Eren Loves To Eat Your Sweet Little Pussy After A Long Day At Work, He Barges Into Your Bedroom And Leaps

Dilf!Eren with his wife who was his college sweet-heart and he basically just worships and adores the she ground walks on, especially now that they are parents.

warnings: afab!reader + she pronouns, soft sex, domestic, oral (f receiving), squirting, penetrative sex, mentions of body changes after pregnancy

eren who always said he'd love you, back when the two of you were young and thrilled. eren who vowed to love you, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart.

eren who didn't stop loving you- if somehow it was possible, he's only just more in love with you.

eren loves the days when his parents come to collect the kids, taking them out for a fun day and leaving just the two of you alone in the house. he can't resist snuggling up behind you when you're washing dishes, his plush lips pressing against your neck, his hands groping your hips, slipping under your top, his long hair tickling your face.

"eren-" you giggle as his large hand splays over your breast, squeezing the fat as he starts to rut his hips into you, letting you feel his stiffening cock.

"come on-" he coos. "those munchkins are gone- i miss you." you know it's stupid how needy he is because you see him every day and sleep in the same bed together as you've been doing for the past twenty years but eren's like that- so drunk on love, so drunk on you.

so with a sigh that you know you're faking because your lips are stretching out in a grin you let eren lead you away to the bedroom.

eren's never gotten bored of you, and you don't think he ever will. he eats you out like a man starved, mouth tireless as he laps at your wetness and sucks your throbbing clit. he loves how your legs wrap around his head, your hair tugging him against your soaked cunt, loud moans filling the room as you rut your hips against him, using him to get off as he groans, humping the edge of the bed for sheer relief as he eats you out. he fingers you so well, long fingers curling to find that sweet spot that has you crying out, trembling hands gripping his wrist as he just continues relentlessly, pushing you to an orgasm, coaxing you to cum on his tongue. but he doesn’t stop then- he continues, moaning into your pussy with you, not stopping till you’re seeing white, till your back arches off the bed and your legs tremble around his head, till you’re squirting all over his face.

eren who praises you, who calls you beautiful as his hands roam your body, loving what motherhood has done to you. he loves to slide his painfully hard cock into your warm tight cunt, moaning your name as his fingers lace with yours. he can go for rounds after rounds, loving to fuck your sweet little cunt, loving to play with your pretty nipples and kiss you messily, swallowing your moans. eren who’ll never get tired of seeing how beautiful his love looks when she cums on his cock with her name heavy on his tongue.

no face, no case • eren jaeger x black !fem reader

who knew that a simple picture posted on your Instagram could cause so much controversy? Oh…if only they knew the origin of it.

themes: just some nasty ass vacation/hotel sex, marriage proposal, marking (from the reader), foot play, drunk eren, back shots, overstim, slapping, choking..yktv

📝: sliding down a wall thinking about Eren and his influencer wife again like ughhh…this is just a little short drabble I’m totally not using an excuse to avoid finishing the full fic..never 🌚

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location: Santorini, Greece

not exactly the reaction you were expecting to garner for a simple photo. A mere picture like the countless hundreds of others that could be found on your instagram feed..except it wasn’t!..and granted, it was nothing for you to crack one hundred thousand in a day but this?..was for a whole other reason. Reasons that had sent your entire following and the rest of the of the internet into a frenzy. Your texts practically imploding and notifications gone off the rails.

blogs like TheShadeRoom scrambling and breaking their fingers trying to post about the salacious snapshot posted from (reader’s social media name). What photo? Just a selfie taken from a ceiling mirror of the Katikies hotel room..

swaddled by crinkled white sheets and a man with long hair, tan skin, a tattoo on his right shoulder blade with various scratches on his back as he lie on top of you. Your right hand splayed across his skin and your ring finger glistening with a giant rock.

right now, you were the number one trending topic on Twitter..timeline ablaze with speculation of who was asleep in your bed. But in a not so distant past, he was wide awake, contributing to the mess you both lie in..

one hour earlier….

“F-fuck! Baby…you fucking me so good!”

the words spilling from between your drool stained lips, head tilted backwards courtesy of his fist clutched around the Brazilian wavy bundles cascading to your thin waist. The same hand held the diamonds of his buss down AP gleaming under the dimmed lighting, kept you reigned in as he tugged (y/n) back against his cock.

each inch filling you repeatedly and only getting deeper as those strokes intensified. Your thick, plump ass bouncing off the v-line of his chiseled six pack, moving fluidly like water as he pumped you full.. “I can’t help it..this pussy ‘s good, babygirl..and you creaming on my shit too, goddamnnn.”

that whiny wail coming from none other than world renowned artist and your fiancé, Eren Jaeger. Although that last part was to remain a secret until the two of you were ready to pop out and share that with the world. For now, you were celebrating your newfound engagement with passionate, rough and filthy lovemaking.

he had flew you out to the island on a last minute, spur of the moment getaway to celebrate the release of his long awaited EP and its success. Little did you know in the midst of a toast at an intimate candlelight dinner, would he fall to one knee, brandishing a small velvet box and ask you to be his wife. Without hesitation, you accepted and now, fast forward and you were being treated like his dirty little slut!

“..and imma get to fuck you like this for the rest of my life..oh shit..” so helplessly and needy rutting his hips into your bouncing backside. That tight grip of your cunt and milky cream, thanks to a thumb resting in your asshole, slathering him made it hard to keep his composure. Oh, he was so pathetic and fucking sexy as he hovered over your body.

but he always got like this with alcohol in his system. Shots of Dusse exchanged in the hot tub had led to the dark liquor coursing your veins and bringing out your nastiest sides.

from letting him dangle your head from the edge of the mattress and sloppily fuck your throat into oblivion as you drank his cum like water or sitting atop his face and gliding your pretty pussy across his lips until he sucked your sensitive clit to a squirting climax..going for rounds and rounds to give each other insurmountable pleasure. Beating your poor little walls sore with that big dick and he still was going! Now, you were hitting your second winds and it was as if he was trying to break the bed in the process.

“Aaah! Erennn..right there, you hitting my fucking spot!…gonna make m’ come all over this dick!” hearing your sweet voice cry out like that that done nothing more than to fuel his raging fire. Roping a hand underneath your thick thighs to massage your little bud;

coffin tips of the long acrylics brushing gently against your folds. Meanwhile, he had arched your back to its highest point and began pounding that dripping heat. Your mouth cradling a fluffy pillow in front of you as tried to muffle those moans but it was to no avail.

reaching across, Eren grasped that white linen and tossed it to the floor before folding himself completely over (y/n)’s back that he proceeded to mark with light kisses. Heavy full balls slapping against your slit and making your legs quiver in the process. “Then let me hear it, baby. Tell me how good it is..who that pussy belongs to.”

there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind from the way he had you clawing at the sheets and nutting all over his shaft but something about hearing it just inflated his ego. Tugging at your throat now, he’d pull you towards him to hiss in your ear as he spanked your ass. “I said let me hear that shit, mama..don’t get quiet on me now.”

without having to repeat himself twice, you’d mutter in a choked out whimper, glaring up at him with fluttering eyes and answer: “..mmm, you daddy! This pussy yours..” satisfied and quite full of himself, your future husband smirked and pulled you into a searing kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth where he drew out a trail of saliva when you parted.

in an almost lightning fast motion, he’d pull out slightly only to flip you over onto your back and fold your legs up; curling your thighs in his muscular, inked up arms. Both knees burrowed into the the memory foam, sinking down as he gathered his stance one more time. Gripping the shaft of that stiff cock, he’d tap the head against your messy sex..coaxing out more of that stickiness he craved. He couldn’t stop until you were pumped full of his nut either so with that, he’d push that thick length through your walls until you could feel it resting at the pit of your stomach.

emerald green eyes locked into your own as he stared down at your face, watching the reactions change by the second as he pinned you down and stuffed that tight pussy with every inch he could offer. Thrusting gently for only a second to slow his pacing. In that short minute, he’d glance down to spot your feet plastered to his chest…

a gold anklet with his initials and white painted toes planted to his skin. To quell your shaking, Eren slid them into his mouth and suckled as he continued to feed you deep strokes. Flicking his tongue over your instep and ankle as well.

“Oooh fuck…you know how much I love that shit, baby..”

There was no time for him to go slow..he couldn’t handle it right now..it felt too goddamn good. Suddenly, a slight bulge started forming at the base of your tummy near that dangling belly button ring…and you’d push him back almost immediately. Big mistake.

rather than holding those legs back, your throat became the next resting place of his large hands. His thumbs brushing the sides of your face at the same time.

“Move your hands, baby. Or I’m only gonna get deeper..don’t you dare try to keep this shit from me right now.” Sucking his teeth, trying to keep himself from coming right there but it was all but impossible when he’d begin to drum out small splashes of squirt from your little hole. It’d spasm and clamp every time he’d pull out and go back in. You couldn’t stop and he didn’t try to stop it either. Just slapping those nine inches against you to make it worse. “Squirt on that shit, baby. Don’t hold it from me..” giving you light taps to the cheek to bring you back to consciousness.

Eventually though, he couldn’t keep up either and those rhythmic strokes slowed to more sporadic ones as his larger frame fell cast over you. Digging your nails deeply into his muscular back, adding to the collection of scratches from earlier;

keeping him close while he hit his final stride. You’d squeeze at his base and it caused faint gasps to erupt in your ear. With his long brown locks gliding over you, (y/n) cupped that handsome face and pulled him into a searing kiss to help ease his mind. “..c-can’t hold it..’m gonna come, princess! I’m coming in this pussy—“ the last words he uttered before you’d feel his stroking come to an abrupt halt and along with a loud groan, his entire load was emptied into your womb.

“Mmmm…yes. Come in me, daddy..let it out.” Encouraging with sweet nothings and slow rubs to his back. He was pumping for nearly an entire minute until you felt it come to a stop and he was left an overwhelmed and overstimulated mess…completely spent and at your whim. He hadn’t been this vulnerable in a very long time and he couldn’t believe that this was future. Fucking this beautiful woman every night until the day he died. Exchanging kisses and breathy ‘I love you’ ‘s in a moment of passion, you’d fall into one another’s grasp and soon after, he’d fall off into slumber.

gently caressing him, you’d place a soft peck to his temple..happily thinking about the fact that he was yours forever now. And just to capture the occasion, you’d reach over for your phone, grabbing the device from the nightstand. Tilting it up, (y/n) let the camera take a couple stills of your half nude bodies. It was a night you’d cherish forever and true enough, the world wouldn’t know who was responsible for that happiness until you were full and well ready.

but a little teaser wouldn’t hurt.

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belphie can already feel his cock throbbing under his pants when he finds you napping in his bed.

you’re all curled up on yourself, his t-shirt you’re wearing is lifted over your ass leaving a good glimpse of your panties.

he couldn’t help himself. he had been thinking all morning about your nice tight pussy and now that you are serving it to him directly on his bed he can’t help but take advantage of it.

his boxers fall at his feet quickly. he didn’t like the thought of waking you up, he wanted to let you rest but the need to slide inside you was too strong.

his cock throbs as he presses it against your covered cunt and rubs it back and forth. his eyes roll back as a soft moan escapes from your lips.

his lips cling to your neck. belphie sucks your soft skin from behind your ear to your shoulders, hoping this will help stifle his desperate moans.

belphie’s hand runs from your side to your breast. he gropes it firmly and squeezes his index and thumb over your nipple, “you’re so good,” he whispers in your ear.

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Okay so you know how Eren is usually popular and a jock and Y/n is a loner/loser who is a nobody that no one likes……? Okay now imagine this, Eren is the loner/loser and Y/n is the popular girl that everyone simps over…….Its been on my mind all day so, add a cocky y/n who likes to tease Eren!!👀

now this is something i can get behind 😳 i was actually reading a little drabble over a nerdy eren messing with the cheerleader reader sooo, this is like a sign right? working on this, i added some things so i hope that you’ll like it!!

(i hope i didn’t go overboard with this)

enjoyyy ♡

“tease me, baby”

━━━ loner!eren j. x cocky!reader 18+

synopsis ➝ you’re the popular pretty girl that everyone loves and eren’s the quiet guy that wants to stay far, far away from girls like you. except, how can he do that in the confines of the detention hall, locked in a room with you? and how long can he fight you off without fucking your silly little brains out? you can’t wait to find out.

“please me, baby, turn around and just tease me, baby…” – cb & bm

tags/warnings ➝ modern!au, hs!au, sexual content, not a slowburn but it doesn’t jump right into the smut, shy!eren, virgin!eren, flirty reader, both are 18, detention sex, switch!eren, possessive!eren, slightly possessive!reader, praising, hair pulling, manhandling, oral (f. & m. receiving), premature cumming, meanie!reader, unprotected sex, dom(ish) reader, riding, breeding, creampie, eren hates you but loves the way your pretty pussy wraps around him <3

wc ➝ 17.1k

a/n ➝ i have to say, i really like this idea and this will be my first time ever writing eren this way so i’m probably a little too excited ahem...anyway, i had a lot of fun writing this so hopefully you’ll like it just as much as me! definitely recommend listening to ‘please me’ for this because…wow. it just fits, am i right? okok let me let you get to reading and pls rb/like bc apparently my mental health depends on numbers 🚶🏽‍♀️

Eren Jaeger.

Mysterious, quiet and smart with zero friends whatsoever. And yet…he was still one of the only guys in school that hadn’t approached you yet.

As you sat in the seat closest to the front of the classroom with a pen between your glossy plump lips, you pondered on what made him so different from everyone else. The room was half filled by now with only ten minutes left before class started. You were waiting for him to slink in behind a group and disappear towards the back of the room so that no one noticed him. You always did. People tended to forget he even existed because he walked a bit hunched over with his signature dark hoodie concealing all but his face. He always looked as if he only got three hours of sleep every night with dark bags underneath his dull emerald eyes. Despite such an ordinary look, he was still captivating.

There was something underneath the baggy clothes and unruly hair. Something dark yet inviting. And like a moth to a flame, you were interested and wanted to find out what that something was.

Finally, with five minutes to spare, you noticed him.

Four girls walked through the door, laughing and talking amongst themselves. Eren shuffled in right behind them, head down, with his book bag over his shoulder. When they dispersed to their usual seats, he blended in with a few other classmates until he finally made it to his regular seat at the back. You watched and that was when you’d noticed that someone was already sitting there, and not just anyone — but your ex boyfriend, Jean.

This was going to be interesting.

Instead of making it your problem and getting in the middle of what was to come, you stayed seated and chose to watch how Eren decided to handle it.

He stood over the boy, his facial expression lacking much else other than a faint scowl. “Hey. That’s my seat.”

“–and I didn’t know what to expect so when she squirted, I just laid there like this!” Jean mimicked what he’d done that night and his friends laughed, some with tears in their eyes. “I’m telling you. It was a shock but we fucked like three more times after that.”

“You took her home, right?” one of the friends asked, eyebrows raised.

Jean shook his head. “Nah. She had a ride. Glad I didn’t though. Probably would’ve fucked again before dropping her off.”

“Ah, come on,” Another one of them piped up, smirking. “She wasn’t that hot, dude.”

Jean scoffed. “Man, you didn’t see her. Her ass was fat. And her tits, bro,” He shook his head, stunned. “Comically large. I’d definitely mess with her again.”

Eren licked his dry lips before releasing an audible breath that made the senior turn around to look at him with a clear frown on his face.

“Yo, can I help you?” Jean asked him, arms crossed against his chest.

“You’re in my seat,” Eren simply repeated in the same monotone as before.

Jean dry laughed, looking him up and down. He shared a look with his boys, “Yeah? Well, that’s funny because,” he stood up and looked around the seat and desk, even the floor to double check. Once he was done with his search, his friends snickering behind him, he scratched his head. “I don’t really see your name anywhere on it.” He dropped his hand and stepped in front of Eren, eyes hard.

“So why don’t you go find somewhere else to sit, piss face?”

For the first few moments, Eren hadn’t said anything back to that. His eyes soaked up the arrogant look on Jean’s face until he snorted, making the other’s eyebrow twitch.

“Aren’t you y/n’s ex boyfriend?”

The question instantly set off a bomb inside of Jean’s head. He quickly took Eren by the scruff of his hoodie, bringing his face as close as possible, baring his teeth at him.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“What?” Eren tilted his head, a slow smirk spreading along his lips. “Too soon?”

The punch that came across his face was expected but it definitely hurt. Eren tumbled back, knocking into a desk near him. The girl that was sitting at the desk gasped and stood up, moving to the stand against the wall so she didn’t get involved.

“Say it again! I didn’t fucking hear you!”

Your pen dropped on the desk as you pushed your chair back, and hastily stood up. It probably wasn’t all that smart to get in between them now, but for some reason — you couldn’t just watch it all unfold. Not when you knew how violent Jean could be. At first, you were fine with letting Eren handle him by himself but after seeing him get hit — something in you snapped. You couldn’t watch it any longer.

When you made it to the back of the room, Eren was leaning on the desk he’d knocked into with one hand, using the other to wipe away the blood trail from his mouth. The two were in a staring match when you snapped your fingers in Jean’s face.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You shouted at him, face twisted up.

He scoffed, looking between you and Eren. “Me? What’s wrong with me? How about you ask that freak instead. Why the fuck would he bring you up?”

You shook your head, “Jean, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but you need to get your shit together. You’ve beaten up half the school already, and wonder why we’re not together anymore.” Disgusted, you walked over to Eren and sighed. “I’m so sorry about that. Are you…are you okay?”

The last person Eren wanted to come and check up on him was you. Or any girl that was like you for that matter. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over the short skirt you were wearing. The thigh highs you wore weren’t enough to stop his mind from racing. How they seemed to be wrapped around your legs so tight, the fat of your thighs were spilling over them. Not to mention the buttons of your shirt looked like they were holding themselves together with nothing but luck and a prayer. 

The many nights he spent jerking off with you on his mind made him look away from you, a frown settling on his face.

“I don’t need your help,” he mumbled, making you frown up as well. “Go away.”

“Eren–”

“Oh this is funny,” Jean interrupted from behind you, clearly amused. He began clapping and soon had the entire class’s attention now. As if he hadn’t with the way he punched Eren seconds ago.

Great.

You turned around to face him, highly annoyed.

“So the outcast wants nothing to do with the slut of the school,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Oh how the tables have turned.” His twinkling brown eyes fell on Eren, smiling. “And why don’t you wanna fuck Miss Popular? Don’t tell me the rumors are true.”

His friends bursted out laughing then shushed each other. With a knowing smile, Jean glanced at his group then back at Eren who looked bored of the entire conversation.

“Oh…You’re not gay are you?” No response. “It would make the most sense.” He walked forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you against his chest.

“Jean, let me g–“

“So you’re telling me,” Jean clamped a hand around one of your tits, squeezing it. You squeaked, and slapped at his hand, trying to get him to let go. He smirked. “That you aren’t turned on by this? That you wouldn’t fuck her even if she begged you to?”

Jean was one of the biggest bullies Eren’s ever had to deal with. When he transferred to the new school, it was done because of his parents divorce. His mother ended up with full custody of him which meant that he was pulled from the town he’d grown up in only to be thrown into a new city full of new people. That was freshman year. He was now a senior.

Back at his other school, there were plenty of bullies that he managed to ignore but sometimes sticking to the shadows did him more harm than good. They managed to conjure up the ludicrous idea that he walked around the school grounds like he was better than them all when he just wanted to get from point A to point B with no problems. The mere sight of him riled them up and he had to fight for his life almost everyday because of it.

With Jean, it always felt like a losing game. He was a jock and was captain of the basketball team. Everyone around the school knew that he’d dated most of the girls on the cheerleading squad but it was a big deal when he worked his charming magic on you. No one could believe it.

You were the only girl on the school’s official dance team that hadn’t ever bothered to spare him a second glance. At one point, you’d also been the new kid. Except, unlike Eren, you were treated as the shiny new toy. Every girl wanted to either befriend you with a devious motive or hate you from afar because of your beauty and talents. You were smart and good at dancing. Cheerleading was said to typically be left to the type of girls that yearned for the male attention but dancing was more for those that wanted to chase their passion. You’d been dancing since you were merely four years old and by the time you got to middle school, everyone knew how good you were at it.

Naturally, when you arrived to Paradis High, almost every girl had you on their hit list. There were some that were immediately friendly but Jean was their school’s pride and joy. The ‘It’ boy, so to speak. The instant he’d set his eyes on you, determined to turn your head, they were out for yours. You were hated simply because he wanted your attention and there was nothing more you could’ve done but politely decline each and every single one of his offers. Even though the girls saw that you held no interest for him, they hated you more for thinking you were too good to give him a chance when that was all they’d wanted from him. A simple glance from him in their direction would’ve made their entire year and you were boldly telling him no.

Eventually, with enough pleading, you caved. One date led to another and soon, the entire school quickly found out about your first kiss with him and they were suddenly all on your side. Girls that sabotaged your dance shoes, tripped you in the cafeteria or embarrassed you in classes by spreading false rumors — all came to a stop the moment you became the basketball captain’s official girlfriend.

Months to a year went by until you began to notice him talking to other girls. It’d seem he’d grown bored of you, and was looking for someone new to date. One night while on the phone with your best friend, Mikasa, you cried about it. She tried to offer up some decent advice but none of it made you feel any better. You knew what you had to do.

So you did it. You broke up with Jean, and things hadn’t been the same.

You’d gone from having the entire female population of the school on your side to having only two close friends that didn’t end up hating your guts by the end of it all. Mikasa and Sasha were there for you, through thick and thin.

You owed them too much for it.

With the break up came Jean becoming bitter about the situation. He’d blamed his failing grades and sour mood on losing you. Even the performance at his games became a problem. His coach wedged a stick up his ass to get him to improve but Jean just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even hearing your name made him lose his mind. Hence why he looked like he was ready to strangle Eren moments ago after hearing your name fall out of his mouth.

“Jean, get the fuck off of me!” You exclaimed, trying to sink your nails into his hand to let you go. He continued to ignore you, eyes set on Eren who finally was giving him some sort of reaction with the way his fists were now balled up.

“Come on,” Jean pressed, keeping a hand on your breast. He laughed, “If you’re gay, just say that. No judgment here! Just don’t see how you’d not get turned on by all of this.” He looked down at your chest then at your neck, smirking. “I almost don’t believe it.”

When he gave you a little slack by trying to take your jaw in his hand, you shoved your back into his chest and he coughed, releasing you completely. You stumbled towards Eren, livid, as you tried to fix some of the buttons that had come undone.

“You’re an asshole, Jean! I hate you!”

Jean rubbed at the center of his chest, staring at you with a bit of playfulness that only made you more upset because how was he able to look at a situation like this as if it was genuinely funny to him?

“You hate me? Well that’s not what you were saying when you were spread out on my bed last week taking my co—”

The jab that connected with his jaw made him fall right to the ground with a groan, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Your eyes widened, taking notice that it was Eren that had thrown the punch. Your mouth dropped open to say something when Eren gave the other another hit across the face, jaw clenched in pure anger.

“What the fuck man!” There was a cut at Jean’s eyebrow that was quickly covered in blood as he tried to defend himself from Eren’s attacks. He was bigger than him and felt he worked out more but he still found himself unable to throw Eren off or dodge enough of his punches without gaining a split lip from them. “Get off of me, freak!”

“Eren!” You didn’t know what else to do other than try and pry him off of Jean so you did what you could until you heard a loud whistle ricochet off of the classroom walls. You covered your ears along with everyone else that was standing idly by, watching the fight.

“Just what in the world is going on back here?” Mrs. Ackerman asked, looking above the rim of her glasses as she finally pushed through the crowd that surrounded the three of you. She had a hand on her hip with her walkie-talkie in the other, a firm yet enraged look on her face.

Due to the distraction, Jean used the chance to push Eren off and stand up, hopping from side to side to gain his footing. You helped Eren up but he only brushed you off with a frown, moving away from you altogether. It would’ve made you a little sad if you weren’t interrupted by the teacher.

“All three of you. Principal's office. Now.”

Just as you thought.

After school detention for three consecutive days.

If that wasn’t worse, you and Eren witnessed Jean staying back in the office when you two were dismissed because apparently his punishment needed some adjustment so it wasn’t going to take away from his mandatory basketball practices after school. His days were said to differ from through the week to the weekends but how likely was that when his dad owned the school? Most of that was said to trick you in case you were listening but you already knew nothing was going to happen to Jean even though he’d basically started the entire thing. Eren had hit him last but only to defend your honor.

Honor…

Interestingly enough, it only just occurred to you why Eren might’ve hit him earlier. Was it really to defend you? In truth, Jean was right. You did sleep with him last week but only because he wouldn’t stop hounding you about missing you. When they failed to work, he insisted you help him with his homework and he’d finally leave you alone for the rest of the year. Claiming that he wanted his grade up to look good for college. As a fellow senior, you couldn’t say no because it was a stressful time for all the seniors. So yes, you went. However, with his hand constantly making its way to your thighs, looking at you with nothing but desire — he’d won. You didn’t miss him by any means. Your body only missed his touch and soon, he was several inches deep into your abused cunt, hammering against your cervix until you came in a matter of minutes. Shame quickly set in after that.

Even though it was true, it wasn’t meant to be told to everyone else. Both of you agreed that nothing was to be said to anyone and that it was to be the last time you saw each other. Graduation was around the corner so you didn’t say no but maybe you should have because what if it only made things worse with his obsession with you?

It was probably best that you kept your selected college to yourself in case he decided to try and apply too.

The last thing you needed was for Jean to follow you even to college. A place where you dreamed of it being Jean-free.

Detention began today, after school, and you weren't looking forward to it. That was why you trudged behind Eren in the hallway, dreading the long hours of doing absolutely nothing in a room with only just him and Ackerman.

Then, it hit you.

A room of only you, Eren and Mrs. Ackerman. The woman was going through a tough time in her marriage to Mr. Ackerman, the history teacher. A lot of students called him by his first name since that was a good way to piss him off, which was Levi. It did the trick every single time.

Anyway, that concluded with her leaving the room to spend thirty minutes to an hour on the phone going back and forth with him. In turn, leaving you with Eren all alone, in the classroom.

A slow smirk spread across your lips.

Maybe you weren't going to be so bored after all.

After a few more classes, it was time to head to the detention hall.

Eren texted his mom after leaving the principal's office earlier to let her know why he wasn't going to be able to make it home at the usual time. If she was upset, that didn't translate through her texts back to him and so he was left wondering how she was going to really react when he got back home.

Your parents weren't surprised nor upset but they told you that nothing like this needed to happen again. Like you were going to associate yourself with Jean anymore.

When you walked in, the room was empty.

Mrs. Ackerman's purse was on top of her desk at the front of the room but she was nowhere to be seen.

Breathing out a small sigh of relief, you walked further in and surveyed the array of seats in the room. In the end, you chose to sit towards the back, by the long window that spread across the wall, providing plenty of natural light for the spacious room.

Once you set your things on the floor by your chosen desk, you looked around and heard the door creak open. Eren strolled in with his backpack over his shoulder, wearing a sullen look on his face. His eyes danced about the room until he spotted a good seat that was miles away from you but still at the back.

You visibly pouted as you watched him set his stuff down, and sit at the desk. He pulled out his cell and with his cheek pressed against the palm of his hand, staring down at the screen as he let his thumb scroll through his social media — you were completely ignored.

Eren was a strange one. He'd fought Jean even though he had no personal vendetta against him because...Because of what? Again, you couldn't help but wonder if he was defending you earlier. Did that mean he didn't hate you as much as he said he did? What if underneath all of that hard exterior there was someone that actually gave a damn about you?

It was hard to deny the fact that you wanted something real. A relationship was more than the physical side to it. There needed to be romance, a real connection and something meaningful there. All of your previous boyfriends only stayed with you because it was hard to get your attention. Once they had it, they got bored and moved on.

It was time to stop choosing the same set of guys. Maybe going after someone a little less...cocky and more of the opposite was your best bet.

Someone like Eren.

“Psst.”

He remained focused on his phone, acting as if he hadn’t heard you.

“Eren,” you called out and he still didn’t give you the indication that he’d heard you. He definitely did.

“Eren—”

“—spaghetti? Is that what you’re wanting for dinner tonight, hun?” Mrs. Ackerman spoke into the phone as she walked back into the classroom wearing a gentle smile on her face. You stopped trying to get Eren’s attention and turned yours to her conversation instead. It wasn’t everyday she talked with her husband without shouting at him. “Oh! You’re making the spaghetti tonight. I see. No, no! I would love that actually. Yes.”

She stood in front of her purse for a moment before she giggled. She kept chattering on and on, and didn’t acknowledge either of you. That only made you look back at Eren to find him pulling out a dark notebook and a mechanical pencil. There wasn’t much of an expression on his face but you were curious all the same.

With no direct plan on what you were going to even say, you stood up, took another glance at your teacher to make sure it was a safe run before you quickly (and quietly) shuffled over to his side of the room.

He’d had his hood up so you were only able to see part of his face when you sat down, but wondered why he wasn’t telling you to move away by now. Hadn’t he heard you walk up?

“Hey,” you leaned forward, head tilted, trying to see more of his face. Upon finally noticing you, he jumped and tugged one side of his hoodie behind his ear. That was when you’d noticed the airpod that resided there. No wonder he hadn’t responded to your failed attempts at getting his attention earlier.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked a bit more harshly than he’d meant to come off. You just scared him was all. Plus, he’d chosen the furthest seat from you for a good reason and yet, there you sat — almost close enough for him to smell your intoxicating perfume. God, it smelled like you took an hour long bath in that overpowering fragrance.

You pushed your lips out into an irritating pout that he felt the need to kiss right off of your face, leaning back away from him with your arms crossed over your chest. That only made your boobs push up even more. The buttons to your shirt looked like they were barely holding on. He had to fight the urge to look away because that was only going to imply that you had the ability to exert a reaction from him and he couldn’t have that. At least, not with your knowing anyway.

“You’re so mean,” you mumbled. He could’ve rolled his eyes. “What is it about me that you don’t like anyway?”

He snorted, twirling the pencil in between his fingers with a tiny curl at the corner of his lips in amusement.

“What don’t I like about you? That’s a loaded question but easy to answer. Probably should dumb it down to a simple response just so you won’t end up whining about not getting it.”

The pretty frown that settled at your brows made him bite at his lips before gracing you with an answer.

“Everything.”

You blinked.

“I…Everything?”

Eren pressed his back against the chair he was in, keeping his dark green eyes firmly on you. “Yeah. Everything. You’re so fucking annoying with all the skimpy clothes you wear. The perfume, your voice, your personality. I don’t care for any of it. Just seems…fake. Like your boobs.”

You gasped, quickly standing up out of your chair, causing the legs to scrap across the floor. The sound was scratchy and it caught Mrs. Ackerman’s attention. The both of you looked at her as she raised her index finger to her lips. She shushed you before she instantly immersed into her conversation again.

Your head turned back to him and he was full on smirking now. It agitated you.

“Fake? My boobs aren’t fake!” You hissed at him and he laughed. “They aren’t!”

“Okayyy,” he drew out, eyebrows raised. “Whatever you say, Barbie.”

“You’re an ass,” you muttered, sitting back down but refusing to look at him now. “No wonder you’re single.”

“Truly don’t give a fuck,” he retorted, going back to sketching whatever previous work he had in his sketchbook open. “Girls like you are all the same anyway. Would much rather jerk off to the girls in final fantasy than the ones in real life.”

None of that was even true. Not even a little bit, and he knew it.

Eren spent most of his nights with his cock in his hand and you on his mind. Usually you were bent over a desk, moaning sinfully loud, not even worried about being caught. The thought of you liking  the idea of being caught only fed his imagination though because somehow, he felt you were slutty like that. Maybe you even liked being watched.

You weren’t his type at all, really. He used to be attracted to shy girls. Girls that covered themselves from head to toe with nerdy glasses like the ones he used to wear. Girls that were virgins and needed to be guided. That didn’t know the first thing about sex. He had this wild fantasy of being the one to teach them. Lure them to his bedroom where he took charge and showed them what sex was really about.

Then, he saw you.

None of the girls at Paradis High were like you. Sure, they wore questionable clothing that made him wonder how they passed the school’s dress code everyday but you were different. It had something to do with your body. The curves, how your clothes seemed to fit you. They looked so much more tighter on you than the rest of the girls in school, and that was what drew his attention. His and every male on the school grounds of course.

However, he refused to be one of those guys. And yet — he irritatingly enough couldn’t find himself able to cum without thinking about fucking you. Another low point to his miserable existence was finding the thought of letting you teach him, as the pathetic virgin he was, how to fuck a pretty girl like you. Envision you giving him back to back orgasm denials until he begged you to let him finish. Preferably all over your chest, but he’d take whatever you gave him because it was you.

He hated himself for it. Had once vowed himself to never stoop to a level as low as you. He only found you attractive and that felt like the end of him. He tried to replace you with 3D animated women but none of them made him feel the way you made him feel. He only had to think about you for a few minutes before his hand was covered in his warm release.

It was embarrassing. A real fucking headache.

Who were you to make him feel this way? How dare you come to school dressed so provocatively and whine about the staring and non consensual touching when you looked the way you did? Weren’t you taught to not entice creepy assholes like him?

Still, he always hoped to continue seeing you dressed in such a way each day he came to school. It was a relief every time and he was given yet another day of secretly ogling you from afar.

It was low of him. Sure. However, if he was going to be forced to watch you strut around in those indecent clothes you liked wearing so much — who was he to not indulge his eyes on such a sight?

“Girls like me?” You quipped, eyes down at your lap and away from him.

Eren glanced at you purely because of your flat tone which sounded a little off from how chipper you usually sounded. It didn’t make him feel guilty, but it still made him feel strange. Maybe that was guilt. He refused to acknowledge it though. You deserved it. No one told you to walk around looking the way you did. Then, you were too friendly with people. Whenever there was a new student, he always found you talking to them first. Trying to be their friend, and welcoming them to the school. Making them feel comfortable. It was so unnecessary to him.

Eren couldn’t even imagine how you were outside of school. Did you walk up to strangers with that same attitude? Wearing that same short skirt and tight shirt? Innocent smile with those plump glossy lips of yours? He wondered what would go through a stranger's mind looking at you dressed like that. Your silver belled voice floating through the air, maybe asking for directions or something, but not noticing their filthy gaze devouring the sight of you. Maybe you did notice, and maybe you liked it. Hell if he knew.

The grip he had on his pencil tightened at the thought of some sleazy guy violating you through his eyes as you innocently tried to talk to him. A man that would probably think about taking you in some dark alley, flipping up your skirt and having his way with you. Defiling you with his grimey and impatient hands, touching you in places only Eren wanted access to.

You noticed the far away look in his eyes when you raised your head back up, and frowned a bit.

“Hey,” you poked his cheek and he blinked a few times. “Are you…okay?”

There was no expression on his face now. There you were, asking him if he was okay when he was physically trying to hold himself back from fucking you blind on that very desk with poor Mrs. Ackerman watching. Like you wouldn’t have enjoyed it though.

Look at you. His eyes roamed over the concerned look on your face, your bottom lip pushed between your teeth. Bright eyes glazed over in worry, a particular softness directed towards him. Then he shamelessly let his eyes drop down to your thighs that were pressed together causing them to look thicker than usual. The action only made the thigh highs you had on tighter against your fleshy skin, forcing his mind to run wild. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was your angle. Looking all innocent but being such a slut underneath it all. God, did he want to find out. Fuck, did he want to be under you, gazing up at your through half lidded eyes, hungrily eating up the sight of you bouncing on his cock like the slut you were. Fuck.

“Eren,” you sort of whined and his jaw clenched. Why were you so fucking annoying? He could feel his hard-on poking at the surface of his sweats, and tried to ignore it like he wanted to ignore you. How could he with a voice as sweet as yours in his ear? Maybe if he stayed quiet long enough, you’d get all sad and mope back to your seat, leaving him alone for the next two hours or however long you two were forced to spend in this hell hole. Maybe, just maybe.

When he went back to drawing, something didn’t sit right with you. How he looked at you moments ago, clearly checking you out. Was that intentional? You were rather close to him. Maybe it was in disgust. It was clear he didn’t like you, if the insults and backing away from you every time you got close weren’t proof enough. It annoyed you because no guy in school (or on the streets) was able to ignore you the way Eren does. You were aware of how attractive you were and tried to use that on him but it was as if he was immune to it. To your pretty charms. Was he just…not attracted to you?

The thought of Eren genuinely being disgusted by you and your appearance made you want to cry for some reason, and you weren’t exactly a crier by any means. You were tough and emotionally stronger than most girls in the school. You could handle a little bullying or talk behind your back but oddly enough, thinking about Eren not being into you made you sad. Only because you were now genuinely interested in him and didn’t expect to find him not interested in you back.

When you sniffled, his curious green eyes were back on you. He watched you gasp at him, catching your moment of weakness before you threw a veil over your face, giving him a fake smile. He hated that look on you. It didn’t suit such a pretty face as yours. What was it about?

“Sorry,” you mumbled before standing up. His head tilted back, still watching you with confusion in his expressive eyes. “I’ll go. I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the year and try not to stand out so much.” Your hands twiddled in front of you, an unusual thing to see you do. What you were even saying was odd to him. It sounded rushed. “Sorry again.”

When you moved to walk away, you felt a hand quickly wrap around your wrist, stopping you.

Nothing pissed him off more than seeing your spirits crushed. This time, it seemed to be because of him and he didn’t like it. Couldn’t stand the feeling it gave him. Why were you suddenly pushing away from him? Was it his cold demeanor towards you? Offish tone and unresponsive body language? How hard was it for you to understand that he did all of that because he liked you and hated himself for it? Girls like you only knew how to break a guy’s heart, and he’d told himself that he’d never allow someone like you back in. Why couldn’t you get that?

Maybe you were different from the last girl like he tried talking to. Maybe you had gentle intentions but the only way he was going to be able to find out was through trusting you, and he couldn’t see himself doing that again. His trust had been broken a while back. He couldn’t handle going through that again. Not for a good lay, no, because maybe he didn’t just like you. He could feel the possessiveness tight within his chest thinking about you being with anyone else but him. Maybe that was why he’d teased Jean about you in class earlier. Then he found out that you and him had sex recently even though you two were no longer together. Needless to say, it pissed him off even more so he pushed you away when you tried helping him then.

It was like he was able to see you and Jean together in his head, vividly. Your legs spread wide at either side of him, letting him invade your tight cunt, digging your nails into his broad back, moaning his name louder than usual. Letting him come inside of you, marking your soft walls with his flawed seed.

Eren couldn’t help but wonder if you’d let Jean fuck you without a condom. Were you two that close? It was no secret that Jean had been around the school, well known for fucking half of the girls there. Now, including you. In Eren’s eyes, it disgusted him thinking about it. The simple thought of you letting that asshole fuck you without any protection aggravated the fuck out of him. It was what made him let you go, turning his head back to the sketchbook in front of him.

You stared at him for a moment then rubbed at your wrist. What was that? Did he want you to stay?

“Eren—”

“Look,” he cut you off, sketching. “We can be here and not talk so let’s try that.”

There was no sense in trying to change his mind. If he didn’t want you near him or talking to him then fine. It was his loss.

You trudged back to your seat and plopped down, crossing your legs. You’d begun to feel a bit bitter now as you took out your phone, angrily scrolling through your social media. Who was he to get so upset with you in the first place? And why did it matter to you so much? He was a nobody. He wasn’t even going to be remembered at the reunion in the next ten years anyway so you refused to waste anymore of your precious energy on him. There was no way you were going to lower yourself to begging a guy to give you attention. That was not happening. Ever.

The next 20 minutes was spent with you texting your friends and Eren on the other side of the room doing god knows what because you didn’t care to look at him. You stuck to yourself and kept yourself busy until you heard Mrs. Ackerman exhale rather loudly. As nosy as you were, you looked up and was shocked to see her husband waltz into the room. 

“You’re still here?” Levi asked, walking up to her to press a kiss to her cheek. You watched her tuck a bit of hair behind her ear, obviously bashful by the public display of affection. It was strange to see but you continued watching. 

“Yes. I’m over detention this afternoon. Mr. Rall wasn’t able to stay over so I volunteered.” Her eyes drifted towards you and Eren, and you quickly looked back down at your phone like you weren’t in on their conversation. “Especially since I was the one that put them here.” Levi raised a brow and she smiled. “There were fighting earlier so I sent them to the principal and they’ve got detention for the next few days. Are you finally heading home?” She asked, switching topics, looking back at him. Your eyes flickered back up at them, almost finding them a little cute together.

He hummed, fingers itching to play at her waist. “I am.” He stepped forward and lowered his voice, but not enough to shut you out. “I wish you could come with me. I hate when you stay over like this. Takes away from my time with you.”

You watched her giggle and almost gagged. Okay now it was getting to be a little too much. Next thing you knew you were going to walk into her class one day to find her with a baby bump, forced to realize that teachers with partners or spouses actually had sex. 

“Mm, I’ll be home shortly,” she whispered, biting her lip and pushing up her glasses. “Don’t wait for me.”

“Ahh,” he pulled back, a feigned hurt look on his face. “What a cruel world we live in.”

She giggled and playfully slapped his chest as he chuckled. “Go on and get out of here, Mr. Workaholic. Be home soon.”

“Alright, alright,” he smiled softly, heading back towards the door. He mouthed a quick ‘love you’ and she felt her skin heat up.

“Byee,” she sang and he left the room leaving silence in his wake.

It dawned on you that even if things weren’t the way they were between you and Eren now, there was no way you two would’ve been able to do anything with Mrs. Ackerman still in the room. You were banking on her leaving for a good period of time but it wasn’t like any of that mattered now. He wanted nothing to do with you and that was still fine. You didn’t care. It was his decision and you weren’t the groveling type. You weren’t!

“Ah,” Mrs. Ackerman breathed, glancing down at the watch on her wrist. She looked up at the two of you, “Children, I’m going to head to the copy room to print some things off for this coming week’s assignments.” Both of you looked up at her at the same time, paying attention. “Think you guys can behave until I come back? I shouldn’t be gone for very long.”

“Sure,” you replied with a shrug and Eren nodded, silently.

“Okay!” She grabbed her keys and walked towards the door, “Back as soon as I can,” and left, the door shutting quietly behind her.

As if the classroom wasn’t already pin-droppingly quiet from before, it was deathly silent now. You were almost able to hear the birds chirp outside of the window. It made you uneasy but you tried to continue occupying yourself with your phone.

Eren had his music playing so the silence wasn’t what started to bother him. It was the simple fact that no matter what he tried thinking about, his thoughts always ventured back to you. 

You were back on the other side of the room and it was because he pushed you away. It looked like it finally worked but at what cost? Truthfully, he didn’t want to drive you away but what else was he supposed to do? 

He should’ve been content with sitting there and doing his own thing but his pencil wasn’t moving. The inspiration to draw was now lost and that irritated him even more.

What was so special about you anyway? Why did you consume each and every single one of his thoughts 24 hours a day? Several nights did he go sleepless thinking about you, what you were doing and who you were doing it with. Why you weren’t doing it with him, even. 

It was annoying. So fucking annoying, he felt like pulling out all of his hair due to the frustration of it all. 

Not only were you distracting during classes with him but now you two were stuck in one together, completely alone. You were on the far side of the room and still managed to disrupt his concentration. How were you doing that?

With a groan to himself, he’d set the mechanical pencil down and moved back from the desk to give himself some room. When he glanced at you, you were still mindlessly going through your phone, completely ignoring his existence. Wasn’t that what he wanted? So why was he finding himself annoyed by it?

All of these questions with answers to every single one of them.

“Annoying,” he muttered and you looked at him. 

“Talking to yourself now?”

Your teasing tone almost made him want to snap. 

“Shut up.”

For some reason, you felt like pushing your luck. You knew that he wasn’t going to do anything if you teased him some more. Plus, you were growing a little bored of scrolling through your twitter feed. It also seemed that he was taking a small break so why not mess with him? Especially considering talking to you was utter torture for him which was perfect for you because bothering him seemed more fun than reading pointless tweets that never related to you. 

So, you put your phone face down on the desk, leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms with a smirk on your face.

“Make me.”

The hand on his thigh curled into a fist, physically trying to hold himself back from getting up and crossing the room to show you exactly how he’d make you shut the hell up. Rather, he stayed seated because fortunately for you, his sanity was still intact. So were his morals. He couldn’t give into your weak attempts at trying to get at him. He didn’t like girls like you. Bratty, loud, overly friendly, falsely innocent and more importantly — a slut. His standards were higher than that. The bar wasn’t in hell yet.

In return to your cheeky response, he simply rolled his eyes and stood up to stretch his limbs. You were slightly annoyed that your little ruse at getting a reaction out of him didn’t work because usually it was easier than this but Eren was different. It took a lot more than words to fully annoy him, it seemed. 

You weren’t given time to think much more about your failed plan when you caught sight of his abdomen as his hoodie raised up along with his arms. You got a clear view of his abs, smoothed and toned. Your mouth dropped open. Had he really been hiding a body like that underneath all of the bulky clothing he wore on a day to day basis? No wonder you nor anyone else ever noticed it. Did he work out? Then again, no one was born looking like Apollo so he probably did. 

Eren let out a groan that easily sounded like a moan which hadn’t helped you at trying to tear your eyes away from him. He dropped his arms and yawned, cracking his fingers while he was at it. Once he was done stretching, feeling eyes on him, he turned to you. You almost broke your neck turning it away from him as if you didn’t spend almost five minutes gawking at the guy. He smirked. You were so obvious, it was painful. 

“You know,” he began walking towards you, cutting through the tension in the air as he went. “If you wanted a closer look, all you had to do was ask.”

You heard him walking over but didn’t bother to acknowledge his presence. Instead, you rolled your eyes and picked your phone back up. How much longer did you have to spend being in the same room as him now? 

“Ohh,” he cooed, finally close enough to smell your nauseating perfume again. “Ignoring me now? That’s funny.” His pretty emerald eyes ate up the sight of you trying to pretend that he wasn’t standing right next to you. “Weren’t you whoring yourself out, like, 10 minutes ago?”

That got your attention. Your head snapped up at him, already feeling a growing strain due to how tall he was since you were sitting down. 

“Excuse me?” You breathed, blinking. “Whoring myself out? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You’ve got a nasty mouth. Anyone ever told you that?” Gentle fingers went to touch your chin when you slapped his hand away. His expression didn’t change from the irritating smirk that stayed. “Now I can’t touch you?” He snorted. “Okay.”

Irritated now, you stood up, falling into a staring match with him. He just looked at you, highly amused. Why was he being so annoying now?

“Eren, what do you want? Earlier, you didn’t want to talk and now you’re chattier than me. What is it?” You cocked a hip out and crossed your arms again.

He shrugged, stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie. 

“Dunno. Needed a break, I guess.”

“And do you have to bother me while taking your little break?”

He laughed, “No, but it passes the time. Plus,” he stepped forward, dark eyes narrowed at you playfully. “–you were all over me earlier. What happened to that energy? Not feeling slutty anymore? Hmm?”

Instead of stepping back, you held your ground because you weren’t phased by him. He was tall, but that was about as menacing as he got. You’d never seen this side of him though. He was usually very quiet and observing. Not one to talk without thinking about it first. 

Either way, you didn’t have the energy to entertain him anymore.

“Go back to your sketching,” you said in a dismissive tone and with a roll of your eyes, you were sitting down again. “We’ve got over an hour left in here and then we don’t have to ever speak to each other again. Sound good?” You were about to glance up at him when you felt his hand move into your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him. “Eren–!”

“You know what I want though? I want…I…” He drifted off, a frown settling onto his face. What did he want? To fuck you? Right here, in the classroom? He was better than that, and then it was you. He couldn’t fuck you. Didn’t he hate you? 

“Eren,” you mumbled, chest rising and falling as your thighs pushed together. As much as you wanted to get upset with him for touching you like this, you were too busy keeping back a moan from how aggressive he was being. The thought of why he had a hand in your hair went right over your head. It didn’t matter when you could feel your thin underwear soiling by the second. It was a bit embarrassing because maybe he hadn’t done it for any sexual reasons. Maybe you were just that much of a whore. 

Trying to focus on the present, you cleared your throat and tried it again, “Eren–”

“What?” He growled out, hand tightening in your hair. Thankfully you didn’t need to speak because your eyes told him what he needed to know. He quickly released you and took a step back, swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat. “Uh…” he’d accidentally backed into a nearby desk, feeling his face warm. “Sorry…”

You sat there for a moment, slowly putting all of the pieces together. Luckily, the last piece you needed to finish the puzzle was the boner he currently had. Evident and hard for your eyes to pull away from. It looked like he was thinking the exact same thing you were. It also looked like you were going to have to be the one to initiate things, going based off of what you assumed was shared just between you and him. You just hoped he was going to want to reciprocate or else you weren’t going to ever live the rejection down. 

As you stood up, he watched you closely, hands gripped onto the edges of the desk he was leaned up against. He chose to not move, letting you walk towards him until you were right in front of him now. Since he was crouched down a bit, you were around the same height as him which made him inevitably harder than he already was. Something about the way you were looking at him. Eyes low and dark, the faint smirk on your pretty lips. Like you wanted to eat him  alive. God, he’d let you. Let you do whatever it was you wanted to. However, he wasn’t weak enough to give in to you that easily. Would have to try a lot harder than that.

“You don’t think I’ve noticed the way you look at me?” You asked him, not touching him just yet. You kept your hands to yourself but stood a breath away, peering into his deep eyes with control. “I’ve been watching you too, Eren. Did you know that?”

“No…” he breathed with a shake of his head, unable to look away. His fingertips itched to touch you but he kept his hands where they were. The wood of the desk creaked under his tight grip as he continued to wait for your command. “I didn’t know that.” He smirked. “But you sound like a fuckin’ creep. Maybe even a stalker.”

You quickly grabbed him by his chin, squishing his cheeks together. The smirk fell into a puckered look, making you smile. “You’ve got a nasty mouth on you. Anyone ever told you that?” You repeated the same question he’d asked you earlier, pushing your knee in between his legs, parting them with ease. He let out a breathless laugh, licking his lips.

“Dunno. Can’t really recall. Sorry.”

“Mmm, can I be honest about something?” You took one final step forward, dropping your hand and throwing an arm around his neck, pressing your breasts against his chest. His breath hitched and you kept your smirk as you brushed your lips against the shell of his ear. “You say that you hate me…but I can’t help but wonder how many times you’ve jerked off to the thought of me. Must suck not having the real thing. Guess those animated women have been enough for you, huh?”

You were good at being a tease but what you failed to realize was that Eren was different from the other guys you’d seduced. He was smarter and found zero shame vocalizing what was really on his mind.

“Stupid girl,” he said in a deep tone under his breath before he gripped your waist with his thick hands, keeping you firm against him. It was his lips that were now against your ear and feeling you shiver made him grin. “I can’t even cum without thinking about you. Were you aware of that too?” Your silence was what pleased him the most. He chuckled, “Stroking my cock, using my pathetic hand trying to imagine it as your pussy but I’m nearly positive it doesn’t compare to the real thing.”

Your cunt twitched at the imagery of him doing exactly that. You’d give up almost anything to feel him right now. Almost.

Frustrated, you pushed off of him and he still had that shit-eating grin on his face. He was now leaning fully back against the desk, head tilted as he stared at you. It annoyed you. A lot.

“If you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

Eren didn’t say a word, and it wasn’t like he needed to. His lust filled gaze was more than enough. 

“I wanna fuck you. Bad.”

You shrugged before sitting on top of one of the desks. Your thighs squished together and it was like you’d done it on purpose just to tease him. He was almost able to see your panties which was way more than he needed to see. Not that he was complaining because he definitely wasn’t. In fact…why not see more than that? 

“Sounds like a you problem.”

There was one thing that Eren couldn’t seem to understand about you. He was aware that you had a certain type. So that begged the question… Why were you flirting with him? He wasn’t a jock. Wasn’t popular. Hell, to the entire school’s population, he didn’t even exist. So why him? What were you trying to prove? He wasn’t going to let himself become a body count. That was for sure. He just wasn’t. He had a lot more self respect than that. Plus, jerking off to you alone in his room was more than he needed. To do anything with you in real life was…was too…

He couldn’t even come up with a good reason if he tried. He just knew it didn’t need to happen.

And maybe that was reason enough. 

“K,” was all he said before he pushed off of the desk and started to walk away. He needed to put some distance between you and him or he was definitely going to go back on his decision of fucking on the very desk you were sitting on. He was sticking to his morals and as hard as it was, it was best. You were still one of the most popular girls in school, even when most of them hated you for dumping Jean. There was no way in hell he was going to ditch his cloak of invisibility just for some pussy. He knew better than that. Way better. 

You wanted to sulk seeing that he’d made the choice to not approach you but a thought came into your mind. If he wasn’t going to make the right choice then that just meant that you were going to have to make it for him. 

While he walked back towards his seat, you decided to scoot back on the desk until you were in the middle of it and flipped up your skirt. There was never a time you didn’t get what you wanted and if this was the only time you were going to be alone with Eren, then you were going to make it a moment that he wasn’t going to forget. 

The sudden noise made him look back and what he saw almost made him trip up on his own feet. 

Your legs were spread wide, and you were pulling your panties aside with two of your fingers, looking dead at him through thick lashes. Your arousal stuck to the fabric and created a line that stayed connected until you began massaging your clit. It was a bold move to make but you were never wrong when you felt a vibe around someone. Eren was interested in you. It was so obvious, but there was still a chance that you were wrong. That you were making a complete and utter fool of yourself right now. Especially in a public setting. That never usually bothered you but those were during times where the guy actually wanted you back. This was completely different. Eren had expressed his dislike for you openly enough so you hoped that your intuition about this was right. 

A small moan slipped past your lips as you dipped a finger into your slick, warm cunt, clenching around the digit almost immediately. The cool hit of the air conditioner that came on made your thighs tremble as you licked your lips, keeping eye contact with him, fingering yourself slowly. Painfully slow. 

Eren didn’t know what to do other than watch you. How you were perched on the desk where anyone could walk in and catch you doing something so…So exposing. And yet, he couldn’t fight off his second hard on of the day. Annoying. All of it was so fucking annoying. You, most of all. Why were you doing this to him? Antagonizing him with the one thing he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind. Seeing the real thing was nothing like the pornos he’d seen. You weren’t anything like he’d tried imagining either. In fact, you were a million times better than the version in his head. He just couldn't figure out whether that was a good thing or not. 

“Eren,” you moaned pitifully, frowning as you curled your fingers, hitting the spot that you were looking for. By the time he’d come out of the deep crevices of his mind, he saw that your shirt was already open, breasts spilled out from the confines of your bra. Your nipples were pebbled from the cool air and you had one in your hand as you fucked yourself. His cock throbbed at the sight. Well, there went the last bit of his precious morals. 

Then again, morals be damned right?

You weren’t able to get his name out of your mouth fast enough before he strided back over to you, standing in front of you. He was panting, eyes drinking up the slutty sight of you. He’d watched enough pornos to at least touch you where he felt you wanted to be touched but it was all still new to him because watching and doing something was two entirely different things. 

He frowned, frustrated that he was too nervous to reach out for you until you’d shuffled up onto your knees. You were back at being at the same height as him with your naked tits at his chest again.

He was going to lose his fucking mind over you.

His eyes shamelessly darted down to your breasts, hands itching to touch you but he wanted to remain respectful. You found it cute.

“It’s okay,” you whispered and took his hand in yours, bringing it up to one of your breasts. His breath hitched when you placed his palm over it, completely covering your nipple from the coolness of the room. He swallowed and looked at you to find a sweet smile on your face. “You can touch me, Eren. Just…do it slowly, okay?”

The softness in your voice stirred his arousal even more because not only 10 minutes ago were you giving him the cold shoulder. How did your mood change so quickly? Then earlier you were pushing your tits in his face. You were so confusing.

He focused more on you and less on his thoughts as he pinched at your nipple, quickly looking up to catch the moan leaving your plump lips. So that's what you liked. He wondered if your nipples were as sensitive as he’d imagined once or twice before.

Wanting to test that theory, he dipped his head down, held your breast in his large hand and covered your perked nipple with his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. Satisfyingly enough, your back immediately arched, your hands planting themselves on his shoulders. He grinned around you, happy to be right. You pushed your chest more into him and he groaned, cock stiffening more than it already was. Fuck, at this rate, he was probably going to cum through his sweats, untouched, but he held himself back. He didn’t want to stroke your ego anymore than he was sure he was going to, moving forward with you. 

“Eren,” you mewled, moving your hands into his hair, grabbing a fistful of it. A shiver snaked down his spine at the action and couldn’t hold back another groan that made you look down at him with a racing heart to watch him. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” he said around your nipple, cheekily grinning as he looked up at you through his eyelashes, green eyes dark with hunger. “Say that again.”

Feeling shy all of the sudden, you made a noise before you looked away.. “I…It feels good. Why did you need to hear it again?”

“Mmm,” After a few more swirls, tugs and a playful bite at your nipple, he pulled back with a ‘pop’, causing you to gasp, staring at him. He leaned close to your face, smirking. “Why not?”

“Because…” your eyes fell on his lips. They were a little red and covered with his own saliva. Puffy, desperate to be on another part of your body. You had a second place in mind. “Ugh, just shut up and kiss me.” You pulled him in by the strings of his hoodie, pressing your lips against his. 

His hands quickly found their way to your hips, leaning into you as he let you lead him. That made you feel a little more confident, remembering who had the experience here. His moan into the kiss made you pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, teasing him. 

“Fuck,” he breathed shakily, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Again.”

You giggled and did it again, feeling his tongue try and chase after yours. He seemed to learn fast with the way he pushed against your lips, sucking at your tongue while exploring your mouth like he was trying to mark every inch of it with himself. It only worsened the thrum in between your legs, making you a bit uncomfortable. 

Your whine into his mouth got his attention, and he pulled back to give you a little air, trying to catch his own breath. His eyes flickered between your lips and eyes, smirking.

“Anything else you wanna teach me?”

You bit into your lip, thighs pressed together.

“Yeah. I can think of a few more things.”

Eren was bent at the knees, face in between your legs with you on the desk, leaned back. He tried to get you to get in a more comfortable position but you kept reiterating that you wanted to be able to see what he was doing until you felt confident enough that he knew what he was doing without your guidance. He didn’t exactly see the need of you watching him to guide him but then again, what did he know?

He stared at your wet cunt, wondering what the hell to do. He’d never actually seen a vagina in real life. Well, if catching his grandma come out of her bath that one time when he was six didn’t count. Porn had truly been his best friend. He did learn that amateur porn was better to watch so he didn’t feel like a complete idiot when it came to trying the things he saw. It was just the fact that he was now meant to put all of that to the real test. Real, meaning giving you top tier head. It was a tall order but he refused being second to someone like Jean or just Jean himself. He’d never live that down.

“Eren.”

He snapped himself from his incessant habit to overthink and looked at you, eyebrows furrowed with clear worry. You couldn’t help but snort, finding it unusual that you were half laying on your back with your elbows bent to support your upper weight, looking down at a guy that had been staring at your vagina like it was the world’s most complex puzzle. It wasn’t everyday you fucked a virgin. In fact, you couldn’t even recall the last time you did. It was so long ago.

“Yeah?”

“Just…start by licking me here.” You reached down and drew a circle around your clit, making sure he knew exactly where to give his attention to. “That’s going to be your best friend until I…you know.“

It sounded strange explaining how to give you head but then again, if you wanted to cum — you had to give him clear instructions or else you were either going to have to lie or let him believe that he’d made you orgasm on his first try. Giving him that false sense of hope wasn’t what was going to help you sleep tonight at all. 

“Okay…” He looked back down at your pretty clit, and just stared for a few silent moments. You watched him and didn’t say a word, wanting to see how he’d do. It wasn’t really rocket science, you didn’t think. It was typically a woman’s pleasure button. Some of the lucky few were able to orgasm from penetration alone. Unfortunately, you weren’t one of the lucky few. At least, you didn’t think so. It’d never happened to you. Fucking Jean gave you a bit of hope considering his dick was nice and big, believing he was going to reach places no one’s ever touched. Sadly, no luck. 

Maybe Eren was going to be the lucky one.

Once he was done awkwardly staring at your vagina like it was going to attack him, he leaned forward, and the moment his mouth closed around your clit — your head fell back in ecstasy. It was as if he’d skipped several steps and went right for the main course. He sucked at the sensitive little bud, tongue lapping across it with vigour. He didn’t even give you time to adjust when he moaned around you, brows pushing together in concentration. He was also keeping an ear out for any sounds that left your mouth because that was going to be his guide. If you were quiet, then he’d need to try something different. If you were vocal, then that meant—

“Oh fuck, Eren! Right there!” You moaned out, nails scratching at the poor rusted wood of the desk.

Then that meant he was doing something right.

He couldn’t help but let himself get a little cocky, smirking around your clit, slurping you up like you were water. The obscene sounds that came from him eating you out should’ve embarrassed you but nothing like that came to mind. Eren was eating your pussy like he’d suddenly become a pro at it. He didn’t even need directions or instructions. There wasn’t even a need to finger you as you’d begun to feel your release edging and teasing the surface. 

You tried to conceal your loud moans by clamping a hand over your mouth, but sitting up and watching the way he sucked and licked at your sweet clit made your head spin. He made the action so nasty. He was wild yet careful. Like he’d formed a plan in his head and had a set rhythm that he was sticking to. All you knew was that it was driving you insane and you couldn’t remember ever getting head this fucking good. 

Sooner than you were expecting, you quickly creamed all over his tongue, shaky moans slipping through your pretty fingers. Your thighs shook from the aftershock, trying to come down from your high. Unable to ignore the need to rest your upper body any longer, you laid flat on your back, and panted, trying to catch your breath. 

Eren straightened his back and licked your juices from his lips before he used the sleeve of his hoodie to clean the rest of it from his face.

“So…how was it?”

You stared up at the ceiling for a second, mind boggled with the fact that he even felt the need to ask you how that was for you. Did he really have no idea? That was grade A head. Definitely what artists sang about in their songs or what writers wrote about in their smut filled books. That once in a lifetime experience that you’d end up remembering at 80 years old, for sure. 

When you finally were able to compose yourself, you raised back up on your elbows again with your eyebrows almost shot into your hairline.

“How was it? Eren…I’m not exaggerating but I could’ve sworn I saw god. What the fuck was that? I thought you didn’t know what you were doing,” you exclaimed, shaken up.

He laughed, shrugging. “I mean, I didn’t. Not really. I watched some stuff, but I didn’t have any hands-on experience.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Well, you could’ve fooled me.”

“So…” He looked around until he decided to let his curious green eyes land back on you, hands moving up your calves to your thighs. “What now?”

You shivered from his touch and thought about that for a moment. 

“I want to return the favor…” You replied, staring back with want.

“M’cool with that.”

You snorted. “Course you are.”

He chose to sit down in a nearby chair, manspreading while he looked at you with that infuriating cocky smirk. You couldn’t believe that his success at eating you out was already getting to his head like this. 

“Look,” you stood in between his long legs before bending down to your knees in front of him. His head was tilted, and he was giving you a look very appropriate for your current position. You were definitely horny again. “Do you want me to tell you that you just got lucky for your first try?”

Eren licked his bottom lip excruciatingly slowly before biting it, laughing. “Lucky? Maybe. I guess that means you’d have to let me do it again just to prove to you that maybe, just maybe, I might know what I’m doing.” His eyes flashed with mischief, irking you to death. He was still grinning, little smile lines at the corners of his lips. When you really looked at him, he was attractive. Dare say, he might’ve been one of the most attractive guys in the school and didn’t even know it. If he were to stop hiding himself in hoodies and sweats, there was no telling what his popularity were to look like. However, catching his beauty first, you almost wanted to gatekeep him from everyone else. No one needed to get a piece of what you were now claiming as yours. If they weren’t able to see his worth as he was now, then they didn’t deserve him any different. 

“You’re annoying,” you mumbled before you decided to focus on the task at hand.

He watched you tug his sweats down along with his boxers and couldn’t fight back a proud smile at the look on your face, witnessing the size of him. His dick was so thick and heavy, it laid against his upper thigh. Hard and pulsating. The head was an angry red, covered with his precum. There was no fucking way he’d been walking around school for four whole years carrying a monster cock like that. No wonder he walked as slow as he did. The thing attached to him had been slowing him down this entire time.

You gawked at it in awe, glancing from it back to him. “Are you kidding me?” He snickered as if this was really a laughing matter. You were stumped. “Eren…”

“Can we talk about me having the biggest dick in school after I cum?” He slid a hand down his clothed chest to take his dick in hand, giving himself a few lazy strokes. He huffed out a broken moan, staring down at you through half lidded eyes. “I need…”

It wasn’t looking like he was going to finish that sentence and maybe because he was too embarrassed to say whatever it was he wanted to say, noticing his cheeks heating up. Cute.

“Yeah yeah,” you said under your breath, moving forward to plant kisses up his thigh, feeling him shudder against you. When you got closer to where he needed you most, he moved his hand away, pushing up his hoodie so that it was out of the way. You were almost distracted by his abs again but you kept yourself focused, spreading your saliva over the head of his cock once you reached it. 

Eren clutched at his hoodie, groaning needily at the feeling of having your lips so close to him. You took him in your hand and couldn’t believe how heavy he actually was. You imagined having him inside of you. Tearing through your soft walls deliciously before making a home there, and fucking you stupid. He was so big, there was no way you weren’t going to cum multiple times in a row. You wondered if there was going to be enough time to get to that part.

“Please,” he muttered, biting into his lip with a shy expression on his pretty face. Cheeks as rosy as his lips. It was so distracting. “Can you please keep going?”

Who knew he was the begging type.

“Mmm,” you smirked to yourself, cupping his balls only for him to throw his head back, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I’m getting to that, pretty boy. Relax.”

“Fuck,” he moaned at the pet name, trying to hold onto his sanity. Just having your hands on him was enough. He couldn’t even imagine what your mouth was going to feel like. Him hitting the back of your throat, filling it with so much sweet cum, making you swallow every bit of it. Fuck.

More pre dribbled onto your hand and you could tell that he wasn’t going to last much longer. This was going to be a quick blowjob. You were going to have to train him to last a little longer than this. 

Deciding on not using your mouth for now, you stood up to your feet, keeping his cock in your hand. You slid your palm up and down, using the precum and a bit of your saliva to keep it lubricated as you smiled sweetly, standing back in between his legs. He was breathing heavily now, abs tightening as he felt your thumb cross over his fat mushroom head, teasing him. He sat forward, looking up at you with desperate eyes that told you he’d do anything to cum right now and you bet he would. Such a pathetic look on such a pretty face.

How lucky you were.

You were still standing but were bent a bit so you could keep your stride going. His clouded emerald eyes were locked onto yours, a hand finding its way to your thigh to keep him grounded. Your tits were now directly in his face and he didn’t waste any time taking a nipple in his mouth. You moaned out in surprise, squeezing his cock in the process. He groaned around your breast, bringing you closer to him. He was fucking into your hand now, getting desperate. He was so close. So unimaginably close, he could feel the pressure rising at the center of his stomach. His hand left your thigh and wrapped his arms around your lower mid section and ass, keeping you there. 

“Eren,” you called for him, trying to get his attention. He was throbbing in your hold, veins more prominent than before you touched him. Without a word, you knew he was close. “Look at me.”

He popped off of your nipple, gazing up at him with such a far away look in his eyes. So pretty to look at. You were losing your mind over him.

“I want you to cum for me. Can you be good and do that?“

“Be good?” He asked, eyebrows drawing together with his lips parted. He tore his eyes from you and kissed at your stomach, nipping at your warm skin. “I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please. Need to cum so bad. I can’t…” his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, moaning louder now. 

His hips stuttered as you dipped down to capture his lips with your own, shoving your tongue down his throat. He choked on a moan, not knowing where to put his hands now. You stroked him faster and he panted against your lips, moaning hopelessly into your mouth. 

“Gonna cum. Gonna…M’gonna–”

“Wait.”

You pulled your lips away from his and quickly dropped down to your knees. He frowned at what you were doing but lost it the moment he felt your plump lips finally wrap around his thick cock. 

His long drawn out moan was either because of him shooting his seed down your throat or the feeling of your mouth on him, tongue swirling over his sensitive head. His cock pulsed and twitched as he continued letting you milk him dry, thighs quivering. He used an arm to cover part of his face as he made low noises that were moans but more whiny. 

“Please…Can you…?”

When you swallowed every drop of him, something you didn’t usually do with anyone you went down on, you let him go with a ‘pop’ sound, making his head spin once more. He was trying to catch his breath but you were greedy. 

You straddled his lap properly this time, feeling his flaccid cock against the crack of your ass. He groaned under his breath, hands quickly attaching themselves to your waist, dark eyes back on you again with a playful frown.

“Let’s forget I came early, yeah?”

You pucker your lips, tapping your index finger against your chin in thought. 

“Mm, how about…no?”

You giggled when you felt him squeeze your hips, frown deepening. He was so hot post orgasm, it should’ve been a downright crime. His forehead was dotted with small beads of sweat and the majority of his face was a little red. It paired well with his dark hair, dark brows and mystic green eyes. How had you not seen him in such a light before today? How did you miss him? 

His eyes searched your face trying to figure out what was going through your mind but you didn’t give him anymore of that opportunity when you began grinding down your hips, conveying through your actions what you wanted. 

He smirked lazily, leaning forward to where his lips ghosted over yours.

“If you want me to fuck you, just say that.”

“If I’m riding, that means I’m fucking you, pretty boy.”

Eren broke eye contact and dipped his face into your neck, groaning. There went that stupid pet name again. God, you were going to be the end of him.

“Fine,” He shot back, kissing at your collarbones. He smiled against your skin. “I guess this means I don’t hate you so much anymore.”

“Mmm,” You hands played with his hair, trying to continue ignoring the throb in between your legs. “Good. Shouldn’t have hated me anyway.” With enough of his hair in between your fingers, you gripped onto it and pulled his head back to face you. His lips parted in surprise. “In fact, I don’t think you ever really hated me in the first place. Maybe you wanted to but you couldn’t ignore how attracted you were to me. Isn’t that right?”

Eren swallowed the pool of saliva in his mouth before answering you, “I don’t…I don’t really know. I mean, I’ve been attracted to you but how does that correlate to me disliking you?”

“Because silly boy,” The playful smile on your face made him weary, wondering what you were going to say next. “–how can you hate someone that you wanna fuck so bad?”

He was hard again. It was surprising to him because it usually took him a minute for him to come back after a good orgasm but you were so…so alluring. Charming and very seductive. He didn’t foresee himself falling into the hands of you but there he was. Trapped by your fatal gaze, too captivated to look away. He didn’t even know what to say back to that because you were right. He’d spent too many nights fucking into his lousy hand picturing you on his cock instead. Desperate yet controlling at the same time. When he thought you were everything he wanted to stay away from, you were actually the very one he needed. He just couldn’t admit that to himself. Now, he could care less. He wanted you, and that was all that mattered to him.

Watching him fall into thought, you pouted and shifted up using his shoulders for leverage. You leaned forward and reached a hand down between your legs for his growing erection, taking his heavy length into your delicate hand. He let out a shuddered breath, blinking back into the present as he felt you tease the tip of his cockhead at your entrance. So wet, so warm, fuck he was gonna lose it again. 

Your name sounded heavenly coming from his pretty lips, eyes already pleading you to keep doing what you were doing. 

Your face was close to his, eyes eating up the way he panted, eyebrows knitted together. It was such a major contrast to the boy you’d watched walk into class earlier. The Eren in front of you was compliant and desperately wanting to cum again. 

He was such a hidden gem. How did you get so fucking lucky? 

“Shhh,” you told him, your lips against his as he whined, feeling you coat his length with your arousal, his hands gripping at your thighs that were still covered by the high socks you were wearing. “You’re so loud, baby. Can you be a little quieter for me?” He whimpered, chest rising and falling. “Unless you wanna be caught like this. If so…” you pecked his lips, giggling. “–then let’s see how much louder you can get for me.”

Eren didn’t have time to give you an answer back when you finally began sinking down onto him, inviting his fat cock into your warm cunt. The grip on your thighs tightened as his head fell back. The moan that left his mouth was loud but nothing that would’ve gotten you two caught. Least, not yet. 

“Shit,” he groaned deeply, jaw clenched. “I won’t be able to last that long. I could probably cum now. Just don’t move. Please don’t move,” he begged as if he was the one in control here. Did he forget who was on top?

With a smirk, you lowered yourself further down until you felt every inch of him pulsating against your soft, wet walls.

There was no doubt that he was in deep. He couldn’t even describe the feeling. The best he was able to do was think of it like a tight glove around his cock. He was positive that if you started moving, he was going to cum all up against your poor cervix, breeding you stupid. He was barely holding onto his sanity, having never felt anything as good as this. His hand was a poor imitation and hoped he never had to resort to it ever again as long as you existed. 

“Eren,” you cooed, bringing his head back forward by holding his face with your warm hands. “C’mon. I know that this is your first time having sex but hold out a while for me, yeah? If I lose you, I’ll just have to use you.” You grinned, “Though, I don’t think you’d mind that one bit, hm?” 

“God, just shut up and fuck me,” he blurted out, smacking your thigh with a tired frown. “Don’t make threats. Be about it, yeah?” He mocked, and had no clue what he was in for.

Your grin smoothed into a half smile. “Just know I’m not stopping until I’m done with you, and remember — you asked for it.”

With your hands back on his shoulders, you pushed yourself forward a bit until you slid off of him, but not all of the way. Just enough that when you slammed yourself back down, he was back to kissing your cervix. Both of your moans blended together and you did that a few more times until you found your rhythm. Eren was a mess of whines and groans, hands all over you. He was biting into your shoulder while heavily breathing against your neck. No matter what he was doing, he kept you close to his body and had no intention of letting you go. 

You bounced in his lap, his strong thighs able to keep you balanced enough to do a number on him. Your tits jiggled in front of him and it was like his civil duty to give them attention. The moment his mouth was on both of your nipples, you squeaked and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, trying to keep the same rhythm without being distracted. 

The way you were stretched out around his cock, creating the most obscene squelching sounds known to man, it was hard not filling your pretty pussy up with his cum already. Then the way you continued to slam your hips down onto him, it was too much. 

You felt so fucking good. 

The two of you continued like that until you began feeling tired, which was ironic considering you were the one that had told him you weren’t going to stop until you were done. Looks like that came early.

“M’starting to get a cramp, sorry,” you mumbled, stopping all movement and lying flat against him, trying to catch your breath. 

Eren was still incredibly hard but he didn’t want you to feel like you were the only one that was supposed to put in the work here. Not when he was able to help.

“Hold on,” he said against the shell of your ear before he slid his hands underneath your thighs, standing up.

You gasped and looked around, “Eren–”

“Mm, wait a sec.”

When he laid you down on a desk, your legs were at either side of his hips, pushed up with his hands at your knees. He smirked at the curious look on your face. 

“Don’t look so surprised. You couldn’t keep your word so now it’s time I make the same promise and make good on it.”

You frowned, easily huffing out into a pout. “That’s not fair. I tried.”

“I know,” he cooed, looking along your body with ravenous eyes. “But you couldn’t do it. That’s okay,” his eyes dropped to your glistening folds, humming to himself. “Now it’s my turn.”

You weren’t sure what to expect but just as he’d eaten you out earlier, he didn’t need any directions with fucking you just as good. 

It was a complete shock because he was a virgin. He had no sexual experience. Everything he knew came from porn. It was like he knew exactly where all of your pleasure points were and exploited them with each snap of his hips. He had a grip on your waist, focused on the way his girthy cock slid in and out your puffy cunt with ease. The desk rocked under your weight as you choked out a moan, trying to reach out for him.

With an amused grin, he entertained you by pulling you up and throwing your arms back around his neck as he continued to hammer into you, swallowing your moans, kissing you. Your moans were muffled now, just as his were. He didn’t want him to stop until you came. Maybe you didn’t want him to stop even after that. There was just something so addicting about him that you couldn’t place. It was frustrating. 

You were the first girl he’d ever fucked and it gave you a sense of possession. There was no way you were letting him go now. He was yours and no one else’s. Even if for some wild reason he didn’t want to see you again after this, you weren’t beneath begging him. Anything to keep him around for as long as possible. 

Little did you know, he felt the same way about you. If not more.

With your arms around his neck and his arms holding up your thighs as he fucked into you, the world around the two of you began to slowly disappear. Nothing nor anyone mattered except this moment, right here. You trembled against his hard body, letting him mold your little cunt to fit his cock and his cock only from now on. So stuffed, so full, you couldn’t even think straight. 

“Eren, I’m s’close,” you mumbled against his lips, whining pathetically. “Please cum in me. M’on the pill so it’s okay.”

Like he wasn’t going to fill you up anyway. He had zero plans of pulling out considering the only thing that was able to stay on his mind before anything else was the way your pussy gripped his cock like you didn’t want him to pull out. Like you were trapping him in. He didn’t mind it. It was good he had the go to do it because he was going to feel bad afterwards. 

“You were right,” he said, holding eye contact. “I’ve never hated you. I’ve been attracted to you for a pretty long time but it’s deeper than that. I didn’t…hit Jean earlier just because he was bad mouthing you.“

His thrusts didn’t stop so you were having a hard time focusing on what he was saying but you did your best because it sounded important. “I punched him because…” He bit his lip, almost wanting to look away from you, clearly embarrassed. “–because I’ve also been obsessed with you. Then he said he fucked you recently and I didn’t know how to react but was it true? Did you really fuck him?”

Earlier, when he gave you and Jean some thought, he was a little convinced that it actually happened but for some reason, a part of him kept trying to deny it. Maybe it was due to the fact that he hated the idea of you going back to Jean, even if it was a one time thing. He couldn’t fuck you until he got the answer he was looking for. He also needed to know that Jean was completely out of the picture or there was going to be a problem. 

You sputtered, being put on the spot. “I- Well, yeah? I mean…It wasn’t really planned. But wait, so you’ve been obsessed with me? For how long? Why didn’t you say anything? Did you think I wouldn’t have been interested? What else is ther–Ah!” He thrusted deeper into you, a high pitched whine slipping from your lips as your nails sunk into his back. 

“You’re asking too many questions,” He growled out, frowning as he used your cunt like his own personal cocksleeve. “Picturing him fucking you the way I am is pissing me off. I don’t feel like talking anymore.”

You were shaking now and not just from the force of his pounding but from how close you were to your release. He was now fucking you with newfound hatred, the image of you with Jean stuck in his mind. He hated it. Hated how long he wanted to be the one fucking you. The only one you were allowed to let touch you when you felt like being touched. How it took him too long to prevent any of it from happening. If only he had spoken up sooner, you would’ve been his a long time ago. 

“I’m gonna erase every part of him from you, do you understand?” 

The way the head of his cock kept hitting that one spot that made you a whimpering mess before him — it was too hard for you to have a conversation with him. At this rate, you were going to legitimately forget your own name. You still hadn’t recovered from him eating you out earlier, pieces of that memory playing over and over in your head as you tried to stay grounded. Your pretty moans bounced off of the empty classroom walls, a wonder how no one caught the two of you yet.

“No one’s gonna fuck this pussy but me and I fuckin’ mean it,” he continued to mutter, hot with anger and frustration.

It was your fault for having a body like that. For being so nice to people and coming off too trusting. Maybe you weren’t desperate but he couldn’t help but wonder why you walked around acting like it. Then again, none of that mattered now. You were his and he was going to make sure everyone knew it. That was going to start by him giving you obvious dark marks along your neck. 

“Eren,” you stuttered out, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. “Gonna…I’m…” you closed your eyes, feeling his lips on your neck. He fucked into you like it was his last day on earth and nothing could’ve torn you two apart. “Fuck, I can’t! I can’t, I can’t,” you babbled on and on until he felt you suddenly tighten around his length, creaming lewdly around his throbbing cock.

Your breath was sporadic, still holding onto him as he jack-hammered into you without remorse for the overstimulation you were feeling. You moaned out his name, pleading for him to slow down but he was chasing his own high. Plus, he wasn’t stopping until you were full with his cum. He needed to fill you up. His sanity depended on it. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. I wouldn’t be able to pull out even if I tried,” he commented with a lazy smirk against your warm skin, gripping onto you. “Stay just like that. Let me use you until I’m done, ‘k?”

Like he needed to wait until you answered him. He didn’t stop. He pounded at your poor abused cunt, eyebrows furrowed as he felt his stomach tighten. His abs tensed under the growing pressure and as soon as he heard your sweet voice, he let it all go.

“Cum for me, Eren.”

He filled your fertile womb up with the intent to breed you full, knowing that you were on birth control. Still, the thought counted.

You let him ride out his orgasm, not having the least bit of energy to make any sort of movements anyway. Your vagina felt like it was ready to run away from you with the way Eren treated it. He sure knew how to catch onto stuff fast. This was a memory that you weren’t ever going to forget. Hopefully, it was going to be replaced with many more.

“Fuck,” he said in a low tone, sweat rolling down the side of his face as he pulled his softening dick out of you. 

He couldn’t help but bend at the knees, eagerly awaiting the cum he’d stuffed in you to come oozing out. 

Your legs remained wide and open, looking down at him with a raised brow. The moment he caught the shine of his seed tumbling out of your fucked out hole, he smirked. “That’s it.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he heard you mumble and couldn’t help but laugh, looking up at you through dark lashes. 

“What?” He stood up, pulling his sweatpants up with him. He licked his lips, fitting himself in between your thighs once more. “Can’t I finally claim what’s always been mine?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, playfully, before you pushed your skirt back down and stared back at him. “Always been yours? Care to explain?”

He smirked. “Happily. First off–”

“What in the world are you two doing back there?” Mrs. Ackerman screeched, a look of horror written all over her face.

Scared out of your skin by her sudden reappearance, you pushed Eren back and almost fell trying to get off of the desk. You reached for your forgotten underwear on the floor while Eren stuttered out an excuse, his ears growing red.

“W-well, we uh–”

“Gotta go!” You finished for him, grabbing his wrist with your stuff in your hands. “See you tomorrow for detention, Mrs. Ackerman! Bye!” 

“Wait–!” Eren mumbled, tripping up on his own feet as you two headed for the secondary door at the back of the classroom. Before leaving, he’d managed to swipe his belongings from the desk he was sitting at along with his book bag. 

When you two were pretty far down the hallway for Mrs. Ackerman to catch up, you stopped and let him go, trying to catch your breath. It didn’t dawn on you that you were still without underwear until you felt your skirt rise. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed in embarrassment, slapping Eren’s hand away. He laughed.

“Put them on. It’s kinda windy outside.”

“I know what to do,” you said in a pout, doing exactly that as you hid behind him in case someone decided to come down the same hallway.

His tone was more on the possessive side which made you think that maybe a conversation needed to be had. You weren’t sure if he was going to laugh at the idea of becoming a thing or tell you that it was the last thing he wanted. Or worse, that he never wanted to do anything like that ever again. The latter was going to hurt the most so you chose to think positively instead. The signs pointed to him saying yes, and that was what made you stand back up with a smile on your face. 

Eren raised a brow, “Satisfied? What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” you began, hoping that you were going to be able to get your thoughts together in time to ask him what you wanted to say, “So, how was your first time?”

He bursted out with laughter, drawing a cute frown on your face. “It was good, but that’s not what you really want to ask me.” He stepped closer to you, almost close enough to touch you. “So ask me.”

“Oh,” You looked down, hating how intimidating he was coming across just because of his height and sudden change in demeanor. You weren’t usually this lost for words. It was annoying. “I just…Do you like me?”

“I do,” He answered straight away, causing your head to pop back up, looking at him with hope in your eyes. He smiled. “I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I didn’t. Now I have a question for you.” He took your face in his hands, eyes softening enough to calm the nervous butterflies in your stomach. “I know I made it clear that I don’t want you with anyone else but it wouldn’t be official unless I asked, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

It was as if your heart had flown right out of your chest and took flight into the skies. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He wanted you to be his girlfriend. His girlfriend. You. 

Even though you were pretty popular, that meant nothing to you. Not when it came to someone like Eren wanting to be official with you. Especially since it’d taken four years for you to finally see him and know what his true feelings for you were. Happy was an understatement. You were over the moon. 

“Well?” His voice brought you from your thoughts, a faint worried look in his verdant green eyes. You gave him a soft smile, covering the hand he had on your cheek with your own. 

“I would love to be your girlfriend, ‘ren.”

He immediately flashed his white teeth, happy that you said yes. He took you into his arms by your waist, and pressed his lips against yours. Easily, you melted into the kiss, feeling your heart wash over with warmth. 

Eren was yours and you were his. As crazy as it seemed, you didn’t see it coming. None of it. Eren was the quiet guy and you were the outgoing, popular girl. It was going to be a major shock to the entire school when they witnessed you two walk through those double doors in the morning but you weren’t going to be phased by any of the attention. All you cared about now was him. 

Your cute little boyfriend.

Had a nice ring to it.

“Mine,” he said against your lips and you giggled, burying your face into his chest. 

“Yeah, all yours. Now let’s go. I feel gross and want a shower.”

He pouted as you took his hand and tugged him down the hall, towards the double doors that led outside. 

“Can’t you keep it in a little longer?” He whined, walking a little behind you. “Selfish.”

“Eren, I am not keeping all of this cum in me. You’ve lost your mind. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts.”

“Speaking of butts…” He trailed off, smirking as he lifted your skirt up again with his index finger to get another peek. You exhaled loudly and smacked his hand away without turning around, trudging down the hall with a warm face and butterflies in your stomach again. 

Annoying. 

a/n: sorry if the ending was a little flat, if you haven’t been able to tell i suck at them;( but i hope that it was still decent ! ty for reading & expect more content soon <3

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SOFT DOM

kento nanami x fem afab reader

desc: usually you run into him at the local bakery... you weren't expecting to meet him at a place like this.

cw: 7124 wc, canon divergent AU, dom / sex worker nanami, sub reader, BDSM, bondage, impact play (crop usage & ass smacking), condom use, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, brief nipple play, groping, oral sex (reader & nanami receiving), facesitting, multiple orgasms (reader), biting (from nanami), mention of hair pulling, mention of bruises, dacryphilia, spit / drool mention, pet names (darling / sweetheart / etc), reader refers to nanami as sir. lemme know if i missed anything.

a/n: thank you to the lovely patchy (@potionpeddlerpatchy) for comming this piece !! i think this is my first time writing for nanami ? i hope i did him justice <33 !!

18 & UP CONTENT. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. THANKS.

“Two melon breads and a coffee, please.” You heard the all too familiar order spoken by an all too familiar voice. 

You didn’t even notice him a few spots ahead of you in the line. Usually you would keep an eye out for him whenever you visited this bakery, as he frequents it at similar times of day as you. But today your mind was a bit preoccupied. Your thoughts were filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety due to your Friday night plans. 

“Next, please,” called the girl working at the counter — an indicator that the man you’ve been secretly admiring must be on his way out. 

You quickly looked to the floor, feigning interest in the tiles beneath you. You caught a glimpse of his leather shoes as he passed you. You didn’t hear the bell from the door, so you assumed he went to sit at one of the tables. This wasn’t his usual routine — normally he would get his order and leave. 

Once at the counter, you got your order and an iced coffee. You headed towards the tables, coffee in one hand and the small box of baked goods in the other. You looked towards your usual table — the one you would go to sit at every time you came here — but there was already someone seated at the table. 

It was him. His back was facing you, his shoulders broad even without his jacket on. 

You momentarily stood like a deer in headlights — where were you supposed to sit now? Sure, there were other tables open… but you were so used to sitting at this specific table that it felt wrong to sit at a different one. You took a deep but subtle breath, deciding to make due with the booth seat in the back of the bakery. Your main concern now was having to pass this mystery man of yours. 

You were so caught up in wanting to get to your seat that you didn’t even notice him get up and partially block your path. Just as you were about to pass him, he stood from his seat, bumping into you in the process. 

You let out a startled yelp, spilling your thankfully iced coffee all over his shirt. You barely had any time to admire the way his wet shirt clung to his toned body, preoccupied with apologising and grabbing napkins to try and wipe his shirt clean. Despite the napkins and fabric of his shirt being a barrier between you and him, you could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin. 

“I am so, so sorry! I– Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. He must be upset. You never considered yourself to have a chance with this handsome stranger, but now it definitely felt like you wouldn’t have a chance with him. 

A far too gentle chuckle and rough hands wrapping around your wrists brought you out of your cocoon of self loathing and pity. “No need to apologise. I should be the one apologising. I should’ve checked my surroundings before getting up. Are you okay?” 

He looked down at you, his gentle gaze partially obscured due to his sunglasses. He noted the way tears form in the corners of your eyes, the way your bottom lip jutted out and the way your brows were furrowed upwards. He brushed away an inappropriate thought, asking you once more if you were okay. 

“No, I, I’m fine. But your shirt. It’s ruined,” you paused for a moment, “I’ll pay for your dry cleaning. Or for a replacement.” 

“That won’t be necessary. It’s a cheap shirt. I can replace it myself.” Despite his blunt words, there was something so calming about the way he spoke to you — about the way his hands held your wrists so gently. 

“At least take my contact info if ever you need some help in the future.” You pulled your wrists from his grasps, digging for a pen from your bag. You gave him no opportunity to decline as you wrote your name and number down on one of the dry napkins. 

As you went to hand him the napkin, he gave you a business card. 

“Let me buy you another coffee.” His smile was faint, but there. 

“Oh, that won’t–” you didn’t get to finish your reply. 

“I insist,” he looked down at the napkin with your name roughly written on it before proceeding to say your name. 

You let out a soft defeated sigh before nodding. “Okay… but the next time I run into you… in a less physical way… I’ll cover your order, okay?” 

“Alright then.” He chuckled once more before heading to the counter to get your replacement coffee.

You couldn’t help but pout as you looked at the business card in your hand. Nanami Kento. What a nice name, you thought to yourself. You let out a soft chuckle, noticing how his name oddly matched the way his hair was styled. 

It took only a few minutes for Nanami to get you a new coffee. He also gave you two melon breads which you weren’t expecting. Nanami briefly apologised for not asking you what coffee you wanted — he said he’ll be sure to get the right order the next time he sees you. 

The two of you spoke briefly, making small talk whilst also trying to find out more about one another. Eventually he had to leave and you had to start on the work you brought along on your laptop. He gave you a brief bow, a nod and a small smile before he exited the bakery. You watched him through the large windows of the bakery, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sight of the coffee stain on his shirt. 

After Nanami had left the bakery, you quickly finished up what little work you had, enjoyed your pastries and the coffee he bought you. 

It wasn’t long until you found yourself standing in front of the door of the club you’ve been anxious to visit. You were no longer wearing your business casual attire from earlier, instead wearing something more appropriate for the nightlife. Despite your excitement, you struggled to get your hand on the doorknob. What if it ends up being a sketchy place? What if they don’t accept walk-ins? But your friend reassured you they do… 

Your internal struggle was quickly interrupted when an awfully tall man put his arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t help but jerk away from him, an accidental yelp leaving your lips. 

“No need to worry, sweet thing. I work here. You’re new, right? Come with me.” 

You could barely get a word in as the unknown man escorted you inside. His over the top personality stood out just as much as his white hair. He kept asking you questions. What were you looking for? Are you a sub? Do you prefer it rough or gentle? What’s your type in men? In women? 

“It’s my first time here and you’re talking too much!” You blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up for the umpteenth time today as the clerk at the counter glanced over to you. 

The white haired man chuckled, patting your shoulder before leading you to the clerk. “Ask for Kenjiro. He’s your best choice as a first timer.” He winked before disappearing through a door that you could only assume led to the dressing room for the employees. 

You awkwardly stood at the counter, struggling to look the clerk in the eyes. “I’d like to ask for, uh, Kenjiro, please.” 

“You’ll go with Kenjiro, hm? Is it your first time at this kind of establishment?” The clerk didn’t seem bothered by your obvious anxiety. 

You nodded in response. The clerk only hummed before continuing to get your bill ready. You ended up asking for a two hour session, hoping that the longer session would give you more time to ease into everything. You hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to accept the recommendation from the white haired stranger. 

You were soon given a card and were told to wait for a few minutes as they prepared a room. You noted that the “Ken” in Kenjiro used the same character as the “Ken” in Kento. Maybe this was a good choice. 

It wasn’t long before you were escorted down a rather long hallway — you didn’t expect the place to be this big. You were led into a dimly lit room with a mostly red and black interior. The large bed seemed to be the most familiar piece of furniture to you in the room. You noted the hooks on the bed frame, the ropes adorning the walls and the table with neatly laid out items you could only assume the purpose of. 

You were left alone long enough for you to take a seat on the bed, breathing deeply to try and curb your nervousness. 

It wasn’t long before the door to the room opened and a broad shouldered man entered. Despite the dim lighting, it didn’t take you long to notice exactly who it was that entered the room. 

Even with the decorative mask covering half of his face, you could tell who it was. He wore the same watch as earlier in the day. Though messier, his hair was parted at the exact same spot as this afternoon. There was no doubt about it. The man standing in front of you was Nanami Kento. 

“I, uh– Nanami?” You stammered out, getting up from the bed to be a bit more levelled with him. 

He didn’t say anything, only letting out a deep sight before removing his mask. There was no point in hiding his face if you knew who he was.

You stared at each other for a few moments, tension building up and filling the room. “I’ll cancel the session, sorry…” You didn’t give him time to respond, instead trying to move past him to the door. 

Before you could even get a proper grip on the door handle Nanami had his hand planted on the door, preventing you from opening it. You felt cornered between him and the door, but you didn’t feel anxious anymore. “I’m fine with this if you are.” His voice was gentle from behind you. 

You could smell his cologne — it was different from the one he wore earlier in the day. His breathing was slow and steady, but hot against your nape. 

“I haven’t done this before…” You spoke after a while. “I mean, I’ve had sex before but I haven’t done this before.” 

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure you don’t regret picking me.” 

You turned around to face him, your back now pressed to the door. You nodded as you looked up at him. He removed his hand from the door, instead holding it out for you to take. You placed your hand in his and allowed him to guide you to the bed, to talk you through the concept of safewords despite you already knowing what they were. You allowed him to undress you, to caress your skin with his big, warm hands. 

Once you were left in only the lingerie you bought specifically for this night, Nanami pulled you against him. The leather harness he wore over his dress shirt was cold against your skin. You felt exposed compared to him who was fully clothed, only his face and hands were left uncovered. 

He placed a hand on the small of your back, pushing your body even more into his. His other hand trailed along your side, a finger hooking into the strap of your panties that ran over your hip. He pulled it before letting it smack back against your skin. You hoped you didn’t flinch. 

“You said you were okay with bondage, yes?” You nodded in response to his question. The hand at your side squeezed your hip, briefly leaving an imprint on your skin after he pulled it away from you. Nanami stepped back, retrieving some of the rope you had assumed were only for decoration. 

It wasn’t long before he was in front of you again, now draping the rope over your skin and tying it in intricate knots. His knuckles ghosted over your skin as he worked. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body. 

By the time he was done tying the last knot at your wrists, you felt like your legs could give in beneath you. Nanami was attentive as he trailed his fingers along the rope that adorned your skin. He pressed against it, indirectly pressing against your skin. A part of you wished he would just touch you instead of only touching the rope. 

When his hands did finally meet your skin, there was a new barrier hindering the skin to skin contact you were hoping for. He was wearing gloves — cold leather gloves that felt rough against your plush skin. 

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips or the way you pouted. With your hands tied down you couldn’t even attempt to touch his face — the only place with bare skin of his available. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him, an evident displeased look on your face. “I want to feel you against my skin.” 

Nanami only chuckled, leaning down until his lips only barely ghosted over yours. Just as you tried to fill the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. A gloved hand wrapped around your jaw, “You need to earn my touch, sweetheart.” With that he pushed you down onto the bed.

With your wrists tied together and connected to the rope that sat snuggly between your pussy lips, you were unable to cushion your fall, landing flat on your back. Thankfully the bed was soft beneath you. 

In an attempt to sit upright or even scoot a bit further up on the bed, the rope running along your slit tightened as your hands tried to help you move. The moan that left your lips shocked not only you but also Nanami. He had barely even done anything to you — and hadn’t even touched you in this moment — yet you were moaning so lewdly. 

The friction of the rope pressing the lace of your panties further into your dampening cunt made you squirm. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to keep moving your hands to feel more of this or if you just wanted it to stop. 

“Now, now.” Gloved hands took hold of your wrists, bringing them downwards to stop you from pleasuring yourself. “Who said you got to feel good yet, hm? You only get to feel good when I allow it.” He squeezed your wrists before giving the flesh of your thigh a slap. You yelped at the sting — but it didn’t hurt, it felt good. 

“Sorry,” you pouted, not making eye contact. 

His hand came down onto your thigh once more, making your body jerk. “Sorry who?” He leaned over you, hand kneading the flesh he had just hit. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” You felt his warm breath against your cheek. You looked at him from the side, unable to get yourself to turn your head to properly face him. 

“Good girl.” The brief praise from him made your insides tingle. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together only to have them blocked by his knee. 

“Now then,” Nanami said, switching your positions so that he was on his back and you were sat on his thigh. His hand pressed to the soft skin of your stomach to stop you from leaning down onto him. He knew he wore the gloves to tease you, but at this moment it felt like a punishment he unknowingly set up for himself. He so desperately wanted to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. 

His hands moved to your sides, thumbs massaging circles into your hips as he pressed you down onto his thigh. You couldn’t help but moan as he guided your hips, forcing you to rub yourself against him. 

With each movement of your hips the rope tightened against your clit, making you whine even more. Your hands were planted on his upper thigh as you attempted to keep yourself upright. You could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath you with every loud moan that slipped past your lips. 

“Keep going.” He removed his hands from your sides, instead stretching his body to the side to grab something that was just barely in his reach. You were too busy chasing an orgasm you had no permission for to notice the leather crop in his hand. 

You gasped feeling the cold leather of the crop run up along your stomach until it was situated between your tits. You arched your back, leaning forward as you moved your hips in such a way to get that perfect friction against your puffy clit. You were so close. You weren’t paying much attention to Nanami or the crop tracing your skin, too focused on the heat building up inside you. 

You were close. Your legs trembled and your heart felt like it could pop right out of your chest. You could feel your climax creeping up on you. You were so close. Just as you moaned out for your anticipated orgasm, Nanami hooked his finger beneath the rope leading down to your cunt. He tugged on it, giving you that last push to get you over the edge. 

You cried out, moaning his name as your entire body jerked with pleasure. You dug your nails into the firm muscle of his thigh, tiny white stars clouding your vision. 

You were forced out of your state of bliss when you were roughly turned onto your back, Nanami caging you between himself and the bed. You were still moaning and whining, the tremors of your release still coursing through you. 

“Who said you could cum?” Nanami’s voice was low and his breath hot against your skin. He was close enough for you to kiss him. Nanami pulled at the rope, causing you to yelp at the pressure that was put on your clit. He wasn’t satisfied with how long it took you to respond. “Answer me. Who gave you permission to cum?” He pulled at the rope just enough to put pressure on your clit without actually making you feel good. 

“No one…” You struggled to get the words out. You didn’t look at him, your face turned to the side to avoid his heavy gaze. 

“Hm?” He tugged at the rope yet again, making you jerk your hips upwards and into his. You were only pressed against him for a moment, yet you were sure of what you felt. He was hard. He was hiding his lust well despite the way his cock bulged against the restraints of his pants. 

“No one, sir.” You forced yourself to look at him. Despite having come here inexperienced and without a clear idea of what you wanted, you couldn’t help but want to tease him for his arousal. “But, sir, how could I hold back when you’re like this?” You lifted your thigh to press against his crotch. 

Despite his attempt to keep himself composed, Nanami couldn’t stop his body from reacting to your touch. A soft groan left his lips and you could see the way his jaw clenched. It only made you want to tease him more. Nanami’s hips rutted forward into your thigh as you pressed up against him again. Another groan could be heard. 

“Stop that.” His eyes looked dark, predatory as he looked down at you. 

“Make me.” You didn’t stop, instead rubbing against him harder and faster. 

Nanami had to stop himself from acting on his impulses. He so desperately wanted to just grab you by the hair and drag you off of the bed — to shove his cock down that disrespectful little mouth of yours and shut you up. He wanted nothing more than to make you cry and drool around his cock as he fucked your throat. 

But he knew he couldn’t do that to you yet. You were still just a beginner. He didn’t want to make your first BDSM experience a negative one. So instead he grabbed onto your thigh, big hands squeezing your plush skin as he pushed it down. “Don’t test me, sweet thing.” 

His grip on your thigh was bruisingly tight. It made you squirm. “What’s my reward if I obey?” 

“You don’t get punished.” He stood up, standing at the edge of the bed as he admired your body. 

You couldn’t lift yourself up due to your hands being restrained. Any attempt at sitting up only causes the rope to tighten against your clit. Nanami chuckled as he watched you struggle. You pouted, “What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing, sweet thing.” He leaned over you and for a moment you thought he would help you up, but instead he only grabbed the crop that was lying just a bit past your head. He placed the crop between his lips before moving onto the bed again, sitting on his knees. He pulled you closer, draping your legs over his thighs and pressing his clothed cock to your cunt. 

You gasped as he grinded against you, struggling to hold back your moans. The fabric of his pants was rough but somehow still felt good against you. You couldn’t help the way you let your hips move in sync with his. 

Nanami hummed in disapproval, steading your hips with his hands as he ceased with his own movements. One hand held your waist, gloved fingers pressing into your skin. With his other hand he lifted up your bra, uncovering your tits. He squeezed the one and then the other, eliciting soft whines from you as he massaged them. He let go of them only to take the crop from between his lips. Nanami traced spirals around your nipples, eventually letting the tip of the crop rest on your left nipple. 

Your body felt tense yet relaxed all at once as he kept teasing your nipples. It wasn’t long before both of your nipples stood upright — hard and perky. You knew the cool air against your skin played no part in helping them harden. It was all because of the way Nanami used the crop. 

You yelped and your body jerked when the leather tip of the crop smacked against your nipple. You weren’t expecting that. The hand on your waist came up to squeeze your free nipple, massaging the erect nub before pinching it just enough to not cause pain. Whilst your one nipple was being teased with his gloved fingers, the other was being nudged and ever so often smacked by the crop. 

Though he enjoyed the way you moaned and squirmed in response to his teasing, Nanami knew you had a limited amount of time. He had so much more that he wanted to do with you. He could probably spend hours teasing your pretty tits… but he had other things in mind as well. He didn’t know if this would be the only time he’d get to have you like this. He couldn’t pass up on an opportunity like this.

He set the crop aside for good now, lifting you up and onto his lap. Your tits were at perfect level with his face, allowing him to plant kisses along your chest with ease. One hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you close to him whilst the other squeezed at your tits. 

Nanami pinched and massaged your one nipple between his gloved fingers whilst his mouth latched to the other. Your moans and cries only prompted him to keep going, to graze his teeth ever so gently over the soft nub between his lips. 

Your body couldn’t help but react to his touch despite your mental protests. You’ve been admiring this man from afar for so long and now… now you’re showing him the lewdest parts of yourself. You so desperately wanted your hands to be free, to be able to rake your fingers through his hair and feel his skin beneath your fingertips. 

“Please… I need more,” you whined, begged. 

His suckling at your chest stopped only to continue moments later. You were about to whine, to protest once more until you felt the hand at your back move to the restraints around your wrists. You hoped he would untie them, that he would allow you to touch him too. But he didn’t. Instead he just teased you by taking one of your hands into his own, squeezing it gently. 

His movements ceased once more, “What do you want me to do?” His voice was low and sultry. His breath was warm against your spit coated nipple. 

“I want to touch you. Please.” You hoped your pleading was enough. “I want to feel your skin against mine. Please let me touch you.” 

“Alright.” He was fast, easily lifting you up and adjusting your position to what he wanted. But still, he didn’t free your hands. 

Your new position wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting. You were still on top of him, but this time your knees rested on either side of his head, giving him the perfect view of your dampened underwear and the rope that spread your pussy lips ever so slightly. With your hands still tied, you couldn’t even keep yourself up. Your head was laid almost on top of the bulge in his pants. 

You gulped at how close you were to his cock. Even though it was clothed and restrained, you could tell it was big — bigger than you had expected. 

“What should I do?” You tried to look back at him but couldn’t. 

“You wanted to feel my skin against yours, right? Then go ahead.” His hands squeezed at your thighs, making your body jerk. He noticed the way the rope tightened and the way your thighs tensed in response. 

“But my hands—”

“Use your mouth.” He gave you no time to complain or whine. 

You sniffled, somewhat upset that you couldn’t touch him the way you wanted to. You struggled to manoeuvre your body in the way you wanted. You used your mouth to try and unbuckle his belt. But you couldn’t do it. The metal was hard and cold. 

“I can’t get the belt off… please…” You whined. 

He sighed beneath you, hot breath blowing against your cunt. You wanted to squeeze your thighs shut in response but couldn’t due to his head being between them. “Fine then.” His hands left your thighs and moved down to his belt, unbuckling it with ease. “The rest is up to you, sweetheart. Start here.” He pressed a finger to the button of his pants. “Undo that first. Then here,” he traced the zipper of his pants, “The rest you can figure out yourself, I hope.” 

You mumbled out a displeased “yes” only to be answered with a smack to your ass. You tried to hold back the yelp that left your lips but ended up unsuccessful in your attempt.

“What was that?”

“Yes, sir,” you grumbled out. 

His one hand rested on the fresh red print on your ass, massaging the soft flesh as the other toyed with the rope leading down to your cunt. 

You struggled to keep yourself composed, soft whimpers escaping your lips with every nudge to the rope. You used your mouth to undo the button of his pants. You struggled to unzip his pants, but eventually got it down. It wasn’t hard to get his boxers down as his achingly hard cock assisted you with the task. 

It was a lot thicker than you expected. The veins adorning his cock were thick and pulsing, guiding your line of sight up to the pinkish tip of his cock. He was leaking precum already. The tip of his cock was fat, but smaller than the girth of his cock. The hair at the base of his cock was neatly trimmed and similar in colour as the hair on his head — a bit darker, maybe. 

You gulped at the sight — and size — of his cock. You wondered if it would be able to fit. You’ve never been with someone this thick before. 

“Come on, get to it, darling.” Another smack came down onto your ass, making your body jerk. 

You moaned as the rope tightened against your clit once more. You didn’t say anything in response, only leaning forward enough to press your lips to his leaking cock. It was warm. The precum was sticky and stuck to your lips when you pulled away. You attempted to adjust yourself a bit before taking his cock properly into your mouth. Or at least as properly as you could. 

The tip wasn’t too hard to wrap your lips around, your tongue nudging at the leaking slit. You could feel Nanami’s abdominal muscles tense beneath you. You took a bit more of him into your mouth, feeling him twitch against your tongue. The veins on his cock were thick and protruding. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint where they were with your tongue. You did your best to take as much of him into your mouth but struggled nonetheless. You’ve barely gotten half of him into your mouth and already your jaw was hurting. 

A sudden nudge at your cunt made you jerk forward, taking more of him into your mouth than you were ready for. You gagged around his cock, choking at the sudden intrusion you weren’t ready for. You pulled your mouth off of his cock, panting and coughing. 

“What are you–” You weren’t given an opportunity to finish your question as the rope and your panties were moved to the side. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved that the pressure against your clit was gone, or if it was a disappointment. 

Another whiny moan escaped your lips as something wet and warm forced its way between your folds. Nanami took his time to taste you, licking along your slit and lapping at your slick folds. You tasted better than he expected. 

“Keep going.” His words were muffled against your cunt, but you knew what he said. He didn’t say anything else, only squeezing your thighs as he kissed along your folds and lapped up your sweetness.

You struggled to keep yourself composed, moaning as you forced yourself to take his cock back into your mouth. Your moans sent vibrations around Nanami’s cock, causing him to moan against your cunt in return. You couldn’t tell if his moans were forced to tease you or if they were genuine. Either way you had to keep going. 

Just as his tongue worked its way past your folds and into your wet hole, you worked your lips further down his cock. You knew there was no way you could fit all of him into your mouth without the risk of ripping the corners of your mouth. So you had to try something else. 

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, squeezing your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. You pulled your mouth off of him before starting to lick and suck along the length of his cock. You traced the tip of your tongue over each vein, moaning in response to the way he nudged his tongue against your clit. 

Your mouth settled at the base of his cock, sucking and kissing the soft flesh as you moved up towards the tip. You took his leaking tip back into your mouth, wrapping your lips tightly around it. You swirled your tongue around it, nudging at the leaking hole ever so often. 

You wondered if he was close. He was twitching so much and it seemed like his mouth had gone still against your cunt. His moans were no longer loud or teasing, instead low and breathy. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. It stung and you were sure that it would bruise, but you kept going. 

“That’s enough,” Nanami spoke with a clenched jaw. You ignored him and kept going, swaying your hips above him to tease him even more. 

You cried out as he pushed you off of him, quickly pinning you beneath him. His eyes were clouded and glossed over as he looked down at you. He sat up, taking off his gloves before he started to untie the rope adorning your body. You wondered if he was mad. Was this his way of telling you he was done? 

Your questions were quickly answered once you were untied. He pinned your hands above your head with one of his own. His other hand was already between your legs, fingers nudging in between your folds with ease. He coated them in your slick, nudging at your clit before sinking two fingers into your hole. 

“Listen when I talk,” he growled out the words, his jaw tight as he spoke. 

You couldn’t respond to him with words, too occupied with holding back your moans as he mercilessly pumped his fingers in and out of you. As his fingers curled and spread inside you, his thumb worked your clit. He wasn’t gentle nor slow, roughly massaging your sensitive nub whilst his fingers kept pressing against that swollen and spongy place inside you. 

You felt like you were losing your mind, crying and moaning his name as you squirmed beneath him. You couldn’t even squeeze your legs shut as he kept them spread open with his own legs. You were too busy trying to run away from your nearing climax that you didn’t notice the way he looked at you, the way he bit at the inside of his cheek to keep himself under control.

Nanami wanted to do so much more than just this. He could feel the way your walls tightened around his fingers, the way your breath hit his face with each of your moans, the way your thighs pressed against his. He kept fucking his fingers into you, ignoring his more sadistic desires as he kissed along your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin.

It wasn’t long before he had you come undone around your fingers. Your moans were louder than before. The way you squirmed and struggled against him could make Nanami go feral. He groaned as he sunk his teeth into the nape of your neck. It wasn’t enough to draw blood but more than enough to leave a visible mark. 

Despite you having just came, Nanami kept massaging your clit with his thumb, hoping to force one more orgasm out of you before he would get to properly take you. He didn’t have to wait long for another surge of pleasure to rush through your body. Your hips rutted up into him as your body convulsed with pleasure. You swear you’re seeing stars. 

It almost felt like too much. You didn’t have any time to recover from the first orgasm before having the other forced upon you. Even after Nanami let go of your wrists and pulled his hand out from between your legs, you were still trembling and twitching. 

“Ready for the main course?” Nanami spoke but you couldn’t quite tell what he was saying. Everything felt like a blur. You saw him take something out of his pants’ pocket before he pushed his pants and underwear down a bit more. He lifted his shirt up, keeping it between his teeth to stop it from falling down. It seemed like he was putting on a condom.

Despite your blurry vision, you could finally see his bare skin. His stomach was well toned, but his abs weren’t as prominent as you expected. There was a healthy bit of fat layered over the muscles. Along with the thin trail of hair leading up to his navel were protruding veins. You wondered how you missed that detail. The glorious view in front of you was soon covered again by his shirt. You tried not to grumble. 

“Ready?” You felt the tip of his cock press against your cunt. With your panties still pushed to the side, Nanami slowly pushed further into you. Thanks to the way he so relentlessly finger fucked you, you weren’t as tight as before — otherwise he definitely wouldn’t have been able to fit inside you. But even so, the stretch still left a sting as he pushed further into you. 

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs by the time he was fully buried inside you. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as his fingers dug into the already bruised flesh of your sides. You couldn’t even get out a moan, only panting and breathing heavily as you tried to keep yourself together. 

“Good girl,” Nanami praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You’re doing so well, darling.” He kissed the corners of your eyes, tasting your tears on his lips. He never knew something meant to be salty could taste this sweet. 

Slowly Nanami started to rock his hips back and forth. You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to go faster in order to lessen this aching feeling inside you, or if you wanted him to keep at this pace — for him to keep moulding your walls to the shape of his cock. You could feel the largest vein at the belly of his cock pulsing against your insides, like a heartbeat. 

Even with the thin condom he wore, it still felt like there was nothing between the two of you. You could feel his heat inside you. It felt like you were burning up from there where the two of you were connected so intimately. 

A loud cry left your lips as Nanami rocked his hips forward faster than before. And then he pulled back only to push forward once more. He was picking up his pace. 

You couldn’t keep up with him. You tried rolling your hips in unison with his, but he was going too fast. Nanami ended up taking hold of your hips as he sat up. You could no longer feel his breath on your skin, but you could see just how broad his shoulders are and how his shirt was dampened with sweat. You were a bit dissatisfied by the shirt covering his abdomen.

Despite struggling to keep yourself present, you reached out to tug on his shirt. “Take it off.” You pulled at it before lowering your hands to where the two of you were connected. Your body jerked when you touched yourself. You were still so sensitive. You ran your finger over your clit, moaning at the stimulation whilst keeping eye contact with Nanami. 

The sight of you touching yourself beneath him, the way you looked at him and teased it… it was almost enough to send Nanami over the edge. But he knew he couldn’t let you know that. Instead he flipped you over. Now you were on top of him, his cock buried deeper into your cunt than before. 

“Take it off yourself, sweet thing,” he said, referring to his shirt. His hands were on your hips, guiding your movements. 

“Fine. But I’m not replacing this one.” You lifted yourself enough for only the tip of his cock to still be inside you, moaning loudly. You weren’t sure what compelled you to rip his shirt open instead of just unbuttoning it, but it didn’t matter anymore. You had your hands planted on his stomach to keep yourself up. His skin was warm beneath your palms. You could finally touch him properly.

With his hands still squeezing at your hips, you started to lower yourself down onto his cock again. Despite being amazed by your newfound boldness, Nanami couldn’t get a word out. His eyes were locked on the way your tits bounced up and down just as you rode his cock. He couldn’t hold back his moans anymore. 

Soon both his and your moans were filling the room. You could tell you were close. Just like you could tell he was close. His abdominal muscles seemed even harder than before and the way his cock twitched and pulsed inside you was a dead giveaway. 

Just as you were finally starting to find the right rhythm at which to bounce on his cock, Nanami rutted his hips upwards, lifting his lower body off of the bed as he thrusted up into you. His hands squeezed at your hips even tighter than before as he lifted you up only to slam you back down into his rutting hips. 

The way you moaned, the way your mouth hung open and the way drool formed at the corners of your mouth — it all had Nanami in a trance. He kept fucking up into you, hitting that spot inside you over and over as if he’s known your body for longer than you have known yourself. He knew at just what angle to thrust up into you. 

He could tell you were close. You could tell he was close. 

Your bodies moved together in an almost primal manner as you leaned down to plant your lips onto his. Your moans mixed together as your tongues intertwined and toyed with each other. 

It wasn’t long before you came undone on top of him. Your walls spasmed around him, your juices coating his cock even more than before and dripping down his balls. The squelching from between the two of you struggled to compete with the way you moaned into his mouth. He kept fucking you despite your release, chasing his own instead. 

Just when you thought he would cum you were tossed onto your back. He pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty as your walls squeezed around nothing. He moaned as he pulled the condom off, tossing it aside with little care for where it landed. He didn’t have to fist his cock for long before thick ropes of his seed coated your stomach. He groaned at the sight of your skin covered in his release. He pumped his cock a few more times, imagining that it was your cunt milking him dry instead of his hand. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, laying down beside you once he was sure he’s emptied every drop of his cum onto your skin. You watched the way his chest rose and fell, not noticing him watching yours do the same. You were both panting, out of breath as you admired each other quietly. 

“Next time you want to do this,” Nanami broke the silence, still panting, “just give me a call and I’ll be there.”

END NOTES.

thank you once more to patchy for this comm !! it took me forever but i think the end result ended up much better than i expected !!

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i’m sure that this won’t get traction but

where are the smutty x reader fics of jacked guys loving on girls who aren’t tiny 20 year old darlings, but those guys sure as hell make you feel that way?

give me sugar daddy!toji who wants a sweet cutie pie that’s not half his age. give me pro hero!deku that loves your curves and can manhandle you better than anyone else. give me daddy!gojo who loves your laugh lines and digs his fingers into your soft flesh any chance he gets. give me a dabi who finds the readers that aren’t perfectly conventionally attractive sexy as fuck and wants every inch of them in the best and/or darkest ways. give me pro hero!bkg who gets turned on by your first gray hairs because he knows that he is the one that gets to fuck you senseless for the rest of your lives.

give me the unconventional. send recs. i’m desperate.

anyways this is what this blog is ABOUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

imagine nerd!eren rejoicing and boasting during his book club about you, Ms. Perfect taking his virginity. He’d be so bashful, face brighter than the ripest apple as he recounts the memories. The boy who was afraid to harm a fly, but fucked you so good that you couldn’t bear come to school the next day, cock drunk. The virgin boy who spilled his cum into you three strokes in, but he was so horny he went on for hours. It was his first time could you blame him, and your pussy was just that good. Goes to the bathroom whips out his phone and scrolls through your instagram stroking his dick because he misses you so much and heads right back to his club being the good student he is.

pussy whipped

nerd!eren who comes to your house to “check” up on you, sweater wrapped knuckles knocking on your front door. Greeted by your mom who then takes him upstairs to your room. “umm… y/n I-I was just wondering,” he’d begin pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and turning his face away cause he’s that embarrassed “could we do it again, cause it felt really really good.”

CRUEL INTENTIONS⌇GETO, GOJO, NANAMI.

warnings. manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, slight sir kink.

pairings. prof!geto, prof!nanami, prof!gojo x f!reader. reader is at least 20+ and attends college.

word count. 4,100+

summary. it seems your three favorite professors all have something in common; they have an eye for you as their top student in class. but when your dirty secrets with them are suddenly exposed, you’d do anything for them just to save your precious reputation...

Lying is the most fun a girl could have without having to take off her clothes. But it’s better if you do.

It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist having your precious little ego being boosted? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.

All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.

The first man was your law professor; Gojo Satoru. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle at college and back home. Though Professor Gojo was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was rather intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.

“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin this pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”

You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way; to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.

Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure and your reputation. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor Nanami Kento, was also enticed by you.

It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Nanami’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook and bake well. Nanami’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.

“Mm… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”

Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d give him a blowjob to relieve his stress. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over, holding your leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Gojo wasn’t available, Professor Nanami it is.

A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Geto Suguru, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be more than just a fling.

You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Geto offered more than just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to spend the nights in his luxurious penthouse whenever you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for half of your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.

And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he loved with you. He mentioned to you eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down… the more you spend time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.

Sex with Professor Geto was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Gojo and Professor Nanami, Professor Geto was the man you’d see every weekend.

“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me make love with you, sweetheart. Let me taste your pussy again later.”

All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Gojo would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Nanami would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Geto would be the whole weekend and student holidays. It was all going according to plan throughout the semesters.

But it wasn’t until a staff meeting with these three took place. When Nanami found a video of you and Geto, things escalated heavily…

You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.

You see Professor Geto laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Gojo leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Nanami who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.

“You came,” you heard Geto speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?

You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.

“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Geto’s classroom until Nanami stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.

“You sure about that?” Nanami rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Geto spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face the shame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.

But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?

“Who told you to leave?” The dark-haired professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”

Professor Gojo stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Suguru. She never listens until she gets what she wants.”

Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Nanami’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.

“You didn’t think we’d find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” the blond man muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”

“Our backs,” Professor Gojo corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”

You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, victimizing yourself in order to set things your way and save yourself. Save what you had with them so you could continue getting what you wanted. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.

“. . . What? Use you for sex?” you protested with feigned perplexity to Gojo, slipping yourself from Nanami’s grip. “You’re the nicest professors I’ve known and I’d never treat you that way. I wouldn’t treat any of you like that! I’m your top favorite students, how could you say something so awful about me like that?”

“Enough with that bullshit, Y/N. There’s video evidence of you and Geto having sex together. What do you have to say about that, hm?” Nanami says coldly.

There was a pause. In that moment, there was no way for you to victimize yourself out of this and escape the Hell you created. You imagined the video playing on Geto’s phone, feeling your stomach sink. You admitted the tragic defeat deep down, shattering your heart that you nearly teared up. It even felt so humiliating all of this had to end up this way. The rewards, the satisfaction, the excitement of three men whipped for you regardless— all of it crumbled down on you now that the truth is out.

“You wanna know what you really are?” Professor Geto suddenly spoke impassively. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”

“A manipulative, spoiled, bitch that’s only good for sex,” Gojo chided. “I bet that’s what you thought of us as this whole time. Just your little boy toys good for sex.”

Professor Geto clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done. Lying and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”

You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. This doesn’t mean you look weak before them. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save you. Not the relationships at all— just you and your reputation. You knew the men long enougha and assessed their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension in the classroom between one another, rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Geto kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Nanami right next to you.

Your expression turned nonchalant, completely tossing away your innocent, fragile façade and narrowing your eyes at the three gentlemen. If you could poke on Geto’s soft spot for you, maybe the attention could divert from you to the others in jealousy. He was in love. He would do anything for you. You can see the man so deeply hurt inside it seemed pathetic. At such vulnerability, it would be fun to trivialize all of their feelings. Make this about them, not you. Shift the blame on them as a taboo for having sex with a college student, and not on you for being a “whore” as they say.

“Fine,” you spoke impassively. “I admit that was our video, sure. Feel whatever you wanna feel about me. But overreacting and going out y’alls way to expose me? After what I’ve done to keep all of you gentlemen happy?”

Completely neglect how upset they are. Only you should be the upset one.

Your gaze suddenly settles softly into Geto’s eyes like you were hypnotizing him. “If we’re talking about lying, you can’t deny that you wanted what we had to be more than just a fling. And now you’re gonna shame me in front of your friends? I don’t think you should feel that way after you told me you loved me, Suguru.”

There was a pause. Professor Geto felt his heart stutter when you sauntered to him with doe eyes and a coy façade. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. He hated the way you’re playing coy. He hated how you left him ashamed. He hated that he couldn’t resist how adorable you looked in front of him it pissed him off.

“You— you said you love her?” Gojo suddenly sputtered as he glared at Geto, repulsed.

“Such bullshit,” Nanami interrupted bitterly. “When we found that video, all of us started putting the pieces together. It really ruined my fucking day that a student I have a personal relationship with is also having… other personal relationships with my coworkers. Making her feel good every other day when it should only be me.”

“Oh, really now?” The frost-haired professor retorted in defense. “You’re fucking the same girl as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”

“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Nanami hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”

“So do you, Kento. You’re nothing special to her either and we just argued about this before she came. Now, Suguru. You better not fucking tell me you’re in love with this student right now.”

“No, she— she’s right…” Geto mumbled, his mind overstimulated between anger and infatuation.“I’ve had a special connection with her outside of school. We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”

“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Nanami. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”

“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you back anyways?” Gojo gibed.

The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Gojo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.

“Guys, guys…” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought y’all were all good friends, why argue? There are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”

After the room fell silent, Gojo gave a look that read, you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? Nanami and Geto glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Gojo can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your skin sending a gut feeling in his stomach.

Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. They were whipped for you, regardless. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.

“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “It’s better to take your frustrations out on me like you guys always do. You can do whatever you want.”

Professor Gojo slanted his head, glancing at Nanami and Geto, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”

“Whatever. You. Want.”

Professor Geto cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “We’ll make a deal. If you don’t want us to expose you and ruin your reputation here, you better show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”

“You truly are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Nanami, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.

This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.

In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Nanami sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”

You can feel Gojo’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Nanami’s cock as he fingered you while Geto jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about— to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.

“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Gojo held your chin when Nanami slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.

“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Geto ordered as his cock was already coated with precum rubbed on your face.

“Yes. Yes sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.

Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Gojo’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Geto grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.

“Get her on the desk,” said Nanami.

The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Geto ripping open your top from his impatience and Gojo shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.

“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Geto teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.

“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”

Gojo spanks your ass from beneath, harsher on the side where your cute little devil heart tattoo was. “We know, baby, we know,” he sighed softly, chuckling along with Nanami. “Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Suguru and Kento see how well you take me.”

You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.

Gojo held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Gojo forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Geto dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Nanami stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.

“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Geto as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in my fucking pussy. Take everything.”

Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Gojo’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different fucking techniques.

Soon you were bent over the desk, Nanami fucking you while you sucked off Gojo. Then you were on top of Geto on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Gojo and Nanami. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.

You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”

And just like that, were left alone, draped in cum.

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SATORU GOJO might have been strong. He might have been handsome. But, above anything else, he was a whimpering, moaning mess.

Strands of his white hair were stuck to his sweaty forehead. His sharp blue eyes opened and closed repeatedly, as he battled between wanting to keep them open to look at your pretty face, or closing them as pleasure overwhelmed his trembling body.

Those large hands of his gripped your ass as you rode him.

“Shit,” he moaned once again. “Feels so good — so, so good.”

Your hands held onto his muscular shoulders as your pace quickened.

“Baby, please . . .” he begged for nothing in particular.

“You’re so whiny,” you teased. “Didn’t know the strongest sorcerer would be so pathetic for me.”

“I can’t help it,” with a little gulp, he started to buck his hips, meeting your thrusts with his own rhythmic bucks as he chased yet another orgasm. He couldn’t get enough. All he wanted was to fill you up.

“Please make me cum, keep going, don’t stop . . . don’t stop,” words fell out from between his buttery lips like a prayer. “Please keep fucking me baby, feels so good.”

“Are you gonna cum, Satoru?” You questioned with a smirk, looking at his fucked-out face.

“Yes, I’m right there. So close. I’m gonna–”

He interrupted his own words with an uncontrollable moan. As pleasure swirled around in the pit of his stomach, sending a wave of heat throughout his body, his toes curled as he shot his load inside of you.

He could feel it. The sweet, nasty mixture of his cum and yours, running down his cock as he stuffed you.

He just couldn’t stop moaning. Couldn’t stop cumming.

“One more, baby,” the pretty man begged, looking up into your eyes. “One more round . . . please? Make me cum again. I can’t get enough of you. I just . . . I need more.”

And, with that, you started to ride him again, enjoying the sound of him moaning as he said, “I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much — I can’t . . . god, I fucking love you.”