CREAMING

PURRRRR THIS IS MY ENERGY, I BETTER SEE YOU BIMBOS DO THE SAME THING. DROP THAT FRIEND THAT DOESNT SUPPORT YOU, DO SOMETHING POSITIVE YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD DO BABE YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, GET THE MOST OUT OF IT.

I’m taking these next months in 2021 to completely heal, nurture and transform myself. I’m taking full accountability of my actions. I’m giving myself space and time to turn into who I want to be and destined to be. I’m deleting everything and everyone that is not beneficial to me and who I am. I am trusting myself, being patient with myself and allowing myself to be fully and wholly in tune with who I NEED to be. I am letting things go and welcoming all that I need to be specifically and exactly who I am meant to be. I will work hard, avoid the procrastination and excuses and show up for myself. I will LOVE ME wholeheartedly and be proud of who I will become. I’m ready to be ME.

IWAIZUMI (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER OMG IMMA CREAM SO HARD 😩

thinking about giving him a lap dance and when you turn your head around to give them a dreamy smile, they grab you by the hips and pull you down so you’re sitting on their bulge. they bury their face in your neck and kiss you there and tell you with a groan look at what you do to me, baby as they grind your ass against their hard cock

Y'all. This is the shit. I don't care I'm flicking ms bean tonight.

WASTED TIMES — PIERCER!MITSUYA T.

INFO. my piece for the lovely @haikyutiehoe’s pain tolerance collab <3 thank you again for having me, this was a blast to write although the end feels a lil rushed :(

FORMAT. fic

BYR. minors dni!! look the other way!! please and thank you!!

SYNOPSIS. your piercer is hot as fuck and you just so happen to be his closing customer

WARNINGS. 18+ content, implied needle usage, nipple play, sloppy kisses, tons of spit play, squirting, mindbreak, pussy/cum eating, slight dacryphilia. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY ERRORS.

“The shop downtown you mean?” Your friend’s voice was eager, high, loud enough to make you pry your phone a few inches from your ear to save yourself the potential hearing loss. Your shoes hit the pavement of the sidewalk as you made your way, eyes scanning for the same place you saw on the reviews online. “Oh good luck there, I hear their main piercer is super hot.”

The air was freezing, hitting your skin and making your hands tingle with how cold they became. “Oh yeah?” A hint of nervousness could be heard, hidden in your cocky tone. Whether or not you considered yourself bold and confident, this scenario proved that you were only human, faltering at new experiences.

The anticipation in your gut was heavy, but something felt off. You weren’t sure if it was your outfit choice or the price of your appointment or even the decision of what you were going to grab to eat after this. Something felt weird and uncertain and it left a bitter taste on your tongue.

“I’m almost there, so I’m gonna hang up,” you barely gave her a second to protest, ending the call and shoving your phone in your bag. The bright light up signs about pinch n poke’s illuminated the sidewalk and the cars parked on the side of the street. You’ve finally made it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take another step. The nerves were catching up to you and you took a few deep breaths, plastering a smile and alarming the workers and customers with the bell at the door as you stepped in.

It was obvious that this place was on the smaller side, the waiting room only consisting of two leather chairs and a smaller coffee table in the middle, magazines about fishing and fashion and whatnot spread on the glass top. There was a unique resting area behind the furniture, a small place under the big window where anyone could rest and stare at the cars passing by.

The receptionist was pretty, as well as on the older side, her forehead wrinkling up as she raised her eyebrows at you and offering a warm smile. “You’ve arrived! Did you find this place okay?” She buttered you up, waving for you to come up to the marble desk, shuffling around for a pen.

“I did, but I also looked at a few pics on the internet prior to this,” you admitted with sincere eyes and a shrug, examine the paperwork that she slid your way. You took your time signing in the respective areas, flipping paper after paper.

Music came from the speakers on the ceiling, light rock easing the awkward silence as she waited patiently for you to finish up initialing the documents. It was a little too quiet and you wondered if there was even a piercer here at all, seeing as the waiting room was empty ever since you stepped in.

“Ah,” you tended to your cramping hand, massaging around your fingers as you finally finished, earning a hearty laugh from the woman behind the counter. “That was pretty intense for some paperwork.”

She nodded in response, smile never leaving her face as she reviewed and made sure you answered everything properly. With the given time, your curious eyes scanned the shop once again, noticing little by little that a lot of work had been put into this building. The floors looked recently updated, shiny and polished so well that you could see your reflection if you looked close enough. Many framed certificates were lined up nicely on the walls, as well as pictures of what you assumed were some of the workers proudest pieces.

One was a guy, handsome if you may add, with longer blonde hair and a tattooed dragon on the side of his head. He was flexing his bicep, showing a fresh symbol covering his swollen and red skin. It wasn’t labeled, just hung in a nice place on display for everyone to see if they allowed their gaze to wander.

“Wanna sign up for a tattoo appointment as well?” A smooth voice made your breath hitch in your throat, head instinctively snapping towards the direction and only to be found with one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen.

His hair was a nice length, dark and framing his face nicely. His eyebrows had a matching slit on either side, also dark and contrasting with his pale face. The bags under his deep eyes were dark, he looked in need of a rest. An earring sat on his earlobe, black and round with a cross circling the shape. He had a lazy smile on his face, lips plump and glossy with a recent chapstick application. He wore protective gloves, slender fingers covered in the shiny plastic, the tightness accentuating the very few veins he had.

Suddenly, your mouth became dry. It was weird how that was the only thing you could think about in a moment like this one. Your tongue was dry, it felt as though you hadn’t had a drink in a century. Your saliva had disappeared and you craved water or juice or even some milk. Something.

“I apologize,” you caressed the back of your neck, just now realizing that you were quite literally staring this poor guy down like a predator ready to leap at their prey. You felt your cheeks heat up as you caught him taking a few steps forward from the corner of your eye. His hand placed itself on your shoulder, and once you looked up, you were met with the sexiest smile.

“Let’s get ya to the room, ‘kay?”

Right. A piercing. You were here to get pierced, by this guy, who you heavily assumed was your piercer. That’s what was supposed to happen, that’s what’s expected to happen. So why were you getting excited? Why did you hold your breath as you were embraced by his arm? Why were your panties suddenly becoming uncomfortable and finally, why was your mouth so damn dry?

The hallway felt so unbearably long, you were sure he could feel your uneven breathing in his hold but he wouldn’t let up. Your hands stayed clasped together behind your back as you allowed him to guide you into the final room at the end of the hallway, holding the door open for you before shutting it behind him gently.

Compared to the other areas of the building, this room was especially cold, an AC installed and running in the window at a low setting. You could only keep your head low as you sat your ass on the piercing chair. The lights were abnormally bright and they had you squinting, you wondered if this was their regular brightness or if he just needed to turn them down.

“My bad,” he cursed to himself, quickly turning the brightness down and maneuvering the lamp out of your face. You giggled at how fast he reacted, the laughs leaving one by one slowly relaxing your muscles. The atmosphere he provided was comfortable and you stared with doe eyes as you watched him mess with his tools.

Your piercer must have felt your eyes on him, and he offered a smirk over his shoulder. “Nipples, huh?” A hint of teasing nature dripped off of his words, the sound of metal clashing together giving you goosebumps. “That’ll be interesting.”

Shit. He was really handsome, admittedly, and the fact that his first encounter with you will also include you being topless?

The look on your face made it obvious to him that you were nervous, perhaps even rethinking your choices. That can’t do, no no, it’s his job to make you feel comfortable and relaxed. To do a good job, but even then he could admit to himself that he was a little too excited about this opportunity.

“What’s with that look? You nervous?” He teased on and on, preparing for your piercing, a rush of sudden cold air making him shiver to himself. “No need. I’m Mitsuya, I’ll be your piercer today. ‘m gonna take care of you.”

Butterflies fluttered around your stomach at his words and the very obvious flirtatious tone. You bit your lip, chest rising and falling a bit harsher than it was just moments ago. The cool leather you were seated on helped soothed your heated skin.

The silence reminded you that you hadn’t responded, so you started by telling him your name with a shy glint in your eyes as you peered up at him through your lashes. His hand was bigger than yours, warm to the touch, enveloping yours in a welcoming handshake. It was easy to tell that this guy was a total pro, he made making you feel comfortable seem so easy. This was a skill that could only be learned throughout years and years of experience.

It was finally time. You had been anxious about this piercing, simply because it was not only revealing and personal between you and your piercer but also because it could potentially hurt like a bitch, no matter what your pain tolerance may be. Nipple piercings always appeared sexy, appealing. Despite the months and months of planning, nothing could ease your nerves.

“Have you done this before?” You asked as your breathing increased, Mitsuya’s attention now solely on you.

“I have, yeah. No one quite as pretty as you, though.” You jumped as Mitsuya’s fingers graced your skin. His touch made you oddly sensitive and your panties felt sticky already, how embarrassing. “My apologizes, but we gotta get these hard. Is it okay if I touch you?”

You almost whimpered in response, but the shock held you back. Could they really do this? Is he actually about to play with your nipples right now?

A hesitant nod gave him the green light he needed before his palms brushed them upwards. Your back arched lightly off the chair and you mewled at the sensation. It’s been too long since you’ve been touched, and you knew this was just his job, but your self control was wearing oh so thin.

Suddenly, you were reminded yet again that your mouth was so dry. It was an inconvenient time but it was starting to get irritating. “‘m sorry, do you have anything I can sip on?”

Mitsuya’s eyes dragged from your lips up to your eyes, deep and dark while also holding so much lust and emotion. While you were left breathless, melting at every touch and flick he offered you, he was having an internal war in his head. Questions were flying back and forth on whether he should really make sexual advances, this could damage his entire career.

You were just so fucking beautiful, though. It would be a shame to pass up this kind of opportunity, especially since you were already becoming needy for him.

“Sorry, love,” he murmured, enclosing your body with his arms on both sides of your head, the proximity allowing you to notice his cologne. It was an unforgettable scent, an undertone of citrus with a heavy amount of expensive fragrance. The fumes got you drunk and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out without being fucked. “I don’t have anything on hand for you to drink, we can compromise though, hm?”

You didn’t even feel yourself nod, but you must have, because before too long his lips were covering yours. They were heavy and soft and it felt as though they were magnetic against yours, sliding so nicely, the sounds of gentle slurps and spit being shared making your thighs squeeze together.

He cured your thirst with his saliva, tongues massaging before he sucked on yours gently, his fingers never leaving your jaw. It was good that he had a nice grip on you, otherwise you were sure that you’d slump backwards onto the protective paper around you.

You drank up his spit like water and he let you have as much as you wanted, succeeding in continuing the rhythm the two of you created with your lips. He felt your eyebrows furrow as he kneaded your breasts and his stomach could only twist and turn at the feeling of your nipples hardening so fast with his actions.

“You’re totally lovin’ this,” he murmured, breaking the strand of saliva connecting your tongues, one thumb caressing your temple while the other rolled your bud. He found an almost sadistic pleasure watching your body jolt the way it did, he was out of his damn mind.

Through all of this rubbing and touching and moaning, you hadn’t said a word, only using a hand to cover up your mouth and leaning forward to feel more friction. You were shy and timid.

Mitsuya didn’t like his bitches shy and timid.

“I’m not sure where you’re comin’ from, but I was always taught to use manners,” he emphasized his words with tugs and pulls of your nipple, making your back arch off of the bed, hearts glowing in your pupils in response to his generosity. “What d’ya think? Don’t you have something to say to me?”

“T-thank you. Thank you s’much!”

“You’re welcome, princess.”

There was so much motion within such a small and compact room that the air became thick, nearly hard to take a deep breath in. The piercing was long forgotten, but this was much more desirable. With all of the inconveniences lately, it had been a long time since you’ve been in a situation like this, held and kissed. You only decided to blame the part of you that was touchstarved for whatever happened next.

Mitsuya acted as a fountain filled with the purest water in the middle of some hot ass desert. After miles upon miles of walking without a drink, anyone would be stupid enough to not take at least a sip.

This was bigger than a sip. His hands were traveling lower, your moans were getting higher, the tempo was speeding up and there was no denying the electricity running through your veins. You were being greedy and chugging every last drop.

“Fuck me,” your lips trembled, eyes scanning his blushing face and his bruised lips. A thin coating of sweat made his hair stick fast and somehow a button on his shirt came undone. His sex appeal was through the roof and this only made your panties wetter. “Please fuck me.”

The bed was starting to get uncomfortable to sit on, ass planted flat against the tough material, you were dying to relieve the feeling. Any partner would feel pressure of making the other feel good, but Mitsuya radiated a confidence that created suspense and longing for more. He knew what he was doing, he was skilled and precise and there was no room for improvement because he was simply the best at working a woman’s body.

Within a matter of minutes, your panties were pooling around your ankles, your shirt was pushed up past your chest in a haste. You were exposed and put on display, legs hanging off of either side of the bed. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and became wrinkled, but that was a given. There was something about the way his eyes bore into you that made you squirm and shy away.

In reality, he was contemplating whether or not to take his time, feel your cunt slowly invite him in and milk him dry. Place passionate kisses along the crook of your neck and whisper the words of a saint. Another part of him wanted to fuck you senseless, leave your tits shaking with the force of his thrusts and have you clawing at his back for some form of stability.

So many possibilities, so many different ways to fuck you. He wanted to try them all, he wanted all the time in the world to study your body, learn all of the little things that could make you cum. Most importantly, he needed to hear you whimper out his name and he needed that now.

“You’re precious, aren’t ya?” Mitsuya planted an open mouthed kiss on your neck, closing the space between you two and hooking both of your legs around his waist. It was unexpected just how big of an effect he had on you, the smallest touch sending your hands in a frenzy to find a spot for leverage. You settled with his hair, threading your fingers through the soft black locks. You remembered the singular earring hanging off of his earlobe, wasting no time to lean up and lick and suck around the lobe, dragging your tongue along the shell of his ear and smooching behind it. “Precious girl. It’s too bad I’m gonna slut you out.”

A palm was planted on your stomach, pushing you gently back down, leaving you entirely exposed to his eyes and his eyes only. He could go on and on about how beautiful you looked, splayed out like this, but his cock was straining too much in his jeans. The sounds of the pants unbuttoning made you clench around nothing, pussy slick sliding down your inner thigh.

The pad of his thumb gathered some, sliding it across your clit. Your eyes rolled back at the small bit of attention, but you were sent to heaven at the feeling of his tip flush against your folds, teasingly tracing the outline of your greedy pussy.

His fingers stopped before they were used to spread you, eyes trained on the dripping hole. “Look at ya, fuckin’ soaked,” you couldn’t look him in the eyes, the humiliation causing your heart to drop down to your ass.

“S-stop staring like that!” He was surprised at your bravery, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to chew at. You were just too damn cute. “Please, need you inside already, please.”

Your hand moved on its own, shakily wrapping it around his length, flinching at how warm it was and struggling to wrap the whole way around. You pumped it gently, eyes nearly crossing at the mere thought of it filling you up. A curse cut the sharp air and your hands were pinned above your head, you didn’t have to say anything, begging with your eyes was enough to make Mitsuya crack.

“Be careful what you wish for,” the sloppy noise of his dick fucking into you echoed within the room, both of you gasping into each other’s mouthes at the irreplaceable feeling. Nothing could get better than this, you were so glad you made this appointment. “‘m gonna wreck this pussy.”

Before you could even think about biting back, Mitsuya had your legs in the air, rocking into you with a pace that no one has, your tongue spilling out of your mouth as it hung open. You were like light work to him, he had you bending in different directions, angling his dick just right with ease.

“Fuck!” Your body shook violently as you grabbed at his collar, hands sliding down until they rested on his stomach, which was littered with scars. This guy had definitely lived an interesting life, you decided as you took his cock. There were various marks that probably carried all sorts of memories and he was fucking you so good that you felt as though you were falling in love. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know him after this, but that wasn’t important right now.

Dark orbs followed your tits with every move, his teeth marks surrounding your perky nipples. Your pretty skin glistened with sweat under the ring-light above you guys, accentuating your curves and rolls and any stray marks you may have.

Mitsuya took the time, chasing your pleasure more than his own, gripping your hips and bouncing you against his dick until you shuddered beneath him. “Gonna cum?” His condescending voice was in your ear, bouncing around the walls of your fucked out mind, left unanswered because you truly couldn’t process what he asked. “You are, I feel it, gonna cum all over this cock. Go ‘head, baby. I’ve got ya.”

A thick ring of cream coated his length as he pulled out, your breathing troubled, eyelids wrinkled with how tight they were closed. You were surprised to feel his warmth leave, but you nearly screamed once his tongue lapped at your swollen clit within seconds.

“‘m dirty, Mitsuya!” You swatted at his shoulder, realizing you’ve lost once he swung your leg over his shoulder, tongue-fucking your twitching hole and drinking up the cum your cunt offered. There was no way he was a stranger at eating pussy, he flicked his tongue just right and slurped you up like he’s done it a thousand previous times. This guy was so talented, it left you with tears in your eyes. It was hard to tell what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

It was hot, if anything, that he was so focused on your pleasure and making sure you got to cum. He provided multiple services, whether it be a piercer or a sex partner, and he excelled in all of it.

Once he came back up, you couldn’t rip your eyes away from the sight. His hair was so messy and crumbled from your relentless pulling and tugging. His lips were glossy, parted just a bit, eyebrows raised up as if he were pleased with the taste. The tip of his nose was creamy with your essence, pupils blown wide. He knew he was pretty. He knew his gaze was intoxicating and he used to to his advantage.

“Don’t cry,” your tears were wiped with his knuckle, the trails left on your cheeks kissed away as he slipped his cock back in, your lewd sounds being drowned with his mouth over yours. “No need to, I promise ‘m gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?”

There wasn’t even a window of time to answer him, his cock was drilling into you again, your ankles locking together as they crossed behind his back. The skin of your ass slapped against the skin of his pelvis, both areas sore with the harsh impact. Neither of you let up, the moment the two of you were sharing was way too deep for either of you to care.

Mitsuya’s tongue was flat as it covered your nipple, body bent to meet your breasts, the licking and sucking making your pussy pulse with neediness. Stimulation sent your senses plummeting to the ground, your entire body overwhelmed with all of these feelings.

Your pretty nipples were being rolled around and tugged and played with, wet with his spit, his tongue swirling while the other bud was being flicked and rubbed with his fingers. His cock fucked into you feverishly, your pussy slick spreading across both of your thighs, sticky and wet and hot. Your clit throbbed, begging to be played with, little cunt desperate for cum to fill it.

No one has fucked you like this.

You wanted to cum more than anything, but this high felt different, it felt heavier and you wanted to beg him to slow down. Your fist felt like pokes against his chest, balled up and slamming into it weakly to get him to back up. Before you could choke any words out, your pussy was squirting all over his thighs and dick.

“Atta girl,” the wet feeling was too much to handle, and he found himself pulling out and fisting his dick at the sight of your squirting pussy. You clenched around nothing, moaning like a bitch, voice like a broken record as you said his name over and over again. His cum came in strands, spilling all over your stomach, sliding down your sweaty skin. “Fuckkk.”

Your orgasms were nothing but bliss-filled, the after sex clarity hitting as you both calmed your breathing. Realization hit that you two just fucked upon meeting and suddenly, even after all of that bold sexual activity, you both got shy and couldn’t meet each other’s eyes like a bunch of dorks.

The room was a fucking disaster. Of course, you were both decent people, so you took the responsibility head on considering you were the cause of such a mess. Mitsuya was wiping you up with paper towels, offering you kind smiles as you fixed up your clothing. “So, you still want the piercing?”

I wanna sit on you

Hinata Shoyo

hey bby hope your okay don’t don’t stress yourself mwah and stay pretty xoxo

Babe🥺 I WAS LITERALLY FEELING SO STRESSED OUT ABOUT MY TUMBLR ACC AND LIFE IN GENERAL😭 I'LL TRY NOT TO THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU BABY PLEASE STAY SAFE, CUM SAFE AND DRINK WATER😡❤️💦

hi~ I'm so sorry to disturb you..I wanted to know if you're doing fine because you haven't been online for some time. I just want to know if you're alright... please take care ❤️

love you

TW/// Life got hands damn.

You are an angel, I really love you. I’m not kidding or saying it just because, I’m saying that because you took your time to check up on me. I love you very much. I hope all is okay on your end babe❤️❤️💕

Hey my love. First of all, it’s November and I’m replying now cause my notifications are off or it’s mainly announcements. I have been caught up with life and I don’t know really, I try my best not to bring my issues on here, this is my escape place for when things get tricky in my life.

Series of up and downs this year but I survived, still feeling a bit down but I think it’s seasonal depression or something like that not sure. I do have plans to do on this acc!!! I MISS MY HORNY BIMBOS AND MY SERIES THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO THE SLUTS AND THE PINK LOVERS AND THE LOVER GIRLS TOO. IT IS A PLACE OF LOVE AND LUST FROM THE TOKYO REVENGER MASTERS TO YALL😆🎉💕

reblog if u want to hug mikey so bad

I-

NSFW VID!!!

this gave me major Yuji vibes idk

when yuuji doesn’t wanna put it in ‘cause there’s no condoms n you missed a bc pill 🥺

It's the way I'm cumming rn lol

I swear being full-blown horny with a headache is not soemthing to experience-

Still cumming though🤣⁉️

I am creaming so hard rn😭🏳

Hey :) please can I request an eren x fem!reader smut. Where he catches the reader pleasuring themselves and he helps them which leads to very rough and kinky sex. Thank you and have a great day :)

Oh well hello😋

❗Nsfw❗ Minors go away. Please and thank you.

Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, slight bondage, use of toys, punishment, degradation, humilation, edging, fingering, oral (f.receiving), vaginal penetration, dacryphila, slight dub-con

(let me know if I missed something)

Reblogs are appreciated💕

The door knob twists open, the sound of it almost giving rise to hunched soldiers of goosebumps across your skin as you sigh contently.

You giddly walk into your apartment and throw your shoes and bag aside, tip toeing slowly to the couch before flopping down on jt as if you're trying to give it a jumpscare.

"Finally," you huff, putting your arm over your eyes, your wrist feeling heavy from all the writing and studying you've been going through for the past month.

You mentally make a small plan for the rest of your evening, starting with a refreshing shower on the top of the list.

Grabbing a pair of jade green shorts and white tank top, you hum your favorite melody as you dance your way towards the welcoming bathroom.

The warm water relaxes your tense muscles, and you feel your shoulders slump as you throw your head back and massage your scalp thoroughly.

It is until you're washing off the shampoo, that you start regretting brushing your friends' invite for a hang out for the evening.

Eren said his flight had been delayed for three days, and the lone thought of you having to be by yourself around the apartment, has you exhaling a disappointed breath.

You missed Eren terribly, hell you even missed his corny jokes and merciless tickling. You missed his his hugs and kisses, and the feeling of his skin on yours.

You sigh, lips pursed with heavy guilt as your hand slithers between your legs, feeling moist forming already just at the thought of him.

Your fingers rhthym slowly grows rapid, heavy breaths masking the faint sound of the door opening and closing shut.

Eren approaches the bathroom door as quietly as possible, giddy smile on his face as he anticipates your jumpy reaction, only for his face to blank as he hears your sighs and low breathy moans.

He gulps heavily, body going rigid as he presses his ear to the door to try making out clearer sounds for any indication of another presence.

However, you're the one who surprises Eren as he hears your whiney "Eren...please," followed by a small gasp that has a shiver wracking through his entire spine.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath, opening the door slowly while calling your name. "Aren't you just adorable?" He hums, relishing the terrified look on your face as you freeze with your hand still on your pulsing heat.

"No more. P-please, no more." You slide your legs back and forth on the mattress, trying to push him away with your hands on his chest.

"Shhh shhh, it's your fault for being a naughty girl. And what did I warn you and said happens to naughty girls, baby?" He leans over your ear, a devilish smile hanging on his lips as the back of his fingers caresses your stained cheeks.

"Th-they get p-punished." You cry out, still trying to push him away hopelessly.

Trembling hands pushing at his chest and quivering lips trying to hold back choked sobs. Your breath is heavy, eyes pricked with tears and eyebrows pinched in frustration.

"And what are you being punished for?" Eren coos softly, a sly smile making your insides twist in fear and desire.

"F-for touching m-myself without your permis--ahhhh. Permission." You struggle to get out of his hold as he presses his digit on your tortured swollen clit. Your body thrashed around hopelessly, trying to find an escape route.

"Yeah. And what is your punishment?" He sings out, tapping your nose lightly and firing you up even more.

You were so worn out and still unsatisfied, whilst he kept toying with you like some ragdoll. Despite the aching hardness of his cock, he didn't hurry, and enjoyed his sweet time tormenting and breaking you.

"P-please stop, e-edging m-me. It's been an, an, an hour." You pant, voice strangled as your hands fist in the soft pillows beneath you now instead. You try pushing your lower half off of the mattress, only for Eren's weight to hold you back down.

Eren takes his fingers away, pushing the vibrator against you once more, his weight pressing you down so tightly that you can barely move a limb. He presses one of your legs into the mattress whilst he uses his other hand to keep your other leg raised in the air.

"Tell me when you're close, okay?" You cry harder, hands flying to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing as more of your essence soaked into the sheets.

As if he could read your mind, Eren turns the toy off just when you feel the familiar coil in your stomach twist, making you mewl even harder. "I can...not...I cannot take this a-any-mo-more." He laughs at your desperation, gripping you by the hips in a bruising manner to avoid you thrashing around as he takes his tongue and licks at your throbbing cunt. "F-fuck. P-please. M-more." His chuckle vibrates into you, back arching off the bed as your fingers fist in the soft locks of his hair.

" 'M sorry. 'M sorry." You keep saying, legs flailing around like a mermaid-turned-human seeing legs for the first time.

When your walls clench around his wet and velvety tongue, he sucks once more before pulling out. You know better than to scream at him in anger, knowing he's disappointed in you as is.

Letting go of his hair, you try to sit up and hold his face between your hands instead. "Keep your hands on the bed." He orders sternly, his eyes blank of any ounce of mercy.

Still seated, he pushes your legs until the back of your heels make contact with your ass, then pushes them down, making you gasp. "Keep them like that, okay?" You wipe away the leaking tears with the back of your hand as you nod, gripping into the sheets while watching a dangerous smile curving on his swollen and wet lips.

Eren leans forward, sucking into the sweet spot at your neck as he plunges two fingers in simultaneously. "O-oh, God. Ren!" Before you could move from your position, he presses his knee onto your legs to keep them from moving. "Shhh, be a good girl and stay still."

You try so hard not to make sounds that would make it obvious you're close, completely discarding the fact that your pussy does the job for you. It clenches again and again around his fingers as if it's on Eren's side instead of yours. He pulls his fingers out, pushes your down with his body, then pushes his fingers into your mouth.

You choke but start sucking and licking them clean of your wetness, eyes locked on his in a desperate plea. You thought being an obedient girl and sucking his fingers just like you suck his dick would earn you the prize you desperately craved.

Much to your dismay, you had a long line before the prize rolls into view. Eren grabs the vibrator, using the rubbery toy to work your clit without turning it on, just to torment poor little you.

He then slowly works his fingers back in, pushing them in and curling them upwards, only to pull them all the way out. You whine, trying to seek more of his touch, but he doesn't let up, lips curved into a sinister smile as he keeps patting your head softly.

By a miracle, you're finally able to roll to your side, but Eren turns you on your back again and presses his weight down on your body even harder.

Reaching for the tie around his thrown shirt on the floor, he collects your delicate wrists in one hand and lifts them above you on the headboard.

Eren secures the tie around them, rendering you helpless as his viridian green eyes pierce into your half-lidded ones. A dark and twisted deep desire swarming clearly in the depth of them, a darkness that held no mercy for its prey, only caring to satisfy its own hunger.

"You look so pretty, all helpless beneath me like that. Don't you, princess?" The brunet ducks down to press his soft lips on your forehead, dragging them down your button nose, and then to your lips.

Your body jolts from the sensation on your sensitive body, which makes him bite his lip.

"Let me go. Please." But he just shakes his head slowly to frustrate you, refusing to comply. You whimper harder, tugging desperately on the silky material wrapped around your wrists.

"I'll give you what you want, don't worry pretty girl." His hand reaches out and caresses through the tangled locks of your hair, enjoying the way you're biting your trembling lip and the desperation in your teary eyes. Your crying stops, reduced to sniffling and ridiculous attempts to wipe away the tears using your forearms.

"Okay? You want that?" His tone is rich with provocation and feigned innocence, which you barely pick up on.

You nod your head fervently, bucking your hips to demonstrate your response. Eren crawls down your sweltered body and lifts your leg over his shoulder, his eyes not leaving yours once. He squeezes the fat of your thigh while dropping a kiss on the inside of your knee. You shiver.

He lolls his tongue out, a lewd expression displayed on his face which he proudly presents to you. In return, your dilated pupils shimmer, a small whimper tugging at your worn-out lip from biting. "I'm going to lick you, and make you cum so hard. Okay?" You throw your head back, hips lifting off the mattress.

With an amused chuckle, his sinful tongue takes a generous lap on your soaked and sore pussy, making you gasp from the sensitivity of being overstimulated. "I- I don't think I can—" "You can." He cuts in, licking once again, turning into simultaneous ones.

Just when you open your mouth to ask for more, he sucks at your puffy clit, then plunges his tongue in slowly—deliberately. Eren keeps pumping it in and out of your leaking pussy as his mouth sucks. "You don't have to hold back baby, give it to me. Cum on my tongue. C'mon." He assures, briefly lifting his face to speak and then get back to work.

A strangled scream parts from your throat while you thrash around, your orgasm crashing over you like a heavy blanket when he sucks particularly hard and his tongue swirls around sinfully.

"Ren-" you manage to breathe out, while the brunet between your legs keeps licking, easing you down from the high as he ruts his clothed cock into the mattress beneath him and groans.

"Again baby. On my cock this time, okay?" Immediately, you pull your leg back enough so that Eren's body isn't between them and then shut them closed. "I-I'm sorry. I can't." You say apologetically with a head shake.

He pouts, and you almost reconsider, but the throbbing and warmth of the heat remind you of why you had refused.

"Baby, I wasn't asking." He towers above you, tucking away the clammy strands on your forehead and temple as he says in a soft voice.

"Open your legs." He asks nicely the first time, but you show no signs of complying, shutting them even tighter instead.

Eren doesn't frown, nor does he become angry; after all, this just turns him on even more. "Fine." He sighs, unlooping the belt from his pants and slashing it on your bare thighs, causing them to open as you gasp soundlessly.

Eren quickly grabs them and throws them over his shoulder, your tied wrists putting him at an advantage. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? I wouldn't have had to bruise your pretty thighs with something other than my mouth if only you had listened and obeyed." His words are laced with disappointment.

Fat Tears start streaming down your cheeks as you turn your head away, which brings more amusement to the green-eyed male. Eren frantically pushes his pants and briefs down, hissing at the friction of the material with his hard dick.

He palms his cock in his hand a few times, precum licking generously from the tip, before lining it up on your entrance and hitting home in one thrust. "Ahhhh, please--no!" You twitch, eyes rolling so far up your head, that you could almost see your brainstem at one point.

He palms your bouncing tits with one hand, tweaking the hardened buds until you moan and cry out, and toys with your clit with the other. Tears keep hammering down your face, coating your temple and cheekbones.

"M-more. More—" your legs lock on his head, almost blocking out the sounds from around his ears.

"Yeah? I thought you didn't want this though?" He teases, his voice melodramatic and mocking. His pace slows down, making you whine and attempt thrusting up desperately.

"P-please, I'll do an-any...ahh, th-thing." You hopelessly keep trying to untie the knot around your wrists from the firm binding to no use. His mischievous eyes watch with fascination your now bruising and delicate wrists locked prettily around the teal tie.

He could almost cum just from looking at your miserable state. Your face was a teary mess and hair disheveled, a thin line of drool on the curve of your kiss swollen lips, and a pleading look shimmering in your orbs. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking.

Your body was a trembling mess, bruises blooming on your thighs, stomach, chest, and neck like a vine, and legs sticky with your cum. He wanted to see you filled with his cum, as well. So filled up with it that it drips from your hole and onto the bed. Just the thought alone makes him swear under his breath.

"Beg more and I'll give it to you." He says in compromise. You tuck your lips under your teeth and throw your head back in exasperation and defeat. "Eren. Please, fuck me h-harder. I swear I-- ahh, I w-will be a good girl...y-your good, g-girl." You finally manage to say, and can only hope he understood your broken and choked words. For despite pulling out, he kept his torture on your clit with his fingers.

With a satisfied sigh and a bright smile, he leans over you once again, kissing your temple torturously slow. "That's my girl." He praises a whisper in your ear, slamming into you once again.

You let out a strangled scream, which then falls into soundless ones as he rams into you harder than ever. You couldn't think properly, and it satisfied Eren to know he's fucking you so dumb, you couldn't even think.

Your pussy's walls clench around him, milking him so tightly it almost hurt. Eren hisses and moans in your ear as he drops his forehead to yours. "Fuck, pussy so tight and greedy, huh?"

By a miracle, your voice is revived, but you could only respond with a moan and tug at the tie.

He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing on the sides with the purpose of leaving marks, and rubs your clit in soft circles with the other.

Your stomach twists, another orgasm about to ripple and tear its way through you, and Eren takes notice of the way your gummy walls tighten around him even harder, almost tying him in. "You close, baby?" He pants, ragged breath fanning over your parted lips.

You nod dumbly, unable to form coherent words. Your legs tremble like a crazy washing machine, Eren's grip being the only thread still holding you to sanity. "You can cum baby, cum all over my cock. C'mon." He demonstrates with a harsh thrust that has you gasping as though an icy water bucket has been dropped over your head.

"There you go. C'mon baby, do it. Cum, cum again." His voice, his words, his tone, along with his unapologetic way of fucking you, coaxing another orgasm from you.

He groans at the feeling of your juices coating his cock even more, like a thick layer of icing or cream on a popsicle, and it pushes him further to the edge as he keeps chasing his own release. "Yeah baby, just like that. You're doing so good for me. My pretty girl." You mewl, biting your lip as he uses you for his own pleasure.

Eren is close behind, cock twitching within you and making you moan as your hips buck upwards. He releases in your sweet pussy, and keeps easing himself down from the high of his release.

He pulls out with a 'pop' sound, groaning as he watches your mixed cum leaking out of you and onto your thighs and the sheets beneath you. His hand that's on your clit moves towards your hole and pushes some of the cum back in.

"Lookin' so pretty with my cum inside of you." He smiles sweetly, his dark dark green eyes half-lidded in pleasure, and contradicting the sweet smile on his lips. His eyes looked hungry like he could never have enough of you.

When proper words find their way back to your system, you respond: "Ren. 'M sorry." You sniffle, hands giving up on freeing themselves. Eren unties your hands, rubbing them with his fingers to get the blood to circulate properly back into them, his lips touching yours ever so gently. " 'S okay baby. As long as you remember who your pleasure belongs to, 's okay." He peppers your face with kisses, his hands making their way behind your shoulders to slowly lift you.

"How about a nice bath, yeah?" You nod,  shaky hands wrapping around his neck as you nuzzle into his chest, his familiar and warm cologne engulfing you whole.

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