his hands, he’s glad that the passivity in your eyes has switched from a negative one to positive.

“Tell me what you need from me.” He says, allowing his voice to drop a little lower, a little smoother. He drops his weight to both feet, planted steady on the welcome mat of the porch with his arms still over his chest, but one comes to rub at the back of his neck coyly.

It was an attempt to help you to open up, but it acted as the opposite. The low rumbling purr you could hear coming from his chest had you feeling warm, and you swallow down a noise of light arousal.

You blink a few times as you try to regroup once more. You know your voice is going to waver and tremble as you speak, but you also know that he won’t agree to anything if you don’t communicate.

“‘want you to teach me with your… with — um” Your voice was shaking, and it was quiet, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak the rest of the sentence. It was embarrassing to stumble over words, but to you it would be even more so to ask something so lewd.

“You want me to teach you with my dick, hm?” He speaks so confidently, with his voice steady and true. It makes you shiver.

But inside himself Eren thought he was going to explode. The way you ask — beg even — to be able to get your mouth on him has his stomach turning in ways he really wishes it wouldn’t… not yet anyways. He’s lost all care towards the fact that this isn’t for him, that it doesn’t mean anything, all he cares for is being able to get closer to you.

You were shaking like a leaf, waiting for him to turn you down or cuss you out. Maybe he’d laugh in your face at your inexperience or he’d be an asshole and tell you to practice with a cucumber instead of him.

“Can I come inside then? I don’t wanna do this on your porch…” He speaks lightheartedly.

“Oh, yeah… yeah,” You mumble, backing up into the foyer and keeping ahold of the door so Eren can slip inside the house.

After you close the door, you stand there blankly like you were half expecting Eren to be the one to lead you upstairs. But you realize that you have to guide him up when you see him standing there with the same expression that you have.

You cringe a little before turning and gesturing for him to follow you. You don’t look back to see if he listens, but the series of thumps that follow behind you up the stairs tells you everything you need to know. You can feel him looming heavy on your back, his presence loud and sturdy.

This will be the first time Eren will be in your room since maybe… seventh grade. And he won’t be sitting on the floor and wrestling around with Armin this time. 

Eren sits on your bed, right beside you as you pull your legs up beneath you. It’s awkward, really awkward, far more awkward than previous times. Something in the air has shifted, and both of you seem to be aware of it. 

You can’t stand the silence much longer and place a hand on his knee. You didn’t know what you were expecting in response, just anything to break the quiet. Eren smiles softly, shifting around a little to look at you.

“No, ‘hi, how are you?’, no, ‘how was the drive?’... just straight into it?” He teases, raising his brows.

You give him a low groan, pulling your hands off him and covering your face with them, “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t —” 

“Hey, I’m kidding. Whatever you want, we’ll do,” He chuckles.

You exhale and pull your hands off your eyes, but you keep them closed. You know that you’ll get thrown off track again if you make eye contact with him

“I just — I’m sorry. This shit makes me so nervous. You make me so nervous, he makes me nervous, this all does… and I’m sorry,” You stammer with a little weak laugh weaved in, dropping your head to your hands with your elbows resting on your bent knees.

Eren drops his teasing smile and trades it for a soft one. He can feel his heart swelling up in his chest at your confession, and he’s once again reminded of how vulnerable you’re allowing yourself to be. He outstretches a hand and places it on your knee like you just had with him, a few of his fingers curl around your elbow.

“Hey, that’s alright. I’m not expecting you not to be nervous. This is a lot, yeah?” He says, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, I just — I don’t want to like… mess up and embarrass myself…” You rest the heels of your palms against your temples.

“That’s why I’m helping you, so you don’t fuck up with him…” Eren hates mentioning him, he hates saying his name, hates even thinking about him. But this was for you, he needed to help you.

But what he says doesn’t really help you because now you realize that you’re also far too nervous about messing up with Eren as well. You know that he knows that you don’t know what you’re doing, but some part of you still strives to impress him.

“Don’t worry about embarrassing yourself in front of me, okay?” His words are true, but not for the reason you’d think. 

He’d never say it, and he hates to even admit it to himself, but whenever you slip up with him and when your actions get sloppy and uncoordinated, he finds his stomach churning in arousal. But he can’t wait for the moment where your unpracticed motions start growing skilled, and you’re making him melt and not the other way around.

He almost shudders to know that by the end of this ‘lesson’, you’ll have a good idea of what you’re doing, and he’ll have taught you every last way to make him crumble with both your hands and your mouth. Your clumsy and awkward movements will regulate and even out and he won’t have to open his mouth every moment to let you know what to do next.

Eren straightens right back up once it comes back to him that this isn’t for him. You’re not doing this for him, or to him, you’re doing this for Owen… to impress Owen. You’re using him as a gateway to another guy, and he’s letting you. He can’t be thinking or doing the things he’s thinking and doing because of it.

“Okay,” You finally say, giving him a little nod once you pull your head up.

“Okay, before we keep going, we need to go over a few things, alright?” He asks, sliding his hand down your knee to give your thigh a gentle pat, then pulling away.

“Yeah.”

Eren pulls one of his legs up onto your bed, bending at the knee, to properly be able to look you in the eyes.

“Do not hurt yourself, understand me? If something becomes too much, just pull off and we’ll stop.” He’s serious, stern. It shocks you for a moment at how quickly his tone can shift.

“Okay,” You nod again.

“I’m gonna be asking you if you’re alright a lot. But you won’t really be able to talk when…  yeah. So you’re gonna tap my thigh, okay? One tap is that you’re good, two means you want to stop, understand?”

“Yes,” You say.

“Show me,” Eren nudges your arm with his knuckles.

You pause for a moment before carefully bringing a hand down to hover between the two of you, and with your pointer finger, you give the apex of his thigh one tap… then two. 

“Good. And, the last thing, do not swallow,” His voice only begins to waver then, “It won’t be what you’re expecting.”

You give him a shaky nod, swallowing subconsciously at the mention. You move your hair out of your face before shuffling around and sliding off the bed until you’re on your knees, just to the left of him.

As much as Eren is struggling to wait, he knows he needs to. It’s not that he’s not already hard, his dick is throbbing, but he wants this to be more than just teaching you… more than just something purely sexual.

“Hey,” Eren reaches down to grab ahold of your hands, “Let me kiss you first, yeah?” 

Your stomach does a little flip at the kindness in his voice and the sensation of his warm and sturdy hands taking ahold of your own. 

He guides you up to him, holding your hands gently, fingers teasing your wrists as he pulls you into his lap. Your knees rest on either side of his hips, pushing into the mattress and once he releases your hands, you bring them up to steady yourself on his shoulders.

He takes your face in his palms, cupping your jaw gently and bringing the two of you together. He doesn’t kiss you yet, he only allows your noses to brush together and your breaths to fan over each other lips.

“Okay?” He murmurs, nudging your nose with his. When he feels you nod in his hands, he brings his lips to yours.

It’s gentle, just a soft peck at first like he was reminding you of what his lips felt like. They were soft and warm, and you could swear you felt the slightest slide of chapstick. Just the gentlest touch of them against yours had butterflies swarming and fluttering around in your stomach.

Eren could feel you push against his hands, wanting more from him, wanting him to kiss you again. So he does. He gives you another soft kiss before returning with a little more passion. He can feel your fists ball up into the fabric of his tee-shirt above his shoulders, and he feels the way your thighs squeeze his hips a little tighter once his tongue slips inside your mouth.

He still kisses you slowly, wanting to savor the feeling of you in his arms before he rushed into feeling your mouth around him. If you were allowing him to have you again he wanted to take his time with it. He couldn’t let himself get carried away or allow you to rush the process. 

You just wanted more from him, once you could taste him on your tongue again, you relapsed. Your addiction to him just flared up right in your face. 

Eren wouldn’t let you take what you wanted from him, because he knew what you needed. He couldn’t let you rush this, because he knew you’d get overwhelmed.

He let his hands move slowly over your body, caressing the curves of your thighs and hips before sliding them around your waist to encourage you to shift a little closer. And you hear him, you grab onto his shoulders and bring yourself further up his thighs until the most intimate part of you is seated above that of him.

You shiver atop him, fingers flexing into the muscle of his shoulders as the print of his dick presses into you just right. Eren catches your tiny gasp in his mouth, and he takes advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue against yours.

He saves every sound he pulls from you, he memorizes them and files them away into the cursed part of his head where every other fantasy he has of you is stored and locked away. He likes to pretend that it’s not there, that if he hides it far enough back behind other little folders of other girls’ noises that it doesn’t really exist.

Eren was already hard, he didn’t need your help with that part. You could’ve gone down on him a few minutes ago, you could go down on him now if he would let you, but he won’t. He wants to feel you fall apart a little more before you do the same to him.

He slides his hands up and down your thighs a few more times, squeezing the fat of them when he reaches the crease of your hips, and then brings them up and over your hips to settle his fingertips on the top of your ass. You can feel goosebumps scatter over your skin at the gentle brushing sensation over the sensitive skin.

The shivers and quivering of your body only bring you closer, they only cause you to squirm around a bit more in his lap. And that squirming has your clothed cunt grinding and pressing up against his dick in a way that has him fidgeting.

You were so desperate and so damn needy, and it was driving Eren insane. He wants to give you what you want, he wants to go as far as you want, he wants to do whatever you allow him. But he knows it would be too much too quickly. And he can’t use your vulnerability to his advantage, he just can’t.

You were panting against his lips now, with your hips jerking and grinding against him. You were giving him such a delicious relief, your warm body rubbing against his in a way that threatens moans to escape his throat. Maybe he could let you take what you need from him… just for a moment.

And you do. You could feel the length of his cock pressing against your clit so nicely, causing heat to swarm and pool between your thighs, arousal slickening your panties already. You couldn’t stop grinding against him. It felt too good. His body felt too good. His hands felt too good. His lips felt too good.

His hands take ahold of the fat of your ass, gripping each cheek tightly between his fingers to rock you against him. You could tell that he was guiding you, his hands were pushing and pulling at you to bring you across the length of his dick.

“Eren —” You have to pull away from him, sliding your hands up his shoulders to brace them around his neck while you rest your forehead against his.

Eren swallows down a groan, “Yeah?” He doesn’t slow his movements as he speaks, still dragging you over his cock slow and steady.

“Feels s’good,” You whimper, bringing your hands up farther to cup his upper neck, thumbs resting on his jaw.

His lips brush up against yours, but neither of you connect them. Both of you seemed to want to hear the little noises that you pulled from each other far too much to silence them with your lips. He can hear your little gasps and can feel them against his lips. You can hear and feel the low rumbling in his chest, the ones he holds back but every so often they’ll escape his throat in the form of a low exhale.

“Yeah? You like grinding on my cock?” He questions, brushing his nose against yours again. 

You let out a pretty moan as an unintentional response to his question, and he can feel your hips stutter atop of him and between his hands. It was overwhelming you, but you were loving it, you were losing yourself in him. You were drunk, and Eren was pouring you bottomless glasses of wine.

He needed to cut you off.

“Alright — fuck — go ahead or I’m gonna cum in my pants,” He tightens his grip on your waist to prevent you from wiggling around on him any longer. 

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious with his words, but to be honest, Eren didn’t know either. He didn’t know how much longer he would have been able to last with you getting off on him like that. 

You bring your hands back down to his chest to distance yourself from him, because if you hadn’t, you’d be afraid that you’d jump on him again. Then, after a few steadying breaths, you slide off his lap and kneel to the floor in front of him. 

He looks so much bigger than you like this. Yes, he was a pretty tall guy and he had a decent amount of muscle to his figure, but when he was sat before you like this, with his legs parted and leaning back onto his hands, his gaze narrowed and lazy, it was too much. You knelt to his feet like a servant to a king.

You don’t let your hands touch down to the fabric of his sweatpants before they’re hovering above the waistband, and with your fingers shaking you take ahold of the elastic. You don’t move, only sliding your fingers under the band and resting them against the warm skin of his stomach.

Eren’s heart lurches even with the faintest contact. He felt pathetic.

You look up with him with slightly furrowed brows and eyes filled with insecurity and admiration, and Eren wishes he could take a picture… an actual picture.

“Can I?” You ask him quietly, scooting a little closer to him under your forearms can rest on his upper thighs.

“Yep.” He says, but his facial expression doesn’t change. It’s still hazy with lust.

Slowly, you pull down his waistband. Eren watches you carefully, losing all care for whatever your hands are doing because he wants to see the look on your face when you see how hard you’ve gotten him. He needs to see your eyes simultaneously fill with fear and arousal. He wants to see you squirm.

You do exactly as he hoped once he lifts his hips enough for you to slip the waistbands of both his sweats and briefs down to his thighs. His dick slaps up against the stomach of his tee-shirt, the tip hitting an area that’s bunched around his abdominals and dripping precum onto the black fabric, somehow darkening it.

“Oh fuck” You whisper, and Eren has a good feeling that you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Your chest fills with anxiety, excitement, something, because the size of him is nothing short of intimidating. This may be the first dick you’ve seen in person, but something inside you tells you that not all of them are this big; not all of them struggle to be flexed upright due to the sheer weight, not all of them have these pretty, sheer, purple veins that make them look that much thicker, not all of them prevent your fingers from touching when you wrap the hand around it.

Eren about has a heart attack at both the sight and sensation of your hand wrapping around the base of him. So much softer, smaller, daintier than his. You were so uncertain, so gentle, like you thought he was going to break. But he couldn’t even complain because he was terrified of a groan tearing through his throat once he opens his mouth.

You look up to him a few times, vision switching between the pretty pink tip of his cock to the clenching of his jaw. 

He almost looked in pain, and for a moment you were worried he was. But no, it wasn’t pain… definitely wasn’t pain.

You bring your eyes back up to his, but he’s gotten lost in the sight of your hand around him.

“What - what do I do now?” You ask. Your voice has been reduced to just above a whisper. Eren can feel your grip on him loosen just a little, and your hand shakes around him.

He internally curses to himself at your question. He was about to ruin you, he was about to taint your pretty little mind and body with himself. He was the first person inside you, and — 

Oh fuck, he was the first person inside you.

And now, his cock is going to be the first inside you as well. 

“Wrap your hand around it, just like you had before — yeah, just like that — and I’ll show you,” His voice is strained already and a little raspy, but the gentle purr in his chest only has you growing warmer.

Eren sits up from his hands, shifting his left arm to be able to brace him by itself while his right hand comes forward to grasp his cock around your hand. It engulfs the back of your hand, your knuckles, the tips of your fingers as he wraps his hand over yours until your fingers are flush against the length of him.

Eren chokes on his breath again, the increased pressure just shoved him that much closer to prematurely cumming.

“I’m going to move alright? Let your hand move with but under mine…” He adjusts his grip a little before shifting his left hand to support him better.

You shift yourself a little closer to him to where you could rest your head on the inside of his thigh if you wanted. Your spare hand falls to his bare thigh, fingers pressing into the muscle in anticipation. Eren’s hand begins to shift over yours, and you let him grip himself over you tight enough so your palm is guided by his. 

You look down to where he’s within your fingers, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of every little characteristic that’s inside your hand. You can feel every pushing of a vein against the warm skin under your palm, the gradual but minuscule upwards curve there is to the entirety of him, and then...

“‘gonna want to start real slow, alright? And be gentle around the — fuck — around the head,”

... you feel the divet of his cockhead sliding under your hand. 

Eren squeezes a little tighter then, so your fingers remain flush, and the slimy, translucent liquid precum spreads over your skin as he does. It helps with friction, it slickens up his cock and your hand just enough to have you sliding over him a bit smoother than before. Eren seemed to like it like that.

You keep your eyes on him as he guides your hand, and he keeps his eyes on yours. You take notice of every little twitch of pleasure in his expression, every furrow of his brows, and sudden dilation of his pupils.

You felt so warm, so hot under his gaze. He was watching your every expression, every movement, like a hawk. He could still see your hand under his in his peripheral, but he wouldn’t dare to take his eyes off yours. 

He needed to see your face shift into one of arousal, he needed to hear the gasp you made when he takes his hand off yours and a quiet, squelching sound replaces it. He watches your eyes flit with panic for a second when you realize that you’re now on your own with his cock. It was just you jerking him off now, and that was so, so much hotter than before.

Soft, shaky exhales leave his now parted lips with every upstroke, and they turn into low groans as he increases his pace over you. His stomach was twisting and turning, abdomen flexing, and thighs twitching under your touch. He felt hot, so fucking warm, and he knows damn well that there’s a pink flush swarming up his neck, over his cheeks, and tinting the tips of his ears red.

“God, just like that, fuck,” He finally is forced to break eye contact, his pretty eyes squeeze shut and his head falls back against his shoulders just enough to accentuate the sharp edges of his jawline.

Eren wasn’t the only one taking mental images and filing them away. This little scene — with his dick in your hand and his head fallen back, lips parted and swollen from kissing — you were never going to be able to get it out of your head. All his praises split into equal parts to your head, your heart, and your cunt. It had your head fuzzy.

It was so much, for him and for you. You were already stopping yourself from pressing your thighs together and he wasn’t even in your mouth yet. You were getting impatient again, unsure yes, but impatient. You wanted him on your tongue. You wanted his release down your throat. You didn’t care if it ‘won’t be what you’re expecting’, you want it.

Eren can visibly see the little switch in your head flip. Instead of being hesitant to continue, you seemed to be looking to him for approval. Your eyes have grown curious once more, and your hand and its movements seem to have improved from the beginning. Eren was about to let you know to continue, but you spoke before he could.

“Can I… keep going?” You ask, looking into his eyes.

He twitches in your hand. His dick literally jumped in your hand.

“Yeah… yeah, just - just watch your teeth —” He seethes, sentence getting cut off as your palm squeezes around his tip softly.

You want his eyes on you when you first taste him… so you wait. You steady your hand, holding him about a quarter of the way up, and pause until he pulls his head back up. You could feel saliva pooling around your tongue like you were a dog slobbering after a day at the park.

Eren finally lifts his head off his shoulders, worried that you’ve gotten scared or needed to stop. But it was quite the opposite. 

The sight he meets when he opens his eyes showed nothing of the sort. You had your tongue stuck out of your mouth, hovering centimeters away from the tip of his dick. He could feel the heat of your breath fanning over and down to his pelvis. And once his gaze flits up from your mouth to your eyes, your tongue presses against the head of him.

He welcomes the slick, warm, soft sensation of it licking up the most sensitive part of his cock with a low, dragged-out groan. He was feeling like the virgin again... like he was getting his dick sucked for the very first time once more.

He can’t even count how many mouths have been on him, but none of them... none... have felt like your little tongue does. It wasn’t good, the movements were a little sloppy, a bit unsure and hesitant, but it didn’t fucking matter. He realized that it wasn’t how good the head was, but who was giving it.

“Shit - you remember the taps, right? Fuck —” He feels your lips finally wrap around the girth of him. 

You pull him back out to nod, keeping your tongue against the smooth skin of his tip as you do. And you give him a singular, soft tap against his thigh with your free hand. And once his eyes returned closed, you slip him back past your lips.

You feel your tongue around the head, getting the faintest salty taste of the precum that you had smeared across it with your hand. And you can feel the ridge where the shaft turns into the tip against your tongue. 

He was heavy in your mouth, heavy and thick and so warm. Your jaw was already beginning to strain in the slightest, and you could feel your lips burning a little as they stretch around the girth of him. It tasted good, clean, and you realize that doing this was nowhere near as gross as you used to think it was.

If anything, you were far more aroused when his dick was in your mouth than out. Knowing that you were the one to please him, you were the one pulling these choked-out groans from his lips, was overwhelmingly erotic. His every noise and every twitch of his hips had slick pooling in your panties.

You slowly made your way down his cock, inching in more and more every couple of seconds. Your eyes were burning — not yet swelling with tears, but you knew they would soon — and the tip of him was now nudging at the back of your mouth where it turns to your throat.

“God damn — that’s good, there you go,” Eren hisses, hands falling behind him to hold him upright, and once he feels the sheets underneath his palms, he grips them tight. 

He wanted to watch. He wanted to see you take his cock down your throat, but it was just too much for him. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. He needed to put that energy towards holding back the urge of fucking himself up into your mouth.

He could feel your little tongue quivering against the underside of his length, every bump of his tip against the entrance of your throat sends it lurching and pressing into him. He loved it. He loved feeling your entire mouth squeeze around him.

You started off slow, just like he had told you, slowly bringing your head up and down with your lips flush around him. Your saliva made it easy to bring your mouth down a little more every time. You could feel it dripping down and gathering over your fingers. 

Maybe it was a little gross. It was definitely sloppy, and the feeling of your fingers sliding against each other around the base of him from the slick in your mouth has you shivering every time your grip shifts.

You couldn’t get a good enough hold on him anymore, your saliva was just slobbering down all over him and you couldn’t grip him tight enough without him slipping within your hands. But Eren liked that, it was just more delicious sliding over his cock that had him seething.

He needed to see. He needed to crack his eyes open just enough to be able to see your mouth on him, to see your hand covered in spit around him. It was hard. The pleasure bubbling around in his stomach was too grand, too strong, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to look at you without cumming down your throat.

But he does it and he’s greeted with your pretty eyes looking up at him, all wide and pupils blown, his dick all messy and your lips sheening and glossy. Your other hand was digging its nails into the sinew of his thigh, creating little half-crescent shapes in its wake whenever your hand shifted around.

“Fuck - fuck, you’re so pretty,” He breathes, sitting up a little to reach out with a shaky hand to cup a hand to your cheek, fingers sliding up your jaw and wiggling their way into the hair behind your ear, “So good, so fucking good. My good girl.”

Eren both hears and feels the whine you let out around him at his praise. It was soft, just a little muffled squeak, where your lips pull off his length for a second. And once you get that little inhale of cold air, you decide to temporarily pull off.

Attached to your lips are strings of saliva, all the way from your tongue to the head of him, more drips down to the bedsheets and the floor, down your chin and over your jaw. You swallow a few times, choked and ragged as you breathe.

“Can - can you help me? I want to fit more?” You rasp, sitting up and looking to him with eyes wide as you plead.

Eren groans, audibly, and nods, “Fuck, yeah. You gotta tap me… if it gets too much, promise?” He shifts his weight in his seat until he can properly sit upright without having to bear too much weight.

“Promise,” You nod, wiggling upright a little more until your weight is held by your knees instead of being spread evenly over your shins.

You keep your hand around the base of him as he moves his hands to either side of your head, looking up to him the entire time. You whimper softly at the feeling of the gentle tug against your hair as his fingers wiggle into it once more, and the soft but steady pressure of his palms against the back of your skull is equally arousing. Such a simple action turned you so submissive, made him seem so dominating, and like a flip of a switch... you were ready for him to use you.

You lax the tension in your neck for him, making it easier to guide your mouth back over his cock. He starts slow, just like you had, inching you down and down with a stuttering groan and shaking arms. 

He can feel when his dick hits your throat’s entrance, both with his tip and against his hands. He’s hesitant to slide farther, past your mouth and into the tight heat that will so greatly resemble what he hopes your cunt would feel like. But when you look up to him with your brows furrowed and eyes blinking away tears, he has to continue.

Your hands grab at his knees when you feel the head of him slip a bit further than you were used to, just far enough to have you contracting around his tip.

“Tight — fuck. ‘tight fucking throat, shit,” He winces, but not in pain. Your mouth is squeezing around him so nicely, so warm and wet.

Fuck, he wishes it was your pussy.

You gag again, stomach clenching and lurching as you do, and your nails dig into the hard bone of his knees. He can’t even feel it, he doesn’t feel it, all he can feel is the slick heat of your mouth.

He keeps pushing, pushing your head down and past the middle of his length. His brows furrow and his nose scrunches a little when he sees the first little tear fall from your eyes and down your cheek.

“Take it — fuck. Take it, take my cock,” He grits, biceps flexing as he eases more and more down your throat.

You close your eyes, but the tears still fall and you still gag with every centimeter he adds until he begins to slow, and you’ve thought he’s stopped, but then you feel your nose up against the soft skin of his pelvis. But once your nose lands, he’s pulling you right back up.

You choke and gag with every up-down motion as he sets a steady pace of filling your mouth with him and pulling out. He doesn’t force himself down all the way the entire time, but rather every once and a while when your tears begin to dry.

“Look at you... first time and you’re already letting me use you,” He mumbles, the tone of his speaking flitting a little darker. He didn’t mean to say it out loud, it just slipped out. The last thing he wanted was to freak you out with how he talks when he’s up this high with pleasure.

But you moan around him again, and immediately he’s pulling you off. The muffled moan slips out into the open air, turning clear as day when you’re not stuffed with his cock, and your cheeks immediately heat up from embarrassment.

You felt so good, so good being useful, so good giving him that type of pleasure. You never wanted it to end. It made you feel all fuzzy and warm with not only heat but endearment as well.

Your spit is dripping down your chin, disgustingly stringing across the free air and attaching back to him. He keeps your head in his hands.

You don’t want him to ask if you’re okay, you really don’t. You were fine. You were more than okay. Every nerve ending in your entire body was on fire, a fire lit by him. You couldn’t take it anymore, you just wanted him to do whatever he fucking wanted with you. You wanted him to use you.

“Please,” You whine, pushing against his hands to try and get closer.

“What? Are you alright?” Eren pants, shutting his eyes again as he breathes.

“‘want more, put it back,” 

“You want it?” His eyes open, peering down to you with a bit of mischief lingering inside.

“Yes, ‘wanna make you feel good,”

Him. 

You want to make him feel good. Your mind wasn’t on anything else other than him, you weren’t too nervous anymore, you were desperate.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Eren breathes, but his actions contradict his words and he’s guiding you towards his cock again.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise. ‘just want to make you cum,” You whimper.

And fuck, Eren can’t turn that down. He steadies his hold on you, takes his bottom lip between his teeth, and lowers you back down… quick. You gag immediately but he doesn’t stop. You don’t want him to stop.

His biceps bulge as he picks up the pace from before, steadily bobbing your head up and down again and again and again. And he was hitting deeper this time, slipping back into your throat and pulling out.

Tears were steady flowing down your cheeks, and your body naturally responds by closing your eyes. 

You feel like you’re going to explode. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, begging to be filled by something — his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

And fuck, you want it. You want it so fucking bad. You want to pull his dick out of your mouth and let him fill you up with it. You want him to use your cunt like he’s using your face, you want him to fuck you at this pace.

“There you go. ‘so fucking pretty while I’m using your mouth,” He groans.

You wish you could tell him thank you, thank you for everything. You want to thank him for teaching you, for pleasing you, for giving you what you want, for taking what he wants when you allow him to. You could almost cry, not from the dick that’s filling your throat, but from admiration.

You swat his hands away quickly, pulling them out of your hair and off your head. Eren lets you. Eren lets you grab ahold of his thighs tight enough so you can pull your throat down over his cock at the same pace and depth that he had.

And it’s too much, it’s far too much. The coil in his stomach is winding up and brightening with heat and it’s going to snap if you don’t stop. It’s going to snap right in your face — down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Baby, baby, baby, get off, get off or I’ll — oh fuck, fuck…” He groans, hands reaching out for you but failing to make contact with your head. They twitch and flex in mid-air like he was seizing or being electrocuted or something.

And you feel it, with your nose to his pelvis and his cock down your throat, you feel the warm and slick release of him spill down inside you. It was hot and smooth, but thick. And at the back of your tongue, you can taste the bitter unexpectedness that Eren was talking about.

His hips aimlessly jerk into you searching to thrust deeper, but there’s no way. He was already to the hilt, unable to push farther, but he couldn’t stop the stuttering of himself into your mouth. He was going to overstimulate himself, but he couldn’t fucking stop.

He just filled you with his cum. 

Eren Jaeger just filled you with his cum.

And it wasn’t the way it sounds, and it wasn’t the exact way that either of you wanted it, but you were full of him, full of his cock and his release and neither of you could complain.

Well…

You could.

You’re the one to tug yourself off and back away from him with a wet coughing gag. You take your hands off him as well and have them up in front of you in almost the same way he had with his. 

It wasn’t disgusting, but it definitely was not pleasant. It was salty and harsh and lingered on your tongue far longer than you wanted it to. You just kept swallowing and swallowing, like it was still in your mouth, as Eren brings himself back down.

He hears your coughing and choking and his eyes shoot back open with concern. Your hands are hovering around your throat and your eyes are squeezed shut so fucking hard that he’s worried he’s hurt you.

But then you stick your tongue out a little — like your tongue itself tasted bad — and grimace while shaking your head and crinkling your nose. The same tongue that was on his cock just a moment ago.

“Oh shit. God, I’m sorry,” He hastily pulls his sweats back up, not having to worry about the cum on his chest because there is none, and leans over to you, “Shit, yeah, not good is it?”

You giggle a little, your hovering hands finding his wrists and he holds your face between his own. His touch is warm, comforting, kind, and genuine. It makes that admirable fuzzy feeling return to your stomach.

“I told you not to,” He laughs breathily, bringing his face to yours to rest his forehead against yours and sliding off the edge of the bed to squat in front of you.

You spill into another wave of laughter, sliding your hands down his wrists until they meet his at your face. You hold them against your cheeks, smiling into the warmth and the proximity. 

He was in a hazy post-orgasm state, and all he wanted to was to be close to you.

Usually you heard stories about guys being grossed out or repulsed by their partner after sexual interactions, but Eren seemed to be the exact opposite. 

Maybe it was because he wasn’t your partner, or maybe because you had swallowed your first time. Whatever way it was, you didn’t care.

He took your lips in his again while both of you were still laughing. And you were giggling into the kiss, smiling against his lips as he gave you gentle pecks over and over until you doubled over into his chest. 

His hands left your face to maneuver their way around you to hold the back of your head, keeping your cheek to his chest. He drops from a squat and to his knees, sitting upon them to grab ahold of you and tug you to him with his other arm. 

You kept your nose nuzzled into his shoulder until the laughter settled, savoring the feeling of his warm body against you. His hands holding you to him. It was all him. You still tasted him on your tongue, still felt his hands digging into your hair, and you could smell the softest aroma of a masculine cologne on his shirt.

Your heart hurt, but not as it did before. It didn’t hurt like it did when you opened his front door three weeks ago to see him in a post-sex daze, it didn’t hurt like it did when you saw those purple bruises on his neck. This was a good hurt.

You never knew something could hurt so good.

“I want to take you somewhere,” Eren says softly, rubbing at your waist with the hand that remains against it.

“Where?” You ask, voice hoarse and throat tender.

“You’ll see... if you let me.”

“I let you.”

[yanderesmythos]

🐍Yandere!Hekate(General) Headcanons🔮:

Tw: Loosely based on Salem's witches’ hunt, Mention of hanging, Corruption, Unjust persecutions, Mention of blood, Yandere behaviors, Unhealthy relationships, Manipulation, Codependent relationships, Slight gore, Conditioning, Drugging via magic, Divine punishment, Minor characters‘ deaths.

The conundrum they're currently in is gravely in every way possible. Thier coven and they are being hunted left and right, by the common folks .

They didn't know what to make of it. Anger at their ignorance, as they associate their beliefs to worshiping the devil and causing havoc.

When in reality, they wish no harm to anyone. In fact, they're peaceful and welcoming apart from those who indulge in dark magic to harm others.

So when a mass hysteria flooded the land, they became the scapegoat of the corrupted people of faith. Thus, they were picked one by one until few of them were remaining. Those few, including them, went into hiding to avoid persecution.

They've have been a devotee to Hecate since they're a young blood and were dazzled by the philosophy of the goddess.

Unlike her family, who worshipped Athena. Yet, they didn't mind. If anything, they supported them all the way.

They've have been raised with a loving foster family of witches, who took them in when they're left to starve in the cold wilds. Unfortunately, they hadn't survive the massacre.

They witnessed the trial, with tears cascading down their cheeks. As they watch their foster family that raised her with care being hanged with rope curling around their necks. Soon, their lives have left their body and cheers were heard. How could they cheer the death of other human beings? Don't they have any shred of humanity left within them?

Their heart was churning with boiling rage, soul poisoned with hatered, and hands twitching with the ill-intent to hex every priest they meet or will ever meet. They didn't fault the common folks, as they didn't know any better or did they have as much power as those "religious" institutions to resist their influence.

When the eventful day reached its end, they cried their heart out to the only person they knew well enough to care about them. Hecate. Usually, they'd offer lavender and pomegranate each day. Sometimes when they're bold and confident, a hymn of their own in her honor. However, today was grueling and cruel. Thus they were more desperate for her guidance. So, they offered their blood in hopes of invoking her presence. Yet, nobody came.

Sighing, they have bandaged their right wrist and then went to bed. Perhaps, she will answer them tomorrow. As they dwell haunted by the memory of their family in their sleep, a familiar voice was heard.

"Shhhhh, my lovely devotee. I see, hear, and feel your pain. It breaks my heart to see one of my most loyal griefing. I came here to warn and console you, that the village will be no more by tommorow night. I advise you to get away from as soon as possible. I'd rather not want you hurt."

I see Hekate as a smothering, manipulative, obsessive, and overprotective yandere. Her smothering/overprotective nature may stem as paranoia of seeing her beloved get kidnapped like Persephone. Ample that by tenfold, if a deity was after them. Or it could be due to her darling’s past misfortunes, which she will take care of immediately.

Hekate is neutral/ benevolent for the most part, unless aggravated. Harming her beloved, especially if they’re either weak or/and a witch, will definitely warrant her wrath. In some iteration, she is considered a child of Nyx. That should be enough warning not to mess with her. May-haps, turning her darling’s aggressors into mindless pigs will do or letting her familiars tear them apart and devour what’s left of their innards. That or ensuring they enter the burning hell that is Tartarus with slight convincing to Hades. Afterall, she works with him. (Alongside, Hermes and Thanatos.)

As much as she is to be reckoned with, she is still a woman of compassion. She took a pity at Galinthias, a woman turned into polecat due to her interference with Hera‘s plan to hinder Herakles birth, and adopted her as one of her familiars. I can see this happening with her darling, especially at the earlier stages of their relationship.

Whether they were abused in the past, or hunted down like in the scenario above. Hekate is an understanding person. So much, that it can be a vice in the future of their relationship.

As time grows, what started out as compassion reared into obsessive need to protect, to love, and most of all to keep them with her. How else would they be safe? How else would they truly be happy without her guidance? Simple, they couldn’t. Even if they could, she is shrewd enough to find a way that will make them gravitate toward her again.

Unlike other deities, she find the idea of punishments uncouth. In particularly, if physical and sexual abuse was involved. Hekate prefer to call it “persuasion”. That’s where her sympathetic nature turns into manipulation.

Perhaps her darling was misbehaving, then she will not answer them. Do not mistake, she is still there covering her presence with thick seams of magic. As much it tears her heart, she watches her darling‘s meltdowns apologizing and begging for her forgiveness. “Why. You do not need to ask. You already are forgiven, my beloved devotee.”

In some cases, she likely will use her magic to pacify or/and allude her darling into serenity and sleep. That way they don’t have to worry their little head about ”escaping” or seeking “freedom”. After all, it is better to succumb to a beautiful lie than to live a cruel reality. Wouldn’t you agree, my beloved?

[p3achysuki]

What about dabi with a bunny or lamb girl?🥴🙏

(I’m gonna do bunny s/o 👀)

He’s starting to question where Shigaraki actually finds people like this, he won’t complain; but Jesus if shigaraki is desperate for people shouldn’t he get someone who actually has a useful quirk?

Dabi can’t take his eyes off of you though, you looked so innocent and it just made him want to ruin you. Literally this man is insane to corrupt people, so good luck because Dabi will do everything to mind fuck with you.

He’ll teasingly grab onto your soft cotton tail making you yelp and glare at him, you told him many times not to touch it; but of course Dabi just doesn’t care he’ll continue to pull on it even at inappropriate times when the LOV is having a meeting.

He’ll stroke your ears too, they’re not like miruko’s ears which stand up they’re more floppy making you look more innocent (sadly though not for long since Dabi wants to ruin that ) at times you can’t help, but just let him continue to do it; but you should never fully trust Dabi because once he sees your relaxed state he’ll pull on it.

He’s going to make your life a miserable hell, shigaraki won’t do anything about it so instead you’ll have to put up with his harassment. He starts going further with it by whispering dirty things to you, “don’t you want me to breed you? Isn’t that what rabbits think about all the time?” You tell him to fuck off, but it only makes him go even further.

Dabi is definitely possessive of what’s his, he saw a low villain staring at you for too long? He cremates the shit out of him in front of you. It also sends a warning to you not to try anything with anyone else besides him.

Don’t be surprised if you do fall pregnant, but don’t worry Dabi said he’ll “take care” of his family.

[lacheri]

house-call // worked up (part 1)

pairing: therapist!Levi x fem bodied reader

content: dubcon (power imbalance), corruption, use of sex toys, penetrative sex, edging/orgasm denial/multiple orgasms, cockwarming, a splash of impact play (clit slapping), mild degradation/humiliation, body worshiping, voyeurism (sort of), talks about unprotected sex, protected sex (condoms), minors DNI

summary: therapist Levi is at it again. this time, he makes a house call.

wc: 5.7k

a/n: you didn’t think I was done with therapist Levi, now did you? @astridthevalkyrie consider this a personal attack

this is entirely fictional and only exists in an au. a therapist should never have this kind of relationship with a client.

The night sky paled in comparison to the galaxy laid before your eyelids. Words gargled in your throat, your neck craned against the solid muscle of your therapist’s shoulder. The warm pout pressed to your temple grounded you, reminding you that you were not floating in the clouds. You were here, situated between the long, thick legs of the man who granted you wings to fly in the void of bliss.

“Keep your eyes open,” Levi rasped, his deep timbre only adding to the vibrations stroking along your core. “Need you to watch exactly what I’m doing.”

One arm wrapped around your midsection, palm cupping your bare breast. Levi’s fingers tweaked your pebbled nipple, pinching and tugging the skin in a nearly painful manner. His other hand sat between your thighs, holding the culprit of your ascension — a pretty pink vibrator.

“I bought this for you,” he mumbled, watching your eyes shift down to your weeping pussy. “You’ve been such a good girl, coming to every session, even early most days. You’ve made so much progress, I had to reward my favorite client. Keep your legs open.”

“‘S embarrassing,” you managed to whimper. “Don’t wanna’ watch.”

“Shh,” Levi pressed a kiss to your hairline. “Don’t you want to learn? This is your reward.”

Your reflection never looked more intimidating than now. As it turned out, sessions in the office weren't sufficient enough for your needs. House calls were what Levi had called it, all doctors do it for their patients. Spread far apart, your knees hooked over his, Levi sat you in front of your closet mirror, claiming it as the perfect way to teach you more about the wonders of your body.

You had never felt more vulnerable in your life.

His right hand swirled around your aching clit, the vibrator set on the lowest setting, his lips drifted over to your ear, “Don’t look so scared, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” you whined, your entire body shaking. “Just not used to it.”

“Use your words,” Levi grazed his teeth along the shell of your ear, dipping his tongue out to teasingly swipe at the cartilage. “You know better than to whine by now.”

Your mouth felt dry, and Levi guided his thumb over to a particular button that sent the vibrations roaring to the next setting. You bucked your hips at the rising intensity, and squirmed against his back. You could feel the rock solid erection of your therapist pressed along your spine with crystal clarity, and with all your movement — Levi grunted into your ear.

Out of all your sessions, Levi never let you touch him. You had timidly asked him at your second to last meeting if he would ever let you. He had only responded, “When the time is right. We have to teach you about your body first.”

If you weren’t so caught up in your own throes of pleasure, you doubt you’d be able to contain your hands from reaching behind you to hold his clothed cock in your grasp. Still, if your wiggling provided him any amount of relief from his arousal, you deemed that a success.

“It feels dirty,” you managed to take a deep, stabilizing breath. “Like it’s wrong for me to watch myself like this.”

Your eyes met in the mirror's reflection, Levi’s pupils dilated and unwavering, “Pleasure isn’t dirty. If it was, why would it feel so good? Look at yourself, look how swollen your clit is. How puffy your lips are. You’re blossoming open for me, sweetheart. Every time I roll this vibrator against you, your muscles contract and tighten. Little streams of your arousal drip out, see the way it glistens? You may think it’s dirty, but your body certainly does not.”

“Do you think it’s dirty?” you bit down on your bottom lip, lashes fluttering at his obscene and provocative diction.

Levi’s lips traveled down to your earlobe, tugging on the pliant flesh with his teeth, “I think you are the most beautiful sight I may ever see.”

Before you could respond, the ravenette was sucking the lobe between the plush wet of his lips. The pads of his fingers pinched and pulled at your nipple, eliciting a distinct yelp from your throat. The pace set between your legs fastened, and with a couple of subtle clicks of a certain button, Levi had you exactly where he had wanted you — needy and bubbling over in pleasure.

“Want you to get real close for me, can you do that?” he released the skin of your ear, and pressed open mouth kisses along your jaw, descending into your neck. “Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

“Oh, okay,” you stuttered, and Levi released the abused skin of your nipple. His hand trailed down your stomach, squeezing along the way until he landed side by side with your fluttering cunt. Using two fingers, he peeled apart your soaked outer lips, and nudged the vibrator further into your pearl. Levi abandoned the small circle pattern he had relied on, instead opting for a steady stroke stimulating you from the hood of your clit all the way to the beginning of your dripping pussy.

Levi had not lied to you in your first session. He was an expert at female anatomy.

“Close, really close,” you panted, eyes going blurry in the reflection. Your pelvis tightened, dangerous licks of heat fanning your arousal. You couldn’t think straight, all consumed in the little device positioned between your legs, and Levi’s twitching fingers.

“You gonna’ cum for me?” he husked, eyes furiously switching between your desperate expression and your bucking hips.

You nodded, the ability to speak lost. Fuck, you were so close. You rolled your hips into the pink vibrator, catching your clit in an overwhelming pattern. It was almost painful how tight you clenched, and for a moment you believed you could feel your walls clamping down against one another.

“I’m gonna—“

“No.”

And just like that, the device was gone.

You blinked away your daze, and inspected between your thighs. Just Levi’s fingers remained, stroking up and down your soaked outer lips, still holding you open.

Tears sprung to your eyes, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, of course not, you were doing great,” Levi reassured in a sickly sweet tone, nuzzling his face into your collarbone. “Tell me how you feel right now.”

“Upset,” you sniffled. “Everything aches, please put it back.”

“How about something better?” the solid length along your spine grounded you, and your mind sparked with a variety of ideas.

“Like what?”

“Don’t you sound so sweet when you’re eager,” his fingers crawled towards your core, swiping and collecting the juice of your arousal. He played with it for a moment, watching in awe as he spread his pointer and middle finger apart — a single wet string between the digits.

“Levi—“

His palm smacked against your cunt, and you jolted from the impact. You were so sensitive, so dangerously close to release. Had Levi kept up the repetition of his slaps, you’d probably cum all over his hand.

He cupped your heat, positioning his pointer finger to your clenched hole, “Let’s see how ready you are for it.”

“Ready for what—“ a gasp stole your sentence as Levi slowly slid his digit in. His finger curled upwards, stroking and massaging your velvet walls in a precise fashion. Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, wanting so desperately to squeeze your eyes shut to avoid how needy your reflection appeared before you.

Your lips were soaked in your saliva, your eyelids droopy. Your hair a disheveled mess, your naked body twitching and trembling. Your vision flitted to Levi, his attention entirely captured in the way your pussy pulsed around his touch. His mouth hung open, his eyebrows gently furrowed. His middle finger entered just as slowly as his pointer, the two digits working together to scissor and stretch you open.

Your hips bucked, sliding him further into you, “Fuck, oh my god, feels so good.”

“Atta’ girl,” he mumbled, fingertips brushing against the most sensitive spot inside you. “You really are close, huh?”

You nodded, fragile whimpers and mewls falling from your lips. You wanted to beg, plead, sob for Levi to allow you your climax. You could feel it swelteringly hot in your belly, could feel the weight of it as if it was actually sitting on your abdomen. It hurt, it ached, you throbbed. You clenched down on his leisurely pumps, your clit tingling from lack of stimulation.

You were on the brink of losing your sanity if Levi did not grant you the sweet embrace of cumming for him.

“I think you’re ready,” Levi chuckled lowly, removing his fingers unhurriedly. He stroked your glistening folds as he traveled upwards, entirely avoiding the bundle of nerves that screamed for attention. “Get on the bed for me. Put a pillow under your back.”

He unhooked your knees from his, your thighs screeching in relief from being stuck in that one position. You scrambled to your feet, following his exact instructions. Your duvet felt like silk against your skin, your favorite pillow forcing you to arch as it supported the small of your back. You watched on with hungry eyes and Levi stood, languidly unbuttoning his white collared shirt. It fell to the floor without ceremony, and you nearly drooled watching the ravenette work his belt out of the loops of his slacks.

“You’re finally going to let me touch you?” you smiled, giddy with excitement.

Levi shot you an amused look, the clattering of his belt a soundtrack to his words, “No, this is still all about you, sweetheart. Maybe next time.”

The black fabric fell to the floor, and you gasped. His briefs pressed tightly around his erection, and you wondered if Levi felt the same ache as you did. You imagined it would pulse like your cunt did when you were aroused, that it would swell with flushing colors and dew with drops of pearlescent fluid. As he tugged the tight material to his ankles, your imagination turned to reality. His cock stood proud and tall, arched and bobbing as he drank in the sight of you. You clenched around nothing, and a bead of precum budded from his slit.

“Are you ready?” Levi questioned with a serious expression.

You nodded, “I want this. I want you.”

“Then you have me.”

He crawled forward until his torso loomed over your own. His arm circled around your back, palm balancing the center of your spine as his face dipped forward. Your eyelashes fluttered as you caught sight of his swirling steel irises, and his lips melted into yours. While your vision turned black, your mind distracted from his long awaited kiss, you could hear rustling from your side. You peaked an eye open, watching as his free arm stretched to the nightstand.

He had placed the vibrator and a condom there without you noticing. Sneaky doctor.

Levi shuffled, the crinkling of the foil soft and subtle. He pulled away from your swollen lips, tilting his head downwards to navigate the torn packet to his hardened member. The packaging was thrown to the side as he rolled the rubber over his tip, securing it at the base of his cock. He glanced upwards without moving his head, peeking through dark sooty lashes to lock his pupils to your own.

You were a vision of desire. You were sure of it with the way your heart pounded in your ears, lash line damp with the promise of glazed, hazy sight. You spread your legs apart — an invitation, a welcome. Levi happily obliged, and leaned his mouth down to your collarbone. He placed a fragile kiss there, sweet and delicate in nature. His fingers danced down your spine as he caressed the skin, tips meeting the edge of the pillow. He tugged it downwards, and you lifted your hips.

You normally would’ve felt silly with your ass planted on a pillow, cunt on full display for the man in front of you. However, the ravenette had proven himself worthy enough to be graced with the gift of your core. Through gentle touches and bold praises, to the many hours he had spent listening to you pour your heart out over padded cushions and damp tissues — you had become more than just a job to Levi.

You had become the object of his fascination and adoration.

Levi’s length slid against your folds, spreading you further apart and open. Your labia flowered, lips like rose petals under scattered rainfall. You felt like a hurricane — powerful, destructive, merciless. You bucked your hips as his tip caught the hood of your clit, and Levi gently rocked himself against your vulva.

“Don’t, I might cum,” you protested meekly, not stopping your pelvis from matching his thrusts.

“You’re that sensitive, huh?” Levi mused, his palm sliding over your hip to caress your stomach. He squeezed the flesh before swirling his finger around your belly button, trailing the digit all the way up to your breast. He pinched your nipple lightly, a barely concealed smirk on his lips, “You really could cum like this, couldn't you?”

You could only nod, your response tied between the taste buds on your tongue. It felt heavy in your closed mouth, only for the weight to be lifted as soon as you parted your lips and let out a low moan when his tip nudged your bundle of nerves once more. His fingers left your breast, shooting down to your clit. He pulled back the hood slowly, exposing every sensitive part to his curious eyes.

And then Levi thrusted.

“Fuck!” you threw your head back, your body jerking at the explosive pleasure rippling through your core. It nearly hurt, so sensitive and overwhelming.

“Wonder how long it’ll take for you to cum like this,” Levi’s voice dripped like honey, smooth and sweet. “Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

“I’m—“ you couldn’t speak coherently, the friction of his cock redenering you utterly speechless. You were unreasonably close to climax, your poor clit overworked with no release.

You didn’t want to stay on the edge any longer.

Your hands shot from your side, finding purchase on his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He rolled faster against you, letting his head fall to the tops of your breasts. His sweet pecks abandoned, Levi left sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. You met him halfway, grinding yourself along his cock to speed up his deliberate and methodical pace.

“Good, that’s it,” he buried his face into the valley of your breasts. Levi reached behind himself, tugging your hands down until they rested on the bottom of his rib cage — smashing your tits together in the center of your chest, caging both sides of his face in between the plush. His voice was muffled, “C’mon, you gonna’ cum for me?”

You whimpered, heat igniting in every cell fiber in your body. You wanted it so badly, to tip over and lose yourself in the infinity of release. His balls slapped along your hole on a particularly pressurized pass of his cock, and you plunged past the brink.

Levi’s hips snapped as your thighs trembled, providing the delicious friction to keep your orgasm front and center and continuous. Your knees slammed into his sides as you attempted to close your legs, the pleasure overwhelmingly explosive. Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth, a failed attempt at trying to keep your mewls and breathless moans at bay.

Your pussy clenched violently, and for a moment you were concerned you might pass out. Black spots burned in your vision, brain turning to mush in your skull, full body spasming as your high wrecked you inside and out. Your toes curled, the shells of your ears scorched, and your heart felt as if it was about to burst out of your chest.

Levi hadn’t even put his cock in you, yet here you were absolutely falling apart under him.

“Fuck, Levi,” you gargled, the contractions of your walls slowing down, deepening in vitality. You were positive Levi could feel every pulse in your pussy based on the euphoric look on his face between your breasts.

You hadn’t even noticed he had tilted his head to watch your face as you unravelled for him.

“You make it so fucking hard to control myself,” Levi growled, his nails digging into the back of your hand.

“Then don’t.”

You were worried for a second that Levi hadn’t heard your breathless permission, the look on his face concentrated and impassive. You licked your lips, smoothing over the teeth indents, ready to speak louder.

It wasn’t necessary.

Levi balanced himself to his knees, bringing both his hands to yours. He threw them up and high above your head, crossing them at the wrist. With his right palm, he locked them together , your fingers curled in fists above you. Your body stretched, the skin of your mounds pulled taut, your breathing erratic.

With his free hand, he gripped the base of his length, slowly jerking the rubber covered flesh. His eyes locked in on yours, and you recognized the look in his pupils — primal desire, emotions clawing through the black spheres, ready to reveal themselves at any given moment.

Levi’s tip prodded your soaked hole, barely pressing his cock between your folds. A sliver of pink slipped through his swollen pout, leaving a shimmering path of saliva. Your hips jerked, a needy whine stuck in your trachea. A subtle smirk crossed his lips, and he sunk in.

You both exhaled low groans as he filled you to the brim. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, and Levi’s palm smoothed up your inner thigh to hold your knee securely to his side. His digits dug into the bone, and you mewled.

It had been so worth the wait — Levi’s cock felt incredible nestled within your heat. He held it there for a beat, his pelvic bone flushed to your clit. His dick throbbed against your walls, you could feel his pulse with crystal clarity.

“So fucking tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You only whimpered in response, too concentrated on the way your pussy fit his length like a glove. Your ego soared, you felt proud of yourself. There you were, laying underneath the man you had desired most of all, watching him unravel above you. He hadn’t even thrusted yet. The furrow of his brow compelled you to rock your hips slowly against him, testing the waters. Levi’s jaw slacked, feeling the smear of your slick along his base.

“Levi, please,” your lashes fluttered, protruding your bottom lip to pout. “Please start moving, I’m gonna’ go crazy.”

“Not yet,” his hand left the comfort of your leg to hold your hip, redenering you immobile. You whined in protest, and Levi sent you a harsh glare, “Don’t move.”

Against your better judgement and your body’s screaming for the exact opposite of his instruction, you stayed put. He slowly lifted the pressure on your hips, eyes never leaving yours as his arm stretched out once again. You didn’t dare turn your head, but your eyes widened dramatically upon hearing the ominous ‘click’ and whirl from the device you assumed Levi and grasped onto.

He waved it in front of your face, “Wasn’t so hard to listen to me, now was it?”

The pink vibrator spoke to something carnal in your psyche as it descended to your throat. It shook your voice box, and you jumped at the contact. Slowly, taking his sweet time, Levi trailed the silicone down to the valley of your breasts, your wrists still pinned above your head. He teased the pebbled skin of your left nipple first, swirling your areola. You arched your back in desperation, and you clenched hard around Levi’s cock.

“Don’t move,” he reminded you, biting down onto his bottom lip as he watched goosebumps rise to attention across your flesh.

The vibrations sent shockwaves to every pleasure receptor in your skin, your muscles, your brain. It was borderline torturous, the way that Levi had this total control of you. You wanted to plead for his mercy, to grant you the sweet salvation of your building climax — your clit ached from your previous orgasm, untouched and begging for more. You nearly salivated when the device gently prodded your opposing nipple, and made a hasty trail down the center of your stomach.

Levi poked your belly button, a humorous twinge in his voice, “You’re doing so good for me. So submissive, listening to every word. Good girls deserve rewards, don’t they? You can answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you didn’t recognize your own voice — honeyed and complacent, quiet and timid.

“That’s right, they do,” he cooed, leaning forward to dip his lips against your collarbone. It was a sweet, reassuring peck, and Levi quickly leaned upwards to balance himself onto his knees, releasing your bound wrists. Unintentionally, his cock angled right into your g-spot, and you yelpled. He smirked, “And you’ve been such a good girl.”

He brought the vibrator up from the skin of your stomach, holding it in front of his face. Levi pursed his lips, letting a hot trail of spit coat the rounded head of the silicone. It shimmered as the beads surrounded the circumference of the rose colored device, and his icy grey irises held intimidatingly passionate contact with your own.

Your fingers gripped harshly into the pillows as Levi slipped the vibrator against your clit, strangled gasps leaving your throat. With his now freed hand, his palm encompassed the swell of your left breast, and he rocked himself subtly into your heat. The contact of the silicone stimulating your bundle of nerves caused your walls to clasp around his cock, his member pulsing and a low groan eliciting from Levi’s chest.

It was truly a testament to Levi’s character how well he was composed in this moment. You were falling apart at the seams, brain empty, and all the while the ravenette had you filled to the brim, barely even moving. If it wasn’t for his dilated pupils and his irregular breathing, you could’ve been mistaken that Levi hadn’t been feeling a drop of pleasure himself.

Levi’s blunt nails dug half mooned crescents into the flesh of your mound, and his teeth grinded together as he moved the device in stroking motions across your clit. You were seeing stars once more, your entire body trembling. Your skin flushed hot, as if your soul was trying to escape its earthly cage. You wondered if this is what the weight of morality truly felt like.

Just as the tinglings of your fast approaching release licked hot flames at your loins, Levi lifted the vibrator off your pearl. You huffed, your cunt easing pressure off the sharp grip on his dick. He tutted in response, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Levi did not speak, though you could see the array of vocabulary flash across his expression.

A look of curiosity sparked his face, and with a quiet hum and nod of his head, he held the device directly above your pussy. Not close enough to deliver full blown stimulation, but enough to allow tickles of electronic shaking to leave you mewling and whining for more.

“Levi,” you rasped, voice cracking. “I need it, please.”

“You want it,” Levi corrected.

“Please,” you could feel the harsh sting of tears prick along your lash line. “Don’t be mean.”

“Mean?” he arched a thin eyebrow. “I have been anything but mean. In fact, I think I’ve been a little too nice.”

You cried in response, “Please.”

“Please, what? Use your words.”

“Please let me cum.”

“You can do better than that,” he teased, jolting his hips forward. The action caused a bead of arousal to slip from your union, and you could only imagine what the cushion under your ass looked like, stained dark with your undeniable yearning.

In the sweetest voice you could muster, you batted your eyelashes and said, “Please, let me cum. Please fuck me, Levi. I want you so badly, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

The device lodged fully to your clit once more, though Levi’s hip stayed locked in stagnancy. You thrashed against him, your body moving on its own accord. He didn’t correct you, letting you fuck yourself on his length and bucking up into the vibrator. Your walls squeezed around him, the lewd squelching of the mixed fluids of your arousal and the lube of the condom filled your eardrums.

“Ask for permission,” you could hear the desperation beneath the authority in his tone.

“Can I?” you both knew what you meant.

“Stop squirming,” you followed his instructions, your nerves howling in rejection. “Now.”

If your first orgasm was a thunderstorm, your second was a hurricane. Contractions felt like whipping winds, pleasure lightning strikes in the clouds. Your moans thunderous and timed, your tears fat raindrops as they slid down your cheeks. You came long and violently, every single cell screeching in your anatomy. Your thighs ached, your skull felt like bricks, and you gripped the fabric of the cushion above your head so hard you were afraid your knuckles might snap.

Levi didn’t allow your high to finish before he withdrew his hips, and slammed right into your cervix with destructive intent.

“Too much!” you wailed, throat desert dry.

The vibrator did not move from your clit, and pleasure mixed with pain. You could feel it from the tips of your toes all the way up to the crown of your scalp, like an electrical current strung taut along your nerve endings.

Levi thrusted again, and set his pace with merciless pounding. Your breasts bounced against your ribcage, and you threw your head back into the pillow, your chin pointed at the ceiling.

“I thought,” Levi moaned lowly, his stride never faltering. “I thought this is what you needed.”

“Yes!” the velocity felt so good it hurt. “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he muttered darkly.

That was when the tone shifted — this wasn’t just about you anymore, Levi was finally seeking his own pleasure.

He yanked your right hand down to the vibrator, allowing you full and total control as your fingers grasped the device. Both of his palms freed, he lifted your legs up, and adjusted himself. His torso pressed flush against yours, and Levi held your knees to your chest. His cock was in so fucking deep, the new angle providing a symphony of sloshing thrusts to meet your deafening coherence.

Levi’s stamina was something to be praised, and if you could, you’d bottle it up and keep it for yourself on lonely nights in your bed. However, memory would serve well, and you had a feeling that those moments would become rare in the future. You predicted that this union would be the first of many.

And if not, maybe you’d find new reasons to make a house call to your favorite therapist.

Levi was unapologetic in his vocals, moaning wantonly into your ear as he fully aligned himself to you. His cock stroked along every ridge and plush of your cunt, and suddenly space seemed comprehensible in comparison to the void in your mind’s eye. It felt total and complete, and you knew no one would ever come close to the hold Levi held onto you and your body. You felt seen, acknowledged. Levi had thoroughly worshipped your body, and you felt like a goddess as he laid claim to his devotion in totality.

Or, maybe you were just getting the best fuck of your life.

“You’re fucking perfect, fuck,” Levi whined into your neck, suctioning his lips to your skin. The beads of his perspiration slicked against your jawline, his forehead digging into the bone, “Could fuck you for hours. You feel so fucking good.”

“Levi!” your left arm circled around his back, nails scratching along his spine. “Want you to cum so bad!”

“Gonna’ cum so hard in you,” his tongue smoothed over your jugular. “Been wanting to since I first met you, oh fuck — s’all I thought about.”

His plunges became sloppy, and you knew he was close. The vibrator wedged between the two of you, and you wondered if he could feel the tremblings from the thin barrier of your pussy. He had to have — his tip brushed directly under the strongest points of vibration inside of you, your sweet spot swelling with every stroke of his thick cock.

“Take it off,” you begged, feeling the bubbling of your own orgasm reigniting. “Fuck the condom.”

“Maybe next time,” Levi smirked into your throat, nipping gently. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes,” you panted, overcome with the idea of it. “I can’t — Levi, I’m gonna’ cum again.”

“Do it, fucking cum for me,” he snarled, ripping his mouth away from your neck and devouring your lips in a passionate embrace.

You could barely kiss him back, lips hanging open to allow any air flow to your lungs. They squeezed in your chest, and all common sense was knocked out of you. His hips rolled, and you clamped down.

Your brain took a back seat with your third and final climax — your entire body checking out. You thrashed once more, squirming under Levi’s as you tipped over the edge. It slammed into the hardest out of the three, uncontrollable screams and whimpers breathed into Levi’s lips. Piercing white light consumed your vision, and you felt utterly exhausted as the waves of climax crashed your shores.

With hard grunts, Levi met his own demise. Spilling inside the tapered tip of the condom, his thrusts irregular, Levi came hard. He matched your own whines, his face scrunched together, and he suckled on your bottom lip to quiet himself. You wanted to hear it all, the mewls spilling forth from his own larynx, the desperate pleas of relief and completion.

As the dust settled, a thought crossed your mind. You hoped that you would be able to reciprocate all that he had done to you one day, to have him in the palm of your hand as he cried for permission to cum. After all, he hadn’t taught you how to suck his dick yet.

You clicked the vibrator off, and Levi slumped against you. You breathed into each other’s mouths, attempting to ground yourself back to the earthly plains of reality. With one last shallow roll of his hips, a quiet moans from both your lips, he pulled back and slid out of your dripping cunt. You could feel all the buildup of fluids from your orgasms coat your used hole, coating the seam of your ass as your legs relaxed. Levi gently tapped your knee, signaling you to lay flat.

Your bones screamed in exhaustion as you stretched out, weary and spent from all the vigorous activity he had put you through. Your eyes fluttered with sleepiness as he lifted himself off your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he navigated off the mattress.

Levi’s expression was full of adoration as he mumbled, “You look so tempting right now.”

“I don’t think I can handle anymore,” you chuckled, sweeping a palm over your forehead. “My body might collapse in on itself.”

“What a sight that would be,” he teased, focusing his attention to the weighted rubber on his length. He slowly peeled the condom from his base, careful to not let his seed spill from the tip. He tied it into a knot, and discarded it in the trash by your nightstand, “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but good,” you smiled lazily as you closed your legs, cringing at the amount of slickness between your thighs. “Dirty.”

“Where do you keep your rags?” Levi questioned, reaching down to search for his briefs on the floor. He tugged them up his ankles and calves, snapping the waistband in place along his hips.

“Closet in the bathroom,” you yawned, not daring to move a muscle. “Top shelf with the towels.”

He hummed before slipping out your bedroom door, his bare feet thudding against the floorboards. You nearly fell asleep in the couple of minutes he was gone, brought back by the gentle tapping of fingers on your thighs. You spread your legs apart, and Levi swept the warm cloth along your folds, softly to not arouse you any further.

The dampness between your legs was opposing in texture to the sticky mess you had made, and you muttered a thank you as he finished his clean up, “You can just toss it in the hamper, I’ll do laundry tomorrow.”

“You should,” he scrunched his nose up at the overflowing pile of clothes. “The sheets as well. If it wasn’t so late and you weren’t so tired, I’d be doing them for you.”

“What a gentleman,” you giggled, sighing as he removed the pillow from underneath you to toss into the hamper as well.

You watched through half shut eyes as Levi maneuvered through your bedroom, folding his clothes and placing them on your dresser before placing his fingers to the light switch on your wall. The dim lighting evaporated, and silence consumed the space.

You felt the bed dip to your left, and you shimmied over to allow Levi space, “You’re staying the night?”

“What kind of doctor would I be if I didn’t? Gotta’ make sure my client wakes up alright,” Levi chuckled before his tone turned serious. He gulped, “If that’s alright, of course?”

“More than alright,” your heart raced, and you lifted up as Levi grasped the edge of your comforter, bringing the fabric up to cover your bodies. “What if I need an emergency session in the morning? Anything can happen, you know.”

“Yes, exactly, emergencies,” you could hear the smirk on his lips as Levi shifted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your middle.

“So,” you slurred as you began to drift off, Levi’s free hand brushing back strands of your hair from your forehead. He twirled them between his fingers, humming for you to continue, “How often should I see you now? Still twice a week?”

“As many times as you want,” Levi whispered, his lips against your temple. “Whenever you want.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

[dilftaroooo]

very much thinking of perv!kakyoin corrupting innocent reader and absolutely having the time of his life bc reader is so wide eyed and curious and kakyoin is so… so perverted…

tags/tw: aged up characters, corruption, kak being mean

omg anon i never thought i needed a pervy kakyoin until now. keep your skirt down at all times bc this sly bastard has a habit of lifting it up unexpectedly. “i like your panties today, y/n. though i do wish they were pastel purple instead 😕” some fucking nerve- (BUT THEN U WEAR THE PURPLE PANTIES THE NEXT DAY JUST TO MAKE HIM HAPPY💀)

naughty thoughts below the cut 😳

you were always naive when it came to sex and suggestive topics in general. you didn’t care to further indulge in those things but as soon as kakyoin came to your house to show you a pornographic film and played it on your vhs player, you were intrigued. the moans, the frantic bouncing, the shimmering sweat, the wet squlching- it definitely did catch your eye and you couldn’t resist asking a question or five to kakyoin.

“why is she on top of him like that?” you would hear kakyoin chuckle, “because she’s a filthy whore who likes to be filled — do you see his cock inside her?” “doesn’t it hurt?” “not as long as your lubed up right-” so many lewd words spewed out from him that night and your vocabulary drastically expanded.

he’d show you a couple of tactics, claiming its “practice for your sake” before stuffing his fingers down your throat and watching you struggle under him. “this is easy. all the girls at school know how to do this, you’re the only one who doesn’t. let me teach you.”

you were left with a couple of tricks down your sleeves and cum deep in your throat. :0

[akutashi]

Candyman {Ran Haitani}

Tags: 18+ MDNI, drug consumption, toxic relationships, manipulation, peer pressure, corruption kink, fingering, unprotected sex/creampie, sex while under influence.

WC: 2,019

AN: hihihi, this is very different from other things that I’ve written on this page. so I just wanted to give a heads up beforehand. Stay safe💖

You weren’t going to lie, finishing up your thesis for grad school? A pain in your ass. You rubbed your eyes while letting out a yawn. The brightness of your computer screen sent a jolt to your pupils as you felt your temples constrict—head feeling heavy as you looked back at the screen, those ten pages mocking you as you swore you saw the words you wrote dancing across the screen in a muddled blur.

3:23 a.m. When was the last time you got to sleep at a normal time the past few weeks?

“I need to get through this.” You thought to yourself. It might have been the lack of sleep or the want to just finish your thesis, most likely both, as you pulled out your phone in an attempt to reach one of your old friends, Sanzu. Not the most sane idea you’ve ever come up with, but you were desperate to find a solution to help you get through the rest of your semester.

To say that Sanzu was feeling ecstatic would be an understatement in this moment — of course he would help you.

“Ran?” Sanzu’s knock echoed on the wood throughout the large empty hallway. “ ‘Sup?” you heard a muffled voice reply from behind the closed door before Sanzu opened it, leading you into the room. Ran sat behind his desk, looking up from a stack of papers as the two of you entered what you assumed to be his office.

You took in his figure as he stood up to greet you. His hair the color of those sweet lilac summer skies, with a suit to match—the kind of bright lilac skies that made that nostalgic feeling grow in the pit of your stomach. It recreated a moment that made you feel comfortable. The inviting color palette almost swallowed the fact that his gaze was anything but inviting—sharp pupils hidden behind the tired bags under his eyes, bringing you back to earth and reminding you that you were in the presence of some of the most dangerous men in Japan.

“And what can I do for you?” He smiled softly as he approached you—too close, you thought as his tall figure towered over you, looking down at you as he smirked. You haven’t even muttered a word and Ran could already read you like a book. He knew exactly how to play anyone who walked through that door, how to get under their skin just right. You looked normal enough to the human eye, healthy, mid 20s, in school, independent the list could go on. Ran knew better than that—no one has their shit together—behind that exterior of yours was someone who didn’t want others to worry about them, someone who craved stability and validation, you cared so much for others, but who was caring for you at the end of the day? You were the kind of person who would do anything to feel loyalty from another, and in reality would probably do anything to return that loyalty back.

“What do you think Ran? Why does anyone ever come here?” Sanzu spoke up from behind you, breaking Ran out of his thoughts, aware of the game he was playing. Ran let out a soft amused hum in response. You felt your muscles relax as he stepped away, going back to his desk before pulling out a small bag. “Wanna taste?” He asked as he held one of the bright pills to your lips. You stuck your tongue out slightly, latching onto the round tablet and taking it from between his fingertips. You weren’t sure if it was the feeling of doing this for the first time or the feeling of Ran’s fingers ghosting over your lips to surrender part of his supply to you, but something left a tingling sensation on your lips as you swallowed.

Ran watched intently as you swallowed it, your face scrunching up in displeasure at the feeling of taking it dry without a drink to wash it down. God was he already in love, trying hard to suppress a moan from escaping his lips as he wondered what else he could do to cause you to make that face again. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, pupils dilated, almost as if to ask “what now?” He could almost scream with delight at the sight. “I’ll tell you what, I’m feeling particularly generous today, and since it’s your first time here, I’ll give you just enough to help you through your little predicament for free, yeah?” “Oh are you sure I couldn’t—” He cut you off, “On one condition, once you’re finished with all of them you must come back here, understood? We’ll talk then.” “Of course I-um- thank you,” you nodded eagerly. “Can’t wait.” He smiled, caressing your cheek with one hand while slipping the bag of pills into the back pocket of your jeans with his other hand, hand lingering over the curve of your ass for a few seconds too long before pulling away. It was just enough to make you flustered, someone like you was going to replay this moment a million times in their head, wondering about his intentions until you saw him again, all he had to do now was sit and wait.

The next few days were painful for Ran, he knew he would see you after the week was over, but seeing the final result wasn’t as fun as watching the entirety of your potential downfall—he yearned to be a fly on the wall in this very moment. It was like a plague consumed his mind. The moment you messaged Ran that you were coming over he cleared his calendar, making sure that there would be no interruptions in your second meeting.

Ran’s head shot up as he heard a knock at the door, “Come in.” Ran could already see a difference as you entered the room, the way you held yourself—you were different than the person who walked in here just the other day. You were riding off a high and you didn’t want to come down. Ran was used to this kind of attitude, you probably felt like you ruled the world in this very moment, invincible, it was all fun and games until you came down and needed more from him.

“You’re three days early based off of what I gave you, what happened?” The condescending tone was more than evident in Ran’s voice. “Just needed some pick me ups I guess.” You mumbled shrugging your shoulders. “Come here.” He patted the wood of his cleared desk, making your way around the desk you hoisted yourself up to sit on his desk. He stood up from his chair, standing between your legs. His eyes bore into you, like he was analyzing you, judging you like you were a mouse under a microscope. 

He moved to pull something out of the desk drawer. Holding it between his fingers he brought it up to your lips. You weren’t an expert in anything related to pills, but it didn’t take a genius to see that this was something different than what Ran gave you the other day. “What is that?” You asked nervously, fidgeting your legs. “Just something slightly stronger than what I previously gave you, If you’re gonna need a pick me up this is the way to go,” he explained. He could see the hesitation in your entire demeanor. “Don’t you trust me?”— In all honesty you really didn’t. “Just trying to help you out, just trying to help you feel good.” He added, whispering in your ear. His words sent a shiver down your spine. While your reaction was almost undetectable, Ran picked up on it right away. One more word of praise and you were his. “It won’t hurt I promise, c’mon be a good girl, it’ll make me so happy.”

Rubbing your thighs in anticipation, you parted your lips slightly, allowing him to push the foreign object into your mouth. You closed your mouth, wrapping your lips around his finger before he could remove it from your mouth. Swallowing the pill and twirling your tongue around his finger, sucking softly before releasing with a soft pop of your mouth. “Oh, fuck.” Ran stared at you in bewilderment, not believing what he just witnessed was real as you stared back at him with a gleam of pride. That excited him. Leaning down he placed his lips to yours. He was hungry, he wanted all of you and when you pulled him closer and kissed him back it was like he finally felt something again. He was quick to rid of your clothes, fiddling with the button of your pants and throwing them to the floor. He pushed your panties to the side, using his calloused finger to rub against your folds. He watched through half lidded eyes as he began to rub circles, slowly. You threw your head back at the feeling of his fingers, bucking your hips as he applied more pressure while moving his fingers faster. Inserting a finger into your hole, you let out a gasp, his fingers were long and slender, perfect enough to hit places inside of you that you didn’t know could be touched with your own fingers. He started to pump his finger in and out of you, allowing you to get used to the feeling before adding a second finger. He could feel your juices coating his fingers, dripping out of your hole. “Feels good,” You moaned into his shoulder. He grunted as he continued to plunge his fingers into the most deepest, sensitive parts of you, concentrating on the low squelching sounds that were coming from your wetness. You had to be close, your eyes squeezed shut, grinding your hips in an attempt to get off on his fingers. Feeling the build up in the pit of your stomach, you became desperate, whimpering in Ran’s ear, “needa come, Ran.” A few more pumps of his fingers and you were clenching around him, crying out as you soaked his fingers. Pulling out he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly as your whole face heated up from embarrassment.

Your head was spinning as Ran unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants and taking his cock out. He spread your legs, rubbing himself between your now overly sensitive lips to coat himself in your juices. Delicately he pushed his tip into you, stalling, he watched as you grew restless. “Please Ran, need you inside me,” you begged him through tearful eyes. He then roughly snapped his hips, filling you up with a harsh slap of his balls against your skin causing you to let out a loud scream. He was rough, each thrust hitting deep in you as the rhythmic sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the room. You were practically incoherent, babbling and spewing out curse word after curse word as you tried to meet his thrusts, the desk you were sitting upon shook underneath you, random objects clattering around in the drawers as the desk shifted from his harsh thrusts, the legs of it scraping against the tile floor. 

He was focused, brow furrowed and strands of hair falling in front of his face as he watched you suck him in with each thrust. “You’re taking me so well, you’re doing such a good job.” His voice was shaky as you clenched around him. “Want you to fill me up Ran.” Your nails dug into the skin of his arm as you gripped onto him. That was all he needed to hear, thrusting up into you so that you took all of his length and letting out a groan before releasing inside of you. You let out a soft hum, feeling some of the warm liquid trickle out of you slowly as he pulled out. “Gonna need you to come give me another update next week, yeah?” Ran muttered in your ear, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix the fallen strands as you nodded your head in agreement.

[holylulusworld]

Lulu…i am back…😈

Who among our bearded ce daddies has the most corruption kink?

😘😘

Uh-huh...we are playing dirty today...

Andy Barber - he just loves to make sure he's the only one for you. He will tell you so, spoil you and take care of your every need.

Ari Levinson - well, Ari is used to getting what he wants. You act all innocently and don't want to give in to his advances. He looks like trouble, but he will convince you to go out with him. After the first date, he knows you must become his...and he will do anything to make you see, he's the one for you.

Nomad Steve -he watches you from afar. It's been a while since anyone called him the golden boy. He's a wanted man. Dishonored. Abandoned. Framed. You are the light in his dark world and he'll make sure to keep you in his life. You will be his best girl. Steve only has to convince you to give in... *a sneak peek to my last kinktober story...*

[sleepysnk]

A little dubcon for weed but going off ur getting high with Itachi… Itachi corruption kink? Fuckboy Itachi? Like he’s a child prodigy, strict father, famous clan, probly a goody two shoes right? Nope. He’s and expert Shinobi, who also drinks and smokes and fucks, he can compartmentalize. He finds out you too dabble in the devils lettuce and let’s some of his walls down, he thought you were a goody two shoes too, he’s a smart guy, he knows people, now he wonders if ur as bad as him. You’re both a little higher than your meant to be and ur gettin a little flirty, giggling, getting really close, touching his arm a lot. And he’s thinking maybe it’s just the weed, but when he finds out your a virgin he makes it his goal to corrupt you. He leans in for a kiss, before you even realize what’s going on he’s on you, both your bodies buzzing and you can’t resist. You’re breathing heavily, he’s prying soft sighs out of you, and you’re involuntary bucking your hips into him. And he’s like, “You’re kind of a naughty girl, aren’t you?” And he’s oh so gentle with his fingers down below, but he’s harsh with his mouth on your neck and chest. He wants people to know that he’s been there. He was first. He can see how hard you’re trying to restrain your voice and he doesn’t like it. You’re hurt when he pulls away, but before you can even ask what wrong he’s at the end of the bed pulling you down towards him by your legs and yanking your bottoms off. And you’re like “Itachi wtf!” And he’s diving into your thighs, being sure to leave some marks down there in case anybody else comes around. Your hiding yourself with your hands and he’s like, “Be a good girl, open up.” And you’re too nervous cuz the taste, the smell, the way it looks. And he does a sleazy, “come ooooooonnn, you trust me don’t you?” And looks up at you with those beautiful eyes, gently pries one hand away and puts it on his head, scrunching your fingers up in his silky soft hair. He gives the hand still hiding yourself a kiss and when moves it he’ll give your vulva a kiss, and when he opens you up with his fingers he’ll say something corny like, “I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me.” And he starts soft but he notices your still tense and restraining yourself, when he asks you to say his name you barely whisper it, so he decides to force it out of you. He’s slurping and sucking, both your hands are pulling his hair hard, and your yelling his name and that’s all I got sorry I didn’t know how to finish it. Do asks have a word limit? Cuz I think I’m approaching it. The weed was really just a plot device to fucking. Also Indica, Sativa or hybrid? For me it’s Indica>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

oh. my. god. this was gorgeous to read when i first woke up.

i just know he’s a fucking freak when he’s high and the idea of corrupting you? 😵‍💫 lordddd i know he is all for it. you being a virgin would only increase itachi’s want for you. he has the best dirty talk to me and his voice only adds onto that 😩.

thank you for this delicious thirst. i’m fs going to think about this now.

[junisfics]

The Worthy — Eren Jaeger (9)

Chapter Nine: Murmur of the Wind

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Series Summary: Reader is reaching a point in her relationship where sex is coming up in conversation. but she’s an inexperienced virgin. And who’s better to show her the ropes than her best friend Eren?

Chapter Summary: Eren takes Reader to an important place to teach her a different kind of lesson. But she doesn't know if what he's said makes things easier or more difficult on her heart

Content: Smut, Unestablished Relationships, Cheating, Eren is a Shitty Driver

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18+ (Fingering, Finger Choking, Nipple Play, Corruption Kink, Light Dumbification)

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Eren could feel your body still trembling, still warm beneath his palms as he holds you to his chest for just a little longer after he had spoken. The ragged ebb and flow of your shaky breathing was prominent to him as he kept you tucked to his chest.

His heart was still thumping sporadically beneath your ear, and it made you feel better about your own lack of composure, even though his was due to a previous orgasm and your was due to the aforementioned fact making you flustered.

You were praying he lacked the equanimity to notice your discomfort, that maybe his body was still too off due to his previous high to even form a coherent thought.

But that wasn’t the case. Eren was far too attentive, both to you and in general, to skip over the unsteadiness of your body. That and the fact that your shaking was so noticeable that even someone blackout-drunk would be able to distinguish your erratic behavior.

You assume that his gentle touches were an attempt to soothe your unease before he’d take you where he had planned to, but they were doing anything but their intent. The sensual presses of his fingers into the plush skin of your sides had needy whimpers working up your throat, and the gentle tug of his fingers when they would get caught in your hair, followed by an attempt to free them, had your body bending into his.

He was the cause of the pooling heat between your thighs, but you don’t have it in you to ask him to take responsibility for his… mistake.

You settled for ignoring it. Maybe, when you arrive at wherever he plans to take you, you’ll have forgotten about the spreading heat in your stomach, and the soft groans that rumbled deep in his chest when your lithe tongue swiped over his skin and caused your insides to squirm will only be an afterthought.

You hoped you would be able to do that, you were ready to, but as Eren begins to shift before you, you feel that resolve slipping again.

“Come here,” He murmurs, sliding his hands over the planes of your back until they grab a gentle hold of your biceps and push you away from him.

“What?” You ask, growing confused over his intentions, but nonetheless growing aroused as well.

He maneuvers your body easily, pliant and submissive with confusion until your back is flush to his chest and your knees are pulled to you. He wraps a hand around your waist, his forearm holding you against him the same as it had before while the other hand smoothes over your thigh and his back rests against the side of your bed.

“Eren?” You tilt your head back and towards the right to look up to him. His deep jade eyes glance back, glossed over and still hazy with arousal.

“Let me take care of you,” He tilts his head down until he’s mumbling against your temple.

“You don’t - you don’t have to. It’s okay, I can just —” You quietly protest, but you don’t bother to push his hands away from you.

“I can’t just leave you like this when I was the one to cause it,” You can feel his lips upturn against your skin.

Another wave of heat washes over you at the realization that you weren’t as collected as you had thought you had pretended to be. He had noticed your desperation, felt your body quivering against him, and decided to settle it.

You had nothing to complain about, for this is what you had inwardly hoped for, but anxiety swarms in your stomach the same way arousal had and you’re suddenly feeling like you’ve placed unnecessary weight onto him and made him feel obligated to please you. And on top of that, he had somewhere he wanted to take you, you didn’t want to throw him off track.

“Eren, you don’t have to I —”

“I want to,” He says, and his voice drops low enough so you can hear that familiar purring deep in his chest once again, “You did so well, let me make you feel good too,”

You swallow hard before letting out a shaky little and submitting to him, “Okay”

He kisses your forehead gently before slipping both hands down your thighs, towards your knees, then between them to spread them gently. His palms are turned outwards while pressing against the soft flesh on the inside of them, pushing out and down until your legs are adequately spread before him.

Your brain is only slightly muddled in trying to figure out how this certain position would allow him access to the intimate area between your legs.

Will he even be able to reach once he rests back against your bed frame?

“Will it work like this?” You ask, but your voice comes out much smaller and more docile than you had intended.

“Mhm, don’t worry about it…” He says softly.

His words bring you comfort, and you trust what he says. Your body quickly falls pliant to him when his left hand leaves your waist to push your hair away from your neck to leave the right side of your throat exposed.

You’re tense, but not awkwardly so. The tension and flexion of your muscles were due to arousal and not discomfort. You missed that, you missed this — him.

Your breath catches when his lips press to your pulse point, your eyes fluttering shut and your back subconsciously arches away from him. You can feel his warm breath faintly fanning out over the fragile skin, pulling goosebumps up the surface until he swears he can feel them beneath his lips.

Every breath you take is unsteady and uneven like your lungs are twitching around in your chest in reaction to every featherlight press of his lips to your skin. Your lips part with a quiet but sharp inhale when you feel the slick warmth of his tongue sliding over the curve of your jaw.

His hand still holds your hair out of his way, giving him free access to the most vulnerable parts of your neck and face. Your hips jerk around against the hand that is pressed flush against your stomach as his teeth take the thin skin beneath your ear between them so his tongue can slip over there as well.

Every little nip and tug, every smooth swipe from his mouth over your flesh had whimpers getting caught in your chest. He had you sounding like a little puppy, and it was cute, so submissive. It had his cock throbbing against your backside.

You suck in a little breath when you feel the hand at your waist slide beneath your shirt, fingers skimming over the erogenous and ample flesh of your navel. Your thighs and stomach flex, your entire body tightening up in his lap as he teases you so softly.

“So sensitive, aren’t you,” He mumbles, lips now pressed to the curve of your ear.

He wasn’t complaining, nor did he mean it in a negative way. He loves and craves every exaggerated reaction he pulls from you with even the softest touches. It had chest swelling with pride, and his ego inflating as he realizes that he’s the first you’ve allowed doing this.

He had so much control and so much influence over your inexperienced and passive body. You had allowed him the freedom to travel over the most intimate expanses of your skin, and he was so gratefully accepting your willingness.

He wanted to please you, satisfy you, wreck your entire being with the softest grazes of his fingers until all you know and feel is a warm and powerful pleasure.

He’ll be the first to numb your pretty mind of any coherent thoughts, the first to drive you drunk on sensuality and intimacy. And he’ll treat you so well while doing so. He’ll guide you and soothe you, walk with you hand-in-hand, every step of the way until your able to walk steadily without his aid.

He only trusted himself to do so.

He didn’t trust Owen to be so gentle with you or to be so sincere and genuine with your body and your mind. Every time he heard that you were planning on seeing him had his stomach twisting with not only jealousy but concern.

What if he hurt you?

What if his hands wandered too far or his mouth spit words that were too harsh? What if he and his actions ruined your perception of sexuality?

Eren would never forgive him, would never forgive himself if he let that happen.

You were so vulnerable, so limber and so malleable. He couldn’t let Owen — anyone — knock down your expectations.

You only deserve the best. He had meant it truly when he had told you so. You deserve to be praised and cherished. He could not let anyone let you think that you deserve otherwise.

Eren needed to be the one that you base all your future experiences on. His gentle and genuine touches need to be formed into the expectations that you would have of all your future partners. He needed you to hold them all to the highest level.

And maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, he would treat you so well that none of them — none of those of the future — would be able to reach the level of pleasure and comfortability he had made you feel.

And then, you’d come back to him... so you can feel that same way again.

Maybe he’d make your entire being feel so at home with him that you won’t want anyone else but him.

But what Eren didn’t know is that he already had that claim on you. To be honest, neither of you truly knew. Eren already owned your body, your mind, everything about you. From the first time his lips were pressed gently to yours, you were his… and you hadn’t even realized it.

And every time from then, every time his strong hands felt over your skin, the claim he had on you wound tighter and tighter.

He keeps kissing your neck while the hand on the skin of your stomach teases the elastic waistband of your pants. For some reason, it seems like the lighter he touches the greater the effect it has on you. Because you can barely feel his fingers when they dip below your waistline, but the electric jolts that spark through your body in reaction have your brain going numb

“Eren —” You whimper softly, tilting your hips into his touch.

“Is this okay?” He asks, lips brushing against your hairline as he slows the rate of his hand shifting downward.

“Yes, please,” You respond.

Eren could groan at the desperation that litters your voice. He can feel his dick twitch and harden in his pants against the small of your back, and for a moment he was worried that the two of you would be stuck in this cycle of getting each other off because one would grow too aroused by bringing the other to an orgasm.

Eren’s head would get lost in fantasizing how this cycle would go on and on until you would finally figure out that the way to end it would be to please each other at the same time… you know… like sex.

He’ll let you figure that out eventually... when you’re ready. For now, he’ll please you however you want, and let you do the same to him.

Your head falls back and presses into his shoulder once his fingers slip between the fabric of your panties and pants. You wanted skin-to-skin contact, wanted to feel his touch head-on, but you’ll settle with the sensation of him teasing you over the thin fabric of your panties.

He was hovering over where you knew you needed him like he was waiting for a final plea or a protest. You were growing impatient with him, and every time your hips twitched forwards for contact his hand would keep its distance and refuse pressure.

You were close to begging for more when he spoke again.

“Tell me what you want…” He whispers, and you can feel his lips turn into a smirk against your ear again.

You hated his teasing just as much as you loved it, and he knew that. You knew that a little part of him was doing this on purpose and that it wasn’t only to hear your verbal consent. He liked to hear you begging for his touch.

“Touch me,” You speak so quietly that Eren can barely hear it.

But he does, and he answers, “Where?”

You let out a little noise of frustration, squirming around within his grasp. He thought it was so cute.

“Eren, please,” You beg, your own hands coming down to his thighs to squeeze the muscle between your fingers.

You can hear him chuckle quietly, with a twinge of mischief deep in his chest. His fingers begin to move closer, brushing over the tight fabric until you can feel them graze over your clit.

“Here?” His voice sounds like a purr against your ear and his fingers press down against your clit.

The former idea of ‘whatever amount of contact you thought was more effective’ went completely out the door, because the middling pressure he’s applying to you now has a soft moan being pulled from your throat.

His jaw drops open at the sweet sound that leaves your lips, and if he wasn’t so damn aroused by your reactions he swears he could have laughed at your sensitivity.

“Yes, yes, please,” Your nails etch into the fabric of his sweats and your thighs shake and threaten to close around his wrist.

He listens to your desperate pleas and continues to tenderly circle your clit, so gentle and sensual that it would be unbearable if it wasn’t for the mass amounts of pleasure it was bringing you as well.

He’s known your body all for a few weeks, but somehow he seems to know exactly how you want things. It was like some stupid sixth sense. Before even laying a hand to your cunt he could figure out the exact pressure you needed from him.

He knew what you needed to feel and what you needed to hear.

“‘that feel good?” He asks, the hand holding your hair releases it to come down to your stomach to hold you still just like the other one had.

“Yeah,” You rasp, jerking your hips into his hand, but you struggle to due to the pressure the other one applies to your stomach.

The pleasure in your stomach is warm and fuzzy, almost like static, and it has arousal pooling beneath his fingers and onto your panties. He could feel the slick gathering against the material, warm and wet and he couldn’t wait to slip his fingers inside you again.

Your soft sighs and gasps were more than enough to satiate his desires at this moment. Your pleasure brought him pleasure. Every saccharine sound that left your lips equated to another languid jerk of your hand around his cock.

As much as he wanted to tease at his impact on you, he wouldn’t dare since you were unknowingly doing the same to him.

“More, please,” You whine, recklessly bucking your hips up into his hand while your body writhes eagerly.

Eren lets out a small, unbelieving laugh at your wanting, but it wasn’t in teasing. You could swear it was in awe.

“C’mon, can’t I play with you a little more?” He nudges his nose against your ear, murmuring gently against the skin of your jaw.

His words truly go in one ear and out the other. You were too wrapped up in pleasure and need to understand a single thing he had said. It was like your head was underwater, his voice all low and muffled despite his mouth being right next to your ear.

“Eren, please,” You settle for another beg, hoping that it gets the message across regardless of what he had previously asked you.

His hand on your stomach slips up under your shirt, splaying his palm out over your skin, while the other continues to circle your clit. His fingers are cold and feathery as they make their way up your stomach. You extend your chest into his touch once the tips of his fingers make contact with the underwire of your bra.

It wasn’t the ‘more’ you were hoping for, but it was more, and that’s all you asked him for.

Eren felt his cock twitch as his fingers slipped under the undergarment to meet the supple flesh of your breast. Once he felt the soft flesh against him, he pushed the side of your bra up and over your chest to fully expose you to his hand.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth at the sensation of his rough palm sliding over your nipple. The feeling was sharp and hot, and it only caused the ache in your stomach to grow. He squeezes the flesh cautiously, testing the waters, memorizing how it gives so easily under his fingers.

You were being reduced to a silly little mess and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You needed to change that.

Hastily, you grab ahold of the wrist that’s attached to the hand down your pants and shift it around aimlessly in hopes he’ll lock on to what you’re trying to convey. Thankfully, he does, and his fingers dip past the fabric of your panties to finally allow skin-on-skin contact.

They’re cold, just like the others, but the temperature was delicious in comparison to your warm body. They immediately go back to work, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit to massage the same way he had before.

“Fuck, fuck,” You gasp, tightening your grasp on his wrist. You can feel the tendons flex beneath your hand.

The other hand releases the entirety of your breast to allow two of his fingers to take your nipple between them. It was electricity, pure electricity surging through your body with every polar tweak of his fingers.

You were twisting in his arms now, legs spasming, head falling back to his shoulder every time he pinches your nipple a little harder. You could feel his cock hard against the curve of your ass, and you knew it was your fault; the way you were writhing around before him had definitely added to his discomfort.

“God, Eren,” You cry and push down on his wrist again. He complies.

His fingers slip lower, and with the guide of your own hand, his middle finger slips inside you. It was laughable how easy it was for him to slide inside you.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” He hisses, jerking his hips against you at the sensation of being engulfed by the wet heat of your cunt, “So fucking wet — so wet,”

You were still tight, hugging his finger so nicely, but holy fuck you were dripping for him. So fucking tight, but you were so wet he swears it wouldn’t be too hard to slip his cock inside you.

It would hurt a little, it always would, but if he could get you like this… then it would be so much better. He’d get in so easy, so quick, just to be greeted by the tight heat inside you.

He’d fuck you so good.

A louder moan immediately escapes your lips at the intrusion, and you swear you can hear Eren groan alongside you.

“And to think you weren’t going to let me get you off…” He mutters, more to himself than anything. You needed him so bad, and he almost feels bad at the thought that he might’ve potentially left you like this.

He feels you get a little tighter at his words, the wet walls of your cunt clenching around the length of his finger. He makes a note of that; that you like to hear his voice when he’s inside you.

You could barely recognize that fact on your own. Every time he speaks, you go so stupid off his voice that you can barely comprehend what’s happening. It’s like he shoots you up with a drug, turning your entire body fuzzy.

“‘Ren, move, please,” You cry, sliding your other hand up to the one that’s attached to your chest.

It’s like you’re guiding him, or encouraging him, maybe both. Both your hands are at his wrists, holding them tightly like you want to feel them shift beneath your fingers every time he moves them. He knows that they’re not there to stop him, and because of that, the feeling of your touch drives him insane.

He listens to what you beg of him again, just like he had before. He knows you like the teasing, but he also knows that sometimes it may grow too much. He doesn’t want you thinking that you can’t have what you ask for — ask for so nicely, at that.

He pulls his finger out slowly like he’s savoring the way you tighten up at the feeling of him dragging through you, and then he fills you up again until his knuckles meet your pelvis.

It was only a couple inches deep, only as far as his finger can reach, but it felt like so much more. The amount of him that was inside you wasn’t nearly equating to the pleasure that you were feeling, and if you weren’t so overwhelmed with it, you might have been embarrassed.

But you aren’t too sure.

Over time, the insecurity that you had built up around Eren had begun to melt away; his tender and understanding demeanor being the cause. You weren’t scared with him beside you, you felt safe; safe enough where you allowed that shell of a strong defense to slip off of you.

You weren’t trying to convince yourself that the electricity surging through your veins was excitement instead of anxiety, and you knew the tension in your limbs wasn’t in precaution but rather a reaction. Your head wasn’t stuffed and full with worry anymore, the fuzziness swarming around in there and making you stupid was made up of admiration and security.

You were comfortable.

You were safe.

You were beginning to allow yourself to just sit pretty before him, trusting him and his kindness to guide you forward. He was so gentle with you, not necessarily in a physical sense, but psychological. And you couldn’t get enough of either.

His finger curls inside you, pressing up to your stomach and nudging at that little spot inside you that you only knew existed as of a few weeks ago. The unintentionally sultry moan that you gave him in response had him shivering against you; for that smooth, feminine, saccharine sound was caused by him.

“Eren. Eren, oh my God,” You gasp, hands releasing his wrists and fingers tensing and twitching as those waves of pleasure flood over you.

He feels every little flutter of your cunt around him in reaction to the unrelenting yet gentle smoothing of his finger over your sweet spot. He can’t even fathom how that tightening would feel around his dick, and he groans softly just trying to think about it.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He murmurs with a teasing tilt.

“‘feels so good,” You nod mindlessly, only registering that he’s spoken but not what he’s said.

“I know it does. I can feel you getting tight,”

Your lips part to allow gentle, timed, and breathy moans to flow freely into the air. And even though it’s followed by you turning your head and burying your face into his neck, Eren appreciates your willingness to let him hear.

He can still feel your little pants against his skin, and although the whines and gasps are muffled by his skin, your mouth is still right beside his ear. Your lips brush up against him in a rhythm, and for a moment he thinks it’s only due to the slight shifting of your body with every pump of his hand, but then he realizes that you’re actually kissing him.

At the place where his heartbeat thumps quickly and prominently beneath the skin of his neck, you press your lips against him. Your left hand — the one that was latched to the wrist beneath your breast — reaches to your right until you can hold onto the opposite side of his neck.

The positioning is a little awkward. His left hand on your left breast still tweaks your nipple while his right hand continues to play with your cunt. Your right arm is squished between your bodies as you turn your torso just enough to hold his jaw in your other hand and continue the little kisses against his neck. It’s a little uncomfortable, but neither of you seem to care.

“More, please,” You breathe between sloppy kisses to his neck.

Once his first finger is enough out, he slips in his ring finger along with it. He lets out an audible noise before you do, and it’s just a string of barely coherent curses alongside lewd descriptions.

The stretch doesn’t burn like it had the first time. You were wet and ready for him, and it only sent intense waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t even let out an audible moan, it came out sounding like broken and choppy sobs, and you were borderline thrashing around between his legs.

He doesn’t even allow you to adjust before pressing against that spot inside you again, you don’t even get a chance to catch your breath before you’re having to shove your face back below his jaw.

He never let up from then. The tilting of his fingers turned into thrusting, and the curling turned into steady pumping. And it was just wanted you needed.

You couldn’t even get a noise out that wasn’t a mewl or a squeak that escaped when you tried to catch your breath. You were climbing that high so fucking fast that you could barely comprehend the pleasure you were feeling.

Eren was set and determined to make you cum, he wanted to feel it again, he needed to feel it again.

He was going to make you cum.

You can feel yourself getting overwhelmed, and you knew you were far too close to cumming around his fingers.

“Kiss me, please.” You whisper against his skin. Your eyes aren’t even open to see the way his jaw slacks, but you can hear the oh God, fuck that escapes his lips and you can feel the grinding of his cock into your ass.

The kiss is so fucking sloppy, all spit and tongue and clacking teeth. You can barely kiss him back due to his fingers’ assault on your cunt. He swallows every moan, every gasp, every cry you give him. Your taste is on his tongue, and your cunt is around his fingers.

He knows you’re close too.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He mumbles against your lips. He feels you tighten again.

“Yeah, ‘wanna cum for you,” You hiccup, resting your forehead against his and nodding.

Eren’s chest swells with pride. For you, you said.

For him.

“Yeah? Do it — fuck — do it, please. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” His voice gets tight, and it’s more of a beg than a command, but it’s that whiny little plea from him that sends you over that edge.

Your entire body goes tight, breath held, shaking, and vibrating as you do what he says. Your little cunt flutters around him, squeezing him so fucking tight that Eren’s own breath gets caught in his throat. He feels that sweet release of arousal slipping around his fingers, creating audible and embarrassing squelching noises as he keeps fucking them into you.

He fucking loved it.

You looked absolutely wrecked. You sounded absolutely wrecked.

You were absolutely falling apart and Eren thinks it’s the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, yes,” He seethes eyes fluttering shut, his lips search for another kiss and you meet him halfway there.

He only then begins to slow his fingers, letting himself savor the feeling of your slick warmth and the way you pulse around him when his tongue brushes against yours for just a little bit longer. Only tiny gasps and occasional hiccups leave your lips.

You exhale heavily once his fingers slip out of you and his hand shifts away from your breast, latching onto the underwire of your bra to cover you again. Your cunt aches in the emptiness you feel once he does. You wanted to be full with him forever, with whatever he gives you.

With his slick coated fingers, he moves up to your clit to circle it slowly, with no intentions to get you off again, just to ease you down. You still twitch, just little spasms as those final bolts of energy surge through you.

Once he was satisfied with the rate of your breathing and the steadying of your heart, he pulls his hand out of your panties. He gives you a final kiss, softer than any of the ones he had given you before, but before pulling away, he speaks.

“You don’t have to, but do you want to taste,” He says against your lips.

It takes you a few moments and the feeling of his pointer finger below your jaw before you realize what he’s asking from you.

You’re taken aback, but don’t decline.

“Is… is it good?” You shift away from him to look into his eyes.

Both sets were filled with admiration and lust.

“Mhm,” He gives you a little nod before nudging your nose with his, his thumb under your jaw and his two tainted fingers hovering before your lips.

“Okay,” You whisper.

Slowly, you part your lips, looking down to where his fingers are before you. They’re glossy with your viscous release, middle and ring finger pressed together as they slip past your teeth and to your tongue.

Your right shoulder is still tilted into his chest and you can feel his sharp inhale due to the sensation he feels that’s so similar to when he was previously inside you. And at this realization, he registers how helpful today will be to the mirage that appears in front of him at night.

You could feel that it was a bit thicker than saliva, but not grossly so, it coated your tongue nicely and gave the tiniest of slip between you and his fingers. It was light, and maybe there was the faintest sourness to it, but the taste on your tongue was far from bad.

You hated to think it, my cum tastes better than his.

It almost tasted good.

His fingers almost massage your tongue, like he was making sure that you sucked all of yourself off of his fingers.

And that almost felt good.

Eren’s lips part when he feels the vibration of a soft moan around him. His eyes shift from where you were suckling on his fingers and up to where your lashes rest against your cheeks due to your closed eyes.

“Look at me,” He says,

Your eyes flutter open as you look up to, and get lost, in the deep jade that you’re met with. His eyes are so full of endearment, so tender and soft yet so sensual and arousing. You don’t cower or shy away at the eye contact, you look right back.

“Pretty girl,” He says quietly, slipping his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you once more.

You can feel the wet of your saliva and remnants of your slick pressed against your cheek as he takes your jaw in his hand.

Your heart flutters this time, swelling and throbbing with an emotion or a feeling you can’t yet pinpoint. You only know that it’s new and foreign, but you welcome it. It scares you a little, just at the newness of it. It was a strange feeling, but you knew it was a good one. It was like having a sip of expensive wine and thinking oh this is dangerously good.

“Better now?” He smirks against your lips.

You smile back before pulling away, “Much.”

“Ready to go?” He quirks a brow like he didn’t just give you an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm.

You laugh breathily, going lax against his chest, “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

***

Eren had insisted on taking his car. He told you that since you offered your home to him, he should be the one to drive. He knows the location and isn’t willing to give you directions if you were to drive your own car and he can’t drive your car so it would just make sense for him to drive, wouldn’t it.

Your legs were still shaky as he pulled you up off the floor beside your bed, still unsteady as you made your way down the stairs. Eren pretended to not notice the way you grip the handrail a little too tight, for your sake. And your thighs were still twitching as you slipped yourself into his passenger seat.

He had this little car. It was a soft mix between beige and silver. The paint was muted and headlights were foggy with years of wear. Although it looked like something your grandparents would drive, you deeply admired it.

Someone might be startled to see such a rough person with such a passive car, but for some reason… you weren’t. It almost matched him in a sense. It was reliable, gentle on the eyes and in its work, and it was so fucking cute.

You could giggle at the sight of him sliding in beside you, and then your heart leaps when you notice the brand new magenta bruise in the exact space where your lips had attached to while he was pleasing you.

That mark… that mark was yours.

He seemed composed as he wiggled the key into the ignition. His hands were steady and his face had dissipated back to its usual tan complexion over its formally flushed one. His legs weren’t quivering from pressing into the floor of the car like yours were, and he didn’t hesitate before his every move like you had.

Just for a moment, you’re self-conscious... and a little uneasy. It doesn’t seem like your effect on him mirrors that of his on you. He’s collected and controlled and you’re sitting beside him with your thoughts still running around and your body still simmering with the aftershocks of his touch.

Maybe he’s just used to it.

You guess after all that experience, one would have to grow accustomed to it at some point.

Or maybe you didn’t have as great of an influence on him as you thought you did.

Either way, the thought hurts.

“So where are we going?” You ask, just as Eren begins pulling out of the driveway.

It’s cute to watch him look over either of his shoulders, brows raised and eyes wide as he checks for incoming cars. Once he’s fully pulled the car out into the street he turns back to you with a little smile on his face

“That is for me to know… and you to find out,” He says, turning back to the road in front of him.

You hold a smile and shake your head, “And how do I know you’re not kidnapping me?”

Eren laughs through his nose, glancing back to you quickly before he speaks again.

“I mean, you don’t, but just trust me,” He reassures you, bringing his eyes back to the road, “You’ll like it… I think. But when I tell you why we’re there, you can’t laugh at me.”

You feel your heart jump a little at his statement, arguably a confession. Your negative thoughts from only moments ago fade away as you feel yourself get giddy with the idea that he worries about your judgments on him. Even if his words were playful, it made you feel better about worrying so much about his view of you.

Neither of you should, and neither of you have a reason for your insecurity, especially you. On multiple occasions, Eren has stated that he won’t poke fun at you. Whether it was sincere or not, or referencing the sexual aspects of your relationship or not, it should comfort you.

And in some aspects it definitely did. His reassuring words steadied your breathing when you were panting before him, and the gentle purr of his chest against your back when he spoke eased your anxious nerves and allowed the uneasiness to morph into excitement.

“Eren, c’mon. You’ve done all this for me without laughing at me, so why on Earth would I laugh at you?” You ask as he first leaves your neighborhood.

You can see him thinking it over for a second, his tongue between his teeth and eyes narrowed as he checks both ways before turning. In the afternoon light that glints off the window onto his face, you think you can see at least a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“Because it’s literally the dumbest thing ever, but I’m hoping — that because it’s so dumb — it’ll make you feel better about… this.” He doesn’t look to you once when talking.

You quirk your brow, looking up from your shoes and to him.

His vulnerability is admirable, but you have only a little idea of what ‘this’ could entail.

The most obvious answer is that he’s referring to whatever sort of relationship that’s going on between you two, but the second most is towards what has caused you to even be in the situation in the first place.

“So, this place is supposed to make me feel better about…” You trail off, trying to get some clarity from him. He looks at you in your pause, looking at you cautiously, “... Eren…”

He turns back away with his nose crinkled and eyes squeezed shut in a disgusted cringe, “See, this is why you need to wait because when you put it like that it sounds dumb.”

He almost looks embarrassed with himself. You smile at it.

“It cannot be worse than me asking to — you know — like… every week. If anything’s embarrassing, it’s how stupidly inexperienced I am,” You say lightheartedly.

Eren didn’t find that embarrassing. If anything, he found the opposite. As much as he loathed you for living in his head, he was more than excited to hear that you want him to ruin another part of you. Another part of you that he gets to claim and treat so well that no one else will even come close.

It was possessive and obsessive, he knows that. But if you’re going to give him the opportunity, he might as well make the most of it.

“I don’t know why you’re embarrassed by that,” He blurts out, temporarily bringing his hands off the wheel to gesture his confusion, “Most guys like girls who haven’t done anything. I don’t know why, they just do.”

You pause, making eye contact with him once he finally looks at you.

You knew that. You knew that there was this perverted male fantasy of taking someone’s virginity, but you didn’t expect it to be a common one for the exact same reason: it was perverted.

The way he worded it, the way his voice strained and raised a little, it had you wondering if his statement applied to him as well.

“Do you like it?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

He immediately turns away from you, his eyes returning to his hands that now clench the wheel so tightly it looks like it hurts. His face begins to heat up and his heart starts jumping in his chest, and he immediately regrets what he’s said.

“I — um... this isn’t about me.” He stutters, but his face remains composed other than a flush pink bleeding onto the bridge of his nose.

You keep your eyes on his face and wait for even the slightest change in his expression. He doesn’t give you it, he only gives a hard stare forward and that faintest blush on his cheeks that could easily be excused by both of your earlier activities.

“C’mon, you made me tell you what I liked, now it’s your turn.” You try and play with him a little, not necessarily teasing but definitely poking at his humility.

But the same way Eren’s playfulness makes you flustered, yours does the same to him.

“It’s - it’s not like that. I’m not doing this just to get something from you,” He explains, and although you take notice of how he never answered your question, he seems to be honest with what he did answer with.

He didn’t want to tell you the full truth. Something about the two of you admitting that you liked personal aspects of each other outside of the sexual environment you created made things a lot more intimate and a lot more personal.

“If we’re going to keep doing this, I want to know what you like too.” You soften your voice in an attempt to get him to open up.

If we’re going to keep doing this…

Eren almost runs into the car in front of him when he misses the cue that there’s a red light ahead.

“We’re going to keep doing this?” He asks, finally turning to look at you. His eyes are wide, not with refusal but searching for confirmation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t - I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t —” You stammer, but after a few moments you realize that you did in fact mean it like that. But you can’t backtrack twice in a row, you’d just embarrass yourself more than you already had.

Eren notices your humiliation, for it’s quite hard to miss, and speaks up because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s turning you down.

He’d be more than willing to continue whatever thing you have going on if you felt the same.

“No, we can - we can keep doing this if you want to — or need to. I mean, I told you I’d help you as long as you want.” He tries to pull you back in.

You pause and think over what he’s said.

You don’t want to tell him that you don’t just want to be with him for his help or teachings. You know it’s bad to admit, especially since the status between you and Owen is still up in the air, but you want to be able to continue whatever sexual relationship you have with Eren.

He’s brought you so much pleasure and satisfaction and security that you’re past the point of only wanting him to teach you knew things. And as long as the relationship status between both you and him and you and Owen remains in the air and undetermined, is there really anything wrong with doing so?

“What if,” You pause, contemplating even saying anything, “What if I don’t need you to teach me something and I still… still want to…” You trail off, hoping he can catch on to what you’re suggesting.

He does. He realizes that you’re quite literally asking him if you want to have a friends-with-benefits type thing. You were obviously worried about asking it, blatantly avoiding the term and trying to remain as broad as possible in case of rejection.

He could see your shoulders turn in and you fiddle with your fingers as he continues driving, clearly insecure.

But the question you asked has been one that he’s wanted to ask you far before you even came to him, far before you even told him what was going on. This entire process, for the majority of his high school career, he’s wanting nothing more than to be able to have you.

Before it was always in a sexual aspect, he had never thought about having a serious relationship with you, but now… he’s not too sure that applies anymore.

“To practice? I mean, of course we can,” He says, only being as specific as you had, “Practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?”

His former flustered demeanor has disappeared, for once he noticed your vulnerability he traded it for that teasing and mischievous one he sports so well. But it wasn’t to make you feel bad or insecure, he wanted to bring the light back to the awkward conversation.

“If you like what we’re doing… we don’t have to stop unless you want to,” He finishes.

You let out a deep exhale at the realization that he seems to be okay with what you’re suggesting. And now the only guilt you have to deal with is that involving Owen.

If you were to continue with this… thing… you have going on with Eren, you would have to call things off with Owen eventually, or at least let him know. Even though there wasn’t a defined relationship between you and either of the boys, your consciousness is still feeling heavy.

And for the first time, you finally felt bad for Eren. You finally realized that through this whole thing he’s had to see you sneak off with someone else, regardless of whether or not you both acknowledged your feelings.

To you, it was a hard choice. You were stuck. Both of them you like, both you want to impress, and hopefully, both of them feel the same way with you.

You know at least Owen does. But sometimes, only sometimes, you worry that you only reciprocate Owen’s feelings because he feels the way he does, and not because you actually want him. But other times, when he’s taking you to lunch and listening to you ramble on about your day, laughing with you over gourmet sandwiches, you think you know that you do feel the same.

With Eren, you knew how you felt with him. You don’t need to explain it to yourself again. But you don’t know how he feels about you. For as much as you know, he could truly just want to be friends… with benefits. And although that fact is not confirmed, it still hurts. Which in turn has you wondering, why does the idea of only being friends with Eren hurt you so bad?

“Is that okay with you?” You ask quietly.

And although you can’t see it, he smiles softly, “Yeah, it is.”

The awkwardness has subsided at the agreement, and there’s a comfortable silence between you two for a while.

Eren’s happy and you’re happy, and as long as there are no labels on whatever you have with Owen, you’re going to assume that he won’t care. You’ll tell him if you have to, and you don’t have to worry about telling Eren about Owen because that’s how this thing started in the first place.

“Is that okay with you?” Eren asks, finally taking his eyes off the road and looking at you for a moment.

“Yeah,” You smile, “You’re like… the only person I’m okay doing this with.”

Eren’s chest swells with pride that he’s the one worthy enough to be the one to guide you. He doesn’t know if you’re referring to the teaching relationship or the friends-with-benefits relationship — to be honest, you don’t know which one you were referencing either — but it doesn’t really matter because you feel the same both ways.

“Even though I haven’t talked to you in like… six years?” He asks

You give him a gentle laugh, “I mean… yeah. I was, you know, really fucking nervous — I’m still nervous — but you’ve been nothing but kind, you’ve always been kind. I mean, you’re a little shit sometimes, but I feel… safe with you.”

The air begins to change as you finish your sentence. It turns intimate, vulnerable, real, and raw.

Eren wonders if you feel safe with Owen.

You don’t. You know you don’t. At least not as safe as you do with Eren.

“Do you not feel safe with Owen?” He asks quietly.

You don’t have it in you to tell him the truth. You’re still embarrassed about it; ashamed, disgusted, and you don’t want him to think differently about you because of it.

“I just… I know you, and I don’t know him like I know you,”

That’s true. So, at least you didn’t lie.

This time Eren’s the one to notice that you didn’t give him a concrete answer, but he’s also the one to refuse to prod for more.

You continue, “And I’m sorry for the six-or-whatever-years thing; for not reaching out to you before this. And I didn’t… I didn’t mean for us to drift as quickly as we did, I just didn’t know how to stop it.”

“Yeah, it was a little weird when you showed up to my doorstep for the first time in God-knows-how-long to ask me how to fuck someone,” He teases you gently, with a little laugh lingering in his voice.

“I didn’t know how else to word it!” You laugh, finally willing to poke fun at yourself, “And I didn’t know who else to go to, I told you that.”

Eren shifts around in his seat a little, just enough so he can keep his eyes on the road but also let you know that he’s truly listening to what you’re saying and not just hearing it. He takes one hand off the wheel and brings it down flat to the center console to grab your attention.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, okay? I don’t care how we started talking again, all I care about is the fact that we did.” He explains.

His glances between you and the road begin to grow shorter and shorter like he’s looking out for a certain turn or a certain sign, which gives you the assumption that you’re close to wherever he’s planning on bringing you.

“‘s just so weird,” You cringe again, bringing your hands to your face and breathily laughing at your expense some more.

“Stop, okay, I don’t care” He speaks a little harsher, far from mean, but harsher, “We were always friends, okay? Good friends. And I don’t care how weird this is, we’re still friends or whatever this thing we have is.”

So you have something…

“We don’t only have to talk about sex with each other. I want to catch up with you and learn what you’ve been doing these past years. Forget everything else, okay? I’ll teach you whatever you want, but in turn, be with me again.” He finishes.

You take a few moments to process what he’s said, and with each moment that passes, you can feel your hearting aching in that way that makes you warm again and again.

So many things that he had said in those few sentences had your lips twitching into a smile. So many things he said that you know will eventually be running through your head later on. You want to tell him that, but you can only settle on whispering a small, okay.

Eren takes a right turn after a comfortable passing minute. The road immediately morphs into a gravel parking lot, causing the car to jolt around overtop the rocks. Out past the lot is a hill, swooping gradually from the same level plane as the lot up until it looks to be a few stories high. You can’t see past the top, only the starting haze of the afternoon’s setting sun.

When you think Eren’s stopped to pull into a spot resting at the base of the hill, the car rocks a little when the front tires jump over the step of grass that leads farther up the hill.

Your eyes go wide and you latch on to your seatbelt as the back tires do the same, and then you can only grasp tighter when you realize that Eren’s continuing up the hill; tires pressing down into the grass as he makes the shallow upwards climb.

You give him a shocked laugh, raising your brows as you look at him. He’s already got a smug look on his face that tells you that he knew exactly what your reaction would be to him driving up the hill.

It’s a silent conversation; you, laughing softly at his youthfulness, and him, sitting tall on his hill of knowing you down to a T.

He slows down once the car reaches the top, and you get the opportunity to see how tall this hill truly is. Your face softens as your eyes meet the uniform and grainy view of the suburban neighborhoods down below you. The white houses are tinted warm with the setting sun.

Cul-de-sacs aren’t common in neighborhoods around you, so the fact that you can’t count the amount you see on one hand truly tells you how high up you are.

The other side of the hill, the one that sweeps down until its level with the backyards of houses, is much steeper than the one you drove up. At the base of it is a fence, one with bright orange, plastic netting to catch someone if they go tumbling down.

At the top of that hill, looking down to the quiet streets, sitting beside Eren in a comfortable silence, the lavender and peach watercolor hues of the uninterrupted, late afternoon sun bleeding across your faces, you feel something you haven’t felt in a positive light since before your friendship slowed.

Youth.

You hear the click of the ignition and the fading rumbling of the car once he parks at the top. Even in the mellow glow of the sun, you can see his cheeks tinting pink once more, and your lips quirk into a little smile at the sight.

“A lot of people don’t even know that this place exists, which is — don’t laugh — why this was the place where I lost my virginity.”

You can barely make out the end of his sentence, he cuts it off with a stifled laugh and his hands covering his face. It was a goofy mix between his embarrassment and fun at his own expense.

You shut your eyes, holding back a laugh with your tongue in your cheek, processing what he’s said.

“You can’t just tell me not to laugh and then laugh at yourself,” Your voice is tight as you limit a snicker.

“I have the right to laugh at myself, you don’t get to laugh at me!” He defends himself, but his tone is more playful than anything.

“Eren!”

He rests his forehead on the steering wheel and covers the remainder of his face with the crook of his elbow. If it wasn’t for the shaking of his chest from laughter, you would have thought something was wrong. You allow yourself to laugh with him, shaking your head and looking down to the floor.

It’s like that for a little, his little choked-back laughs followed by your equally as teasing reactions. It isn’t until he clears his throat and sits back upright that he talks again.

“Um, yeah, so this is where I lost my virginity,” He presses his lips into a line to check himself again.

You roll your eyes, “Eren, why… are we… here…”

“Because you’re a virgin!” He turns to you again, hands fanning out in front of him like he expects you to understand.

“Are you trying to make this a tradition or something?” You furrow your brows together, not necessarily sincere with what you’re suggesting but you’re surely questioning his motives.

“No! No — oh my God. No, don’t think that I took you here because — fuck — oh gosh.” He brings his forehead back to the steering wheel with a defeated exhale.

If you’d only let him.

He can feel his heart beating into his throat and pounding around in his head at your question. My God, what a stupid little innocent question from you could do to him.

“I’m kidding,” You smile, hearing his breathing steady.

You almost want to tease him a little more, realizing how flustered he can get with just a few pokes and prods, but you know better. You don’t want to push your luck because he could turn around and do the exact same thing.

It goes quiet again when he brings his head up, and the air is a little too thick for your liking. He opens his mouth a few times like he’s about to speak but then closes it after a second.

“I was fifteen and she was a senior and it was embarrassing and stupid. So just, basically, whatever, however, whoever, you lose it too… it’ll be better than mine. Because at least you’re caring about it. I didn’t care, and that was my mistake.”

You look over his face to see it twitching a little, flinching like he was waiting for you to tease him some more.

But you don’t. You realize that he’s just trying to help. He’s trying to be kind and make you feel better, in his own little Eren way. Even if it was absolutely unpredictable and had you questioning everything he’s ever said to you.

You stare back down to your lap, quiet and hesitant. He can tell that you’re trying to think over what to say, the same way he had just moments ago.

He looks over your face, the soft curve of your lips into a smile, the glow of your skin in the sun, and he’s so thankful that the late autumn brings early sunsets. His heart hurts like yours, tender and raw, but dripping with a gooey warmth that makes his stomach turn.

“You’re so strange.” You say softly, a little tilt of laughter in your voice, finally looking back to him.

“Shut up,” He says immediately, breaking eye contact, grabbing onto the gearstick, and shifting into reverse. He grabs onto the shoulder of your seat, twisting his torso to check behind him as he backs down the hill, “What do you want to eat?”

The conversation was over just as fast as it started, and you’re blinking a few times while comprehending how quick he’s decided to end your little journey. And as he drives towards the fast-food restaurant you mentioned to him, there are these little moments where you crease your brows at each little epiphany of what had just happened.

In the near silence, only the crinkling of the plastic and paper wrappings of your food filling the easy quiet, you speak.

“I’m majoring in vet-med,”

Eren looks at you for a moment, chewing slowly, seemingly confused with what you’re saying.

“You said you wanted to catch up,” You continue.

He gives you a little smile, nodding slowly as he swallows, “Like a veterinarian?”

“Yeah,” You say, looking back to the friend food in your lap.

“Now I don’t even want to share mine ‘cause it sounds dumb compared to yours.”

“No, c’mon. Tell me.”

“Dentistry,”

You look at him for a moment before the two of you laugh softly.

JUNISFICS © 2021

[mylittlesyn]

18+ below the cut.

MasterPost

TW: Tutor-student relationship (though aged up), dubcon (kinda?), virginity loss, corruption kink, semi-public sex, body worship domme!reader sub!yuuji. (I think that’s all the major ones, I’m sorry if I missed something).

You waited in the lobby of the college library, near the entrance for the same boy you’ve been tutoring for a while now. You were in your second year of grad school, studying genetics, and this kid was studying kinesiology but was absolutely hopeless when it came to his hard science classes. He was here on a track scholarship, clearly here for his brawn and not brain, but he was sweet. Even if he did try to ask you out a couple of times, he was never creepy about it. Mostly asking in a dreamy sort of way, like an ‘You’re so pretty and smart, I wish a girl like you would go out with a guy like me.’ Always hopeful, but always providing an easy out. Given you were his tutor, his superior, this was something that provided you much relief. He was your student afterall. Sure you weren’t that much older than him. He was 19 after all, and you were 23. You were both consenting adults. Technically there’s no rules against graduate students dating undergraduates, and although frowned upon, you couldn’t recall anything preventing you from dating him. Still, you wanted to be professional… Up until you noticed him jogging up to the library… Shirtless, carrying his heavy backpack in his hand and his shirt in the other. Every muscle flexed, and you watched while fiddling with the pouch that had the key to the temporary study room and whiteboard eraser and markers. You were gawking helplessly but he was far too worried about being on time to realize your intense stares.

You only snapped out of it when he waved happily at you before opening the library door, and feeling caught, your cheeks turned positively red. He walked quickly towards you, placing his backpack down before finally putting on his shirt. “Sorry I’m late teach, the basketball game ran a little long.” He smiled a nice toothy grin with his peculiar lines under his eyes squeezing thinner as you recomposed yourself by gathering your hair over your shoulder on your side. 

“It’s alright, let’s go downstairs to the study room though, so we can get started.” You told him, your voice starting out with a tremble, but quickly regaining composure. You lead him downstairs and into the study room with a glass wall peering out to rest of the library with him closing the door behind the two of you. Wasting no time, you quickly started to dive into teaching him about the mitochondria and the kinematics of it all, trying your best to simplify the topic. Every once in a while, he would lift his shirt to wipe away the sweat on his face, and you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles, or the V shape formed on his hips that was peeking out above his briefs. Each time you ended up with your breath caught in your throat, him blinking at you a few times in confusion as you regained your composure. 

“You alright teach? You keep getting all pink, you look a little hot. Are you getting sick?” He asked finally after the fourth time, but that’s when the blood drained from your face and panic started to set in a bit. “Hey, you don’t look so good. Why don’t you sit down?” He placed his arm over your shoulder and guided you into a chair he pulled out for you. 

“I’m fine, Yuji.” You shrugged off his arm only to have him crouch beside you. Why were you getting so hot and bothered now? Sure you had seen him quite literally chew on the hem of his shirt while playing with his phone, fully exposing his abs, before. So why now? This is ridiculous. Look at him. You looked at him to have him share a bright closed eyed smile up at you. There’s no way you were going to let a precious boy like Yuji get you all flustered like that. If anything, that’s what you would do… to him. Feeling settled and reassured you ruffled his hair with your hand. “Really.” You repeated and he placed his hand on your knee to help himself up. The nonchalant look on his face let you know he meant nothing, just trying to stand up, but you placed your hand over his and held it there, causing him to jerk back a little towards you with his face a few inches from yours. “If you pay close attention, I can reward you.” You purred with your fingertip tracing along the bottom of his jawline. His eyes widened slightly after they took a moment to sink in. “You do want that, don’t you?” You cooed while tilting your head to the side. With a gulp, he slowly nodded his head as blush crept on his cheeks and his lips parted slightly. Sitting back down at the table, he opened his notebook and clicked his pen, staring at the few scribbles he had made onto the page. “You have a test tomorrow, right?” You asked while planting one hand on the table beside his arm while you placed your other hand on the top of his back and leaned in. 

“Yes.” He spoke quietly. 

“If you do well… I’ll give you an even bigger reward.” You hummed, moving your hand up and running your fingers through his pink hair. He looked up at you with wide eyes and cheeks furiously red. 

“I-I…. I-I’m a virgin.” He stuttered out with a shaky voice as his brows knitted upwards. Your hand in his hair moved down to his cheek and you thumbed it gently. 

“How cute… That’s ok. If you’d rather a different reward-” 

“No!” He blurted out with raised brows causing you to giggle. “I just never thought…” He trailed off before looking away, back down at his notebook. 

“I’m your tutor Yuji, I couldn’t just very well come on to like this. Today though… Today you were so… Provocative. I thought, ‘why not give in?’” You cooed while leaning in a little closer, trying to catch his eyes as you rested your head on the hand you had beside him. When he looked to you, his face was a few inches from yours. His eyes widened and he pulled his head back some before nodding with another gulp. “Let’s study, shall we?” You chimed to see a small smile of his return. You went back to the white board, going back to teaching him. He looked absolutely adorable, fully focused, occasionally sticking his tongue out while writing furiously with his brows furrowed and full attention on you. Surely enough he kept his word and after you returned the pouch for the study room, you placed your hand on his shoulder and leaned in. “Follow me.” You whispered with your lips brushing on his earlobe. Walking up to the elevator, you led him into the tiers, the more archaic and abandoned part of the library. There you went to the 5th tier and led him towards the back of the library stacks, pulling him by his wrist in between two of them when you were far enough away from everyone else. There you tugged him closer to you by the hem of his basketball shorts before untying them and letting them fall to the ground. You cupped his face in your hands and pulled him into a kiss while pressing your hips to his. That alone had his length hardening, feeling it against you as your tongue slipped past. His hands eventually went to your hips and he pulled them tightly to himself, trying to create a little more friction with his hips rutting ever so slightly. You pulled away from the kiss with your hand going down to his length, taking it in your hand, and rubbing it. 

“So sensitive…” You hissed before nibbling down on his ear to hear him whimper. “Shhhh…. I need you to stay quiet, yeah? If you make noise, I can’t give you your reward.” You cooed as you pressed your palm against his tip before tugging down again, pulling back the foreskin. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and nodded, pressing his lips to your skin to stifle his moans. He sounded so cute, whimpering and whining so close to your ear, hips jutting everyone in a while, like he couldn’t control his movements. “You’re so cute Yuji… So sweet… Be sweet for me while I make you feel good, ok?” You hummed before pulling away to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. His brows knitted upwards in confusion only to widen with raised brows as you knelt down on the floor. With one hand you lift his length that was longer than you imagined and ran your tongue flat underneath from the base to the tip. His hands flew to cover his mouth as you stared directly into those eyes that grew half lidded with brows knitted upwards. A smirk played itself on your lips as you flicked his frenulum with your tongue, feeling his dick twitch in your hand. You could tell he was about to blow any minute, not yet having built up his stamina, but you wanted to make it last long… Tease him… Watch him squirm in your hands… Watch him get desperate.

You twirled your tongue around that bright pink tip that was just a shade or two more red than his hair. You pumped your hand up and down, slowly, feeling the veins that threaded around his girth. He was also thicker than you imagined, and you felt a wet excitement at the thought of how it would stretch you. You squeezed your thighs together and wrapped your lips around the tip, bobbing up and down slightly without ever breaking eye contact. His eyes rolled into the back of his head before closing as he let out a louder muffled whimper. You knew then that no matter what you did in the next 30 seconds, he was about to blow. So you slid his entire length into your mouth with your nose pressing against that v shape you were staring at so intently earlier. You choked around him lightly as his hot seed poured into your mouth and directly down your throat. You felt one of his hands smooth over your hair before resting his hand on the back of your neck. When you looked up at him you noticed a dazed look in his eyes and his shoulders were slumped and relaxed. You stood up with your hands gripping onto his hips to help and you felt a little of his sticky slick on the corner of your mouth. Licking it clean with your tongue, you took his hand and lowered it with your other cupping his cheek, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Trailing kisses along his jaw, you lifted his briefs to tuck his girth away. “Study hard, ok?” 

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You were waiting outside the library this time, soaking in a little of the sun, feeling it on your skin with your arms and legs exposed from your short shorts and your tank top. You noticed Yuji running towards you in the distance with a wide toothy grin, holding what looked to be a piece of paper in his hand. “Teach!” He called out while still approaching, turning just a little too quickly and nearly falling with his free hand pushing against the floor before him as he came hurdling towards you. He nearly fell on top of you as he tripped, his hand grabbing onto one of the higher steps and stopping himself from falling on you. His face was only a few inches away from yours and his smile faded with his mouth in the shape of an o as blush crept onto his cheeks. His eyes drifted from your eyes, to your lips, to your chest, before settling back on your lips. 

“The paper Yuji? What is it?” You asked while pointing to the paper as you rested back on your elbows. He blinked a few times as he pulled himself out of it before his big toothy grin came back onto his face. 

“I got an A.” He put plainly while pushing back on the stairs to then turn the paper around and show you his test proudly. You looked up at him and his adorable smile before grabbing hold of the test. “I studied really hard after our tutoring session and stayed up all night studying, took a quick nap, then woke up again to study until I had to take the test.” He rambled nervously while looking away, but you just looked at how cute his pink cheeks looked while stumbling over his words. When he noticed you were watching him, he wore a large nervous grin and you handed him back the test. 

“I’m glad… You should keep studying hard like that.” You told him as you stood up before him to then place a hand on his shoulder with you leaning into his ear. “Now where’s your dorm?” You asked quietly with a whisper before pulling away. His cheeks were redder than before and his eyes widened. 

“Uhhh… you don’t have to if you-” You pinched his cheek lightly to get him to stop talking, and he looked back at you, blinking while dumbfounded. 

“You’re so cute!” You told him behind gritted teeth while holding his jaw in your hand. His eyes narrowed with his smile after you let go of his face and he started to rub the back of his neck while giggling. 

“I live over that way. In Eaton hall.” He mentioned, so you walked on ahead of him already knowing exactly where that was. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed him staring at your behind with his hands shoved in his pocket, looking utterly mesmerized as you walked. You added a little more sway to your walk, stepping with one foot in front of the other as if walking on a thin line. 

“Must be convenient living next to the state gym.” You hummed while stealing a glance over your shoulder. You looked back just in time to realize you caught him staring, and he quickly caught up to you, walking beside you as you with that nervous quiet giggle hidden behind a toothy grin as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, but it’s far from the outdoor field that we usually do for the longer runs. That’s over by Wallace and Wilson.” He mentioned before shoving his hands back into his pockets. “So uh…” He hesitated as he looked up to the sky. “Why are you suddenly into me?” He wondered while you both waited for the crosswalk. You contemplated his words, realizing that you weren’t entirely sure yourself why you had given into your desires. 

“I’ve always been attracted to you…” You confessed while looking straight on ahead. “I just wanted to keep things professional.” You explained while stealing a glance to see him watching you with rosy cheeks. Leaning into him and pressing your lips to his ear, you took his hand and held it. “Seeing you shirtless like that, made me realize I was tired of keeping things professional.” You purred before pulling him across the street, and when you looked back to him you could see how furiously he was blushing with his eyes focused on the floor for you to wait at the dorm entrance. “Yuji.” You called out.

“Hm? Oh.” He scanned his student ID and opened the door, motioning for you to go in past him. He led you into the elevators and pressed the button for the third floor before leading you down the hallway. “My roommate is at a swim meet for the next couple of days, so we don’t have to worry about him showing up.” He informed as he opened the door to his dorm room. The entire place was rather bare, mostly limited to the furniture from the door, save for smaller things like pictures and a calendar here or there, post-it notes hanging around the desks… 

“Why don’t you pull your mattress on the floor?” You suggested while standing by to let him through. “This way neither of us has to worry about hitting our head on the ceiling.” You elaborated while staring at the lofted beds. 

“Yeah… I can do that.” He giggled nervously with a smile before pulling down the mattress with navy blue bed sheets onto the floor. You slowly walked up behind him and lifted his shirt, helping him take it off before wrapping your arms around him, feeling the ripples of his muscles from behind as you rested your cheek on his back. 

“Tell me Yuji, why are you a virgin? Surely you’re attractive enough to have anyone you want…” You pondered out loud as his hands went over yours. 

“I wanted someone special.” He confessed meekly, and you quickly put your hands on his hips to turn him around to face you.

“We don’t have to do anything.” You told him with your hands on his cheeks, looking into his eyes and speaking with the utmost sincerity. 

“You are special.” He told you with his eyes darting between the both of yours, speaking in a way as if it should be obvious. You felt a pang of guilt rush through you as your hands fell to your sides, clearly he was far more interested in you, and on a deeper level, than you were with him… But when he placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss, all that guilt washed away. You leaned into the kiss, kicking off your flip flops as he kicked off his shoes. Your hands quickly went to your tank top, pulling it off before you pushed him onto the mattress below. He fell back with a thud and scrambled to lay back propped up by his elbows. His eyes glossed over your form and he watched in awe. It had been a while since a man was so utterly enthralled by you. It was like every second he stared at your body, he was worshipping it with his eyes. Turning around, you decided to put on a little show for him. You unbuttoned and unzipped your short shorts, wiggling your but a little before bending over as you pulled them down. While you were upside down and bent over, you stole a glance to see him utterly consumed by the sight of you. When you straightened, you took off your bra, to then repeat the same motions as you took off your underwear. 

You turned back around and started to crawl up onto the bed, tugging at the hem of his pants. He slowly lifted his hips and you pulled down his basketball pants, taking them off of him before palming at his half hardened length. You continued to crawl upwards until you found yourself straddling him, cupping his face and bending over to kiss him. His hips gave small soft thrusts upwards, his clothed length rutting over your folds. The friction had you moaning against his kiss, so you pulled away and started peppering kisses down his jaw with his hot breath panting against your ear while his hands traced along your curves. “Let me take care of you.” You cooed before crawling back down. 

After pulling down his underwear, his pretty length plopped up onto his stomach with a smack. You held his girth and it felt heavy in your hands. Pressing your tongue to his shaft, you licked up, down, and around, trying to coat as much of it as you could with your wetness. His whines and whimpers filled the room and your ears. His hand was fisted and covering half of his mouth while he rested on one elbow, looking down at you. He started to gather your hair and slide it all over your shoulder as your tongue swirled around his tip. “I-I don’t know how much longer…” He panted while stumbling over his words. 

“Don’t worry. That’s the point, this way when you’re ready again, you’ll last longer.” You cooed with your lips grazing against the tip of his length before you started to bob your head up and down on him, with one hand rubbing his length and the other massaging his jewels. His whines were just so adorable, and all you wanted to do was to make him feel good, feel him wither at your touch, become absolute putty for you and only you. You took him whole, choking around him, squeezing his girth, and yet again that was all it took to feel hot seed pouring down your throat. You crawled back up as you swallowed it all, moving to kiss him with your tongue slipping past, making sure he tasted the remnants of himself in your mouth. Once you felt satisfied he had, you pulled away from the kiss and pressed your head to his. “Tell me Yuji, have you seen a pussy?” You questioned while thumbing his cheek in your hand. 

“Yes.” He responded quietly with such innocence in his eyes. 

“Have you tasted one?” You cooed with your free hand moving to cradle his head. 

“Mhmm… But I don’t think I was very good.” He admitted, looking away as his cheeks grew red. 

“Do you want me to teach you how to make me feel good?” You offered to have him nod his head against yours without facing you. “Ok, let me lay down.” You instructed, with you two quickly shifting places. With his cheeks still a little rosy, his hands caressed your thighs as you spread them. Reaching down, you spread your lower lips before him and watched his eyes slowly drop to where your hands rested. “Get closer, Yuji, lay down.” You told him, with him quickly scrambling down until his head was between your thighs, his breath blowing on your heat. “This is my pussy Yuji.” You told him after propping your head up with a couple pillows so you could watch him with your hands free. “Give me your hand.” You demanded sweetly, and when he gave it to you, you took his finger in your hand, starting by pressing it against your pearl while your other hand kept your lower lips spread. “This is my clit.” You hummed while watching him stare between your legs with as much intensity as he was giving your tutoring session a couple days ago. You rubbed his finger up against your nub which elicited a moan from you, and you watched that silly look of concentration he had when he was hyper focusing, the one where he would stick his tongue out. You smiled at how adorable he looked, trying so hard and putting in such effort, all to please you. Taking his finger and twisting it to then put it within you, you instructed him to curl his finger upwards. An intense moan slipped past your lips and his brows raised while looking up at you. “That’s my g-spot. When you thrust your fingers in and curl them up, press them to that spot. If you do it right, and fast enough… I’ll squirt.” You told him to watch his eyes darting quickly between yours, growing the sense of intrigue and enthusiasm before he returned to his concentrated look. His finger started to quickly slide in and out of you, pressing up into that spot each time, making your toes curl with you mewling. “Fuck. Yes, Yuji. Just like that.” You whimpered as he started little kitten licks on your nub. “Flick it with your tongue.” You panted as you started to feel your muscles tighten with him pressing into that perfect spot each time, quickly adding another finger. “Flick it like I did that sensitive part underneath your pretty pink cock.” You whined while pushing your head back into the pillow as soon as you started to feel him flick away at your sensitive bundle. You fingers threaded into his hair with him quickly getting the hang of things. His lips enveloped your pearl and the motion had you quickly teetering on the edge. “Yes! Yuji, harder!” You cried out while pressing his head into you, and just as he started to suck you quickly found yourself gushing with your walls clenching around him, panting and groaning as you reached your high. 

Yet he didn’t stop. He licked you clean and kept right back at it with your hand pressing his head tightly to you. “Yes, that’s it. You’re so good. Such a good boy for me.” You cooed before your breath hitched and you found yourself quick to having your muscles tighten once more. “You gonna make me cum again? Hm?” You taunted playfully while running your fingers through his hair with your eyes half lidded. 

“You taste so good, I wanna make you feel good.” He hummed with his eyes looking back at you as he readjusted to wrap both his arms around your thighs, holding himself tightly up against you, his tongue moving within you, curling upwards to press to that perfect spot as his nose rubbed against your nub. 

“You’re doing so well, learning so quickly.” You continued to sing praises and you could tell that each one had him gripping onto you tighter. He rode you through three more orgasms, each one just as strong as the last. You were covered in slick even as he finally pulled away, and just as he was about to try to slide himself in, you stopped him. “I’m going to ride you, guide you.” You told him as you sat up while coming out of your daze. You pulled his arm to have him land on the mattress behind you to straddle him, rubbing his hardened length between your folds. Your hands rested on his chest with your hips rutting back and forth. “You’re so good to me, Yuji. So sweet.” You cooed as you bent down to press a kiss to his cheek and hear his whimper in your ear. “You ready?” You asked as you cradled his head with one hand to press his face into the crook of your neck. When he nodded against you, you used your free hand to guide his thick girth to your entrance. You felt the mushroom tip start to pierce you, and you moved slowly down on him, letting yourself adjust to his splitting size. He bit down onto your neck with his arms wrapping around you tightly as he groaned against your skin. When your hips finally met his you let the two of you settle while smoothed over his hair. “You go ahead and bite, it’s ok. It’s ok. How’s that feel? Hm? Feel good?” You purred. 

“So good.” He mumbled with a little drool being left on your shoulder to then have him nuzzle into you. You sat up with him clutching you tightly, holding onto you as you started to rut your hips. His moans were muffled by your skin with his fingers sinking into your flesh. He was panting as you lifted yourself off of him to then come back down and rut your hips forward. You wrapped one arm around him with your nails starting to scratch his back as you felt him rub against that perfect spot while kissing the entrance to your womb. You quickened your pace some as his whines and moans grew louder, only for him to pull his head back and press his lips to yours. You readjusted and wrapped your arms around your neck, pressing down on them to pull yourself off of him to help quicken your thrusts. His tongue was searching within you before rubbing up against yours, moaning into it and threading his fingers into your hair. “Can I try something?” He asked a bit hesitant after pulling away and you slowed. 

“What is it, my sweet boy? What do you want to try?” You asked sweetly before nuzzling your cheek against his as you stopped your pace completely. 

“Can I try… From behind…?” He whispered timidly, for you to pull away and cup his face in your hands. 

“Of course… You like big butts, don’t you?” You teased lightly to watch his toothy grin spread across his face before he nodded excitedly. “Alright.” You kissed his cheek before getting off of him, and he sighed happily as you turned around. When you got on your hands and knees before him, you felt his hands smooth over your lower cheeks, gripping and moulding at the flesh, truly sinking his fingers in. You looked over your shoulder to see his entranced state and the look of pure utter lust and want had you reaching between your legs to press a finger to your nub. You felt his thumb pull apart at one of your lower lips before his girth slowly started to sink into you. You moaned at how well he stretched you, enjoying yourself as you lowered your upper chest further, resting your head on your forearms to feel him hit deeper within you on his second thrust. His pace initially started slow, but rapidly increased, nearly growing desperate. You’d be disappointed if it weren’t for his size making you feel so good. Your muscles were already tightening with his whimpers and cries and groans and moans filling the room as his hands clasped to your lower cheeks, using them to thrust himself into you. His pace started to lose all rhythm as you felt yourself nearly there and he lowered himself onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist with his jewels hitting your nub just right as you pushed yourself back onto him with force. Your walls clamped down around him as he continued to thrust himself into you with the sound of his skin slapping against yours drowning out both of your moans. “Cum, Yuji, cum. Fill me, give me all of it. Put it in me, Yuji.” You begged and babbled to feel his grip around you tighten. His seed poured into you with you still spasming, milking him and all his virility. Once you felt him stop twitching within you, you felt him pull out with his seed spewing out of you as he did. You stayed in that position with your behind in the air, resting in that relaxed post-sex haze. 

“So pretty…” He cooed while rubbing your lower cheeks before he pulled apart your lower lips with his thumbs. Your eyes flung open when you felt his tongue in you, digging out everything he had just put in, licking it all clean as he brought you to your sixth orgasm. Your toes curled as you mewled when you reached your high. You pushed yourself off of the ground to turn around and push him onto the bed, with you joining him, resting next to him before you pulled his head to your chest with one arm snaking around him as the other held his head to you. “I’m a man you know…” He pouted as his arms wrapped around you. 

“I know.”