Yes Pleaseeee
Yes pleaseeee
𝒲𝐻𝒴 𝒟𝒪𝒩’𝒯 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝑀𝐸?
ꔫ eren fails to realize you’re in love with him and has a hard time committing. until he doesn’t have a choice but to face his fears.
꒰ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ꒱ ꔫ . . .14.4k. fem reader, lowercase intended, best friends to enemies to lovers + locked in a closet, angst, lots of kissing omgie, lotss of fingering, kreamer!, conflicted feelings, oral [ f + m ], praiseeee, spanking to a t, onyankopon cameo + small fight, toxicity, multiple orgasms, rennie gets jealous, miscommunication + arguments, car sex, use of the 'n' word, small daddy kink usage, self pleasure, biting kink, eren's kinda mean, dom / sub dynamic from both, college au, both are needy, relationship establishment, pet name usage [ baby, mamas ] , minors aren't welcomed! reblogs + comments are appreciated! <3
ꔫ ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . got my heart broke so cheers to this one!
pretty boys with eyes like his never made you want to vomit. you adored every aspect of him, always something nice to look at. it's such a shame men who look like him, ungodly creatures, had the worst fucking personalities. or so make horrible decisions in life. fumble good women. why ruin your aura? standing mere centimeters away from him to protect it currently. though you feared he'd already tainted a portion of it. collateral damage was done. he ruins the psyche of your brain when it comes to men, or being in a relationship period. you don't want to be heartless. that lover girl in you wanted to bloom like a daisy, spread her wings like an angel, and showcase herself proudly like a peacock with the one person she's loved since she was a preteen. instead, you're dealt with being mean, standing your ground, and pretending he didn't have a lock on your heart beating with need. so, yes, looking at his face, the boy you were so dangerously in love with, made you want to vomit.
him, stubborn as usual, stood broodingly in the corner of the closet with his strong arms folded over his chest adorned in a black crewneck tee, stainless steel chain around his neck as you study the adam's apple in his throat shift at the same time he swallows in the awkward silence. solid black jeans clad to his muscular thighs, heavy leather boots covering his feet. his scent is so masculine it fills the small space; moroccan mint with woody cedar musk. that heavenly umber hair of his long in his face, growing inch by inch as the months fly by, close to grazing his shoulders.
you cannot believe your friends barricaded the door just so the two of you could talk out your 'issues'. which, in your view, only means an apology from eren for what he did. the night had gone fine. you, eren, and a couple of your friends all going out to catch a drift meet-up. connie had gotten his taxes back and blew it all on installing skull rims and wrapping his scion frs a pearl lavender. being there mostly to cheer him on as he showed off his precious baby. afterward, grabbing ramen from a spot in chinatown. everyone decided to kick it at your house since you had a spacious living room and all the games.
since you and eren haven't spoken in two months, you kept it cordial. well, that's a lie. briefly spoken. the interactions between you two are nothing short of hi's and hello's. ' how've you been? fine, you? yeah, i'm cool. oh, you got a new tattoo? yeah, the other day. that's nice. hey, congrats on the new home. thanks.' quite frankly, your friends have gotten sick of it. it was ruining the vibe of the group by the two of you being so distant. surrounded by each other in your dimly lit living room, high ceilings, and abstract art while soft rnb played soundly in the background. eren sunk comfortably into your velvet emerald green sofa alongside connie, ymir, and armin. sitting opposite of you while you rested on your loveseat with a glass of sangria in your hand. swirling it while smiling and laughing at any question picked from the stack of cards from a game titled 'we're not really strangers.'
you hated the internal connection you and eren held. no matter what was going on, listening to each of your friends spew nonsense and hysterical laughter, you couldn't keep your eyes off one another. you'd glance, admire his features while deep in thought about all the good things, then the bad. and when he'd catch you, more like feel your burning glare, you'd immediately revert your attention to something else. vice versa. both of you were saying a lot without saying anything.
"꒰♡꒱, it's your turn!" the sound of your name being called kicks you out of your conscience, blinking to clear your view when you realize you'd lost it glaring into your wine glass. you clear your throat, your right leg that's thrown over your left jumping up and down.
"oh, sorry!" you smile faintly, straightening your posture to lean forward and snatch one of the red cards from the deck.
"you're getting tired, aren't you? you're always the first one to fall asleep," ymir pressed, chewing on her newly popped in gum as she manspreads, long arms sprawled behind connie and armin onto the headrest.
“it’s just the wine getting to me,” you suck your teeth, your statement being true. the alcohol in your system making you feel more things than one. flipping the card, you read what it says.
"what are you attracted to that you know isn't good for you?" the inhale and exhale you create as you stare blankly at the card in your hand makes it all too known of the answer you wanted to say, but won't. unexpectedly, your sight scrolls to him, and it makes goosebumps arise on your skin from the look he doesn't give you.
“you're right, i am tired. think i’m going to head to bed.”
the crew watches as you remove the kuromi throw blanket off your lap and take a stand, eren’s eyes strong on your figure as you down the rest of your wine. ymir’s eyes shift between you and him, the urge to say something stronger than ever. though, connie beats her to it.
“nah, sit back down. we need to talk.”
you glare at him, eren doing the same, and everyone’s silent. connie leans forward, bringing his thumb and pointer finger to rub frustratingly at his temple. “let’s be adults and just address the elephant in the room.”
“what are you talking about?”
“you know exactly what i’m talking about. this silent, petty feud between you two has been going on for damn near two months and i'm sick of it.”
“agreed,” armin nods, pushing his blonde hair away from his face, clenching his jaw in the process. “we’re too fucking grown for childish behavior. the two of you need to talk and situate your issues privately.”
“they’re right. it’s fucking up the vibe of the group,” ymir pitches in.
deep down, you hate to say they were right. but you still felt like you had nothing to say to him, let alone nothing to apologize for. if anything he owed you one. and you’ll stand on that because he’s fucking immature.
“i pray y'all aren’t thinking i’m the reason for this. if we don’t remember, i’m not the person who fucked on another girl around the same time he supposedly wanted to date me.”
that’s when eren picks his head up, throwing silent daggers your way. you’re trying to make him out to be a villain when that wasn't the case. “we had already established that we were just friends. i don’t know why you still have this insight that i, what . . cheated on you or sum?”
the blood in your veins began to boil, scoffing angrily and prodding your inner check with the point of your tongue. “right, because i’m that delusional.”
“stop,” connie squeezes his eyes shut, getting fed up even further. “this bickering shit is the definition of childish. please just go talk, i’m getting a migraine.”
“as long as he’s willing to be honest, sure. but if he’s just going to waste my time, then i have nothing to say,” you shrug, uncaring.
“in some way you still want him around, because if that wasn’t the case, he wouldn’t be here,” ymir counters, not fond of your sudden attitude.
“i can speak for myself,” eren interrupts, tired of being the pass around subject. “i don’t have a problem talking. . . if she’s not g’na punch me.”
“nigg—”
“alright!” armin raises to his feet, tall body towering yours before he’s lifting you off your feet and tossing you over his shoulder quicker than everyone could blink. a gasp falls from you, wriggling your feet as you yell at him to put you down, groaning like a child.
armin finds the nearest closet and sets you down in it, giving a look not to try it. it’s rare to see armin irritated, so he must’ve really been fed up when you see his eyes go dead as he glares at you while raising his palm telling you to stop. you pout, crossing your arms and huffing as you take a seat on a pile of shoe boxes. turning his head, he sees eren sighing and standing to his feet before willingly entering the closet.
armin steps out, giving a fatherly obedient look between the two of you before closing the door. “be nice. handle your shit. we’re going to grab food.”
“food?” you gasp. “wha—i want some!”
“greedy,” eren remarks under his breath. you shoot him a deadly glare.
“fuck you say?”
“i’m not arguing with you over food.”
“wait, are we really getting food?” ymir whispers to connie who confusingly raises his hands.
“no, we’re going to sit here until they figure their shit out,” armin whispers back, taking long strides back towards the couch where he plops down and sinks into. stuffing his hands into his gray hoodie pockets after lowering the hood over his head, closing his eyes.
“they’re gonna fuck, watch,” ymir chuckles, getting up to search your pantry for more liquor, maybe even digging in your fridge for food, now that they mentioned it. “y'all want pasta?”
“what kind?” connie looks up over his phone.
“mhm,” ymir continues to scout, grimacing at your close to empty fridge. “she only has ingredients for pesto pasta. healthy bitch.”
“pass,” connie and armin reject simultaneously.
“more for me!”
now here the two of you stood, in utter silence. you’re avoiding his sharp gaze as much as you can, twiddling anxiously with your fingers. this is the last situation you want to be in right now. the warmth in your cheeks when you catch him staring is the bitch of all trades. that love you held deeply in your chest for years magnetically pulling you to submission. to care. your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing loudly in your ears. taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself down. this was important. the two of you needed to get past this if there’s going to be any change to your relationship. this had to be fixed.
“it seems like you want me to start,” reeling you in, his heavy feet hit the ground the closer he gets to you, nearly standing over you in all of his handsome glory. the air shifts and it feels hotter. you can practically hear the swallow in your throat. why did he feel the need to be so close? who knows. maybe it’s some sort of intimidation tactic. “where should i start?”
“hm, i’d say — apologize for being misleading,” your response is nothing but blunt, your emotions getting the best of your original intent.
eren’s mouth goes agape, chuckling with genuine confusion, brows furrowed in concern. “again, how was i misleading? we've never been anything but friends. i never led you on or made you feel like there was something more between us."
“eren, you literally told me that you wanted to try something new and be apart of me on a deeper level than you were. this was after we had sex, twice need i remind you. then, i find you fucking another girl the day you initiated us to hang out. then you had the nerve to argue with me, and call me fucking crazy.”
“i didn’t call you crazy. i said you needed to go home and sleep off whatever shit you were on that night because you cussed that girl out and almost beat her face in for what? we are not together, ꒰♡꒱.”
“i know that,” the muscles in your jaw spasm from the pressure you put into gritting your teeth. the pain of his denial cutting deep. “you say it as if it’d be such a nuisance. that ‘you’re my best friend’ shit went out the window years ago, and you and me both know it. it’s not my fault you have a hard time with commitment.”
“i don’t have a hard time with commitment,” he scoffs, patience fraying. “i told you that i care for you, and you mean a lot to me. that i have love for you, not that i was in love with you. i value our friendship above anything.”
the more he speaks, the more you come to the realization that this is becoming a waste of time, as you expected. there’s a burn in your throat that’s coaxing the tears to well in your eyes. you’re not going to cry, he doesn’t deserve to see you that way. and it felt pathetic to even do so. he’s throwing the truth directly in your face, but somehow . . you find it hard to believe him. there’s just that small hope that deep down inside he felt the same.
“i don’t understand what you’re afraid of. are you not attracted to me? am i not enough for you? is there another girl on your mind?” and that’s when the desperation pours. that level of dissecting yourself to grasp the context of why he doesn’t want you. your leg bounces out of anxiety, scratching at your thigh with the point of your acrylic. trying your hardest to keep yourself from having a mental breakdown.
eren’s eyes soften at your reaction, his mouth going dry at the clear effect this had on you. months, years worth of emotions built up for him. it makes a heavy pang in his heart, wondering how he could be so blind and stupid. his intentions were never meant to hurt you.
“why would you think that?" eren asks, tilting his head slightly. "i never gave you any indication that you weren't good enough for me. why can’t i just not be ready?”
the words roll off his tongue easily, like they were rehearsed. “if you weren’t ready, eren, you could’ve just been upfront with me to avoid this shit from the jump. i would’ve went about my life if you laid it down on the table in bold fucking letters. but every time we were together, you made me feel like — we had a chance. the hugs, the kisses, the ‘i love you’s, the sex. you treated me like i was your girl. and i could say i’m running with the subject. but, i wouldn’t do that if i didn’t have something being fed to me. i’m not an idiot.”
“i just —” he goes to knock his head back, blowing out a huff of air as he shoves his hands into his jean pockets. “i don’t want to hurt you, ꒰♡꒱. i don’t know if i can be the person you need right now. i can’t give you what you want. it’s complicated, and it’s not fair to you. i like you, a lot. i can’t explain my exact feelings, but i’ve always been attracted to you. i thought once that maybe it could work out between us, but the more time goes on, the more i realize how fucked up i am. you deserve better. and it kills me to say even that.”
this was triggering for some reason, feeling claustrophobic from the close proximity of his body between the small space of your closet. it’s all making you sick. you felt like you were going to have a panic attack if you stayed in here with him any longer. standing up, you brush past him to rush towards the door, twisting the knob frantically only to find it locked. fuck. groaning, you bang on the door, anticipated to kick it down if no one let you out in the next five seconds.
“꒰♡꒱, stop and take a breath,” eren’s well aware of how you get when you’re stressed out, actions turning frantic as you rest your forehead against the cold door. “baby, look at me.”
"oh, nah. we a little late for that,” you respond after you turn to face him, shaking your head. “see, you say shit like that because you know how i feel about you. you’re real good at manipulating me. real good. you make me feel like i'm drowning by the weight of my emotions. i hate this, hate this. you make me too vulnerable. and you call me baby? h-how else am i supposed to think?”
“i’m sorry,” his hands go to grab your arms. your body stiffens under his touch, a shiver running down your spine at the contact. you can't help but notice the sincerity in his eyes, the conviction in his tone. part of you wants to believe him, to accept that this is truly all there ever was between you. but the other part, the part that's been carrying a torch for him for years, refuses to let go so easily.
“please believe me when i say that. i never, ever meant to hurt you. and i truly do apologize for not being honest from the beginning. and i will continue to apologize because i genuinely feel bad.”
his voice is softer now, less defensive, more genuine. it's clear that despite his initial reluctance, he does cherish your friendship, and he values your presence in his life. but, you’re still conflicted.
"i — i don't know, eren. i don’t think i can accept that,” you whisper, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. the weight of his rejection settles heavily in your chest, making it hard to breathe.
eren hesitates briefly before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. the warmth of his body seeps into yours, providing a comforting counterpoint to the cold reality of the current situation. it stuns you, your body slowly relaxing into his hold, letting the familiar comfort wash over you. he’s laying your head endearingly on his chest, brushing his hand along the back of your head. suddenly, eren slowly pulls from you, his intense stare into your eyes blurring your thoughts, glitching when he tucks a curl behind your ear before inching his face toward yours and shockingly kissing you.
your eyes widen in surprise as his lips press against yours, the suddenness of the gesture leaving you momentarily stunned. but as the sensation registers, your body responds instinctively, melting into the kiss. your hands come up to rest on his chest, fingers digging lightly into his shirt as you return the kiss with equal fervor. the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment. it's as if the last two months of hurt and confusion have never happened, and you're transported back to a time when the possibility of something more between you seemed within reach.
eren breaks the kiss abruptly, pulling back with a flush on his cheeks. you look at him, searching his eyes for any sign of discomfort or regret. but instead, you see something else entirely — desire, longing, and a hint of uncertainty. he swallows hard, opening his mouth to say something, but no words come out. instead, he closes his eyes tightly, shaking his head slightly. "fuck, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i did that,” he mutters, turning away from you.
the air grows even heavier, and you can’t help but to pull him back into your grasp, his heavy hands sitting on your hips he grips roughly to pull you closer. his mouth is back on yours within seconds, widening his jaw to deepen the kiss, your lips smacking and your back suddenly pressing against the wall. as the kiss intensifies, you moan softly, feeling a wave of heat wash over you. your hands slide from his face to his shoulders, holding him tightly.
your hips grind against his, seeking friction, craving the closeness that only he can provide. every inch of your being screams for more, for a deeper connection, for a fulfillment that only he can offer. eren groans into your mouth, his own hands roaming over your curves, tracing the contours of your body with a hunger that belies his previous reticence. he presses himself harder against you, his erection throbbing with need. his movements become more deliberate, more urgent, as if he's trying to bridge the gap between you two with every fiber of his being.
“your legs are shaking,” he whispers, now resting a hand on your inner thigh.
you nod shyly, his big hand making you pulsate. you spread your legs wider. “touch me. please."
his tongue swirls around the side of your neck as his breath tickles your skin, making you shiver slightly as he continues the kisses down to your collarbone. then, his hand moves up your thigh more, now moving it’s way under your short black skirt to pull your thong to the side, eyes rolling back into your skull when his fingers make contact with your soaked clit. a simple touch from him easily arousing you.
"talk to me. i need to hear your voice."
eren removes your shirt, needing so badly to feel your skin beneath his burning fingertips. whispering into your ear as he talks you through it, placing his fingers back onto your clit. “you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
“you make me so wet,” you whimper, raising your right thigh to give him further access.
“i bet i do,” your body prickles with fire the moment he takes your neck into his hold to choke you, his brows furrowed as the two of you listen to your sluice clit he rubs circles onto. licking his lips, he spreads your lips apart before sinking his fingers in knuckle deep, the illicit squelch making his dick shift. both of you make the same expression of pleasure, eren moaning from the strong grip your pussy has on his fingers, missing that.
despite the overwhelming pleasure, you manage to stifle your cries, biting your lip to keep silent as eren’s fingers curl inside you, stroking that sweet spot that makes your vision blur and your legs tremble. he removes them momentarily, collecting your juices to rub your hardened clit again. you pull him in to moan into his neck, tugging onto his long hair, eren responding to your silent plea by plunging his long fingers into your dripping cunt.
“mmm, fuck,” your face curls up from the heat swimming in your lower tummy. feeling the way you moan into his neck sends shock waves through his body. the grasp on his hair only makes him apply more pressure to your spot, pushing you further and further.
“look at you taking that shit. you love my fingers?”
you nod drunkenly. "yea, love your fingers."
"you love my fingers, baby?" he hums in your ear condescendingly.
"i love them so much, baby," you whine, unable to control your breath.
“fuck,” eren couldn’t take it anymore, crouching before you to hungrily latch his lips onto your clit. a high-pitched moan flows past your mouth unexpectedly, eren lifting your leg to set it on his shoulder, sucking you into his mouth, and swallowing every drip that leaks from you.
“cover your mouth, pretty. you sound too good. ima bust.” eren’s mouth never leaves your pussy as he speaks, his words muffled by your wetness.
each thrust of his fingers sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, while his tongue works on your clit, coaxing moans and whimpers from your lips. eren’s mouth works tirelessly on your pussy, his tongue lapping rapidly over your clit while his fingers pump in and out of your dripping hole. he alternates between long, slow strokes and quick, frantic thrusts, determined to wring every last moan from your lips. his free hand grabs your ass, squeezing the plump flesh as he pulls you even closer, ensuring that not an inch of your body is left untouched by his desire.
your back arches off the wall as the first shockwave of your climax rip through you, your thighs quivering and your pussy spasming around eren’s fingers. he doesn't let up, continuing to lick and suckle your clit through the aftershocks, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. as the sensations begin to subside only a little, you slump against the wall, panting heavily. eren reluctantly pulls away, his lips glistening with your juices. he looks up at you with a smirk, his own arousal still evident.
"fuck, you real sweet," he murmurs, his voice husky with lust, standing back on his feet while keeping his fingers inside of you. craving more. "you're making this really difficult for me, ꒰♡꒱.” his breath grows sharper. "you're so loud when you moan for me. tryna make everybody hear you?"
"your voice," you hiccup weakly, speaking the thought aloud, loving how he talks to you.
"you like my voice?" he hums, planting a sloppy, haste kiss amongst your pouty lips you’d bitten red. he raises his brow, repeating himself since you’re so fucked out. “you like my voice, right?"
"yes, daddy," you scream out.
"daddy? that's new," the grin is all too evident. you're too deep in your pleasure to acknowledge the embarrassment. nodding along. not seeming to care that you're barely conscious.
"erennn! m'gonna cum!" you warn, gripping onto his shifting wrist, arching your chest into his.
“gimme that shit then, baby. cum on my fingers like you always do. so goddamn needy.”
uncaring of the people outside of the closet, you whine his name loudly, gyrating your hips into his palm your pussy gushed on. as you struggle to maintain control, your orgasm builds rapidly, coiling tight in your belly before bursting forth in a torrent of ecstasy. gushing on his fingers. eren's eyes go wide, slapping his big hand over your mouth to somewhat muffle your sounds.
"shhh, fuck mamas," he stares at you with desire, keeping his fingers moving. "pussy drippin’ all on me."
you stare at him blissfully, that pretty little head of yours thinking of nothing but how good he just made you feel. how hard he made you cum. even with just his fingers, it felt like nothing you've felt before. dazed, and unable to speak, you reach to unravel the belt on his hips connected to his heaving stomach. you've got him so fucking horny he's not sure if he can stop you right now. no longer giving a fuck who hears. that's their problem. it’s their fault anyways.
"i want it," you give him widened eyes, noticing he left his head for a moment.
"i can't stop once i start, m'telling you that right now,” his breath hitches, following your guide of undoing his jeans.
"i. want. it," you repeat slowly, making it clear.
“mm, that was sexy,” he grins, pecking your lips once more. you giggle when he lifts you up, turning and pulling one of your jackets off a hanger to lay down so you won’t hurt your back, the gesture making you smile stupidly.
"this closet is too fuckin' small, my back hurts," eren complains.
his jeans are clad to his waist, small beauty marks littered around his stomach up to his chest area. v-line sharp and abdomen toned with fairly tanned skin. he exudes masculinity. his pubic hairs are dark, trimmed as usual, and his dick sits heavy on your mound, a pearl of precum forming at the tip just daring to be licked up. your mouth watered every time you observed him. his attractiveness something you’ll never forget. you gasped when he taps your clit with his dick, hearing the two of you connect makes the big man above you groan desperately.
"put it in you," he spanks your inner thigh, holding them up and open for you, his entire body arched dominantly over your small frame. “don't hurt yourself."
“ ‘kay,” you nod shyly, wrapping your palm around his dick, the skin hot and rushing with blood, sucking your pudgy stomach in and lifting your head up some more to see at a better angle. relaxing your hips, you breathe slowly, rubbing his tip up and down your entrance before carefully pulling him into yourself.
“nng,” you whimper, face scrunched up from the pain of the stretch. he’s aware by now of how much time you need to take him fully considering his size.
“breathe, babe. you think too much, that’s why it hurts,” he whispered, kissing your forehead to keep his composure. he’s only halfway in and he feels like he’s close to nutting. “let go, lemme work it in.”
you listen, laying back down fully while eren takes the lead. he’s gently swaying his hips to maneuver his way in, both of you watching it go in and out with fascination. his dick is thick, and it feels like he’s splitting you open every single time. but once he’s inside, you love that feeling of being stuffed, being completely apart of him. his body is now in full contact with your legs, eren hissing, a rumble in his throat borderline feral as he fucks you hard once he’s sure you’re okay.
because you’ve came twice, you already felt sensitive and easy to another orgasm. it didn’t mean to happen so fast, but the moment his pace picks up, his thighs clash heavily against your own as he pressed your tummy down and fucked you deep, and you cum again. squeaking and trembling beneath him, the wet patpat of his dick pounding into you making you both dizzy. eren spews expletives in repetitions silently, watching your eyes go white, pretty individuals wispy on your lash line.
he sees how much effort you're putting in to keep your noises in. “fuck them, lemme hear you.”
now his face is in yours, his moans burning your stomach even worse. it feels like a sickness how much you get off from hearing him, or any sound of weakness he makes.
"god . . eren!" you hiss in pleasure.
the heat was overbearing. the small proximity of the closet mixed with your skin connecting salaciously made you equally sweaty. beads of it sticking to eren's forehead, dampening his brown hair, turning them into curly ringlets. in no time, eren pulls himself out to fist his dick, twisting his wrist as he tugs his orgasm out of himself, cumming on your warm stomach.
“shit, baby. you feel good every fuckin’ time,” he’s leaning in to give you another kiss. he sits up on his knees, dragging your thong completely off to wipe up his mess. “i can give you better. i wasn't done."
you laugh and place your hand on his face, pushing it away with laughter. "move, boy. i need to get out of this damn closet.”
"fine," he rolls his eyes playfully, fixing his pants and standing to his feet. "ima head to the bathroom.”
"hey," you protest with a pout. "come get me, i'm sore. you fucked me into the floor.”
“i put the jacket down,” eren goes to grab for your hand and you make a disgruntled cry.
“pick me up, dummy."
to your luck the door ends up being unlocked now, and that gives you a clear explanation that they were in fact ear hustling. when eren opens the door and you’re huddled behind him shyly, the only person asleep was armin. connie ended up powering on your playstation to play the last of us two while ymir watched in agony over the storyline. the game gets immediately paused when the two of you show your faces. eren’s is stoic as usual, while yours is filled with embarrassment as you hide behind his tall figure.
“i knew y’all were fucking listening, perverts,” eren calls them out, a cocky smirk displayed on his features.
“got a little loud so we needed a distraction,” ymir replied, laughing as she stared at you. “i see you had a good time.”
“not too much,” you warn, rolling your eyes playfully.
“we talked just like y’all wanted. so, thanks for that.”
you pout. “aren't you glad we made up?"
"oh, definitely, for sure," arrogance is laced in his voice, turning back to them. "y’all got to hear us become really good friends, huh?"
there’s that word again. friends. it bothered you again. that uncomfortable feeling in your tummy daring to ruin your mood. so, you brush it off.
"y'all not g’na fight no more? cause i'm sick of it.”
"we found a new way to fight," you break in a joke.
"so remember that shower we need to take?" eren reminds you.
"shower?! aw hell, they locked in."
"bring your ass," eren swats your behind, possessively placing his hand on your hips to tug you along. you stumble next to him with a giggle, tripping over your feet up the stairs as he laughs at you, the two of you rushing towards the bathroom.
this is the first time the two of you ever shared a shower together, talking as normal as you watch each other bathe. eren admires your beauty, having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. a few moments of you swatting them away happening. you knew it was your house, so you could do whatever you wanted. but already having sex with him knowing your friends were mere inches away felt improper. as you lathered your body in soap, he traces your skin tenderly. you look up at him with starry eyes, emotions coming to full conclusion. you might actually love this man. he feels that spark, studying your face like a lovesick boy.
"what?" you ask cluelessly.
"nothing," he swallows, internally punching himself in the face. he's holding back again. unable to understand why. what's he protecting exactly? himself or you? he's unsure.
eren slips his same attire back on while you toss on an oversized nightmare on elm street t-shirt after lathering your body in baby oil. you mentioned to eren that you were hungry, and he offered to drive you anywhere you wanted to feed you. rushing down the steps in a pair, you catch only connie up this time, ymir passed out sleep on your rug flat on her back.
"finished showering?" connie asks, being slick as usual.
"it was sooo fun," you exaggerate, raising your middle finger. "we're getting food. bye!"
"bye!" eren copies with a chirp, mocking your excited wave.
since your apartment resides near the campus, the area you lived had plenty of food joints, some that would stay open later than usual. you decided on denny’s since it was seven in the morning by this point and you didn’t want to eat too heavy knowing you were going straight to sleep once you get back. the line is long and the two of you stand fairly close together. you cling to his side, making the initiative to hold his hand. eren's unsure, again, why he's withholding how he wants to feel. he drops your hand, leaving you to feel awkward and out of place almost. you felt a pang in your chest from the action, taking a deep breath, ignoring it, and waiting to be seated.
the service was pretty quick, ordering what you both wanted which was a stack of pancakes with bacon and home fries and receiving it within ten minutes. he does his best to try and enjoy his food, though his gaze keeps shifting over to you. your mood changed, he obviously noticed since you’ve barely spoken, hiding your face in your phone to avoid conversation. it's bothering him. he doesn't want to make a big deal out of this for the time being. so he decided to eat his food.
"why'd you drop my hand like that?"
he stops eating, looking at you as he sets his fork down. it takes a minute for him to figure out what you’re pressing about before he recalls. “sorry, i just didn't want people thinking the wrong thing."
that takes you aback. what the fuck? “and what would be the wrong thing?" you raise your brow with irritation.
"look, i just don't need people in my business."
"why do you care what people think?" the anger is kicking in. maybe you were overreacting. granted, you two didn't establish your relationship fully. you also didn't think it was a big deal to hold his hand. it's like your confession earlier never happened.
"i don't think it's a big deal. i would rather not have to deal with people asking uncomfortable questions. it'll lead to a lot of unnecessary drama."
"you mean with them bitches you fucked," you retaliate. "because god forbid you have a girlfriend, right?"
"who said you were my girlfriend?" eren asks rather coldly. and that makes you silent. he realizes then how rude that came out. that's not what he meant. "wait, i'm . .”
"basically, to conclude, you don't want to date me. noted."
"i never said that . . .”
"so, what then, eren? am i not good enough for you to show off? you wanna keep me a secret? like some girl you just fuck, who, by the way, you admitted your feelings for. normal people date after shit like that gets said. i don't care what people think about me, that's your problem."
“of course you don’t, there’s nothing to think about when you only spread your legs once a year. you aren’t fucking on people like i am,” he replies, a bit too quickly, a response that is barely thoroughly planned out. he tried to apologize, but the words ended up getting caught in his neck. “i —”
"end of conversation," you snarl. that was so low of him to say.
“i just meant you don’t express yourself sexually like i do. not that it’s a problem, i just have a reputation. i told you i’m not in a place to be what you want right now.”
"i’m doing my best not to punch you in your fuckin’ face right now, so i advise you to be careful what you say next. in fact, don’t say anything at all.”
words aren’t spoken for the majority of your meal after that, unable to finish all of your food since all you wanted to do was go home and cry in your pillow. he keeps toying with your heart again and again. it’s wildly frustrating. he pays the tab and you’re on your way back home, the car ride is silent as well. before you go to exit, he stops you.
"can i say one last thing before you leave?"
you turn to him, dead silent.
"i am sorry for everything i said. you're right, i shouldn't care so much about what other people think. i should've said that from the beginning, and i didn’t mean to call you out like that. that was disrespectful, i admit. i just want us to be like we used to be simply because i hate hurting you. you mean a lot to me. you’re my best friend.”
left stuck, you only say what he wants to hear. "i understand. i just need time to think."
"i understand." he says back, shifting his eyes back towards the steering wheel.
you don't seem as angry as before, mostly because you’ve mentally checked out, so he's not entirely sure what else to say. he just wanted to let you know he meant everything. but, it's far too late for that. he'd said enough a few moments ago. and it's exactly what you needed to hear to realize that he'd never be ready for you. he'd never be mature enough for a relationship. he'd never see you as his first choice. still keeping that childish mentality of fucking girls to get his nut and ruin their hearts. it's enough.
eren goes inside to grab armin and ymir to take them back to the dorm since they drove here together. connie lets himself out, everyone says goodbye, and you close your door without giving eren so much as another look.
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three months fly by and you two never contacted one another. eren noticed you avoid him on campus whenever you spot him. weeks of eyeing his phone for your text or call. he got the message clear, but it hurt his feelings, possibly on the same level he hurt yours. he stalked your account any chance he got, never missing a story. it was the only access to keeping a piece of you with him. that only lasted a month before you soft-blocked him. making your story unavailable to his eyesight but never having the balls to unfollow . . . just in case. having that small feel of hope that he'd come around and show you that he's everything you want in a man. albeit fairly likely.
all eren can do is go about his life and hope that you’d make the decision to keep him in yours. connie noticed how down eren was today, dragging him to come watch the homecoming football game. he’s dressed depressingly in black sweats with a dark green hoodie, resting his back against the bleachers with his eyes shut, trying to block out the exaggerated screams people made for the team. it’s a big game considering it’s the last before winter break, and it’s home based. eren peaked his eye open to watch connie chow down a hotdog, obnoxiously chewing and catching his irritated glare.
“is it good?” eren bluntly acknowledges.
connie raises his middle finger unspoken, ignoring his moody friend and focusing on the cheerleaders twisting and flipping. “oh, there’s ꒰♡꒱.”
eren shoots up in a flash, the hood over his head hiding most of his gorgeous face. “where?”
eren follows connie’s guide pointing in the direction you stand. and there you were, looking pretty as ever. he swore his heart skipped a beat. gorgeous face with a light beat of makeup, illuminating a soft, dollete glam with pink blush, brown lip liner, gloss, and heavy highlight on your nose and inner corner of your eyes that glowed under the beaming lights from the football field. your hair is straightened, styled in a half up half down with the bun spiked, enhancing your facial features. incredibly cut dark-washed denim shorts hugging your thighs while a baby pink oversized jersey covers your top halve.
eren studies you like a lover does poetry, heart awestruck by your beauty, your aura radiating halfway across the field. god, he misses you so damn much. that daydream lala land in his head comes to an immediate halt when he spots a guy laughing in your face as the two of you bump noses in a disgustingly cute eskimo kiss. the muscles in eren’s jaw shifts, his eyes lowering and darkening as his posture changes. straightening his back and spreading his legs wide before he’s moving his neck and chest forward like a venomous snake, observing your interaction intently.
it’s honestly scary how quickly his anger consumes him, his entire body going up in flames as he stares at the two of you like a giant crow hiding in the trees. his body is solid, barely even breathing as he finds torture in you pouring gatorade into this man’s mouth, his helmet in one hand while the other brushes your hair away from your face, bright white teeth shining as he smiles at you. you use a towel to dab off any excess sweat from his brown skin. then, eren realizes something. he knows this guy.
onyankopon. a quarterback, a valedictorian in high school, and a student in his physics class. eren grows jealous. it was clear to him that you had a thing for him, eren trying to avoid showing any hints of jealousy so connie wouldn't bring it up even if deep down inside, he felt it. eren watches you giggle in onyankopon's face. he's way too close to you. it bothers him beyond comprehension. you and onyankopon have been messing around for the exact time you broke contact with eren. fucking around every now and thence, attending classes, and enjoying your life since it didn’t end when the man you were madly in love with rejected you. you were attracted to him for sure. he made you laugh, cooked for you, taught you how to ride his motorcycle. . a bunch of lovey shit you never felt before. but, your feelings for eren ruined any chance for you to be fully devoted.
it’s hard for eren to even sit through the remainder of this game, barely paying attention to the players and eyeing you almost the entire time. cheering, jumping up and down whenever onyankopon made a move let alone breathed. you’re like a goddamn fan girl. your friends seem to encourage you, purposely pushing you into him at times when he ran back over for your opinion. it’s like he finally exhales when the games over, connie knocking him from his trance of scrutiny.
“yo, let’s go. we gotta party to get to.”
the sigh is loud from eren, exasperated so. “who the fuck said i was up for a party? we have finals in two days. you dragged me from studying for this shitty ass game.”
connie raises his hands in defense. “woah, fucker. you gotta stick up your ass, pull it out.”
“i’m going home.”
as eren begins to rise, connie refuses to move out of his path. “this is about ꒰♡꒱, isn’t it?”
his shoulders raise defensively. “tread lightly, con.”
“save me the bullshit, eren. for once just act like you give a fuck about the girl and go talk to her. this has been a repetition. how are you ever going to solve issues if you’re constantly running from them?”
“she doesn’t want to speak to me. she made that extremely clear.”
“did she say that, or did you just make her feel it?”
eren didn’t have time for confrontation, stretching his leg over the bench to cross over him, walking away. “whatever, man. i’ll see you.”
connie clenched his jaw, scoffing. “see, that’s your damn problem now! you can’t admit when you fuck up. that girl loves you to death and you keep playing in her fucking face! now you’re mad ‘cause you see her with somebody else. that’s bullshit and you know it.”
eren stops in his tracks, and pulls the hood off his head before slowly turning back in his direction. “okay, maybe you’re right. i’m a fuck up. she already made up her mind by ignoring me for three months. i’m not forcing anything.”
“how do you know she’s not waiting for you to step up and finally do the chasing?” connie arches his brow. eren rolls his lips. “you had that girl hoping and waiting for you to finally reciprocate your feelings, and you lead her on back to back. she chased after you while you thought with your dick for other women. i’m sure she’ll be at the party. go find her and talk to her. and if she’s not fuckin’ with it, then you’ll know to really leave it alone. simple as that.”
and that’s how eren ended up at the party. it was packed, obviously. they’d won the big game and chose this celebration as an excuse to get fucked up. connie smoked with eren for a bit before he disappeared to talk to some girl he’d been trying to date. eren's drinking heavy liquor, conversing somewhat with some people he knew to clear his head a little. there’s a few women who try to shoot their shot towards him, but he politely declines. the ‘my girl is here’ line seems to work. speaking of, he can't help but be distracted by you. seeing you dance with your friends, act a fool, and flirt with onyankopon whilst sitting on his lap. it enrages him in a way he can't explain.
not to mention you're wearing his varsity jacket, snuggled into it. this is the last thing eren wanted to find. he wasn't planning on his blood boiling as he stood at the doorway, knocking back the remainder of his hennessy and approaching you the minute he watched onyankopon stick his tongue in your mouth, the two of you lost in each other as you kissed. he doesn’t comprehend his own body movements when he brushes through a sea of people to come your way.
"what the fuck are you doing, ꒰♡꒱?" eren interrupts, glaring at you furiously. he had a right to be mad, right? weren't you the one who ignored him? blocked him? avoided him?
you're stunned to see him, let alone hear what came out of his mouth. "excuse me?" you retort, shellshocked by his behavior.
"some nerve you have to act like i don't fuckin’ exist for three months, then i catch you sitting on somebody's lap like it's nothing," he's being outright rude and blunt, unsure if he's aware of it. could've been the alcohol, or what he's been feeling for months piling up into one bubble. and he finally let it burst.
onyankopon grows irritated by this. not only did he interrupt the two of you, but he was talking out his mouth crazy. "i know you ain't talking to her like that."
"i don't remember stuttering. i'm looking dead at her, aren't i?" eren's stern with his remark.
his statement is senile, your head immediately pounding with a migraine from his stupid ass attack. that's when you get mad. "what? last time we spoke, you told me you didn't want to be with me and only saw me as someone you wanted to fuck on the low. so what the fuck makes you think it's okay to yell in my face about some shit you ended?!"
"oh, he's lost his fuckin mind," onyankopon chuckles sinisterly, not even giving him a chance to reply. shaking his head in a 'this nigga got me fucked up' kinda way. your heart speeds up in panic as onyankopon's hands hold onto either side of your waist before he gently lifts you to stand along with you. "eren, right?"
eren can feel his cheeks burn, the anger intensifying now that he's face to face with onyankopon. your heart is ready to drop out of your chest at the thought of them fighting right now. please, no. "i'm sure you knew that, don't ask stupid questions."
anyone can see the heat building up in onyankopon's eyes, the people in the area whispering to one another while watching. your anxiety is skyrocketing. two big men fighting over you would be hot inside of a novel, yes. but you hated the idea of violence. especially from men. it triggered your flight mode and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a ball and cover your ears like a scared child. "guys, wait —"
"nah, baby. let him finish," his hand goes up insinuating a pause. "nigga got so much shit to say to you on some pussy shit. be a man and talk to me.”
before you get the chance to say anything, eren’s fist goes flying into onyankopon’s nose, his head aggressively knocking to the side, looking as if it spun off his neck for a moment. "how's that for some pussy shit?"
gasps fill along the room, your hand going to your mouth as you watch onyankopon swing back, connecting his hit back. two of his teammates go to hold him back, knowing this isn’t some shit he needed to get into right now. you take the initiative to grab eren’s attention, knowing it’s dumb to jump between men in rage, but you felt like only you could stop him right now. his face is as red as a tomato, grabbing and tugging at his shirt with all of your strength he’s surprised you can even move him. almost stumbling over from your aggression. onyankopon’s friends drag him away from the situation before it got worse. in the process, he noticed you didn’t look his way not once, not even to check if he was alright.
"eren, chill!" you finally snap. "let's go out back and talk. you're fucking embarrassing me."
everyone watches as you drag him by his shirt like a bad ass child, shoving open the door that lead to the back area of the fraternity house, a few people there but you find a spot under a tree further down the hill. finally letting go, you take a few steps away from him, ready to blow from the anger streaming in your veins. thankfully, the smell from the lake and the wind blowing soothed you in some way. your arms are crossed over your chest, listening to the muffled noise of music booming inside the house and shutting your eyes.
“eren, what are you doing here?”
“connie dragged me here. believe me, i would’ve never come. especially after seeing you two boo’d up at the game. he your man now?”
a sarcastic snort comes from you, twisting your body and looking his way. it’s been months since you’ve made contact with this man, and his aura still pulls you in. you truly despised it. “you need to apologize to him for starting an unnecessary fight. you don’t even know him to be acting like that.”
adding salt to the already open wound, eren responds with a petty shrug and a scoff. “he had that shit coming.”
“wow,” the smile lines around your mouth deepen and your lower lip pokes out as you frown, making an expression of disbelief. "you have a lot of nerve acting like you're my boyfriend when you settled for friendship only. do you not recall? or do i need to refresh your dry ass memory?”
he's bitter about the situation still, that’s clear as day. he also assumed you were okay after the conversation you had in the car that night. but, he was wrong. he remains silent, fearing that his jumbled thoughts would fuck up what he really wanted to say.
"if you couldn't see that i was hurt about what you told me that night, then you truly don't care. i kept my distance because you knew how i felt about you and you chose to be oblivious. i met ony and he made me forget about you. then you break back into my life whenever it's convenient for you. i'm not going to be available for you on your terms."
"so you're using him to get over me?"
"as i'm allowed to because you're not my man!" you narrow your brows. "aren’t you the same one that said i only spread my legs once a year? you’re mad ‘cause it’s not for you anymore, right?”
“you know i didn’t mean it like that.”
“me and ony are just friends. whatever we got going on is none of your concern."
"it's my concern if we gonna be together. therefore, he gotta go."
"oh, now you wanna be with me," you scoff. "you're three months — no . . six months late. if you don't recall, you tried this shit before our friends forced us to make up. again, due to your ignorance of my emotions. i shouldn't have to wait for you to decide whether or not i'm worth being in your future. i am not a fantasy! i'm not here for you to fuck when you need to feel something! i deserve someone who's going to love me and give me the romance i crave! you don’t care enough about me no matter what you say.”
tears are welling in your eyes now, and that breaks eren's heart beyond measure. "꒰♡꒱ . . ."
"fuck, i didn't want you to see me cry," you sniffle, wiping your eyes aggressively.
he let the alcohol completely steer him away from his initial goal, and that was to speak to you like connie had got on his ass about. not make you upset. he doesn’t understand why he keeps breaking his promise to stop hurting you.
“i'm horrible when it comes to making any commitments. that, you were right about before,” he states, your eyes drawing back to his. "it wasn't fair of me to invalidate your feelings all those times. i knew you wanted to be with me, i just couldn't bring myself to be honest about what i wanted. more so, i didn't know what i wanted at the time. but being disconnected from you, my best friend . . it hurt my fucking soul."
the oversized varsity jacket clinging to your body brings you comfort, wrapping it tighter around yourself out of anxiousness. the scent of onyankopon’s cologne on the fabric brings you even more sadness. you feel bad for what happened, needing to find him to apologize when you get the chance.
"i have so, so many regrets when it comes to you. so much time wasted, things that could've been avoided had i been mature and upfront. expecting you to be available to me because of our relationship was wrong of me. using you was wrong of me. leading you on, pushing you away, fucking with other girls when you were right here . . it was selfish of me, and i'm a dick for it all, i admit that. and i want nothing more than to apologize and make up for all i've done. you didn't fucking deserve that."
suddenly, he's holding your face in his hands as you weep, both of you unsure of when you broke the distance between you two. "please, please don't cry baby. i'm so sorry."
words could only mean so much. you weren't sold yet. if he wants you for real, he's going to have to make a better offer than just words. false promises were a learned matter with him. he needed to prove how much you mean to him.
"i'll do everything in my power to make sure that i am the man you deserve," he whispers, his hold on your face beginning to tighten as you pull him closer by his shirt out of habit. "promise i'll treat you right. i'll never make you feel like you're someone to fix me when i'm going through shit or i'm horny. i'll never make you feel like you have to compete with other women again. i'll never take you for granted again."
his face is now inches away from yours. his voice, his scent, the warmth he brings, it makes you feel so vulnerable. . . so safe. like that invisible string never broke. eren screaming with hope within, praying you reply. it feels so good to feel your body pressed against his, the scent of your conditioner wafting into his nostrils. he hugs you tightly, afraid that he'll lose you. he's been craving this for so long.
"i missed this. i missed you," he murmurs between your neck, his grasp becoming a little tighter. you feel his chest slowly rising and falling as a soft sigh escapes his lungs. as the silence continues to grow between the two of you, it's becoming harder for you to find the words you want to say to him.
"say what you want to say," it's like he read your mind, swallowing deeply before pulling your face back to eye level. he looks down at you.
"i can’t accept your apology."
eren slowly pulls away from you, a frown on his face and heartache yanking at his chest. it’s his karma, he knew that well. there was no reason to push you into something you no longer wished for. you’d made up your mind, and he just had to live with that. in the future, possibly learning from his mistake. he swallows, nodding as he backs away, accepting your answer indefinitely.
“if that’s how you truly feel, then i will respect your boundaries. i’m truly sorry, again. i hate to leave things behind on a bad note, so i wanna tell you that i pray you find the love you deserve, and that i wish you nothing but the best.”
a final touch of his lips lands on your cheek. eren’s giving you one last smile before turning to walk away. a broken weep cracks from you, lower lip trembling as you hug yourself tightly like he had only seconds ago. he’s halfway gone before you watch him pause, eyes unable to bring them from his figure. you felt like you’d lose the memory of him if you didn’t look. this felt like a horrible breakup neither one of you wanted to end.
eren’s caught reaching into his jean pocket, pulling out his wallet before he approached you once more, the sadness on your face making this worse for him. “i almost forgot.”
out of nowhere, eren grabs your hand, opening your palm and placing a cold object into it. you stare confusingly, leveling your palm towards your face to see a sterling silver necklace. it’s a simple piece of jewelry with a single initial. the letter ‘e’.
"i’ve been meaning to give this to you for a while. i carried it with me every day,” he smiles warmly.
a mix of surprise and shock washes over you, your brown eyes blown wide like a deer in headlights, or a girlfriend being proposed to. you stare at the necklace in your palm, feeling the featherweight of it, the cool metal against your skin. memories flood your mind — all those times you shared laughing together, graduating high school, sneaking out to see each other, sharing secrets, dreams, and hopes. this symbol represents all of that, and yet, it also reminds you of the pain, the betrayal, the shattered trust. your gaze flickers up to meet eren's, seeing the desperation in his eyes, the vulnerability, the raw emotion. part of you still loves him, still wants to believe in him, in your relationship. but the other part is screaming at you to protect yourself, to move on, to forget.
"e as in eren," you gasp, lip still trembling.
"well, yea," he laughs softly. it’s a tangible connection to you, even if things have changed. eren watches your reaction closely, hoping against hope that seeing the necklace might change your mind about him. he swallows hard, his throat tight with emotion. "i was planning on giving it to you when the time was right, even though i wasn’t exactly sure when that would be. i know it's not much, but . . i thought maybe you could keep it as a reminder of our friendship. of everything we shared."
he reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against your skin. "please, ꒰♡꒱,” he whispers, his voice cracking. "don’t throw it away. keep it close to your heart, and remember that i’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens between us."
you notice how close he is to you, and you feel a small amount of nervousness start to set in again. but, you don’t let it show in your expressions, focusing instead on trying to hold yourself together. this was a lot. you’ll always cherish the memories you have together, but, was this really goodbye? did you want him to completely disappear from your life? he’s someone who’s been apart of it for so long. you couldn’t imagine life without him. three months was hard enough, even the two before that. you didn’t want him to be a stranger. you didn’t want him to never speak to you again. you didn’t want to sever your relationship entirely — your connection.
“i love you, ꒰♡꒱. i really mean that.”
before he gets the chance to touch you one last time, you're leaning in first, lifting yourself by your tiptoes to press your lips into his. his nose smushed against yours, inhaling sharply as he grabbed your throat, kissing you deeper. as always, you melt into his touch like putty, your entire body bursting with fire when his fingertips brush against your hips under your jersey, pulling you into him harder than he intended. scared to let you go. eren grunts into your mouth when you moan into him, gliding his tongue across yours salaciously, his back arched to bend to your level. another hand huge on the side of your face while he kisses you passionately, turning his head slightly to the side while maintaining his clutch around your throat.
eren gasps into the kiss, the sudden surge of warmth flooding his senses. his mind goes blank as he loses himself in the sensation of your lips against his, your taste filling his mouth. the hand on your hip tightens instinctively, drawing you closer until there's no space left between you. the unexpected kiss throws him off balance, but he doesn't care. all he knows is that he's lost in the moment, the tension between you both finally breaking. his free hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.
“fuck, i love you,” he repeats again, now applying pressure to your ass he squeezes and lifts, his bulge hitting your stomach. it makes your gut flip when he bites your lip, your hands unknowingly trailing up his abdomen, the bumpy path of his abs giving you flashbacks.
now, he’s kissing along your jawline, down your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your collarbone. his hands are everywhere, roving over your body, caressing and gripping like he can’t get enough of the way you feel against him. his lips move up to your ear where his breath tickles you, your inner thighs locking tight. he murmurs softly into your ear, “i want you . . need you so badly. can i?”
he sounds slightly breathless, his need for you obvious in his low tone. “can i touch you . . please?”
“where’s your car?”
there’s a pause as he registers your question, his mind slightly clouded from the feeling of you against him. “down the street, why?”
“take me.”
“you sure?” he asks. even though the desire for you is written all over his face, there’s a hint of hesitation and question in his tone. he needs to be sure this is something you truly want, even if your body speaks before you do.
“yeah, i’m sure.”
he takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, and leads you down the hill to where his car is parked. you’re not sure what time it is, but the streets are nearly empty, only a few people roaming around drinking and smoking, the party is still very much still happening. tucking your hand into your pocket, you drop the necklace safely there, feeling protected and giddy as you trail behind him. his frame is so much bigger than yours, staring at the back of his head where he had his hair half tied up, wanting to bury your face into his back to smell him. you spot his black r34 gtr and within seconds you’re standing in front of it, almost as if you teleported. he must’ve been walking really fast.
he releases your hand to dig for his keys, unlocking his car and opening the passenger side to adjust the seat fully up and make enough room for you both. you’re more at ease knowing his windows were tinted, illegally the blackest of black. with each inhale, he can feel the intensity of the situation starting to build up once again, raising his body only to have you push into him, his body leaning against his car as you squish your lips back into his, growing impatient.
"wait. ." he paused in between kisses, the heat between your thighs becoming unbearable as he hissed into your mouth. "backseat, now."
his eyes are trained on your ass as he watches you duck low and climb in the back, practically shoving you inside as he looks over his shoulder before following behind not a moment later. the space is snug, his broad body compared to your own not making the best room, but he’ll make it work. eren pushes you down onto the backseat, covering your body with his own as he resumes kissing you, hands sliding under your shirt to fondle your tits. the way the two of you kiss is feverish, open-mouthed with heavy pants of desperation. the way you equally missed each other spoke loudly through it.
“take this shit off, it smells like him,” eren possessively begins to tug at the varsity jacket clinging to you. forgetting you still had it on.
“sorry.”
he tosses it to the front once it’s off, clutching your throat and tugging at your denim shorts with his unoccupied hand. you understand silently, unzipping them and lifting yourself in an awkward way to remove them along with your pale pink new balances. eren has one knee digging into the seat while he balances himself above you by holding the driver's seat headrest, the other foot flat on the floor as he watches you like you’re prey.
“you’re so damn pretty, baby. miss you,” his hands go to smooth over your inner thighs up to your knees, your shirt rising to your midsection.
"mhm, show me how much you missed me," you spread your thighs, pink lace thong swallowing your curves, giving him the obvious hint while balancing yourself on your elbows.
eren’s mouth waters at the sight, your pussy already leaking for him, the material swallowing you up real good. he mutters ‘fuck’ under his breath, wetting his lips and pushing your knees to your chest, cuffing a finger into the band to pull to the side, groaning at the sight of your bare skin, glistening in your slick with your clit hiding between your lips. he knows he just needs to spread them to see her fully, his favorite part. the soft texture of his tongue carefully begins to graze against your skin, sucking and taking in the smell of your body. a surprised squeak escapes your throat as you feel his finger press against your tight entrance.
"no fingers," his dick jumps from the command, moaning as he spanks the outside of your thigh gently while running his tongue over his bottom lip. "just your tongue."
“y’not gonna let me feel her?” eren coed teasingly, whimpering when he smacks you again while leaving a sloppy kiss onto the mound of your pussy. “stretch her out f’this dick?”
you crack a grin, back resting on the door while you scoot your ass further down to grind onto his face. “not yet.”
the sudden sensation of your hands in his hair only fuels eren’s arousal further once you draw him closer, growing needy. his thick tongue slithers out his mouth, pooling with salvia as it laps at your clit with renewed vigor, the taste you leave on his tongue sweet and tangy — intoxicating, driving him wild with lust. it’s so damn good he can’t help but spank the outside of your thigh near your ass, the vibration going straight to your clit and it’s almost like he can feel it when it hits you. moaning into your pussy he gives sloppy kisses while your thighs shake.
“mmm, yesss," you moan in approval, needing him to do it again. until you're bruised.
his face heats up from the noises you make, a reddish tint on his cheekbones as he shifts his jaw to suck your clit into his mouth, slick dousing his chin as he pulls your puffy clit between his lips to tug and release.
"keep going," you arch into him. eren smacks you again, a little harder, and a broken, high pitched hiccup erupts from you, followed by a dragged out moan of his name.
with a final swipe of his tongue, he feels your body shudder and convulse around him. your cries fill the air as you cum hard, coating his face with your essence. he laps it up greedily, humming and savoring every drop. you didn’t expect to cum that quickly, face heating up from shyness as you cover your face and whine. eren chuckles into your pussy, spluttering as he detaches his lips and buries his face within the curve of your hip bone, unable to stop himself from laughing. it’s silly because this is the second time this has happened. the first being when he ate you out on the hood of his car after getting tipsy during game night. feeling like the alcohol influenced it, but he knows you didn’t drink tonight since he kept an eye on you.
“shut uppp!”
“that literally took a minute!” he’s clutching his stomach now.
“you know i’m sensitive,” you pout, popping him on the arm. “make me cum again. unless you can’t.”
“mhm,” eren nods his head cockily, shocking you when he spanks your clit, scarily switching from playful to dominant. “don’t say that shit when you know it’s wrong.”
eren takes a seat on the opposite side, pulling you to sit on your knees, leaning over him as his eyes lock onto yours filled with a primal hunger. your palming at his thighs still covered in dark jeans, using it to balance your weight as eren stretches his left arm behind you to rub your clit with his fingers, collecting your arousal before sinking his pointer and middle into you. he quickened his pace, pumping his hand faster as he fingers your soppy cunt.
the combination of his hand movements and the sensation of your warm breath on his face sends him spiraling. "fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice strained with effort. “can’t wait to have this pussy on me.”
“eren, touch yourself,” you whine, petting at the shape in his jeans, undoing his button and dragging down his zipper.
eren keens almost submissively, lifting his hips so you can push his jeans down to his knees, eren releasing his hard dick that throbs excessively in his hold. it’s big and pretty, just like you remembered. a dick you’ll never forget for sure. the curve of it makes it touch his stomach, eren rushing his thumb over the tip, wincing from sensitivity and stroking it vertically away from him.
"let me spit on it," you chew at your lips, rocking your ass back into his hand, every touch making you feral, inner thighs soaked.
eren nods with lidded eyes, his breath hitching as he waits for your saliva to coat his slickened fingers. the thought of your spit adding another layer of lubrication to his dick makes him even hotter. gathering your salvia on your tongue, you purse your lips together before spitting onto his dick, a cute ‘puh’ emitting as the two of you watch it trail onto his ring covered fingers, eren groaning and twisting his wrist to spread it along his length.
“just like that," he encourages, his voice barely above a whisper. "stroke your hand over it, baby. c’mon.”
you moan, wrapping your hand over it, piled on top of his own. you suck your lips inwardly, face curled up same as his as the two of you beat his dick, the squelching from both your hands and his fingers in your pussy making you equally dizzy. he hisses while keeping his eyes on your face, just looking at you enough to bring him over the edge.
"more?” you ask, the trail of spit already falling from your mouth before he can respond, eren momentarily removing his hand, dick jumping from the reaction as you fist his dick before he does. his overlapping yours this time.
eren’s response is a strangled cry as he feels the pressure building to a crescendo. your skilled hand working in tandem with his own is too much for him to resist. "yes, fuck yeah," he grits out, his body tensing as he prepares to explode.
"tell me you love me,” you kiss him softly, your tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him.
"f-fuckin' love you, mamas," obediently, eren guides your stroking hand over his near-spent cock, growing sensitive from the erotic intensity. each gentle, wet stroke sends aftershocks rippling through his core, leaving him shuddering and panting.
"one more time, baby.”
"love you, nngh, love you.”
"i love you too."
laying your head on his thigh, he continues to fuck you with his fingers, the squelch of your pussy bouncing off the car windows, continuing their relentless assault. the lewd sounds of your arousal draw him closer to his climax. he can feel your body responding to his touch, your juices coating his digits as he plunges them deeper inside you. with a final, needy thrust of his hips, he unleashes a torrent of cum, coating your joined hands in his hot release.
"that’s it," he whispers huskily, his voice raw with satisfaction. you bring his dick to your face, sticking your tongue out and enclosing your lips around him as you jerk him into your mouth. sucking him off. "ooh, fuck, like that. keep touching me."
“eren . . baby, your fingers are s’long,” a shudder forms, squealing and rocking your ass back harder to meet the quickened pace of him fucking you open. he’s pushing you to the brink.
"think you can cream on ‘em?” he teases, his voice husky with desire. he’s using both hands now, the other hitting your ass hard in repetitions, refusing to stop, the action echoing in the small space. "can you? i wanna see you do it. gimme sum to lick up.”
"f-fuck, y-yess. i can give it to you,” you arch your back. “oh my god.”
encouraged by your eager response, eren doubles his efforts, his fingers curling inside you to hit that sweet spot that makes your muscles clench and a pornographic shout break loose, eren drawing out a ‘yeaaa, baby’, fucking you faster, unoccupied fingers sprawled along your plump ass. his voice fucking with you all over again.
“mmm. just cum on ‘em. wanna feel it again,” eren’s grip on your hip tightens as he feels your body tense, grinding his palm against your puffy clit.
your sobs are rewarding, your ass burning from his impacts and you give him what he wants like he asked. creaming over his fingers as you cum for the second time, your tummy caving in as you drool on his leg and prolong a whine. body shaking violently with your legs.
"goddamn. good girl. good girl. you’re so fucking tight," he groans, tasting you off his fingers before going under your stomach to thumb circles on your swollen clit in rhythm with more thrusts. the friction against your clit causes you to scream again, lifting your upper body to distract him by kissing his neck, his ultimate weakness.
“ooh, you bad girl,” he snarls, his breath coming in ragged gasps. your tongue slicks across his throat before leaving hot kisses, climbing onto his lap by balancing your body on your toes, clutching his shoulders for support as you squat above him.
eren knows your intention and follows suit, sliding his back down the seat and spreading his legs further apart. reaching behind himself, he leans slightly forward to pull off his hoodie from his backside, his hair getting fuzzy in the process until you smooth it back in place. eren’s hands slide underneath your hot thighs, hooks his arms under your knees, and spread your legs wider apart to accommodate the thickness of his dick as he finally pushes into you.
“oooh, fuck,” the two of you moan in unison, jaws agape with heavy pants.
the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the car, a symphony of raw, animalistic passion. and just like that, he surrenders to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. he loses himself in the moment, pace frenzied, focusing solely on how good it feels to be buried deep inside you after so long, trying to milk him for everything he's got. you arch into him, that warm feeling coursing through your heart that you haven’t felt since that night in the closet. that feel of worship. eren spanks you again, a little harder and a broken, high-pitched hiccup erupts from you, followed by a dragged out moan of his name.
he steadily lifts you up and down onto his dick as you switch your hips to ride him. the view from below is turning him on — tits bouncing with each movement, your face contorted in pleasure. he raises his hips to meet your downward motion with equal force, driving himself to the depth with each bounce. skin slapping mingling with your moans, pushing you down with the fingers sprawled across your backside, pussy swallowing all of him.
“you’re doing so well, baby," he praises, his voice a soothing murmur. "just breathe through it." as he inches farther, he captures your lips in a tender kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the embrace.
"bite me, please,” you whimper desperately, knocking your head back to expose your neck. "need it."
eren’s eyes gleam with wicked intent, not hesitating to bite into you, knowing how much you have a kink for it. you shriek when his teeth sink into your soft flesh, the steady pressure of them is a mind fuck. the bite is firm yet gentle enough not to hurt you. the sharp pain quickly being replaced by an intoxicating rush of pleasure, sending jolts of arousal coursing through your veins. his tongue laves at the spot after letting go, soothing it with languid strokes while his other hand roams over your body, tracing patterns across your curves.
"you are mine," he swats your ass, pounding faster. "you will always be mine. and you will never run from that."
you shake your head drunkenly, pupils rolling white, lashes fluttering. "won't run, promise rennie!”
"you belong to me,” he says once more, wanting you to repeat. eren’s words are punctuated by another slap of his hand, and by this point you’re sure you’re bruised, each strike a claim of ownership. your knees buckle beneath you, but he holds you up, his strong arms locked around you like a demon in heat.
"i belong to you, baby.”
he increases the speed and intensity of his movements, driving you towards the precipice of ecstasy. you're dripping wet and moaning, your slick coating his cock as he pounds into you. wrapping your arms tightly around his neck while he slams you down. eren’s hands roam over your curves, spreading your cheeks apart as he pulls you down onto his dick with fervor. each thrust is deeper, harder, driven by a primal urge to claim you utterly.
“fuck, mng. g’na . . cum,” you blubber, biting your bottom lip as he pounds into you.
“look at me, i wanna see your face when i make you cum,” he orders, his voice raw with desire.
giving him your attention, you struggle to fully keep them open, every vigorous yank and thrust coaxing that bubbly feeling in your gut. he can feel your walls tightening around him, signaling your impending orgasm. "that’s it, baby," he coos, nibbling on your earlobe. "give it to me. gimme that shit. lemme feel it.”
he shifts his position slightly, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot within you that makes your toes curl and your walls clench even tighter around him. the new angle allows him to hit even harder, stroking along your inner walls with each upward thrust.
"take. it. all. baby," he growls between pauses, his breath hot against your ear. when you finally topple over the edge, he swallows your cries with a searing kiss, his own body trembling with unspent need.
"꒰♡꒱ . . fuck," eren pants, his forehead pressed against yours as he loses himself in the rhythm of your joining, stilling his trembling hips and cumming inside of you, having no strength to pull out. he knows you’re on birth control so he didn’t have to worry.
"oh my fuckin' god," the delicious shiver coursing through your body felt like the ultimate high. brushing your fingers through the strands of his brown hair that had long fallen from it's hair tie. he leans into your soothing ministrations, savoring the intimate connection between you as he slowly comes back down to earth.
you sit like this for a while, eren going soft and lifting you off of him to properly sit you on his lap after dressing himself and you. your legs rest over his while he presses his forehead to yours, still trying to regain his energy.
“oh, i forgot,” you opened your eyes after intimate slow breathing, reaching to the front to search for onyankopon's jacket. you dig into the pocket to retrieve the necklace he’d given you. “put it on me?”
“of course,” taking the necklace from your hand, he brushed your hair from your shoulders and carefully fastened it around your neck. "you look beautiful," he whispered, his voice tinged with genuine affection.
“thank you,” you smile sweetly, playing with the jewelry. “i love it.”
“i always knew you would.”
silence overtakes you for a moment, sitting on your thoughts unwarranted. too much happened today, and your brain was swarming with panic trying to figure out what right move to make. you were tired of overthinking. you just wanted to live in the moment. consequences will come later. what's meant to be will be.
“promise you’ll keep your word this time. no more fights, no more misunderstandings, or playing with my heart. i don’t think i can take another heartbreak. i’ll die.”
sincere contrition casts eren’s expression from your words, gnawing at him all over. eren pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. despite the weight of what's happened between you, despite the pain and hurt, there's an unspoken understanding that you're both willing to move past it.
"i swear on my life i’ll never hurt you like that again. i know i’ve got a lot to make up for, but you mean everything to me,” he murmurs, nuzzling your neck gently. "i love you too much. i’m never taking that for granted.”
tears well up in your eyes as you stare at eren, searching for any sign of deception. but all you see is sincerity, a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. you nod slowly, trying to hold back the flood of tears.
“okay,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “i forgive you.”
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my tattoo artist went down on me (2k words)
paring: tattoo artist!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie munson offered to design a new tattoo for you, during the session things got a little heated.
warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), oral (f recieving), fingering, squirting, some strong lanuage, and some cringey writing, if i missed any please let me know.
a/n: this is a super old draft from a few months ago so I hope you all enjoy <;3
feedback & criticism is very appreciated. please let me know if you have any thoughts on how I can approve. thank you :)
You stood outside the Munsons trailer, a tad bit nervous, but it is a normal feeling…especially when it comes to getting a new tattoo. But, the thought of Eddie Munson giving you said tattoo made your heart race even more…not that you didn't trust his tattooing skills…oh come on you didn't trust that boy's art skills at all.
All of a sudden the screen door of the trailer swings open, and there stood Eddie. Shirtless. Kind of sweaty. Messy curls as always. Slightly tighter jeans than normal. This look of his caught you off guard, rightfully so…it was a stunning look. “Are you just going to stand there like a creep?” He leaned his body against the door frame, crossing his arms while examining you.
Your mouth parted slightly like you were going to answer his question, but no words were coming out. All you wanted to do was stare at him. He knew. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He whispered as you stepped through the doorway of the trailer, those words sent shivers down your spine. “Come on, I have everything set up in my room.”
“You do know what you're doing right, Munson?” You teased as Eddie led you to his room down the hall.
“Well how else do you think I got these sweet ole’ tatties, huh?” He points at the bats on his arm, “This is my newest work, you like?”
“Not really my style…but they're cool.”
“You seem hard to please…” He mumbles to himself as he sits down in a rolly chair, then opening a sketchbook turning to the page with your design on it. You just wanted some simple roses on your thigh, not too much. “Does this look like what you had in mind, darling?” He really needs to stop with these pet names.
His artwork was actually…good. Surprisingly. “Oh my gosh, I love that!” You exclaimed. He rolls over to the edge of his bed and pats it motioning for you to sit down. The workspace area wasn't the greatest but hey…it’s more professional looking than others. A single towel sits on the edge of the bed, the tattoo gun with the ink caps on a random nightstand and a pair of normal gloves beside it. “Well, I’m glad you like it…hopefully I can draw the sketch again actually on your leg”
Eddie says as he pulls out a couple markers, biting the cap off of one and spitting it out onto the floor, he rolls himself over to you. Putting his knee in between your legs, “Now which thigh are we putting it on.” His pretty brown eyes look up at you as his free hand caresses the side of your right thigh.
“U-uhm…my right one. I want it…” You pointed to the upper thigh of your right leg, making a general circle motion around the area. “About right here.” He moved his hand to that spot, retracing that circle you had made. “So, you want it right here?” You gulped at his question, feeling the slight tension building in the room. “I guess you're going to have to take these things off so we can get started.” His finger moves from your thigh to your hip, pulling on the belt loop of your jeans. “I thought I told you to wear something short.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I had just gotten off work and -”
“Y/N, i'm only playing around…” Eddie chuckled as he pushed himself back, giving you some space to take off your jeans. “Unless, you like to be told what to do?” His eyebrow raised as he watches you stand up and unbutton your jeans.
“Maybe I do, Munson.” His eyes widen at your words. “Oh really…” Eddie's words lingered as he rolled over to you, your hips perfectly in line with his head. “Maybe…I can help take these off for you, sweetheart.” His hands moved up your legs to your hips, pulling down on your belt loops. Pulling down your pants slowly. The feeling of his hands against your bare skin sends tingles throughout your body. The cold metal from his rings sent chills. The intimacy was a bare minimum, but your body craved more.
“Sit back down.”
You listened. He grabbed the marker again and began to draw the rose design on your upper thigh. About thirty or some extra minutes pass and he’s done with the sketch. It looked just like what was in his notebook. “You ready?”
“I guess so…lay it on me.”
Eddie’s been tattooing for about an hour. The vibrations from the tattoo gun piercing your skin sends tingles throughout your entire body. Causing you to grip onto the sheets of his bed, tighter and tighter and tighter. Eddie notices. He moves his free hand to your opposite leg, gripping his hand in the skin of your soft thigh. “Do you need a break?” You shook your head to signal no, you were lying.
He pushed himself back slightly as he lifted the machine up from your skin, placing it on the table beside him. “I can tell you need a break…” His words faded off almost like he was going to say more, which made you curious. Your eyes met his. He uses the chair to pull himself closer to you, leaving you face to face, merely inches apart. “Maybe, we can do something else…instead.”
“Like what?”
“Like this.” He pushes your body against the bed, now hovering over you. His finger pulls your chin up closer to his face, staring directly at your lips. You need him. All of him. You couldn't take the tease anymore, so, your arms wrap around his neck and pull yourself up to meet his lips. Clashing into each other. You wanted more. His lips trailed off yours, moving down to your chin, then your neck. Leaving a few marks on his territory. “Let me take this off of you.” He whines into the crook of your neck while pulling at the edge of your t-shirt. His hand starts pulling it up as you move with his movements finally taking it off. Exposing your bare chest.
Suddenly the heated makeout session paused. “Oh shit, I don't want you getting an infection with this thing being exposed. Stand up real quick.” He said as he stood up, reaching his hand out to help pull you up. He put a few layers of paper towels over the half-way done rose, taping the edges to your skin, making sure he doesn't make it too uncomfortable for you. “Does that feel okay?” You nodded at his question.
Eddie places a few soft and gentle kisses on your other thigh, getting closer and closer to you. You feel as his hand moves from the side of your thigh to palm your clothed pussy. His touch caused you to jump a tad, “Oh. Do you not want that?” He said as he looked up at you.
“N-No, I do, trust me. I want that.” You whined, practically begging for him at this point. A smirk grew on his face. Using his pointer he slid your panties over, running said finger down your pussy, “You’ve been this wet the whole time?” He sighed, “Fuck Y/N.” His pointer finger then enters your core, making slight pumping motions. Then pulling it out, putting his hands on your hips, his face directly in line with you.
“Take them off, please.” Your voice was breathy. Eddie wasted no time, pulling your hips closer to his face then using his teeth to drag your panties down your legs. Finishing taking them off using his hands. He stood up from the chair, towering over you, “Lay down on your back, bend your legs too.” He demanded.
You did just as he said, of course. Watching him get down to the right level, he threw your legs over his shoulder. His fingers danced around your entrance, sending pains to your stomach as the heat began to build. Your pussy was throbbing, craving for him to do something…literally anything. You weren't really an impatient person, but you just craved him. “Can you please do something Mun-”
You were cut off by him licking your cunt, tasting you from bottom to top. Sending you to throw your head back letting out a soft moan. Using his pointer and middle he spread your lips open even more, sticking his tongue into your core. Your hands reached between your own legs to his hair, yanking and pulling at his roots. “We’ll see if youre so hard to please…” He groaned into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice causing that heat to build even more in the pit of your stomach.
Eddie put his lips around your throbbing clit, while locking eyes with you. Your back pressed harder against the bed, he continued to lick and suck on your cunt, randomly pulling up to plant kisses on the inner thighs. His ringed hand rubbing up and down your thigh as the free fingers finds its way to your core again. His lips stayed on your clit as his fingers fucked your tight hole, his tongue dancing around your clit in circular motions. That intense feeling in the pit of your stomach gets warmer and warmer. “Eddie fuck!” You moan out, trying to catch your breath while he hasn't eased up one bit. “Are you already getting close sweetheart?” He whined as he pulled up from your pussy, removing his fingers from your center, “God, youre so fucking wet…” His hand reached up to your mouth, “Open for me…” His fingers that are covered in your juices enter your mouth, you take them deep, nearly down your throat.
He pushes your legs from his shoulders and plants them down to the bed, spreading your legs open further. Making his access to your pussy easier. “You can only cum when I tell you to, okay?” He says as he gets back down to your level, maintaining that intense eye contact still.
You nod, “O-Okay.” His tongue meets your core, in and out, circular motions, he then licks all the way up your cunt again taking in all your taste and juices. The feeling was incredible. He definitely knew how to use his tongue. He sucks on your bulging and throbbing clit again, using his pointer and middle to pound your hole again. Pumping them in and out. His free hand moved to your hip pushing you down deeper into the bed, the cold metal from his rings against the warmth of your skin. You were getting close, but he hasn't told you yet.
“Are you close, princess?” He moaned as he came up to catch his breath, how in the fuck did he know. “If you're close…you can cum.”
He didnt have to say anymore, “Eddie, fuck.” You cursed out as your head flung back, your chest rising up and down faster and faster. That warm pit in your stomach is nearly on fire. His fingers got faster and faster as they pounded into your core, “Cum for me baby…” he groans, your legs start to shake as an even more intense orgasm builds.
Then you did exactly what he said. As it snapped, you screamed, Eddie pulling his thick fingers from inside you, still pushing against your clit, a hard stream gushing forth. After a few moments, you are still shaken by the sensation. As his digits plunge into your dripping pussy,a few curses and moans of his name escape your lips, he pumps in and out a few more times before pulling them out and watching you squirt again.
“Fuck Y/N.”
“Shit Eddie, I am so fucking sorry.”
“No, I dont give a fuck about that.” His tongue licks off the excess cum dripping from your warm cunt. “That was fucking hot.”
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” You leaned down to his level planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. “Then let’s finish this tattoo.”
“Another round once I'm done?”
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Idky but I really love this😂
You: YOU ARE SICK AND DERANGED!
Alucard: Sweetheart, you’re fucking the undead, and I’m the deranged one?
You:
Alucard: Much better. Now, don’t be late tonight. *kisses your forehead*
Smoker x afab reader
Small drabble
Warnings- bit of an age gap, NSFW, cigarettes (ofc)
Read under cut!!!
“Smoker… please…”
“Please what?” He grins into your folds and continues to drag his wet muscle against your clit.
“Fuck… mmm~ ahhh~ please smoker! Please fuck me!”
“Patience. We have to losen you up. You know I’m too big for you.” He brings his cigarette to his mouth and inhales deeply before blowing the smoke on your needy pussy. He laughs. “Can’t have you crying like last time.”
“I promise I won’t cry! Please fuck me!” You were too needy and you needed to feel him more. You felt weak under his touch. You felt hot all over. He’s the first man that’s ever done something like this with you as you are much younger but he was too experienced which made you insecure. Yet no matter what he did or said you were on your hands and knees for the older man 24/7 ready to give your self all to him.
“Sweetheart… you are crying right now.” He takes another deep inhale of his cigarette this time blowing the smoke in your face before biting your bottom lip and then kissing it. He latches his lips onto yours. His mouth tasted weird because of the smoke and cigarette but you didn’t care. The kiss was hungry. It was all teeth and tongue.
You moaned louder into the kiss as his thick fingers pound into you. His palm slapping your clit with each trust. You break from the kiss as you throw your head back onto the pillows in bliss.
“You sound so sweet for me darling. Go on, moan louder so everyone can hear how good I’m treating you. How I’ve managed to get a pretty thing like you wrapped around my finger.”
“Yes yes yes yes! Fuckkk~ smoker!” You felt the knot in your stomach about to burst. Your breaths getting shorter and shorter.
“That’s it. Cum for me and then maybe I’ll finally fuck you till you can’t cum anymore.” He slams his fingers harder and harder against your core.
As you release onto his hand, you arched your back and twitched, each time cumming more and more onto his hand. Your moans almost like screams.
“Smoker…” his hand now wet from all your juices. With the same hand he removes the cigarette from his mouth and hands it to you.
“Hold onto to this for me baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard till the only thing you see is stars. You are going to wish you haven’t begged me to fuck you and I’m not going to stop even if you cry.”
You smirk taking the cigarette into your mouth inhaling. “I’d like to see you try old man.” You exhale in his face.
“I’m going to make you regret that.”
poison
summary: ony was a known player. women have practically threw themselves at him in hopes that they’d be the one to make him “change”, but they never succeed. he finally met his match when he started messing with you…
cw: toxic!reader, toxic!ony, smoking, smut
word count: 3.6k
onyankopon wasn’t the type of man to chase. he wasn’t the man that would go above and beyond or make a woman feel like she could never be replaced. ony believed women were for the moment, having nothing to them that made him yearn for more. he’d be with a women one night and be moved on and ready for another women victim the next.
“man how you just gon block keisha like that? she bad as hell” connie said as he and ony rolled up on his couch. the darkskin male just laughed, shaking his head as he closed out her instagram profile and began looking through the hundreds of other women in his dms. “i already fucked, and it was like every other pussy i put my dick in. she pretty tho” connie shook his head in disappointment as he continued to crush up the weed between his fingers.
ony had no problem settling down, or so he said, but he just doesn’t think the women he’s been with were the right ones. leaving each of their houses without so much as a “goodbye” before deleting them from his phone and from his life completely. “don’t shake your head at me nigga. you be doing it too” ony laughed as he watched his friend place his hand on his heart. a shocked expression on his face as he played offended by the accusation. “it’s not the same and you know it. i at least talk to em from time t’time. you delete em and have em going crazy over you” all ony did was shrug his shoulders, continuing to roll up his blunt without trying to defend himself.
“lemme just take you out t’dinner then. m’tryna get t’know you ma” the brunette said as you sat in the passenger seat of his his hellcat. you were only here for some free weed, using your beauty to your advantage as you batted your lashes and bounced your tiddies while laughing at every terrible joke this man tried to crack. “can i think about it? ima very busy girl” your sultry voice made eren’s palms sweat as he handed you the baggy full of weed. you had this man whipped and he hasn’t even ever fucked you. “alright mama jus lemme know, and i put a lil extra in there f’you. witcho fine ass” he mumbled his last sentence as he watched your ass move in your shorts while getting out the car. you turned around slowly, kissing your hand before blowing it to him. your sparkly clear lipgloss making your lips pop as you gave eren a cute smile.
as soon as he drove off your act dropped. an annoyed look quickly fell on your face as you rolled your eyes. “corny ass nigga” you mumbled as you made your way into your house. these men where too easy when it came to you. always gravitating towards your pretty face and how you carried yourself like a “good girl”. you were nice to everybody, and everybody was nice to you. when you would find yourself messing with a guy, it was never for long. as soon as you got what you needed there was always an excuse on the tip of your tongue.
“m’going through a lot right now”
“i gotta focus on my classes more”
“i need time to heal from my past”
it was honestly the easiest thing in the world. and since you were so nice these niggas had no choice but to put respect on your name no matter what.
you quickly made your way to your room, turning on your led lights to purple as you got out your tray, papers, grinder, and your freshly “bought” bag of weed. “let’s get this shit started” you said as you turned on your tv.
as ony looked through his phone he noticed a freshly posted story from your account. he thought nothing of it as he clicked it. eyes widening at the sight of your other stories throughout the day. there was picture after picture of your beautiful body in a sundress. posing with a hand on your knee as you bent over slightly in the mirror. the next photo was you in a tube top and mini skirt. your big brown eyes looking away from the camera with a finger on your lip as if you were thinking. “jesus” ony mumbled. why hasn’t he ever seen you before?
connie leaned over and looked the the picture. “oh that’s y/n. she fine as hell ain’t she? been tryna get on that for months” his best friend said before taking a hit from his blunt. ony was intrigued. you were one of the sexiest girls he’s ever seen. “why ian ever seen her?” he mumbled as he continued to go through your stories. “that’s ‘cause she a good girl. she don’t party, don’t be fighting bitches over dick, nun of that. she be in her books and chilling” connie’s words brought excitement to ony’s body as he looked at your latest post.
you were in your bed with ed, edd, and eddy playing on your tv. your beautiful brown legs crossed, nails and feet looking freshly done as you held a fat blunt in between your fingers. ‘in my own little world’ the story captioned with poison by brent faiyaz playing softly in the background. ony’s fingers moved before he could think, swiping up on the post before typing you a quick message.
a ding from your phone brought your attention away from your cartoons. ‘must be eren’ you thought as you took a deep sigh before opening your phone. you were right, but there was another message after his.
onyahead replied to your story: let me join that lil world
you have heard plenty about onyankopon. the 90s fine dark skin that had a thing for breaking girls hearts. never seen with a girl, but constantly in the middle of drama when women are at each others throats over a man. he was no good. a liar, a sweet talker, and most of all… a player. but still you replied.
prettybrowny/n: i’d rather not have a mob of girls coming to burn my shit down.
you threw your phone to the side, giggling to yourself as you continued to watch your shows. less than ten minutes later, you heard another ding from your phone.
onyahead: don’t be like that ma. i’m just tryna smoke
what? did he think you were dumb or something? this man was clearly not “just tryna smoke” and that was obvious. it was nearly one in the morning. but still you replied.
prettybrowny/n: send your # and i’ll drop my lo
you weren’t like these other women he’s been with. you didn’t want the same things from him as they wanted. it was late and you were bored. eren gave you so much weed that it wouldn’t hurt to share, and at the end of the day onyankopon was nothing more to you than a man. a very fine, well known man, but still just a man. and at the end of the night you still expected to see him as such.
a smile graced ony’s face as he rose from connie’s couch. he quickly grabbed his hoodie before making his was towards the door. “where you goin? i just rolled two more” connie said. ony looked back at him, a sly smirk adorning his features as he twisted the doorknob. “finna go fuck on the good girl.” all that was heard from connie were loud gasps before ony left the house, putting your address in his gps as he approached his black srt challenger.
‘know you ride it right. i might jus die tonight’
‘but you know i’m still coming through baby’
you changed the lights in your room to red as you waited for him to arrive. rolling up two more fat blunts as you hummed along to your favorite song.
‘i know it's bad for me. and you know it tastes so sweet.’
‘i think i need your abuse baby’
ony was happy to see that you only lived ten minutes from connie. checking himself in his mirror before exiting his car and making his way to your front door. after he knocked on the door he saw a glimpse of your beautiful figure through the window. cami top on without a bra, booty shorts so tight he was almost certain he’d see some of your ass spilling out if you turned around, and your pretty gold anklet shining as you walked towards the door.
you looked up at him with your big brown eyes. your clear glasses reflecting your porch light as you spoke. “hi” you said quietly before moving to the side so he could enter. you closed the door behind him before leading him deeper into the house. “where we smoking at” ony’s deep voice made your stomach flip as you swayed your hips as you walked, already knowing he was looking at your ass. “my room”
‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it ,yea i love you’
‘ain’t nothing better for me now’
“welcome to my lil world” your pretty voice caressed his ears as he walked towards your bed. he thanked the lord he wore sweats as he laid down on his back. waistband hanging low on his hips, happy trial showing as he put his hands behind his head. his hood was up, covering his grey durag. your eyes traveled up and down his body, repeatedly stopping at his waistband. this man wasn’t wearing boxers. “you gon stare or you gon smoke me out?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you slowly sit in the middle of the bed before picking up the blunt.
‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’
‘ain’t nothing better for me now’
ony moved closer to you laying down almost right next to you as he watched you put the blunt to your lips. “i rolled you your own ‘cause i got lipgloss on” you gave him a confused look at the chuckle he gave you. “what?” ony gave you a small smirk, your stomach doing flips as you noticed the gold grills adorning his pearly white teeth. “ion care bout that. we can share. make it last longer” you gave him a small nod before trying to start up your lighter. ‘why you gotta break now’ you thought as you repeatedly flicked the lighter just for nothing to come out. another chuckle rumbled from his chest before ony dug in his pocket for his lighter. his big tattooed hand made its way towards your face before he held the fire on the end of your blunt. “gotchu ma” he mumbled as he watched the smoke begin to rise into the air.
you took the first hit, letting the calming drug run all through your system. ony watched tv as you smoked, paying you no mind as he waited for you to rotate to him. you did the same after passing him the blunt, shifting your body towards the screen as you sat on your knees. ony took this as the time to ogle you. like he thought, your ass was spilling from the bottom of your shorts. what he wasn’t expecting was the pretty dermal piercings on your lower back. the diamonds twinkling at him as if they were begging for him to rub his thumbs along them. “how long you had these?” he mumbled to you, making you turned around before following his gaze. “oh. ehhh about a year now” you said before turning back towards the tv.
ony leaned up, sitting next to you as he continued to shamelessly stare at the front of your body now. perky brown breasts, pudgy little stomach, thick thighs, and a pretty face. you were his poison.
‘angel of the night. down between your thighs’
‘i’m still here. ain’t no excuse baby’
you felt him stare at you, but kept facing forward. fighting back the urge to shy away from his gaze as you fidgeted with your fingers. this man was something else. it was like he wanted you to eat you, but you wanted to stay strong. ‘i’m not like them. i’m smarter’ you thought to yourself as you took a deep breath and turned towards him. “you chieffing it nigga” you giggled as you went to grab the blunt from him, but ony moved his hand away. putting it in his other hand which on the other side of his body. “gotta come get it if you want it mama. ion do hand outs”
his voice brought a certain tingle in your nether regions, making you have to take a deep breath before doing what you where about to do. you reached across his body, purposely putting an arch in your back as you slowly looked him in the eye while plucking the blunt from his fingers. the two of you stayed still for a while, looking into each others eyes.
‘i see you in my sleep. i'm scarred beyond belief’
‘ain’t nothing you can't make me do, baby’
ony was the first to move, sliding his free hand down your back before letting it slowly smooth down your ass. the dark skin and ink of his hands contrasting with the light pink fabric of your shorts. “so pretty” he mumbled, loving the way you shied away from his gaze at the compliment. he was breaking you down, but you were doing the same to him. heart beating rapidly in his chest as ony looked at your beautiful breasts peaking at him from your top.
‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’
‘ain’t nothing better for me now’
you followed his eyes down to your top before slowly moving off of him. blunt now in your mouth as you inhaled deeply. ony watched you, brown eyes never moving from your face as he let you blow smoke on his. you admired him some more, feeling a your breath hitch as you noticed the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. ony saw you staring, smirking as he thought it’d be nice to tease you. “you want it baby?” you mindlessly nod your head, the effects of the weed starting to get to you as you quickly covered your mouth and began shaking your head “n-no”.
“s’okay mama. i wanna give it t’you. can i?” this man is good. you know he has no intention of keeping in contact with you after tonight, keeping his voice soft to bend you to his will as he used faux kindness. if you were any other girl you would’ve fell for it immediately. but if you weren’t then why were you letting him move your stuff from your mattress to your bedside table? and why were you letting him lay you down on your back? big inked hands making quick work of removing your shorts, before ony smiled down at your pretty pussy.
‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’
‘ain’t nothing better for me now…than your poison baby’
ony quickly removed his hoodie and shirt before setting between your thighs. his brown eyes looked up at your for the “okay” to begin and you let him in a heartbeat. you don’t think you’ve ever gotten better head in your life. ony was skilled with his tongue, running it all over your pussy sloppily before he sucked softly on your clit. he repeated the motion over and over again, getting rougher and rougher with you until your back was arching from the bed. your hand flew to his head, holding him there as you began to grind on his face. ony seen no problem with this, wanting you to get as much pleasure as you wanted right now. “m’gonna cum ony. fuck m’gonna make a mess”
ony looked up at you before snaking his hands up your body. he lifted your shirt to free your pretty breasts before squeezing them in each of his hands. “gon head. make a mess on daddy face” your body didn’t stand a chance against him. a loud whine was released from your lips as you came all over ony’s face, wetting his mustache and anchor beard. “good girl” his praises went straight to your core, making your arousal build up again as he slowly pulled down his sweats until his dick sprang free. now you could understand why women would fight and throw themselves at this man. he was very well equipped. a thick vein running up the underside of his dick as his bounced up and down before you. he was not only long, but incredibly thick, making you wince as he began to line himself up with your entrance.
‘girl you know i play my role when i’m inside that’
ony noticed the worry in your eyes. “relax babygirl. i would never hurt you” he say lowly, letting you grip his hand as tight as you needed while he sunk deep into your walls. he gave you time to adjust, keeping your fingers intertwined as he began slowly stroking you. “how it feel ma? does it hurt” his soft voice made you want to melt into the sheets, eyes already rolling back as you felt his dick kiss all the right places inside of you. ony noticed your lack of reply, chuckling as he watched how fucked out you already were. he continued to talk you through your daze, only stopping to give you light kisses on your neck.
“feel so good mama”
“takin me like a good girl”
“you like bein my good girl don’t you?”
the praised just kept on coming and before you knew it, his large inked hand was wrapped around your throat while ony began to pound you into the mattress. the sudden change in pace made your legs shake at he began to hit you so deep you were seeing stars. “how it feel baby?”
‘with my hands around your throat. i know you like that’
ony felt your release coming, the tightness of you walls making him have to close his eyes as he continued fucking into you. “s-so good daddy. feels so g-good” your moans were music to his ears as he started quickly rubbing his thumb all over your clit. “then make a mess f’me. show me how good daddy make you feel” you listened to him instantly, your release quickly rushing out of you and all over the both of your stomachs as ony fucked you through your orgasm. “good girl mama”
‘girl i’ll do anything’
before you knew it, ony had flipped you onto your stomach. strong hands lifting you up by your waist before he sunk back into you again. “it’s my turn now ‘kay?” your eyes widened in shock at his words.
‘you mean to tell me that whole time everything was just for me? this man is a problem.’
you thought as you felt ony begin to roughly fuck you into the mattress. both inked hands, pushing your back down as he began to angle his hips downward to keep hitting your favorite spots.
“you feel it mama? feel daddy in your tummy?” ony groaned as he felt you clench at his words. he left kissing along the back of your neck before he pulled you up slightly by your hair. “say my name baby” spit dripped from your mouth to the sheets as you listened to the filthy words that came out of ony’s mouth. “say who fucking this pussy so good”. the way he was fucking you, you were glad to say his name. replying to the best of your ability as you felt him kiss your g spot. “onyyyy. o-on-yyyy fucking this pussy so g-good. feel so good daddy” you screamed as you felt ony’s dick kiss your cervix. “that’s right mama. now cum with me. wet my dick while daddy fills this pussy up.”
‘to hear you scream my name. i love your game’
‘i do…..i do’
the two of you came together. your release tricking down your thighs as ony gave you three more strokes before stilling inside you, filling you with his hot cum. he let you catch your breath before slowly pulling out and laying on his back. his strong arms lifting you onto his chest before he said something he never imagined he’d say in his life. “do you want me to spend the night with you?”
‘girl you do damage to me’
when ony woke up he was met with an empty bed, the sound of the shower running signaling to him it was time to go. he made quick work of getting dressed and before he knew it he was out the door, walking tiredly to his car. as he pulled off he contemplating blocking you. your pussy was one he’s never had before. your moans were like music, and your beauty was unmatched. but still he felt like he needed to block you. so with that being said he pulled out his phone, searching your account on instagram so he can do what needed to be done, but his jaw dropped at the realization that your account was nowhere to be found. while he was asleep you room you made the executive decision of blocking him before he even got the chance to block you. ony smiled at your cleverness, but you were “not clever enough mama”
‘but i love it babe’
as you got out of the shower, you heard the sound of your phone dinging. ‘must be eren’ you thought before picking up the device. it wasn’t eren this time…your jaw dropped as you looked at the name on your phone.
snapchat: onyaheaddd sent a chat!
ony💯: i’ll be back over tonight. i forgot my hoodie.
‘oh you’re poisonous baby’
Falling in Love Series Masterlist
Pairing: Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!reader
Genre: Rockstar AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst
Chapter Count: 8 out of 10 chapters (in progress)
Series Summary: When you receive a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you would’ve never in your life guessed the turn of events it takes, when you attend it. Because rockstar Dabi is unlike anything youve ever looked for in a man. But he finds a liking to you.
Content Warnings: 18+ content, heavy substance abuse, use of force (against inanimate objects), mwntions of domestic abuse, mentions of blood, kissing, biting, cunnilingus, blow job, unprotected sex, sex in public places, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, open tags because its not finished yet
Thanks to @/temptedbysyn and @/hunajan for being my betas! All credit goes to Kana @/ficsforeren for implanting this brainrot inside of me with her Rockstar Eren.
Falling in Love
Chapter 1 ⇢ Going to a rock concert was never your thing. But you do, on behalf of your roomie and the night takes some interesting turns.
Chapter 2 ⇢ After Dabi takes you back to his hotel room, you’re in for the night of your life. But the morning after is not like you expected.
Chapter 3 ⇢ After your first night with Dabi, you don’t hear back from him for days. When you do, you share a wonderful time together. But is he ready to face his own feelings?
Chapter 4 ⇢ Having witnessed Dabi cheating on you live on television, you ignore him completely. Until you’re invited to a party by Tenko and meet up with him again.
Chapter 5 ⇢ You reconciled with Dabi, joining him on his tour. But are the other band members just as excited about it as Dabi is?
Chapter 6 ⇢ Joining Rockstar Dabi on tour, you both finally have the much-needed time to get to know each other better
Chapter 7 ⇢ Getting ready for your first concert with the LoV, Dabi sure takes your mind off of things. But, what does his bandmate Keigo say to all of that?
Chapter 8 ⇢ the first concert proves to be fun and entertaining, but behind the scenes tension is coming to an explosive peak between Dabi, Keigo and you
Chapter 9 – in progress
Chapter 10 – in progress
More chapters? Could be.
LoV Music, Art and Merch - The Platinum Collection
It’s long but it’s 100% worth it
━━━ ❝...and i hit it, like it's all mine...❞
↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader 18+
"Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it." ― J. Kenner, CM
content ; ༄ sexual content, modern/highschool au, all characters are 18+, fem!reader, soft/mean!dom gojo, he’s got a dirty mouth with a tongue piercing so beware, dirty talk, praising (lotsss of praising), brat!gojo, missionary, slight pussyjob (could squint for this one), virgin!reader, he teases you a lot in here (makes fun of you bc you make it so fun to), playful bickering, massive amount of sexual tension (i took laps around my room while writing this...that should say enough) & a cute ending ᰔ
w.c ; ༄ shhh, just know it’s pretty long so go grab some popcorn and some other snacks with a coke or something bc you might be here a while (srsly, heed my warning. it’s filled with sexual tension before the smut but…it’s a journey so stay with me)
↳ note from syn ; ༄ it feels like a millennia since i’ve put any work out (when in actuality, it’s only been a few weeks help) but this piece of work has been in the writing shop for a month, and i’ve finally managed to finish it! very pleased with the final product, and happy to share with other gojou simps like me, hehe, hope that you’ll enjoy & pls rmr to spare your girl a few reblogs and likes ୧
↳ p.s. ; ༄ can we talk about how i actually got this idea from stranger things? particularly when steve was at nancy’s house trying to help her ‘study’ but kept flirting and whatnot? i was rewatching the show at the time, saw that scene and it was like a lightbulb had went off: “i’ve gotta write this” and immediately ran to my opened docs, no joke. anyway, i typically don’t like the way i do my endings but this one has to be a favorite of mine & another special s/o to the darling light of my life that’s been such an angel at editing this little project, tysm @arcanedevil ilyily ᰔ
“What are the advantages and disadvantages to asexual reproduction?”
While Satoru laid on his side, propped up by an elbow — you were on your back, staring up at your ceiling deep in thought. It was an easy question. One you’d studied over and over along with the rest of the questions that were bound to be on the test Friday. The answer mocked you by giving you bits and pieces except the completed puzzle itself. You could practically see the right answer floating in front of your face but you were having trouble recovering enough of it to say it out loud.
Satoru stared at you, visibly able to see the wheels turning in your head as you fought to find the final answer to the question. It was amusing for him, tonguing the inside of his cheek and glancing down at the back of the flash card, catching the full answer written down in your pretty handwriting. It wasn’t nearly as hard as you were making it out to be but he took you being stuck as a result of him being in your presence, as a distraction.
Maybe a bit egotistical, but probably right either way.
“Having trouble? Do you want a hint?” He asked and you drifted your head to the side to look at him, annoyance settling in your eyebrows. He was clearly teasing you. How annoying.
“No,” you muttered, rolling your eyes back to the ceiling facing you. “I know the answer.”
“Okay. Then what is it?”
“Advantages are that it’s quicker and you don’t need a mate.”
He smirked, licking his lips. “And?”
You sighed, lazily crossing your arms over your stomach and chest. “There’s no genetic variation.” You reconnected your eyes back with his, grinning. “Organisms can’t adapt.”
“Hm,” he nodded, tossing the card aside, your eyes following the action. “As dumb as you may look,” he skillfully dodged the hit he knew was coming from you at that, laughing. “–you’re actually a little smart.”
“So I was right,” you stated, leaving no room for him to counter it.
With a devious twinkle in his azure eyes, he nodded again and you did a mini fist pump into the air.
“Alright, give me another one.”
He groaned, switching to lay on his stomach, face smushing against the warmth of his arm as he continued looking at your profile. Without his usual dark shades on, his pretty snowy white hair fell over his eyes, thankfully putting some sort of shield between you and his heated gaze. “I’m bored. Plus, we’ve gone through the flashcards at least twice now. Wanna do something that isn’t gonna put me to sleep or bore me to death.”
A tiny part in you was willing to make room in your anti-satoru heart to feel a bit sorry for him. For the past hour and a half, he'd been diligently assisting you with study. He did complain a few times, but for the most part, he stayed engaged. That was shocking on its own but didn't he deserve a little praise? Maybe even a little reprieve from working so hard to help you.
He wasn't usually this helpful so you decided to cut him some slack.
He definitely deserved it.
Then, he got an idea.
You didn’t even need to look at him to know it either. The evil chuckle was enough to make you groan this time, awaiting the hellish idea that was about to tumble out of his mouth. “Hmm, since you’re so smart, you’d know that it’s been scientifically proven that sex is a good way to boost your energy. Might even help you study better.”
Welp.
That didn't last long.
When you (unfortunately) decided to look back at him, he slipped you a wink that almost made you want to jump out of your window; no parachute needed. Just the cold hard ground that would be cushioned by freshly cut grass that was, in no way, going to prevent your body from taking every bit of the fatal impact. You wouldn’t make the fall of course but that was the best part about it. You wouldn’t want to. Not if it meant you’d survive only to be thrown back into the same reality that he lived in.
“Satoru, you sound crazy. Sex does not help you study better,” You corrected him, “And not just that,” he began to pout, picking at the fluffy blanket you two were laying on. “I don’t go around having as much sex as everyone else. I want to actually focus on getting into the college that we talked about. Is that something you’ve even thought of?”
“You’re so mean,” he mumbled in a small tone that almost made you roll your eyes for the nth time tonight. “I, the victim, feel a little cornered right now.” He dodged your question but it wasn’t like you didn’t already know the answer. Of course he wasn’t worried about college right now. No, he was much too tied up into thinking about how he was going to make next week a living hell for you.
“Gonna take that as a no,” you said, sitting up and stretching your arms out with a small sigh. Your back cracked along with your fingers as you took the time to release the tension in them too. “I think we’re done for the night.”
That made him pop up with you, trying to push some of his hair back from his eyes that only ended up flopping back into its original place. “What? We’re done already?”
“Didn’t you just say that you were getting bored? Clearly.”
“Ugh,” When he fell back against the bed, on his back this time, you didn’t mean to ogle the way his shirt rode up. Just from the peek of skin you got, you’d counted at least four little moles that laid across his lower stomach, one nearing his bellybutton. Why was his shirt even unbuttoned? If either of your parents walked in right now, you’d never hear the end of it.
They were strict when it came to your friends and such but boys? They noticed everything, and judged like no other parent on the planet. You could hear them sharpening their kitchen knives right now, thinking of all the ways they could chop Satoru up into little pieces. Even was probably planning out how to spread them across Japan for extra measure.
Them walking in, and catching even a little bit of his skin was something you didn't even want to think about. You’d practically sold your soul to the devil just to get him past your parents earlier, telling them over and over again that he was just your study buddy and nothing else. It was the truth so it wasn’t like you had anything to hide. Your unlocked door served proof of that but Satoru…was a one man show. He did whatever he wanted to do, blowing off all of the consequences that came with each and every single one of his bad decisions. In this case, each of those bad decisions were going to reflect on you and you didn’t want to be grounded for the next four years.
Or maybe a lifetime this time. Who could tell with parents like yours.
“If I keep helping with you with these stupid flashcards,” he mumbled and you gave him a look, growing irritated the more you had to hear his voice. “–can I stay?”
An eyebrow of yours rose almost to your hairline, “Did you just call my flashcards stupid?”
He snickered, turning over onto his side so that he was able to rest his cheek against his palm, staring you down with his mystical blue eyes. Why did he have to forget his shades at home? It felt like torture being pinned down by such abnormally beautiful eyes. As if you’d ever tell him that out loud. The torturous teasing was surely to follow you well into college if so.
“Well?” He pressed, ignoring your obvious disdain for the way he regarded your excessive need to study a moment ago.
With a final exhale, having zero patience left for him, you shrugged.
“Why not?”
“What are the 3 parts of a nucleotide?”
Satoru had his head hanging off of the edge of your bed while you were sitting next to him, a leg crossed over the other.
For a while, he’d been a little preoccupied with lifting up your short skirt since you were so close to him but after swatting him rather hard, he settled for actually paying attention instead of going home with a red bruise later. Looking like he’d gotten beaten up just wasn’t worth a two second peek at your underwear.
“Easy,” you said with a knowing smile, making him smirk. “Phosphate group, Deoxyribose sugar and Nitrogen base. Right?“
“Mmm, someone doesn’t sound very confident. If you aren’t totally sure, why did you smile?” He teased and you were forced to look back at him, holding your ground.
“I am confident. Just wanna make sure since this test is gonna count for half of my grade.”
He nodded, “Fair. You’re right, by the way.” He flicked the card from his long, slender fingers, letting it bounce across the carpeted floor, towards your desk against the wall. You weren’t meant to stare, but you caught a few moles that were also on his hands, some lying in between his fingers that were as equally distracting as the stupid smile on his face, catching you staring right at him.
You snapped your head back down at your hands laid in your lap and he moved on, the smirk never leaving his plushy lips.
“Ooo, we’ve got a good one here.” The playful tone of his voice piqued your interest as you tuned back into the questionnaire. “Give me the definition of selective breeding.”
You felt your ears burn at the way he’d said ‘breeding’, catching the implication behind it. It was so incredibly childish but his voice had always been a sort of guilty pleasure of yours. Again, not something you’d actually tell him out loud. Seemed a bit outlandish to even say something like that to him when you knew he’d only take it and run with it. He acted like he had an ego almost bigger than anyone you’d ever met. You’d only play right into his hands that were so unfairly pretty. Palms much larger than your own with fingers long enough to reach a lot of hidden parts in yo–
“Um,” you shuddered in a breath that he naturally didn’t miss, and tried to focus back on the question. “It’s where select parents with desired traits mate. Where…organisms are purposely crossed?”
Satoru chuckled deeply, subconsciously causing your thighs to tighten together. He licked his lips and looked down at your legs where your skirt stopped, hungrily eating up the sight that you were oh so willingly giving him. He clicked his tongue ring back and forth between his teeth, the sound tempting you to look at it but you kept your eyes down, almost holding your breath to make sure you got the question right.
He blew out a breath, and looked back down at the card, “Such a smart girl. You’re right again.”
You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose because you were obviously being tested by the universe itself. This was far worse than torture. It was like being set on fire with no water in sight to help put you out.
And Satoru was the cause of it all.
The pet name only served to make the situation worse for you, but you were strong. Had the will of an ox, even. You weren’t going to be taken down by the likes of him. So you pulled yourself together, internally, and opened your eyes to settle them back onto his, who looked to be waiting for your response patiently.
“Thanks. Next?”
Studying only lasted so long until he began to get restless with the endless questions and answers and more questions with more answers. He got bratty when he got bored, and it was the last thing you wanted to deal with. So, he trudged on to your brother’s old room to play the xbox while you stayed in your room to do a little more studying.
Though it was a blessing in disguise that you were finally left alone to your own version of quiet studying, you couldn’t swallow down the incessant desire to be back in the same room as Satoru.
You’d begun to miss his annoying voice, as dreadful as it was to admit. He wasn’t always so bothersome. He was just really good at getting under your skin and oftentimes, you let him. He got a kick out of getting you angry, but sometimes you tried to suck it up because the last thing you ever wanted to do was bring him any sort of joy.
It was like a rule, of some sort, for you.
Satoru was a…good friend of yours. It didn’t happen by choice. Rather, he’d sort of forced himself into your life and became someone pretty important to you. He wasn’t nearly as bad as some girls have said. He wasn’t a player nor did he actually have as much sex as everyone else wanted to believe. Every bit of his personality fit the description of a fuckboy but he was far from it. He did have a couple of girlfriends in the past but they all couldn’t handle the moments he stopped being funny, loud, and obnoxiously flirty. They wanted the Satoru that they saw around school, not the nervous boy alone with a girl. Face red, and slightly awkward.
He had his moments where he got sad sometimes, cried out his frustrations and just wanted to be alone. There were only a handful of people within his close, tight knitted circle, that were able to handle his back and forth moods. You were one of them.
Satoru got misunderstood quite a lot. It was understandable considering no one outside of his circle actually understood him the way you all did. The constant misconceptions of him, and what his life was like outside of school was nauseating to always hear about. He didn’t have loving parents or any siblings to lean on when things got bad at home. He just had his friends and even then did they often make him feel a tad bit alone.
Without fail though, you were always there. Through the bad and through the good. He knew he could be a real handful but he appreciated the fact that none of what he could ever say or do to you could ever make you run away from him. He didn’t need instability. He needed structure and a promise. A promise that you and the others weren’t going to ever give up on him. He looked at himself as a burden; a project. A constant problem that always needed fixing. Except…you never saw him that way. Sure, he could be annoying, loud and obnoxiously flirty but those things were what made him, him.
You kind of liked those things about him.
Satoru made you smile, and that was all that mattered.
After several minutes of lying on your bed and finding yourself re-reading the same questions over and over again, you decided that your own presence was beginning to feel never ending.
With an aggravated huff, you tossed your cards to the side and scooted out of bed, stomping towards your brother’s room.
Thankfully, your brother was a little older than you, and had chosen to live on campus when he left for college last year. Even so, his room was the same way he’d left it the day he went away. It was cleaned up, but not much of it had changed.
When you walked into the room, the sound of constant tapping at buttons and grunts met your curious ears, catching sight of Satoru sitting at the end of the twin bed, leaned forward with a controller in his hands. His eyebrows were pushed together in concentration, legs spread to give his long limbs enough room to smash all of the right buttons in time. The muscles and tendons underneath his creamy skin flexed with each tap at a button while the veins in his arms and forearms pulsed and bulged, prominently. There were even veins along the tops of his hands that made it extremely hard to look away from.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, releasing a deep sigh with a fallen look on his face. “Did I just die? After all of that? Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Then he noticed you by the door and smirked, head tilted. “Funny seeing you here. What? Finally got tired of studying?”
With an obvious pout on your lips, you padded over to him. “Move,” you mumbled, knocking your hip softly against his arm. He grunted and scooted a bit to the side to give you enough room to join him on the bed. With a drawn out breath, you shrugged sitting down next to him. “My head felt like it was going to explode.” You looked at the tv screen before you, a look of confusion on your face. You pointed to the screen, “What are you playing anyway?”
Satoru set the controller in his lap and leaned back on his hands, looking you over in a not-so-friendly way. It made your heart speed up, and you couldn’t understand why.
“Mortal Kombat 11. Wanna play?”
Your face scrunched up and he couldn’t help but cough out a laugh that tempted the tugging at your lips for a smile of your own.
“Well I guess I got my answer then.”
He switched off the game and laid flat on the bed, biting at his bottom lip. You decided to join him, finding the ceiling of your brother’s room to be a little more interesting than your own.
“By the way, are you a virgin?”
His question was so sudden and random that if you were standing, there was no doubt you would’ve felt your knees buckle because what kind of question was that? Not to mention, random as hell. He knew almost everything about you. You couldn’t exactly pull that kind of conversation from your memory but surely you’d talked about it before. With him, no less.
Right?
“Satoru…”
He chuckled, looking at you with soft blues. “What? Can’t I ask a question? I mean, you act so prissy. Then you’ve got those weirdly cute stuffed animals in your room. Let’s not even talk about the type of underwear you wear. I mean, granny panties? Really?”
Your mouth dropped open, staring at his side profile now as he smirked, feeling your eyes on him. “Did you go through my drawer?” His silence was telling. You smacked his chest and he rubbed at it, laughing now. “You did! Fuckin’ pervert! What’s the matter with you? And…yeah. I’m a virgin. Why do you care?”
His eyebrows shot up past his fringe, giving you a surprised yet curious look, “So I was right. What‘s keeping you from exploring that?”
“It’s hard for me to trust someone in that way. The person needs to be special…At least, that’s how I think anyway.”
“Fascinating…” He stared at you, eyes glazed over with interest now. Like he was wanting to know more. It made you look away, choosing to stare anywhere that wasn’t at him. “Would you let me pop your cherry? Since we’re close and all, and not total strangers.”
With a dead look, you glared at him. “Over my dead body.”
“Not even if I was the last man on earth?”
“Not even if you were the last man on earth. I’d become one with nature and die a virgin.”
“Liar.”
You laughed, “I’m not lying. Unlike everyone else, I don’t need sex to survive,” clearly teasing him.
Satoru hummed, placing his hands behind his head as he settled his gaze back on the ceiling. There was a playful smile on his face now and you couldn’t look away for some reason.
“You may not need it but, I don’t believe you don’t want it.”
Of course you wanted it. Porn existed, if he didn’t forget. You spent most of your childhood watching different things, trying to figure out what you liked and why you liked it. As you got older, the content started to shift to…darker things that you realized was beyond the gates of vanilla sex. Nothing major, but it definitely wasn’t something you ever wanted your parents to ever know about. Not even Satoru.
Sex had always been something you were curious about. It was all people in high school talked about and catching people behind the school during certain periods was more than you needed to see (or hear about). There was even that time you caught Suguru jerking off in his room. You needed a quiet place to study and Satoru wanted you near him so he chose to invite you over to his Suguru's house. The library would have sufficed, but Satoru didn’t have a quiet bone in his body. He would’ve been kicked out so Suguru's house worked the same.
You were told you could go anywhere in the big house except for Suguru’s room, which — why in the world would you go in there?
After some time spent studying, you needed to use the bathroom and once Satoru told you where it was, you headed down the hall towards it. Going to the bathroom, you were forced to pass Suguru’s room and wasn’t going to think much about it until you heard a strange groan coming from it.
Too curious for your own good, you stopped in your tracks and pressed an ear against the wood to see if it was going to happen again.
It did, and it was a bit louder this time.
It clearly sounded like a deep groan.
It was so quiet you were able to hear the other sounds coming from the room, and concluded that he was probably masturbating or something. Not willing to listen to any more of it, you tiptoed the rest of the way to the bathroom and shut yourself in, locking the door behind you. You would’ve been an idiot to deny how attractive Suguru was.
Thankfully it was Suguru and not Satoru because your friendship was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you needed the mental image of him jerking off to make it any weirder.
Still, you wondered what he looked like underneath the clothing he was forced to wear since the school had a uniform policy. You figured it wasn’t weird to think about since it wasn’t in a sexual sense. You were just curious. He probably didn’t shave like that so maybe he was natural, trimmed even. He couldn’t have been no more than six inches or so. Very veiny in the arms and hands so there was that. Satoru definitely wasn’t anything extravagant so you stopped your thinking there, and let it be the last time you ever went down that rabbit hole.
“You’re right,” you admitted, rubbing your socked feet on the rug. “I want to have sex eventually and if I see someone I’m attracted to, I have those kind of thoughts but I’ve never acted on them.” When you locked eyes with him, his were void of any teasing. Like he was genuinely paying attention to you now. “I mean, I can have sex with anyone in the world but meeting someone I connect with on a deeper level and letting them in like that — it’s a different feeling. Having sex with someone you just met won’t feel nearly as good as doing it with someone you really love and care for. Does that make sense?“
“It does,” Satoru muttered, stunned by the way you think about sex and the real meaning behind it. He was impressed. “I get it. I wish I could say I know what that feels like but…”
His past relationships weren’t anything like he once dreamed they’d be. He didn’t have high expectations but he thought he was going to at least taste what a real connection was like. He felt deprived of something he felt he was owed by now. Not given the chance to explore a feeling like that.
You watched him look back up at the ceiling, a clear focused expression on his face. It made you feel a bit bad for him.
“Toru…”
A lopsided grin split across his face, pretty blue eyes falling back on you, “Toru? That’s a cute nickname. Did you just come up with that?”
“I’m…” you blinked and chose to look away, feeling fire creep up your neck towards your face. “I’m not answering that.”
“You get shy when you have to tell the truth,” he commented, sitting up and straightening his spine, the grin morphing into an irritating smirk. “So that means you did just come up with it. Awh, is it because you feel sorry for me? Hm?”
The way he leaned his face towards yours made you want to run away but you refused to give him that sort of satisfaction. He was just your friend. An annoying one at that. His little tricks and games never could work on you. You weren’t about to let them start either.
You sat up too and turned your body to face him. narrowing your eyes, “Yeah. I did. So what?”
“So,” He drew out the word, a hand pushing into the mattress that was near your hip, tempting eyes flickering down at your lips for a split second. “–it’s kind of a turn on.”
“You’re weird,” your reply fell off towards the last word as you started scooting back on the bed the more he moved towards you. “Satoru–”
“Yeah?” He crawled up with you, caging the lower half of your body with his own, “What? Scared?”
You sputtered out a laugh that sounded more nervous than dismayed of the situation. “Me? Scared? Yeah, right. You're not the least bit scary.”
“Is that right?”
Before you could’ve made it to the headboard, you were pulled back down by your hips to the middle of the bed. Satoru chuckled at the high pitched sound you made out of surprise but when your eyes met his eyes again, you glared at him.
“Are you enjoying this?”
He looked elsewhere for a moment, humming to himself like he needed to actually think about that. You rolled your eyes when his conniving blue eyes settled back down on you.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
There was no way for you to get away when he was straddling your waistline and still had his hands at your hips. You didn’t waste time thinking about that, rather, you chose to divert the conversation to a safer place in hopes he’d laugh and move off of you because it was back. That evil thing called sexual tension was in the room again and it was back with a vengeance. As if the intense throbbing in between your legs wasn’t proof enough.
“Hey, Suguru’s having a party Friday night right?” You asked him and thankfully for you, his expression blurred into a bright one.
“Oh yeah, he is!” Then the smirk was back. “Why? You thinkin’ about going this time?”
You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest, “Who, me? Fuck no. I heard his parties include alcohol and drugs. My parents would literally kill me if I went anywhere near any of that.”
Satoru blew out a breath, rolling his eyes. “God, your parents are nauseating. Why do you try so hard to be so good for them?” He then leaned down, hands sliding up your shirt that made you shiver a bit. His eyes darkened and you couldn’t help but look back. “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be their innocent daughter? I know I am. It’s all fake, you know.”
You frowned, forgetting where his hands were, too taken by the subject of the conversation now, “Fake? What do you mean?“
He shrugged, hands stopping where they were, “Dunno. I mean, you walk around like you aren’t a slut.” Your mouth fell open and he grinned. “We all know you are. May be a virgin but you aren’t foolin’ anyone. Least of all, me.”
“That’s a lie,” you snapped back. “A slut? I make excellent grades, wear my uniform the right way,” he huffed out a small laugh, knowing you were referring to him and the majority of the school that always got in trouble for wearing their uniforms in different fashions that weren’t allowed. “–and stay out of everyone’s way. I even eat by the library where no one ever goes. So how am I fake and a slut?”
"Said you were a slut, not a good girl. We all know that."
Satoru’s cerulean eyes swept over your rigid figure, finding your sudden hostility very telling. He leaned back up on his knees and placed your legs at either side of his waist, making you shudder out another rocky breath, watching him.
“Satoru, what are you–”
“You probably think you’re above everyone at school, huh?” His sudden question made you close your mouth, blinking up at him, confused. His hands ran down the side of your thighs all the way to your knees and calves, fingers dipping into your soft skin. “It’s funny because you’re just like us, just quieter about it. I mean, understandable since you’re so meek but don’t look down on everyone just because we aren’t afraid to be who we really are. True to ourselves, I mean.”
Your lips continued to part as if you wanted to say something but you couldn’t really get your thoughts together. As much as you wanted to argue him down, telling him that he was wrong, there was a bit of truth to his words.
It seemed that it was easy to tell who you really were on the inside. How Satoru of all people could tell was beyond you.
It made you wonder if everyone else knew. If they knew what you liked doing in your free time, liked watching or even listening to... It made you feel embarrassed because you knew it was something you couldn’t go around talking about, but it was something you liked. You figured that no one needed to know but you. No one would even understand. Least of all, Satoru.
He’d only make it his mission to tease you about it. It wasn’t something you wanted to broadcast so you stayed quiet about it.
“Look at you,” he cooed, tongue peeking out past his lips to wet them, still smirking. “What? Thinkin’ about how you’re going to get past this conversation? We’re already here so you might as well spit it out.” He then leaned down, still in between your legs, chest almost touching yours. His thin silver chain fell out past the collar of his shirt, dangling close to your face, his eyes boring into yours with evil curiosity. “Tell me what kind of slut you are. So quiet, so mysterious,” he chuckled at the frozen-in-time look on your face, “There’s more than what meets the eye, am I right?”
“You’re right.”
He blinked, watching your bottom lip quiver. Then he sighed, his minty breath hitting you right in the face.
“Of course I am, but that’s not what I wanna hear.”
His pretty blue eyes pinched into slits before he dove down to your neck, finding your annoying collar in the way of where he wanted to be. Another sigh erupted from his lips and then you felt his hands slither their way to your chest, causing your breath to stutter.
“Satoru–”
“Shhh,” he quieted you, a short smile trying to tug at his lips, still by your neck. “If you’re too noisy, your parents will come rushing in like someone’s hurting you. Stay quiet for me. M’not gonna do anything to you.” His pierced tongue took a swipe at your earlobe, teeth playfully catching the end of it earning a soft gasp from you. “Yet.”
Never in your life did you ever see yourself in this sort of position with him. He was a flirt, that was a fact, but to make such a bold move on you was unforeseeable. Didn’t see it coming. In fact, you had the belief that he wasn’t ever interested in you in that way. He teased you a lot. Joked with you, always called you his ‘buddy’ and never made any sort of clear advances towards you that told you he wanted more than what you two had.
Granted, Satoru was just downright confusing, to say the least.
To your knowledge, he didn’t hang around a bunch of girls or went around having sex with everybody. He was pretty popular and hung around a lot of people that considered him a friend (but not any of his). Even still, he was just the class clown that somehow still made fairly good grades. He was cool with the teachers and sometimes got special treatment from them when it came to missing assignments. Still, as outgoing as he was, he didn’t flirt with many girls. Most went around school talking about how he stopped them in the hall to ask if they wanted to fuck after the next class period but they were all clearly lies. He wasn’t that sort of guy so if you thought about it, what made you so special?
The kind of flirting you’d seen him do at school was light hearted and mostly compliments rightfully owed to pretty girls in nice outfits or when their hair was neatly done. Even commented on their makeup but let them mistake his polite flattery for something more.
With you, it was different. He treated you like one of the guys and it was fine with you but the way he was acting now…something was different. Like, really different.
What if he didn’t flirt the way he did with you with other girls at school because you meant something else to him? That he’d already found what he was looking for and no longer needed to look elsewhere? It felt like a stretch but you knew Satoru by now. You were aware of how he acted and what was weird and what wasn’t.
You couldn’t figure it out but maybe if things continued on, you wouldn’t have to.
He’d just end up showing you.
Satoru’s fingers began to unbutton your shirt one at a time, feeling yours try to move his hands away. It was useless but once he was done, he captured your smaller hands in just one of his larger ones, keeping you from interfering with his plans with you.
“Don’t you trust me?” He asked you but you still couldn’t see his face since he hadn’t moved from his place close to your neck. “Because I trust you,” he added, voice falling into a whisper.
When you felt the cold tip of his tongue ring run across your neck, you visibly shivered and felt him press a soft kiss to your warm skin, breathing in your familiar scent. Without your hands to push him away, you were left with nothing but to remain there and hope that he wasn’t planning on going any further than this. Your legs were still spread out around his hips, but you were unable to use them.
“Satoru, maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.”
He pulled back with a slight frown on his face, forgetting about teasing you. “And why’s that?” He felt like his previous answer had been answered, just with an answer he wasn’t expecting to get.
You looked back at him until you couldn’t anymore, choosing to settle your gaze elsewhere that wasn’t directed towards him.
“I don’t trust anyone. Not like that.”
“Or you just don’t trust me.” His face became expressionless. He stared at you until the silence got underneath his skin. When he rose up away from you, it felt like you were able to breathe again except it didn’t feel as rewarding as it should’ve. It probably had something to do with the aura of rejection that began to radiate off of him, permeating the air around you. “Doesn’t really bother me. Couldn’t care less honestly.”
He moved away from you and was back at the edge of the bed, his broad back facing you now.
You laid there for a moment until you sat up, biting into your lip.
It wasn’t like you lied to him. It was true. You didn’t trust anyone because everyone had the ability to hurt someone, no matter who they were to them. As unfair as it was (and sounded), it was the reason you couldn’t allow yourself to fully trust anyone.
Not even Satoru.
You didn’t even see the problem. You trusted him to be as honest as he could be but as far as trusting him? Without reservation? It was impossible. That was asking you for far too much and somehow — it made you feel responsible for his flattened mood even when it shouldn't have.
“Satoru…”
He didn’t make a move to indicate that he’d even heard you. In fact, if you listened hard enough, you could hear quiet tapping. It sounded like the sound of him texting and it made you curious to know who he could’ve been talking to while being with you right now.
So with that newfound curiosity, you began to crawl over to him, near his shoulder. The bed shook and dipped with each movement of yours so you knew that he knew you were going over to him but that still didn’t grab his attention.
When you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing, you were right.
He was texting someone.
Someone like his other best friend, Suguru.
If he was truly aware that you were there next to him, that didn’t stop him from telling his friend what was really on his mind.
All about you.
— Sugu
so…you do like her? why not just tell her that
— Sato
no point. she doesn’t even trust me
not gonna waste anymore of my time on it tbh
it’s all bullshit
— Sugu
cmon man :/ you’ve been at this since freshman year
kept so many dudes from trying to talk to her and now you wanna give up?
lameee
— Sato
how am i lame tho?
even if i tried asking her out she’d just say no bc of our friendship or something like that
should’ve not even come over here ngl
— Sugu
u don’t mean that :(
— Sato
you pickin me up or what
— Sugu
man…don’t wanna get in the middle of all that but
yea
sure, wtv
be there in 20
— Sato
thx man
owe you one
— Sugu
damn fuckin straight you do
You scooted back from Satoru, falling back on your rump, trying to digest the conversation you’d just snooped in on.
If he liked you as much as you could clearly tell that he did, then trust wasn’t the problem. If your memory was going to serve you right, his apprehension towards expressing his true feelings for you had to do with something completely different.
And you knew exactly what that was.
— flashback.
It was a study group day.
Both Satoru and Suguru came over your house that Friday afternoon as per usual with their heavy backpacks over their shoulders, lips turned downwards from walking in the exhausting heat for the fifteen minutes that it took for them to get there. Naturally, if you had talked with your parents beforehand about them coming over, they would’ve said no. Two boys and one girl in a large house, alone? Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly in any way, shape or form you tried to put it for them to understand. Therefore, you told them nothing. All they knew was that you were home, alone.
So, the boys were forced to ditch their motorcycles back at their respective homes and walk the entire way to your house under the unforgiving hot afternoon sun. It was to only make sure that if your parents did come home early, they wouldn’t come back to find evidence of Satoru and Suguru at the house.
To make up for it, you presented them with ice cold freshly squeezed lemonades at the door. They didn’t waste any time downing each of their glasses, Satoru unashamedly asking for another one before the two fled up the stairs to your room to wait for you.
Since you were in the kitchen finishing up the sandwiches you were working on before they arrived, the boys made themselves comfortable on your fluffy rug that rested in the middle of the room.
It was feathery and white, something both you and Suguru always teased looked like Satoru’s hair everytime you two thought about it.
Satoru didn’t mind. He liked the attention either way.
“Sooo,” Suguru drew out, pulling out a few textbooks from his bag he’d need to study for the class he was most anxious about. Satoru slurped at his lemonade while on his stomach, scrolling through his social media feed. “Have you talked to her about it yet?”
“Huh?” Satoru glanced up at his friend, an eyebrow peaked with interest. “Talk about what?”
“You know…The locker room situation?”
“Ah,” Satoru smirked and set the glass aside, resting his chin on his arm as he went back to scouring through his insta. “That.”
Suguru gave him a look, “Yeah. That.”
“Nah, I haven’t.” Satoru grunted as he turned over onto his back, stretching his arms out in front of him with his phone still in hand. He got a text message and quickly went to text the person back. “No reason, really. She probably forgot all about it. No big deal.”
Suguru shook his head at his friend’s incredible ability to miss the signs that were clearly in his face.
“Yeah, I doubt that.”
When the ‘whoosh’ sound of his text message was sent, Satoru placed the cellular device on his stomach and stared up at the ceiling.
“I don’t. She hasn’t mentioned it so why should I?”
“Why would she? It was awkward, I’m sure.” Suguru leaned against the side of your bed, flipping through one of the textbooks for his bookmarked page. “I mean, she likes you but she’s shy. Then we’re friends so I think she’s been quiet about it because maybe she doesn’t want to ruin things. Not like you two dating would, honestly. Should just fuck and get it over with.”
Satoru frowned, feeling his ears burn, quickly sitting up. His mouth was agape when Suguru looked up at him causing his friend to snicker out a full laugh, shaking his head. “Clueless as fuck.”
“Who are you callin’ clueless? What do you mean?”
“How am I clueless?”
“And why are you laughing?”
“Hey!”
Suguru continued to laugh his ass off, head falling back to rest against the top of your bed. Satoru crawled over and kept firing off questions until both of them heard the door creak open.
You tiptoed in with a platter of sandwiches you’d made and it completely made Satoru forget what the previous conversation was even about as he stood up and ambushed you. He took several little ready-made sandwiches, shoving one in his mouth to leave extra room for his hands. Then, he hobbled back over to his spot on the floor, munching eagerly like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
Your cute frown at his impolite actions was noticed by Suguru who stood up and calmly walked towards you with a gentle smile. You smiled back when you felt one of his hands ruffle your hair.
“Don’t worry about him. Some pets come untrained,” he smirked and your eyes fell on Satoru who glared at Suguru’s back with an evil eye, still working on the sandwich he had in his hand. “We’ll teach him some manners. Then, you won’t have to worry about him running around here like he owns the place. Right?”
Under his gaze, you felt a bit small. To be fair, you felt small with both of them since they were at or over six feet. It was the way he looked at you. Eyes as dark as the midnight sky, peering down into yours, holding them with ease. He didn’t even have to work for the way you looked down at the platter in your hands, shying away from his intimidating stare. He simply hummed, a smirk still on his face, and grabbed a beautifully made sandwich from the tray.
You looked up and he winked, “Thanks for the sandwich. Make sure to eat some too, yeah?” and bit into it as he walked back to his own spot near your bed.
You stood there, heart beating irrationally against your chest, staring after him. It didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru who bitterly bit into his next sandwich, ripping his eyes away from you two to his phone again. He began grumbling under his breath about nonsense that Suguru couldn’t decipher but he had a few of his own ideas.
His plan was set and in motion.
The next hour and a half flew by.
It was hard to get any actual studying in when Satoru kept asking questions about the smallest things. Sometimes, it felt like he was doing it on purpose just to bother you from your focus.
Suguru was sitting closer to him so anything he needed help on understanding, his friend was there ready to slide any info he needed. Except, Suguru wasn’t who Satoru wanted the ‘help’ from. He wanted you to give him the answers, leaning so close into his personal space, able to smell your floral perfume. But no. He was stuck with Suguru who only gave him three worded answers for things he needed zero actual help on.
He couldn’t help but groan, shoving his face in the textbook he was holding.
You giggled, looking up at him. “Giving up already?”
Satoru peeked over the top of the book, blue eyes wide, “I can do that?”
You sighed and smoothed out your skirt, “Sure you can but we all have tests that we really need to study for. Not to mention homework that still needs to be done. I thought you wanted to get into the same college?”
Satoru blew out a breath, pushing his long legs out in front of him to rest his book on his thighs. “I do. I really do but some of this stuff is just impossible to understand.”
Suguru pushed his glasses back up his nose, “Not really. You have to try a little harder, that’s all. It’s boring stuff, I won’t lie, but it’s what’s going to get all three of us at the right grade point average to even be considered for the college we want to go to.”
Satoru pouted, another frown settling onto his pretty face as he wiggled his toes from the inside of his white socks.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Satoru,” you scooted closer to him and placed a hand on the textbook in his lap that momentarily made him think that you were actually touching his thigh instead. Oh, how he wished that was the case.
He looked at you, eyes quickly falling on your lips that looked like little pillows. “It’s hard, I know, but that’s why we do these group study sessions.” You smiled, making his heart weep in pure agony. “Whatever you need help on, we’re here. No matter how much help you need, we’re here. Understand?”
He looked at you like he was in a trance. He could smell your perfume now and it almost galvanized him into kissing you but he held himself back because what was his thinking? Kissing you? His best friend? A girl he didn’t even see like that? Maybe he was tired and needed a break. That was it.
That was all.
“Satoru?”
Your sweet voice brought him back to reality and he blinked, eyes shooting up to stare into your eyes now instead of your lips.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for several seconds until his brain short circuited.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he hurriedly said as he stood up, surprising you a little as you watched him. “Be back.”
His long limbs struggled to gain his footing but when he finally had both feet on the ground, he quickly sped walked out of the room, his shoulder hitting the door on his way out. He groaned out into the vacant hallway, grumbling to himself again in slight pain.
You couldn’t help but giggle at him for acting so weird but it wasn’t weird to Suguru. No. He understood what's been going on with his friend for a while now. It was just a matter of getting him to realize his own feelings, and he knew exactly how to do that.
“Hey,” Suguru’s voice grabbed your attention, watching him set his own book to the side as he moved closer to you. It was now or never but he needed to do this in perfect timing. His window of opportunity was in between the small moment that Satoru came back. Satoru was a jealous guy. Suguru hoped it’d work. “You’ve got a couple of bread crumbs on your face.”
“Oh, I do?” With an innocent worried look on your face, you began wiping at your lips when he caught your wrist, smiling.
“Don’t worry. I got it.”
He was so close now, you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. His eyes were drawn to your lips and it made you squirm a bit. While a hand of his was occupied with cleaning your face, he used his free hand to lightly touch your thigh.
“Stay still for me. Can’t really concentrate if you’re moving, right?”
Suguru was too good at this. Subtle movements, innocent actions, kind eyes and a casual tongue soaked in a sexual undertone. Nothing too noticeable unless he persuaded the mind to believe his interest came from another place other than wanting to simply be friendly.
It was where you were. He was so nice to you, it was hard to not see him as more than a friend. If there were truly crumbs on your face and he wasn’t using it as an excuse to get close to you, then that meant Satoru saw them but chose to not say anything. Then again, if he had…wouldn’t he have just teased you about it instead? Satoru never missed an opportunity to bug you about the littlest things. Bread crumbs on your face seemed like the perfect excuse to go about that.
As you slowly came to the realization that maybe you didn’t have anything on your face at all, Suguru pulled his hand back, his soft smile never leaving his face.
“There. All clean.”
You swallowed and gave him a smile, still trying to fight back the blood that wouldn’t stop rushing to your face, making you all hot.
“Mmm, thank you.”
“You know,” you blinked, listening. “There’s something about you…that I can’t quite put my finger on. Something about you that I really like.“
Was this really happening? Sure, you had a little crush on him but never in your life did you expect him to actually return those same feelings.
His pretty smile morphed into a devious smirk, leaning closer to you.
You made a small noise and tried to move back but forgot you were wearing socks and couldn’t fight the smooth rug underneath you, slipping with each attempt. You quickly plopped on your back and saw Suguru hover over you, arms placed at either side of your head. His long dark hair was still in its loose tie that kept most of it from falling over his shoulder but some of it began to slowly frame your face like a dark curtain. Your hands were together and against your chest, not knowing where to even put them.
“What would you say if I told you that I liked you? Hm?”
He was so much bigger and stronger than you that it felt futile to even try and move out from underneath him. Then again, it wasn’t like you had the strength to move at all with the way his eyes held you captive and in place. More importantly, if those things weren’t in your way, wouldn’t you still be lying there anyway?
One of his hands moved up to take your jaw, being careful with the way he handled you, and cooed, “I can imagine that this must be so shocking to you. I can’t tell if you’ve wanted this to happen or want me to stop altogether.”
“Please…” his eyes remained on you, trying to decipher what was on your mind. ”If you’re telling me the truth right now, don’t stop. I…I would say that I like you too.”
Suguru froze in place, unable to gather his thoughts in time to really understand if you’d figured out his plan and was just fucking with him or if you really had intense feelings for him. It didn’t make any sense. The way he watched you and Satoru go back and forth sometimes, bickering up a storm, he’d gotten the impression that you liked him back; just was too shy to say anything. He was only meant to help bring you two together, not help feed some crush he had no idea even existed on him.
Time was unfortunately not on his side as the door quickly creaked back open, Satoru standing in the doorway with a blank expression on his face.
He stood there, looking at the way his best friend was on top of his other best friend, feeling like he’d interrupted something he was never meant to walk in on. Just before your panicked eyes laid on him, he'd seen the way you were looking at Suguru. How your hands had inched towards his face like you wanted him to kiss you.
Or worse.
That you wanted to kiss him.
The way Suguru had been looking at you, it was like a stab in the back and Satoru had no clue why. So what, his friends liked each other. It wasn’t forbidden or unallowed between the three of you. Sure, it was never talked about in the first place but it was unspoken. Even so, Satoru couldn’t fight off the hands that began to wrap around his heart, intent on squeezing it until it popped within his chest. He left like he’d been hit by a truck.
It felt wrong continuing to stand there so ignoring the pleas that fell on his name, he turned around and left the room.
You didn’t understand what was going on or why Satoru left the way he did but you felt a sense of duty of figuring that out so you turned over and were about to get up and chase after him when Suguru stopped you by placing a hand at your waist.
You locked eyes with him, clearly hurt that Satoru was now hurt.
“Don’t. You won’t understand, but this is good for him. Trust me. Let him go.”
You still had the decision to go after him but you chose not to and maybe if you had…
Things would’ve made sense in the future.
— present.
“I’m gonna go,” Satoru mumbled as he stood up, stretching an arm above his head. When it popped, he let out a satisfied breath, rubbing his neck. You focused on the budding conversation, forcing yourself to step away from past memories. You began to remember the text messages you’d read moments ago and sat back up on your knees, staring at him. He gave you a strange look before he smirked, “So you know. Now what?”
You weren’t prepared for him to get right into it but then again, if he did have some sort of big crush on you for this long, what was the wait now? Might as well get right into it.
“Is that why you ran out of the room back then?” Satoru raised a brow like he wasn’t able to recollect the memory. “When you saw me and Suguru that day.”
“Oh,” he shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. I don’t really care though. I asked him if he had any feelings for you and he said no, so, you must’ve been the one to confess to him huh?”
“Yes.” His eyes fell down to the carpeted floor, biting into his lip. “I mean, I don’t…I don’t have any feelings for him anymore. I…” You fumbled with your fingers, nervously. “I like someone else.”
His pretty blues rose back up at you, fidgeting in place as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Someone else?” He huffed out a dry laugh, licking his lips. “Not that I care all that much but is it someone else I know?”
Your heart was beating uncontrollably and your skin began to sweat. You needed to make a move, ditching the thought of if it was going to be a right or wrong one. It didn’t matter because somewhere, deep inside, Satoru still liked you. You knew it. He was just too prideful to admit it to you. Either way, it was a shot, slim or not.
“Yeah. It is,” you moved towards the edge of the bed and got off of it, walking to stand in front of him. You were forced to crane your neck to look up at him, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know him very well, actually.”
A tick pressed itself against his jaw as he stared down at you. “That right…” You were so close that another step would’ve put you right up against his chest. “If it’s Nanami, I swear to god–”
“What would you do if I said it was him? Hm?”
The smirk that spread across your lips taunted him. He was trying to remain respectful but you were slowly pissing him off.
“Then I’d tell you he’s no good for someone like you.”
Your brows rose in curiosity, “Someone like me? What do you mean?” you teased him.
“I mean…” he finally closed the distance between you and him, a clear annoyed expression on his face. “You two wouldn’t fit. Maybe it would go alright in the beginning, but then…” the urge to walk backwards from him was strong but you chose to hold your ground, interested in what he was going to say next. “You’d get bored of him because that’s just how you are.” He clicked his tongue, “You’re hard to please. I would be surprised if you two lasted a week together.”
As if he snapped the string of tension in the air, he backed away and yawned.
“But, go ahead and entertain that if you wanna. Like I said, don’t care.”
“Liar,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. “You do care but you’re too scared to actually admit that.”
He sputtered out a small laugh, intrigued by the conversation again. “Yeah? Okay. I’ll bite. So I care. I don’t want you to date him.” His eyes narrowed in on you, walking back towards you. “In fact, I don’t want you to date anyone but me.” You stepped back, hopefully to keep some space between the two of you but it didn’t work. He kept closing it every single time. “I want you all to myself.” He snorted, disregarding how you were back to the edge of the bed now, almost falling back on it. “If that makes me selfish, then I guess I am. Gojou Selfish Satoru.” He smirked before taking a breath in. “Kinda has a ring to it, don’t you think?”
The last step he made towards you had you assuredly falling onto the bed, gasping out from the sudden impact. He didn’t let it stir him from messing with you as he leaned down, face centimetres from yours.
“And I’m not scared, by the way.” His eyes went from yours to your lips, then back up with a fire in them. “I just wanted to see if you’d finally admit that you like me back.“
Your mouth dropped open, “What?”
He chuckled, amused. “Did you think you were going to beat me at my own game? You’re dumber than I thought.” When he stood back up, he was standing in between your legs, gazing down at you with a lazy smirk on his face like there was something clearly funny about the situation that you now found yourself in.
“Game? What are you talking about? I…When did I say that I’ve got feelings for you? I don’t!”
He nodded, hands finding themselves back in the comfort of his pockets. “Mmm, yeah sure. Whatever you say, princess.”
You gritted your teeth, smoke practically coming out of your ears. “Don’t call me that and I don’t like you. Who could ever like someone so conceited as you? Cocky and over the top. Not to mention, you’re annoying and you–you talk too much!”
“Oh yeah?” His knee dipped into the mattress next to your thigh, still smirking, as he crawled on top of you. “What else?”
Your face was burning up as you moved up the bed to get away from him. “And you put on way too much cologne. You’re suffocating and have weird taste in food. I mean, who puts syrup on bread and actually eats it? It’s weird!”
“Yeah so weird right?” He mocked you, following you every bit of the way. “And it must be so hard for you to admit your feelings for me already because there’s no way you would actually like Nanami over me. I mean, you clearly have good taste in men since you were crushing on Suguru not too long ago. I’m clearly the better candidate.”
“You’re delusional,” you mumbled, back finally hitting the headboard. Your skirt was pushed up, exposing your bright underwear for him to see and what a sight it was.
“Oh, would you look at that,” his playful eyes soaked up the view of your soiled panties, teeth shining with mischief. “Already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. Cute.”
“Satoru,” you quickly grabbed a pillow and held it out in front of you like it was a weapon. Well, it could’ve been if you used it the right way. “I’m warning you. Stay away. Whatever tension or feelings you think exist between me and you, it’s wrong. You’re wrong.”
When he had his legs at both sides of yours again, he stopped moving and cocked his head to the side.
“Hm. Okay then. Prove it.“
You swallowed the ball of nerves down your throat, caught off guard. “Sorry?”
“Prove it,” he repeated again but in a lower octave, staring you down. “Prove that you don’t like me back and I’ll stop messing with you. What’s the harm? If you’re not lying, then it should be easy.“
You set the pillow aside, and considered his proposal.
If you weren’t lying then it should be easy, right?
You knew your own feelings. It just wasn’t the right time. Well, none of this was.
Maybe you just needed to convince him to believe it.
Shouldn’t be too hard, right?
“Fine. Whatever. If it’s that important to you.“
With a smug look on his face, he watched you tug his face down close to yours by the nape of his neck, awaiting your next move. The both of you were staring at each other with the air so still, it could’ve been cut through with a knife. Instead, it dangled between you two, taunting the raw sexual tension that sizzled and sparked from his eyes to yours.
The only way he was going to be able to let this go was if you made him think that you had no feelings for him. Nothing worth exploring, anyway. Flirting and joking with him was one thing but letting a relationship come in between all of that? What if things didn’t work out? Could you two rekindle a friendship again?
You couldn’t risk it. You weren’t much of a risk taker anyway. That was his thing, not yours. You looked at things logically. Made them make sense and if they didn’t, you didn’t go through with it. All of your decisions and choices were never mistakes or filled with regrets because you always made sure they were choices or decisions you wanted to make in the end. Satoru didn’t live by that rule. It was do now, think later. A sort of “ask for forgiveness, not permission” kind of guy. You were almost positive he had plenty of regrets and you didn’t want to add to it.
The staring match didn’t last much longer when you impulsively kissed him.
It was supposed to be four seconds, five tops, but for some reason…you just couldn’t pull away.
Something went wrong. Satoru’s lips weren’t supposed to be this soft. He wasn’t supposed to smell this good and he damn sure wasn’t supposed to touch you while you kissed him. Your face was being cradled in his unreasonably warm soft hands, holding you almost as delicately as a weakened flower. Lips moving slowly against yours, surprisingly without tongue. He led you the entire time and you melted against him, hating yourself for letting him win.
He was right.
How did you ever think you could beat him at his own game?
When you covered his hands with your own, you knew you’d lost.
It was a losing game right from the start wasn’t it?
When he pulled away, you were breathless but tried to recover by dipping your head down in slight shame. Things were going to change. You could feel it. You just didn’t know if it was going to be a good or bad thing.
“Hey…” he tilted your chin up to reconnect his eyes with yours, clear worry swimming around in them. So blue. So beautiful. A waking nightmare staring right back at you with no means to escape him. “Is it really that hard to acknowledge how you feel about me? I laid it all out there even when I was scared to do so. I value our friendship. I don’t want anything to mess that up but…” he shook his head, sighing. “I don’t think I can continue tiptoeing around you like I’m always on eggshells or something. Trying to act like everything’s okay when all I wanna do is kiss you and tell you how I really feel. Now you probably regret this entire thing right?”
He didn’t exactly give you time to give him a straight answer as he pulled back, running a hurried hand through his hair.
“I want this. I fuckin’ want this but I need you to want this too or it’s never going to turn into anything worth entertaining.” He stared down at you, blue eyes unwavered by the rocky emotions haphazardly running about inside of him. “So what do you want? What do you want to do?”
Which was the devil and angel on your shoulders? Your head or your heart? You couldn’t figure it out. It was why you couldn’t decide on what you wanted to do. Was Satoru worth the risk? Was he worth giving a shot? You knew him. You knew what being around him was like and how he treated girls. Albeit the rumors, you’d seen how loyal he was capable of being. How attentive he was and caring. He just could never get a handle on his emotions but everyone had a flaw or two. His flaw was just not knowing how to control his emotions but maybe that was something you could help him with. Maybe you were meant to be that balance for him. Be the water to his fire.
Maybe…
Just maybe he was worth it.
Because maybe the reward…was worth the risk.
“I…want this.”
Your voice was a little shaky, but it seemed to translate the same.
Satoru hovered his lips back over yours, breath ghosting the tip of your tongue. “Say that again.”
His hands glazed over your thighs, letting a finger hook under the cotton of your thigh highs, snapping it against your skin over and over again. You could even feel his knee push apart your legs, and press against your soaked panties, rubbing into it until you gasped out a small moan that made him groan.
“Fuck, say it again. I wanna hear you.”
“I want this.”
“Good,” he took your jaw in his free hand, forcing your lips to pucker out for him, smirking at you. “Because I wasn’t going to let you say no.”
He hungrily kissed you, not wasting any time shoving his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of you that was now his. Not Suguru’s, not Nanami’s — his.
Satoru used his free hand to travel down your soft tummy, in between your cushioned thighs. Your pretty pleas fell on sadistic ears as he peeled aside your ruined underwear, resting the pad of his index finger against your swollen clit. Teasing you there, he hummed, feeling your arms fall around his neck, holding him down. Fuck, you were so needy and didn’t even know it but, oh. He was going to make sure you got well acquainted with every part of you as well as him.
He just hoped your parents didn’t get the itch to check on the two of you because what he planned on doing to you, they didn’t need to see.
“Toru,” you broke away from the kiss, sighing out a shaky whine that pulled him back down to earth.
“Yes, baby?” Satoru smirked, feeling your face push into his neck out of embarrassment. “What? You shy now?” He kissed your earlobe, lowering his voice into a whisper, “C’mon, it’s too late for that.”
“Shut up.”
He felt your hips move up against his hand and he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ predictable, y’know that?”
He didn’t let you answer him before he gently removed your arms from around him, kissing your palms as he moved down to your chest. He stared at the bra he could clearly see through your shirt, and darted his dark blues up at you.
“Didn’t quite finish what I was doing here earlier now did I?”
Satoru continued circling at your clit while he expertly unbuttoned your shirt again with one hand. When he was finally face to face with your bra covered tits, he realized that he was much too impatient to bother with unhooking the thing so he pushed the fabric over your breasts, grinning from ear to ear as one popped out of the cup.
“Perfect.“
Mouth practically salivating, he ignored his name falling from your tongue and closed his mouth over the nipple. You quickly covered your mouth, the muffled moan spilling through your fingers as you trembled while pushing your chest against his face. He groaned, swirling his tongue over and over the sensitive bud, teething at it to get those cute squeals from you that he found to like so much.
As he played with your clit, he also realized that his fingers were long enough to multitask so he replaced his finger with his thumb, applying the same amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves, resuming the previous pace. Wasn’t like you were able to tell the difference with the way he didn’t let up from sucking at your tit, moving to give the same amount of attention to the other one.
While he worked you from the top, he trickled the remaining fingers he had free to your cunt, cursing around your nipple.
Your panties didn’t even do him any justice. You were a lot wetter than he’d seen.
Fuck.
His cock strained against his pants, wanting nothing more than to be buried in that sweet cunt you’d kept from him for so long. Even so, he was willing to be patient. The payout was going to be worth it, he was sure of it.
Satoru hummed as he let the saliva covered nipple free from his assault, looking up to see the way you were fighting to stay quiet. Chest heaving, trying to hold onto each and every single shaky breath you couldn’t keep contained by the hand you still had over your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you joined eye contact and he snorted.
“How’s that working out for you?”
He received nothing short of a nasty glare from you and dipped his head down, shoulders shaking.
“Guess I’ll have to try harder, huh?”
Deciding that your cute tits had enough for now, he shuffled down to the main event and almost groaned at the sight of his sticky fingers.
“And to think,” he opened his pale, slender fingers then closed them, repeating the action to watch your sticky arousal stretch out in view. “–that this is all for me.” His signature cocky smirk was back, and you looked away, much too embarrassed to watch him ogle your essence all over his fingers like that.
“You’re so weird,” letting your hand drop from your mouth and frowning up at the sound of distant squelching. Why was he still playing with it? “If you keep doing that, I’m leaving,” you warned, snapping your head back at him.
Satoru belted out a laugh and pulled his shirt from over his head with ease. “Fine,” he wiped the residue off with the material and you cringed, wondering if he was going to put that back on once he left later. “So now what?” He asked you, holding your gaze with nothing but lust. It was almost distracting with the way the tips of his fingers danced back onto your warm skin. “We don’t have long to play. Might have to speed things up before Su’ gets here.”
“Shit,” your eyes widened, “I forgot he was coming. Hey,” Satoru kissed your inner thighs, casually resting one on his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach. “Why don’t you call him or something? Tell him he doesn’t need to come over anymore.”
Your fingers filtered through his hair, nails lightly scratching at the roots. His pretty white lashes fluttered in response.
“I don’t know,” he released a breath before he wrapped an arm around the leg that he was giving the most attention to, “I think I like being timed. Kinda wanna see how fast I can make you cum before he gets here.” He smirked, mouthing at your thighs. You whimpered, trying to inch away but he kept his tight grip on you. You weren’t going anywhere. “That is…if your parents don’t run in here first.”
That sounded like a nightmare you wanted to avoid at all costs.
When you tugged at his hair, he laughed. “Don’t joke like that. I’d genuinely never speak to you again.”
“Ohh, and what would I do without you cutie?” He teased, stroking your leg while he moved his lips further inward. He took a deep inhale, and your ears burned. “This may sound weird, but you literally smell so fuckin’ good. I have this strong urge to eat you out for hours but fuck,” he pulled your panties back to the side again, eyeing your wet cunt. “–we just don’t have that too kinda time, do we?”
“Not only are you cringey but you talk way too much for someone that’s so close to...”
Satoru grinned, knowing what you meant but couldn’t say out loud, and looked up at you. “Mmm, don’t focus on that. Just focus on cumming on my face, yeah?”
With a roll of your eyes, you pushed his head down closer to what you knew was going to get him to finally shut up for a while, “yeah, yeah.”
The moment his lips were around your clit, your back curved off of the bed, hands instantly shooting out to grab at the sheets to anchor yourself. A mess of curses and whimpers fell from your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure that he was giving you.
It came as a surprise to you that he was this good at eating a girl out. Had he been practicing or something? It didn’t make all that much sense since he didn’t sleep around like that so where the fuck did he learn to do that with his ton–
“Mmm, ‘toru,” your face pushed into the pillow next to you, desperately trying to ignore how good it actually felt to have that annoying tongue piercing of his slide across your clit the way it was doing. How he used it to tease you as he stared up at the expression on your face, eating you up like you were his last meal.
The obscene noises that came from his slurping, groans and sucking, it was enough to make you cum then and there but if you did, you’d never hear the end of it. Satoru was a proud kind of guy. He reveled in his talents and skills, and eating pussy was definitely one of them. You couldn’t stroke his ego like that. He needed to continue working for it.
No matter how close you were. It was embarrassing, really. You couldn’t even last a few minutes. God, you’d never hear the end of it.
“Any louder and they’ll think you’re getting murdered in here,” He taunted you, chuckling while sucking on your clit with a playful glint in his eyes.
If you weren’t so close to a toe curling orgasm, you would’ve smacked him with a pillow.
“Stop talking about my parents,” you grumbled, twisting your fingers in his hair, “You’re killing the mood.”
Satoru let your puckered nub go with a small ‘pop’ sound, taking your other leg in his hand. “Hmm, is that so? Well,” he pushed both of your legs up while he sat back up on his knees, smirking. “–maybe I should just fuck you and get it over with. There’s always next time.”
“Sorry?” You gave him a bewildered look that made him snort out a small laugh. “There’s definitely not going to be a next time. You’re crazy.”
“Awh,” he let you hold your own legs while he put a hand over his heart, playfully frowning, “You wound me, baby. You’re mine now so I think it’s well within my rights to say there’s going to be a next time for sure.”
“Satoru–“
He unzipped his pants, tossing them to the side, and pulled out his thick cock all in one go, taking you off guard.
“If there’s any doubt, maybe we should stop now.”
You stared at the angry red tip that was coated with his arousal. The pearl of pre that oozed from the slit made your mouth water for some reason. He didn’t have a small dick at all. Nor did it lack in girth. Sad to say, it was perfect. Trimmed, but thankfully not completely shaven. He looked to be around 7, maybe even 8 inches and it scared you. This was going to be your first time. You didn’t want to die during sex.
“I…Are you sure this is safe?”
He laughed, giving you a weird look, “Safe?” He then looked down at your pretty pussy lips and used two of his fingers to spread you open, ignoring your whines and protests. “Ah, so this is what you mean right? Don’t worry, pretty,” he bent down towards your face, smiling sweetly, “You can take it. I know you can.” He pecked your lips, making your heart race. “You’re new at this but your body will know what to do. Just relax and let me do the work, ‘k?”
Trusting Satoru felt like an incredibly stupid thing to do but at least he had some sort of experience with all of this. It was better than having sex with someone that was just as clueless to it all as you.
At least, that was what you’d decided to believe in order to convince yourself to let him put that thing anywhere near you.
You’d used toys before. You weren’t a stranger to dildos and such but nothing ever went over 6 inches. There were bigger sizes but you knew what your body could take, and every time you used that 6 inch dildo, it took a minute to stretch yourself out enough to enjoy it when you used it. Looking at Satoru’s dick, it looked impossible. He said your body was going to know what to do but sometimes he talked just to hear himself talk. What if he didn’t know what he was talking about at all? Or maybe he did, but your body became the problem?
“I don’t know…” You mumbled, eyes frantically going from his face to everywhere else around you. “I don’t know about this.”
“Shhh,” He shushed against your lips before kissing you softly. He felt your hand touch his forearm, and took the side of your face, caressing you. Slowly, your nerves calmed down and when he felt your breathing steady itself from the small distraction, he pulled back with a raised brow. “Better now?”
Truthfully, no, but if you wanted to do this, was there any other choice?
You nodded with a bit of hesitance, “Yeah. I guess so?”
Satoru kissed your forehead, and straightened his spine so that he was back in between your thighs. “Good enough for me. Now, just lay there and tell me if anything makes you feel too uncomfortable to keep going, yeah? This is only going to be enjoyable if you’re…ya know, enjoying it.”
“So that’s,” you pointed to his dick, “–supposed to fit into this tiny hole?” You asked him, now pointing to your vagina. He laughed again, shaking his head like something was actually funny when you were just trying to understand how it all worked because the girls in the pornos you watched looked to have no trouble taking those huge dicks but their vaginas didn’t seem as tight as yours. Maybe you were different from them. Wasn’t it good that Satoru knew that beforehand? “Why are you laughing?”
Satoru wiped the tears from his face, “I’m sorry, you just sound so…” he looked you up and down, then the humor was completely washed away. He smirked, “You’re as pure as they come, huh? Speaking of which,” he leaned forward to come face to face with you again, fingers tugging at your panties to pull off. “–how close to cumming were you a few minutes ago when I was eating that pretty pussy out?” Your face burned at how crude he was being. His azure eyes caught the way you tried to tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mm,” he smacked the back of your thigh, pulling a small gasp from you, “You were holding it back, weren’t you? Because of me, right? Well, that wasn’t very nice.”
“Satoru, what’s your point?” You felt him slide your panties completely off, and watched him toss it not too far away from the bed but not towards the door either. Then, he planted his hands at your hips and tugged you a bit further down, grabbing a pillow from the side.
“Lift up for me.”
You pushed your hips up, not sure what he was trying to do, and felt him push the folded pillow underneath your bottom. He kissed your cheek and moved to your ear, “You can relax now, baby.”
“Stop callin’ me that,” you grumbled, doing as you were told. “And are you still doing this with me still clothed?”
You were now elevated, and didn’t understand why. Not that it mattered. You had other concerns.
“Are you not going to answer my questions at all?”
He quirked a brow, raising back up. “Sure. About your clothes, they’re not in the way. Your tits are out and your panties are gone. Good enough to me, and about that other thing you were worried about — when I stretch you out all nice, it’ll fit.” He grinned before patting your cunt, making you twitch. “Then you'll be crying, screaming and creaming all over my cock. Does that answer all of your questions?”
You rolled your eyes again, choosing to ignore his vacuous way of talking, and focused on the fact that maybe the stretching part was going to work. He seemed to know what he was doing so trusting him felt like something you needed to do in order for this to work.
If you two even got to the sex part before Suguru made it over. Or worse, your parents heard you and came barging in.
Having a naked Satoru hovering over you with his dick inside of you was the last thing you ever wanted your parents to see.
They’d definitely pack the entire house up, and move you to another country if that happened.
And no doubt, Satoru would find his way to follow you. That was just how he was, and maybe…that was something else you liked about him.
You shook your head, and covered your face. What were you doing thinking about him like this right now? He was minutes away from fucking you in your brother’s old room. The situation was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you’d said yes to dating Satoru. It was just sex. The attraction had been there, but that was it. You were sure he also understood that but what about you? Did you understand that?
“Are you really that nervous?”
He began prodding at your entrance with just two of his fingers but it made you jump, reaching a hand down to curl around his wrist, stopping him.
“No,” you looked at him, eyebrows knitted together, “M’not nervous. Just…”
Satoru hummed, and pulled the hand that you were holding onto up to his lips, kissing yours instead. His lips were so soft. How did you miss that when they were all over yours a minute ago? “It’s okay if you are.” His eyes were back on yours, and they weren’t full of lust or mischief this time. Just a tenderness you didn’t often see in them. “Taking your virginity is a big thing for you. You said something about wanting it to be with a special person.” A side smile tugged at his lips, your hand falling limp in his grasp. “Must make me pretty special then.”
Damn, you did say that huh? He was right. He was special to you. Of course he was. He was your best friend. Sure, he was annoying majority of the time but he was still someone you considered special.
How did he manage to get this far with you? You were doing such a good job at maintaining the walls you had up, and just like that — he went and knocked them all down with a single conversation. Usually, you weren’t this vulnerable. You kept your cards close to your chest, and kept a friendly distance because you were scared of the idea that turning the friendship into something more was going to jeopardize it as a whole. He was worth the risk, but by how much?
“I think you are nervous but I want you to see that it’s a good thing. You’re just being cautious. I get it,” he intertwined his fingers around yours and used his other hand to continue with what he was doing. “Call it lust, call it attraction, but you want to do this for a reason.” You felt his fingers spread you back open, and frowned a bit. He smiled with his eyes down to focus on the task, but he was still in tune with the conversation. “Whether it’s because you actually have feelings for me or not, I’ll take it for now.” When he pushed his fingers into your wet heat, you immediately clamped down on him. Your thighs trembled, breath hitching in your throat. It felt foreign but not enough for you to tell him that it was too uncomfortable for you to continue. “Fuck,” he breathed, brows furrowing in concentration. “You’re tighter than I was expecting.”
You squeezed his hand when he was as deep as he could go, stilling his movements.
“Why did you stop? Something wrong?” You asked him, worried.
Satoru’s eyes flickered up at you before chuckling, “Nah. Just wondering how good it’s gonna feel to have your tight cunt all wrapped around my dick like this is all.”
“God, you’re annoying,” you chose to stare at the wall across the room, completely fed up with him at this point.
“Alright, I’m gonna move now. That’s cool with you, right?”
“Mhm.”
Steadily, he started to move his fingers in and out of you, eyes constantly glancing between what he was doing and your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you or anything. He kept at it until he felt one of your thighs push against his shoulder. He smirked. Yeah, you were getting there.
Satoru kissed at your inner thighs as he worked your cunt nice and open, curling his fingers and picking up the pace a bit. He heard your moans from above, as soft as they were, and knew that you were finally enjoying it.
“Doin’ so good for me, baby, y’know that?”
“Stop, ah, talking so much,” you whined, “Focus, please.”
He smirked, “Oh, I’m focused. Just praising you a little. You gotta know how good you’re doing down here.” He kissed your skin once more before groaning at the sight of your juices all over his fingers now. “Fuck, if you could see yourself right now. Gonna lose my mind.”
Him? What about you? You were the one on the edge of unconsciousness. There was a tiny spot in you that was always too hard for you to reach. Your fingers were never long enough to make you feel the way your toys made you feel. Always broke out into a sweat trying to find it on your own, but now that Satoru’s freakishly long fingers were unreasonably deep within you, growing closer and closer, you had no doubt he was going to find it and it felt embarrassing how badly you wanted him to.
“Just like that,” he commented, barely above a whisper as he felt you squeeze his fingers again, “Come on, pretty. Lemme hear you.” Your moans were stifled by the back of your hand but it couldn’t conceal the whimpers that managed to slip out. He watched your futile attempt at being quiet, and sighed. “I admire you for trying but how long do you think that’s going to work? Because I still haven’t found what I’ve been looking fo– Holy shit.”
Thinking that something was wrong, you looked down but felt his fingers press upwards, sending your mind spiraling around the room. You were positive that your moans travelled all the way downstairs, towards the den you knew your parents were still in. They were seconds away from flying into the room, kicking Satoru out and banning him for life and then grounding you until you turned twenty-eight. You were never going to see the sun or your friends ever again, and it was all his fault.
“Satoru–”
“Right here, yeah? Does it feel good? Bet it fuckin’ does.”
After finding what he’d been searching for, he was abusing it. The feeling was almost indescribable. You were practically floating, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your thighs shook, and when he started sucking on your clit again — you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your stomach anymore.
Satoru felt you clench down on his fingers one more time before he could feel your walls fluttering and spasming. He smirked around your throbbing bud and let it go, settling to watch the way you whined and whimpered into the pillow next to you, legs threatening to close.
“Uh-uh,” he smacked your thighs, hungrily eating up the gasp of ‘please’ that you shuddered out, still trembling through your ground-breaking orgasm, “Keep’em open for me, baby. Wanna see you.”
You didn’t even have the strength to be annoyed by his undying desire to continue zeroing in on you the way he was doing. Your breaths came out in staggered one’s and two’s, feeling as though you were hyperventilating. It was safe to say that you’d never experienced an orgasm like that, and it was all because of him. The boy that lived to tease you, make you feel like his friend one day and a foe the next. Which, you didn’t mind because that was just how your friendship with him worked. However, you wondered what things were going to be like now. Maybe there was going to be a little less bickering, and a lot more fuckin—
“Damn,” Satoru finally pulled his fingers out of your slick heat, oceanic eyes savoring up the state that they were in. Coated with your creamy fluid, it was like looking at living art. You were so fucking beautiful, and you didn’t even know it. Yet. “I really do wish that we had more time,” he began, but you were still face first in a pillow, catching your breath, “I’d love to teach you how to suck dick because I’m getting this weird feeling you’d be really fuckin’ good at it.”
With a deep sigh and feeling your ears singe as though flames from a fire were licking at the shells of them, you groaned out, “Please get to the point already.”
Satoru snickered, glancing up at you. “You know exactly what I mean. But let’s save that for next time, yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed back up onto his knees and crawled to hover over you. Snatching the pillow away and ignoring your whining, he leaned forward, snow white hair acting as a curtain between his and your faces. There was a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips that you couldn’t ignore. It annoyed you more than being face to face with him again. “Right now though, m’gonna fuck you.” In front of you, he slowly dipped his fingers – one by one – into his mouth, and sucked on them like they were coated candy. It should’ve grossed you out, okay it did a little bit, but for some reason…it turned you on even more.
Maybe you were going delirious.
“Mmm,” he moaned around his digits, not breaking eye contact, “Sweet.”
You fake grimaced, and looked away in disgust, “Ugh, remind me to never let you finger me ever again.”
He snorted, removing them and wiping them on the bed sheet next to you. “Highly doubt you won’t want these bad boys in you next time but,” he shrugged, “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now,” Satoru took your chin in between two of his fingers that weren’t just in his mouth, and turned you back to facing him again. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?” Fuck, it was back. Your heart began to thump strongly inside of your chest. His tone was light and teasing, low and a bit breathy as you felt his other hand move down to pick your leg up and put it in line to his waist. Then, his lips moved to your ear, grinning faintly. “Wanna fuck you soooo bad, baby. Can’t you feel it?”
You could. He was grinding against your pussy, deeply groaning into your ear, begging you to say yes. He knew that you wanted him just as bad, but he needed you to say it. Of course, you weren’t as vocal with him but to hear you tell him that you wanted him to fuck you — it was better than just doing it.
A logic that you couldn’t understand.
Even after an earth-shattering orgasm, you could feel the core within you flare up again. Your skin sizzled, and your body tingled for more. Was it really necessary for you to say something like that out loud? Couldn’t he tell that you wanted him just as bad? You were definitely wet enough.
“Baby,” he moaned impatiently in your ear, and you sighed, almost letting it turn into a moan yourself.
“Satoru, please just put it in. God, why do you have to be like this? So annoying,” It came off lightheartedly so that was why he couldn’t help but laugh. It quickly turned into a low whine, pressing kisses against your neck.
“So mean,” he muttered, frowning up. “Fine.” He let your leg go, and directed the tip of his cock towards your entrance. “You’re going to be uncomfortable for a minute so…” It wasn't like you weren’t expecting it to hurt a little. It was definitely going to be unpleasant until you got used to the feeling. As a result, you gave him a nod, and that was all he needed to continue.
He carefully parted your folds with the head, biting back a groan as he felt you immediately welcome him in, walls latching onto his dick like you’d reached down and took hold of him with your own hand. It definitely felt way better than when he used his fingers earlier. He had to remember to take his time for your sake without losing himself in your tight cunt.
You, on the other hand, were gripping his arms, eyes shut facing the ceiling. It took everything in you not to stop him altogether, but you wanted this. Ashamedly, you’d wanted it for a pretty long time and so far, there wasn’t much that you were missing out on. The pleasure always came after the stretch, but fuck, did it have to hurt this bad to get there?
Satoru raised his head to kiss your cheek, but when he was met with a certain wetness to your soft skin, he quickly frowned and stopped where he was at, “Hey,” he called softly, worried now, “It hurts, doesn’t it? We can stop. I don’t want you in pain just because you think that you can do this right now. We can try another time. I’m not in a rush to do this tonight, you know.”
Pitiful. You acted so tough whenever you bickered with him like cats and dogs but here you are, nails slightly dug into his creamy skin, giving him the impression that you couldn’t even do this one little thing. He must’ve been disappointed. He sounded worried but then again, Satoru always had been one of the best actors you’d ever seen. He was probably annoyed, and you were beginning to feel frustrated and embarrassed all at once. How bothersome.
“No,” you shakily breathed out, wanting to stomp on your own foot for once, “Keep…keep going…”
Satoru released a low hum, eyes searching your face for any other indication that you actually wanted him to stop but saw none. He knew that you were just putting on a brave face. That you were telling him that because you either didn’t want to stop or you probably did, just didn’t want to disappoint him. He could’ve scoffed. As if. Didn’t you know that he was under your spell? Whatever you say, goes? He wasn’t ignorant to your feelings. In fact, he found that he could read you better than you’d ever know. Which, in hindsight, was actually a feat considering you weren’t the most open person he knew. You were good at hiding behind a wall. It was just that he knew you so well, you couldn’t hide much from him now.
Still, he needed to make sure.
“You…you sure?”
“Satoru,” you opened your eyes to find him still looking down at you like you were some puppy he’d almost ran over in the street, and felt exhausted already. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“Just asking,” He resumed with the pace, pushing himself in further, watching you whimper and turn your head to the side in slight pain, “I told you that if you don’t feel good doing this, I won’t so…”
What was he expecting your reaction to this to be? You, smiling and laughing; not having a care in the world? It hurt, it was painful. What more to it? He knew that it wasn’t going to feel great being the first dick to ever slide in your vagina so you needed a minute to get used to it. Plus, it wasn’t like you practiced with your dildos five days a week. You, often, crammed for tests and even toured different colleges (despite knowing the exact one you wanted to attend after graduating). Which, you still needed to make sure Satoru was going with you and Suguru or else the plan was going to have to change. That conversation could be saved after all of this, though.
Fact of the matter was, you chose this. Therefore, you were allowed to tell him when you wanted to stop or not and right now, you were nowhere near close to reaching that first decision.
“Fuck,” You could feel how full you were becoming, and felt like he was much bigger now that he was sliding himself into you. Maybe you’d misjudged his size when you looked at it earlier. He was probably bigger than what you’d seen and if that was the case, you were going to have a little more trouble than you thought. “Feels so weird but…kinda…kin…da–”
“Good?” He filled in, smirking as you reopened your eyes to look back at him, feeling your cheeks warm at how close you realized he was.
“Mhm.”
He chuckled, unable to hold himself back from kissing you. Your lips modded against his, moaning softly into his mouth, letting him taste you again. When he’d kissed you before, it slipped your mind how good it felt to feel his piercing against your bare tongue, letting the wet muscle slide and press down on yours. Especially when he sucked on your tongue, earning a cute whine from you that he ate up by diving his tongue back down your throat, swallowing up all of those cute sounds that you were making.
His lips trailed from yours to your cute neglected nipples that were pressing against his chest for clear attention again. As soon as he took one in his mouth and pinched at the other one, he heard you gasp before moaning out. Letting the little piece of perky flesh roll in between his fingers as he glided his tongue all around the nipple he had in his mouth. As simple of an act it was, it was strangely taking your mind off of him shoving his massive dick into your too small of a hole. You trembled under his touch, begged for more, and he was happy to oblige.
Satoru discarded playing with your other nipple, and reached a hand down until he was met with your needy clit, beginning to rub it in gentle circles.
“O-oh!” You wailed out, much too loud for even his taste as he used his other hand to clamp over your mouth. The rest of your moans were muffled, and it made him smile around your now way-too-sensitive nipple, pulling away with a distinct ‘pop’.
He moved his face back in front of yours, and cooed, “Awh, look at you. Sorry, but you’re getting a bit loud, baby, and I like having my head so,” he shrugged and kissed your forehead before he rested his against it. For a moment, he stopped playing with your clit and focused on finishing the journey into your hot cavern. Your walls were so tight around him, he wasn’t sure he was even going to make it any further than this. A slew of curses tumbled from his lips as he finally felt himself bottom out, hips flush against yours. “Fuck, I could cum right now,” sliding his hand from your mouth.
“That’s a compliment…right?” You asked, breathlessly, and heard him bellow out an airy chuckle.
Satoru nodded. “Yeah. It’s a compliment.”
Without his help, you kept your legs at both sides of his hips, trying to relax. It should’ve felt odd to have Satoru on top of you like this, but it couldn’t have felt more right. Again, you were probably a little delirious and overstimulated, but you could always reassess your feelings after this was over. Not like you wanted it to be over any time soon, there was just a small window of time in place since there was no way to know when exactly Suguru was there or not. As if he’d announce himself before barging through rooms to find you two since he had no clue you and Satoru were playing twister in a very inappropriate way.
“Okay,” You felt his breath hit your face, and was bothered by how unbothered you were about it. Minty. “Let me know when you want me to start moving.”
You scoffed, “Well, thank you for letting me make the choice but from the way you just said that, I think if it was left up to you, you’d have moved by now.”
Satoru pouted, pretty blues feigning his feelings now hurt, “Yeah? Well, I won’t lie. You’re right,” He smiled at the way you rolled your eyes. Of course you were right. “But,” he kissed your nose causing it to wrinkle up upon contact, “–only because we don’t really have a lot of time. I did say that, didn’t I?”
The urge to roll your eyes again was strong, but you were resilient. You held back, and he was silently thankful. He didn’t need your eyeballs rolling out of your head. He quite liked your eyes. They were pretty to look at when you weren’t glaring or giving him the evil eye.
Kind of like now, actually.
“K,” was all he was willing to give you, feeling him pull out like you were more delicate than glass, “God, m’gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he had a hand back on your jaw again, smirking down at the wild look on your face. “Fuck being worried about your parents. We’re about to have the whole damn neighborhood knocking at the door.”
Panicking, you swatted his hand away from you and squeezed your thighs against his hips. “Satoru, we don’t have time for this shit. It’ll be your big mouth that’ll get us caught before I will. Now, stop talking so damn much and fuck me already- ah!” Your nails instantly pressed back into his skin again as he slammed his thick cock back in, groaning out with his head dipped down, close to your neck.
There wasn’t much talking after that. He abused your cunt without much thought on how you were doing, which wasn’t like he needed to have much concern on if you were enjoying it or not because your moans and pleas for more was proof enough. How you locked your ankles at the lower end of his back, almost pressing him back in when he pulled out. A smirk fell on his lips as he cursed, licking along your warm neck, feeling your pulse race against the wet muscle. Call him whatever you wanted, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else right about now except here. With you, on you, in you. Fuck, he could think up a million other things he could’ve been doing but he’d choose fucking you over it all. Not just because it felt good but because it was you. You made him so intoxicated, so blind to everything else that wasn’t you. Your scent, your smile, your voice, your body, your snarky way of shutting him down whenever he talked and especially how shy you got without even realizing it sometimes. All because of him. He was the cause of it, and call him crazy, but he fucking loved that.
“Too mu- mnh! Wait!” you mewled out, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.
Satoru chuckled, rocking his hips into yours, trying to search for that precious little spot in you that he’d grown fond of. “Now it’s too much? Geez,” he pulled back, and peered down to look at you, “Awhh,” he cooed again, catching the small balled up tears that fell down your cheeks with his index finger. “It really is too much for you, huh? Well, take it for a little bit longer, yeah?”
He planted kisses all along your face, causing your face to burn in embarrassment. Why was he such a kisser all of the sudden?
“Just slow down,” You panted out, giving him one of the saddest pouts you could muster up; which usually worked whenever you wanted something to go your way. Then again, this was Satoru. He wasn’t ever easily moved by such weak tactics at getting him to change his mind. “Please?”
“You beg so nicely, it’s kinda hard to say no,” he muttered, grinning with amusement, “But no.” He watched your eyes fill up with more tears, and he kissed those away too. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Done with the sentimentals and taking it easy on you, he sat up from laying on you and pushed your thighs as far towards your chest as they were able to go. Which, impressively, they were almost pressed right up against you. He smirked. Flexible, too? His dick twitched from inside of you. Too bad he really couldn’t take his time with you. He’d just have to experiment with different positions that required a very flexible partner later on then. Spoiler aler: you.
“Toru, what are you-”
“Shhh,” he said under his breath, eyes down, captivated by the amount of cream that had collected at the base of his cock from a mixture of both you and his arousal. “Just lay pretty for me.” His eyes flickered back up to you, glinting with something you couldn’t make out. “I kinda want Suguru to walk in right now.”
Your eyes widened. That was just a nightmare waiting to happen.
“Why do you say that?”
Satoru was quiet for a moment, releasing one of your legs to slither a hand down between the both of you to rub at your clit. You squealed and tried to close your legs from the sudden attack when he kept them both open with just one hand.
He withdrew a breath before finally speaking, “Because…what better way to know that you’re now mine than catching me balls deep in you? Think that would get the point across permanently, don’t you think?”
Exasperated, you decided to indulge in his possessiveness. “He doesn’t have any feelings for me. That sounds pointless.”
“To you, but not to me,” He replied before pushing his cock fully back inside, biting into his lip. You released a shaky breath, pitifully wishing that he was closer so that you could touch him again. “It irks me that anyone could come around, declaring their feelings for you. You’re with me now. Everyone’s gonna get the hint that you’re off limits,” He placed his hands firmly at your hips, gripping you, tightly, “One way or another or,” his teeth gleamed off of the dull lighting in the room, sending strange waves throughout your lower stomach. “I’ll just have to fight them all. Maybe then,” he sent a particularly rough thrust into you, erupting a drawn out whine from your throat, “-they’ll get the fucking hint.”
Satoru was ruthless with the way he was now treating you. Eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as his pants began to blend with your own and fingers so deep against your skin - you wouldn’t be surprised if you walked out of this with bruises later on.
The bed rocked loudly against the wall, creating a constant thump thump thump that fell at the back of both of your minds. You couldn’t focus on anything, but how good he was fucking you. And god, it was good.
"Sa-toru, s'too much, please," you pleaded with him once more, not sure what you wanted him to do about it because stopping him was the last thing you wanted.
He bent down, close to your face again, and chuckled against the warmth of your skin, "What is it, baby? Too much? Want me to stop?"
"N-no! No, no no," you moaned out, frowning up as you felt a hand of his move down to your aching clit that was desperate for more stimulation. "Please don't stop."
He hummed, letting his middle finger circle your clit at a steady pace as he continued to pound into you, relentlessly. "Anything but that, huh? God, you're so pretty." He was staring at you, watching the little tears fall from your pretty eyes. He had a thing for making girls cry while fucking them so he couldn't help but be entranced by the way you sobbed for him to keep doing what he was doing. It was hot.
He smirked and licked up one of the salty trails, groaning. "Keep crying like that, and I definitely won’t be able to pull out."
It was a miracle you’d remembered to take your birth control for the day earlier.
You got shy by the comment, and tried to hide your face anywhere where he wasn't able to see, but he wasn't having any of it.
"No, baby, let me see you. I wanna see you," he repeated, taking your jaw softly in his grasp, melting at the look on your face as he fucked you harder, angling his hips for that certain spot he'd been looking for again. Found it. Your face was now wet with tears, skin blotched with bits of red from the heat underneath your skin, lips puffed and coated with saliva from the drool moments ago. You looked fucked out. Just how he wanted you. "What a fucking sight you are, pretty girl."
Your mind fell off the deep end as you felt one of your legs come up in line of his waist, gripped tightly to keep it there as he fucked into your tight hole at jet speed, two fingers now at your clit.
You were babbling on and on about nothing in particular, forgetting where you even were. Drool dripped down as Satoru held you close to him, his head nestled into your neck, chasing after his own release. He knew you were close just by the way your thighs trembled around him and wanted you two to cum at the same time.
He toyed with your clit, and heard you beg in such a pathetic tone, it was hard to hold back his own release.
"Please, please cum in me," you whined, clutching piteously at the sheets while holding onto him, nails dug deep into his shoulder blades.
He smirked, "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."
You clenched around him, throwing your pride right out of the window. "So fucking bad, I need you to...I need you...mngm," you weren't making much sense, but he got the jist.
It was all he needed to get you to come undone around him.
As your orgasm rattled your entire body, turning your bones into pure jelly, Satoru wasn't able to hold back much longer and shot every bit of his load against your cervix, filling you up all nice and good while biting into your shoulder to keep from being so loud.
Each breath of yours came out shaky, and so did his. It was a quiet moment between the two of you as he slowed his movements, riding out both of your highs.
Once he believed every drop was in you, he pulled himself out and hissed at the way you were still clenching down on him, twitching from the motions.
"Satoru..."
He leaned up with every ounce of strength he still had left, and watched the way his cum oozed out of you. He smiled, in a daze. He was pleased. Very pleased.
"Yeah?"
You went to close your legs when he kept them open with strong hands. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was still admiring his 'work of art’.
"So…what now?"
His ears perked up at that. "Huh?"
You sighed, feeling the after effects of what just happened between you both. "Yeah...like what are we? Friends? Or with benefits? I don’t understand."
Satoru snorted, closed your legs and began moving off of the bed. Once he had his clothes put back on, he went in search of a towel and a rag to use. On his way to the connected bathroom, he shrugged, “Dunno. That’s up to you.”
Instantly, you frowned. Why was it now up to you? Wasn’t he just going on and on about you being his now? What happened to that? You bit into your lip, worrying the fragile skin. Was he…not interested in you anymore? He sounded like he didn’t care. Didn’t he, though? Or had that just been him talking? Of course he didn’t mean any of it. You weren’t very interesting anyway. There were much prettier girls to get invested into. You were nothing but his friend, and that’s how it was always going to be.
So you were delirious after all.
Just then, he came padding back into the room, a warm towel in one hand and a dry one in the other. Deciding that silence was better than talking about something you no longer held any interest in, you let him clean you up. Neither of you said anything to break the tension even though you were half-expecting Satoru to say something. It couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t feeling it. It was obvious. Well, as obvious as it seemed since his expression was blank and completely unreadable. It almost pissed you off how nonchalant he was now being. Almost.
“There,” he gave your thighs a final sweep before patting you dry with the dry towel, “All clean.“
“Thanks.”
He walked back to the bathroom to put both towels in the hot water he’d run in the basin the first time he walked in, and came back out just as fast. He was still quiet when he sat back on the bed, but he chose to sit at the edge, like earlier, back facing you again.
Great.
Stupid Satoru, you moved off of the bed and began dressing, sending death glares at the back of his pretty head, stupid everything.
Did he say that because the ball was now in your court? He’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted more, to be with you after it all, and was just waiting to see if you wanted the same thing. Seemed about right.
There was a lot of talk during the entire thing that maybe he was feeling a bit anxious. He was never really good when it came to talking about deeper feelings. Was probably why you were in the dark so long about how he really felt about you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to go yelling those sorts of things out to everyone (or even to himself). He was sometimes…complicated, but you understood.
With a more hopeful mindset, you finished fixing your bra and getting your underwear back on, and went to sit down next to him. You noted that your thighs were touching, and how he didn’t move away from you. That was a good sign, at least.
“Hey…” your eyes fell to the floor instead of making eye contact with him, “I’ll just get straight to the point. You like me, right?”
Out of your peripheral vision, you saw him quietly nod. Yep. Good sign.
“Okay…that’s good.”
“Now I have a question for you.”
His voice startled you a bit, looking at him with curious eyes. For some reason, you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Like someone had taken it out of your chest, and was holding the organ up right next to you. It made you swallow a ball of saliva that was caught in your throat, trying to quiet the noises to hear what he had to say.
“Do you…do you like me too?”
That seemed easy enough to answer but for some odd reason, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth. There was no one in your head but you, so why couldn’t you at least admit it to yourself? No more beating around the bush, using riddles to disguise it, how did you truly feel about him? Did you want a relationship with him? He wasn’t a bad guy. He was actually quite caring. Had some jealousy and possessive issues going on, but nothing that’d keep you from saying yes so what was actually the problem?
When you finally gave it some real thought, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you felt you weren’t good enough for him. The girls at school were all his type or at least girls you saw would look a million times better with him than you. You were, to put it simply, insecure. Your insecurities couldn’t allow you to be in a relationship with him because of his popularity around school. What if he wanted to walk you to one of your classes, hand in hand, for people to ogle and giggle at? Or worse, kiss you on the cheek in front of someone, and then the entire school figured out you two were now dating? That the great Satoru went, and chose you out of all of the girls there to be with. You’d rather lay down on train tracks than let that happen. It was senior year, and it was almost over, but there was no doubt things would be the same in college. You two just didn’t fit. How come he couldn’t see that?
“Satoru...we don’t mix. We wouldn’t make sense. We’re two completely different people. I’d rather skip out on the odd looks and whispers, and just stay where it’s safe.” You sighed, “As friends.”
His hands drew into fists by his sides, “There you go, dodging the question again. So you’re scared, is what you’re saying? Scared of what people are going to think?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling your blood boil, “I am,” but it wasn’t necessarily out of anger. It was more so from the heat of the moment. You didn’t know what else to say or how else to put it. A relationship just couldn’t happen.
Satoru snorted, “So us fucking just now was a waste, right?” He stood up as your lips parted, eyebrows furrowing. “It didn’t mean shit to you. I can see it in your eyes.” His hands were still fisted up but his eyes were now glossy. Was he really that upset about it? “I poured out my heart only to get it broken again except this time, by someone I actually give a damn about. Yeah,” he nodded. “What a fuckin’ waste it was.”
He headed for the door and you shot up from your spot on the bed, trying to push back the tears you could feel forming behind your eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “So what? You’re gonna just leave? I…I don’t want to have feelings for you, but I do. I do, Satoru. I just can’t handle what will come with that. I’m sorry.”
He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, feeling irony from this situation. “Funny you say that yet you had no problem trying to climb on Suguru’s dick a while back.” He looked over his shoulder at you, the dark look in his eyes causing you to slightly jump. “What’s your excuse for that one? He’s just as popular as me. What’s the difference?”
You felt that if you didn’t choose your words carefully, he really was going to walk out of that door and you feared that he’d never want to see you again. This felt like a more serious fight than you’d anticipated.
But he had a point. What made him and Suguru so different? Or was there a difference at all? You’d confessed to Suguru as quickly as he had (though it had only been a ploy on his end), and felt sick when he rejected you later that day. It was almost hard to stay friends after that, but now knowing how Satoru truly feels about you…couldn’t you offer him the same shot as you gave Suguru? They were both very well known around the school, and Suguru was popular not just by association but because he always hosted the best house parties and was on the attractive side as well. He earned his spot on the popularity board so going out with him would’ve been the same as going out with Satoru.
Dig deeper, you mentally told yourself. There’s more to it. There has to be.
And there was. You just couldn’t think of it.
“Graduation’s around the corner,” you heard him mutter, pulling your attention back, “I applied to a different college as a backup plan. You know,” there was a faint smile on his face but it looked pained; forced, “-in case this whole thing between us went south. So...probably won’t be joining you and Su for Uni.” He shrugged. “Probably won’t mean much to you anyway. I wonder,” he kept a hand on the door and turned to face you, “Is this part of a plan or something? Use me to get to Su? Because maybe you haven’t gotten over him. You said you didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but that was probably a lie, right?”
Your bottom lip trembled but you tucked it between your teeth to keep from showing him that he was hurting you, bit by bit, “Not true, and you know it.”
“See,” he shook his head, eyes narrowed at you, “That’s the thing. I don’t. I don’t know shit, apparently. Maybe I never have. I mean, you aren’t doing anything to keep me here so what does that say to you?”
“What the hell do you want me to say?!” You shouted at him, knowing it was going to get your parents attention. Like you cared. “I told you that I like you! I just can’t be in a relationship with you, and I don’t want Suguru either! I don’t want to feel any worse than I already do by just being friends with you two!” He stared at you blankly as he watched you walk towards him. He didn’t move a muscle. Just stared. “So what do you want? Hm? What do you want me to say?”
Satoru let go of the doorknob and slowly, ever so gently, took your face into his warm hands, gazing down at you with a softness that almost made you stop holding back your tears. Almost. “I want you to say fuck everyone else, and focus on just me. On us. Don’t give a damn about what they might say, and be with me. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. No one makes me feel the way you make me feel.”
“Satoru…” You couldn’t escape him. He was looking directly at you, so close, too close. Like he was able to see all of the things that you were hiding behind your eyes, desperately trying to protect yourself from becoming too vulnerable. Except, he’d invaded your private space a long time ago. He could see those things you wanted to keep hidden, and didn’t judge you for it. He just wanted to love you for it, if you’d let him.
Would you?
Could you?
“I…”
His pretty blue eyes gleamed with hope. “Yeah?”
“Toru…I want-”
The door suddenly swung open, bumping Satoru into you and crashing both of you to the floor. Luckily, he had saved you from the impact of the fall by grabbing you and switching positions so that his back was the one that met the hard flooring. You landed on top of him in a heap, legs tangled around each other. Suguru had a curious look on his face when he poked his head in the room, looking around until you caught you two. His eyes widened before his lips formed into a smirk.
“Damn. So I guess my assistance wasn’t needed at all.”
His comment came from how Satoru’s hands were wrapped around your midsection and how close your face was to his. It didn’t help that Satoru’s face was blood red either.
“Could’ve knocked,” Satoru grumbled before he sat up, pulling his knees up as well to cradle you against him so you wouldn’t think that he was pushing you away. He frowned, still a little embarrassed. It sort of shocked you because didn’t he say he wanted Suguru to walk in on you two having sex minutes ago? It sure sounded familiar. Now he was shy? You came to realize that sometimes — Satoru was all bark and no bite. “That would’ve been a nice heads up, idiot.”
Suguru crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow, “Well that’s a weird way to say thank you.”
Satoru looked at him with a bewildered look, “And what would I have been thanking you for?”
His best friend gestured to the way you and Satoru were still pressed against one another. Satoru looked away from him, and stared off elsewhere. “Oh. Yeah, well…” You stiffened in his hold. “We’re just friends so…”
“No,” just like he had done, you placed a hand on his cheek, and brought his face back in front of yours, “We’re not.”
Both brows shot up this time, eyes wide again, “We’re…not?”
With a small smile, you shook your head. “Nope.” You then turned to look back at Suguru who was looking at you two like he knew something both of you didn’t. “We’re going out now.” You shrugged. “So I guess you were right.”
Suguru snorted out a chuckle that quickly morphed into a laugh, “Yeah, when am I not?”
Rolling your eyes, you let out a defeated sigh, “Never, it seems.”
“Hey,” Hearing Satoru’s voice, that sounded oddly distant like he wasn’t right in front of you, you looked back at him. It was like his face was glowing, if possible. “Do you…do you mean that? We’re…?”
You planted your other hand against his other cheek, and nodded. Slowly, you answered. “Yes we are. You’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend. Did you get that or do I have to say it a little slower for you?” You teased, and instead of getting snarky back, he just smiled.
“Yeah. I got it.”
Before you could’ve gotten smart with him again, his lips were back on yours, shutting you up as planned.
Behind you, Suguru was mumbling about ‘being right’ and feeling Satoru smile into the kiss, you couldn’t hold back from doing the same.
It was like everything was finally right in the world.
Well, almost.
Like being interrupted the first time wasn’t annoying enough, the door pushed open some more and in walked in, your parents.
They didn’t look very happy.
Suguru was forgotten for the moment, and was pushed to the side by your dad who walked further in, appalled and somehow livid at the same time.
“What the hell is this?!”
“Oh, our precious daughter,” your mom wailed from behind him, holding onto the door frame to not fall over. “Defiled by this heathen!”
Satoru, with wide eyes, looked from them to you, clearly trying to hold in his laughter. His face made you want to laugh too but you knew that your parents were going to ground you for life now.
You almost wanted to sob with your mother who looked downright ailed by what she was looking at.
Your dad looked down at Satoru with a menacing gaze that wasn’t to be tampered with, “Son, you’ve got five seconds to release my daughter and run out of this house like a bat out of hell or you won’t wanna know what I’m going to do to you.”
Satoru, slightly intimidated by the man now, rose his hands up in defense, “Sir, I’m so sorr—“
“FIVE, four, three—”
Satoru scrambled to his feet, pulling you up as well, “Text you later?”
Highly embarrassed by the entire situation, your face burned, “Uh…sure?”
Satoru smirked, and kissed your cheek, “Great. Later, babe.”
It was as if steam had blown out of your father’s ears, face almost resembling a balloon that’s about to pop.
“One!”
When he skipped an entire number, Satoru had shot out of the room with Suguru close on his heels, both trampling down the hallway to get downstairs. Suguru was screaming his friend’s head off about getting him involved in this as they ran for the door.
“Who cares! Open the door! I can’t die here! I’ve got too much to live for!”
If Suguru’s life wasn’t currently in danger, he’d have rolled his eyes at that.
Selfish until the end.
The door swung open, and Suguru got on his bike quickly starting it so that when Satoru climbed at the back, he was able to do a curt u-turn, zooming out of the driveway with nothing but exhaust covering their silhouettes until they were gone down the street.
When they were far away enough, Satoru laughed into the wind, having forgotten to put on his helmet in the midst of all the chaos.
“And what are you laughing at?” Suguru asked him from over his shoulder, sparing a mere glance to keep his eyes on the road in front of him.
Satoru let out a breath of relief, looking up at the passing sky. A faint smile on his face and heart seconds away from exploding from the adrenaline, he replied, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
He finally had you, albeit almost dying by your own father’s hand in the process. But, he was finally able to call you his.
“I’ve got a girlfriend,” he said out loud, breathlessly.
Suguru snorted then smirked to himself, still looking ahead.
“Yeah. You do.”
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I find all of these really accurate 😗🤰🏽
Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.
Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.
Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.
You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.
You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:
A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream. "Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."
Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed. "Are you trying to piss me off even more?"
Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."
Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled: "I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."
Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice: "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" You froze, body trembling. Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat. "Good girl."
Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking. "It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."
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backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.
your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.
“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”
“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”
he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.
“s-so good…’s too much.”
and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.
“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”
no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.
“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”
and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.
© rumisgf
This gone be my reminder
I WANNA BE WITH YOU, suguru geto
you and your ex boyfriend purchased two tickets to jamaica when the travel market was exceptionally low. except, you didn’t expect that eight months after purchasing your trip for the following year, you and geto would break up.
now ex lovers and too prideful to cancel their steal of a trip, how would a one week trip to jamaica treat you both?
chapters.
coming soon.
new short(ish) story i’m working on! expect chapters here and there. a tik tok inspired this idea and im mad exciteddd. also, as always, the reader will be a black woman ☺️☺️
OH GREAT HEAVENS
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