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[cinna-creme]

a/n: denki baby let’s make a home video 🙂‍↕️

“told you to stop sending me twitter porn, freak.” you scoot away from him in bed.

“babe we gotta try it.” he grabs your waist and scoots you back over. “what? you don’t like me all of a sudden?” he peppers kisses across your hot cheeks. “just watch it.”

he watches you open the link, the way you squirm, watching the girl hump against the guys abs. the way she moans, the way her thighs shake, the guy looking up at her like she’s hung the stars.

“let’s make our own.” he nudges his nose against your neck.

“our own what?” you purse your lips.

“video. of you rubbing this cute little pussy on my abs.” he starts to kiss the side of your neck.

“you don’t have any abs.” you close your phone, tossing it aside.

“shut up.” he chuckles. “you can ride my face after while i jerk my shit.” he nips at your pulse.

you push him back on the bed and push his shirt up and he’s quick to tug it off, watching with lidded eyes as you shimmy out of your sleep shorts. you straddle his waist, looking down at the phone he’s hold in one hand while the other his resting on the back of your thigh.

“c’mon pretty.” he flexes his muscles and that’s all the coaxing you need. “pull this shirt up for me.” he slides the hand on your thigh up, dragging the fabric of one of his shirts up your body.

he hums when you press yourself against his abs, lifting the shirt up to your neck in the process. you give an experimental grind of your hips and a soft moan slips from your lips. you press harder, fingers curling into the shirt you’re holding up. he flexes again, your breath catches as you follow the ripple.

“nghh fuck!” you gasp, perked clit pressing right against his hard muscle.

“feels good?” he looks up at you with a lazy grin.

you nod your head and hump against him faster, chasing that building heat in your tummy. he lets his hand on your waist slide up to your tits, kneading and playing with your nipples, pulling the softest sounds from your lips. he can feel how wet you’re leaving him and he squints his eyes with an idea.

“keep those eyes open.” he pinches your nipple, accompanied by a little zap.

“denki!” your mouth falls open when he gives the same treatment to your other nipple.

he drops his phone and grabs onto you with both hands, rubbing all over, stopping to send little shocks to your nipples that make you melt. you’re drooling, pleading, thighs shaking right on the edge, when you feel it.

“ahh! denk- denki please!”

electricity flows through his abs, through your slick going straight to your pussy and your hips stop, orgasm tearing through you as you soak his muscles. he keeps you moving until you’re spent and he’s pulling you up his chest.

“wha-?” you blink.

“sit on my face.” he pulls you down to his mouth.

[ichxraaa]

REVERSED INTENTIONS

Sae set the boundaries: it was supposed to be casual, it was supposed to be just sex, and yet every time you say goodbye he feels like he is giving up something he isn’t willing to share anymore.

yandere! itoshi sae X chubby! reader

contents; yandere!, fwb! to obsession, possessiveness, yearning, dirty talk, degradation, spitting on pussy, oral vag! receiving, breeding, unprotected sex, baby trapping thoughts, jealousy, pussy slapping, teasing, mockery.

word count; 4.2k

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You’re laughing, you’re having fun, you take another sip of your glass and Sae’s eyes don’t miss the way your lashes lower as your hand reaches for Oliver’s arm. It’s a casual touch, it’s nothing. Oliver’s eyes land on your cleavage, unashamed on their ogling stare. Sae shouldn’t blame him, not with the way your delicious tits are spilling over the hem of your top. It 's nothing.

He’s been thinking about that first night, you had been drinking, and were tipsy enough to not care about filtering your thoughts, he hadn’t been drinking, he never did during the season, but he could also feel a lukewarm heat bubbling under his skin, the one that had been sizzling since he had first laid eyes on you. It had been easy, it had been way too easy the way you had caught his eyes. 

Soft figure, pliable flesh, so ready to be touched, to be claimed. Easy smile, intelligent eyes and pretty mouth; not voicing insufferable and nonsense stuff. Too easy on the eyes, just perfect for the pickling and you had leaned over, professionalism finally out of the window to say how pretty his lashes were and how good his biceps looked in that shirt.

He had gotten a room in the hotel from the bar you had been hanging out in, so fast that you had barely had the chance to look at the black plastic he had used to pay for it.

His hands had been greedy as they had quickly found themselves inside of your blouse, head already diving to suck on the tender flesh of your tits in his face as the elevator had been taking you towards your room. 

Your fingers had run through his hair, pulling with just the perfect grip as his lips had found your mouth, needy and enthusiastic as he had pushed your body into the side of the elevator, hands kneading and digging into the perfect curve of your waist and the soft rolls of your stomach.

“I don’t do relationships, we’re just gonna fuck”.

“Yes, yes”, you had been too busy unzipping his pants, already feeling how hard he was, your palm pressing into his growing bulge as he had hissed into the kiss. Mind already reeling at the thought of having you on your knees for him, imagining how pretty you’d look with your lips wrapped around his cock. 

His  right hand had reached for your face, fingers squeezing your soft cheeks together with one hand, half lidded and hungry eyes staring at your dazed expression. “I mean it, this is just fucking, that’s all I want”.

“Good, so do I”.

“I’m not gonna change my mind later, I’m not gonna fall in love with you after this and I don’t want you acting like my girlfriend”.

You had laughed, a breathy and lighthearted sound. “I know how a hook up works, I don’t want a boyfriend either, I just had a nasty break up”.

He had watched you for a second, debating if he could trust your words, too used to girls saying the same thing only to end up bothering him even after he had said he was done. But your palm had squeezed his member once again: a promise. Your stare curious but daring, with pupils dilated as you had tucked a strand of  hair behind your ear. His other hand had still been firmly holding onto the plush fat of your hip, fingers twitching to pull you close again.

You had tilted your head sideways, your voice a breathy and buttery sound after your shared kiss, “So?”

He had bent right there. Thinking back on it, that should have been his telling that you’d end up being his undoing. Plaguing his days with sleepless nights with the kind of craving he had never devoted to anything else that wasn’t football, he should have known.

He fucks with the kind of abandon and self indulgence only someone who thinks he is owed everything he wants could. He calls when he wants, knowing you’ll be picking up his call. He is crude as he whisper his intentions in your ear, like right now as he; as leans over you in the middle of a sponsor's meeting, bored eyes fixed on the tedious speech of some old fart he doesn’t care to remember the name of yaps about how good of a fit he would be for their brand.

Of course he would, but he doesn’t care. He is only thinking of the delicious way your pencil skirt hugs your hips and stomach, and  how he got a peek off of your bra when you had to lean down earlier to pick up a stack of papers. One of his favorites, a lacy one that perfectly hugs the delicious weight of your boobs. As he brings his mouth close to your ear, but not close enough to cause distraction, his voice is an unashamed declaration of his intentions as he asks if you are still thinking of the other night where he had your legs draped over his shoulders as he had dived in.

Your legs squeeze together involuntarily at the memory.

Completely deaf to your pleas of a break. How could he? When your pussy is so wet, and with the way it clenches every time he spits on it before devouring you, skilled tongue caressing your folds  and the rough  pressure of his hunger against your cute clit making you grasp for the sheets underneath you.

Your hole twitches as the obscene slurping of his care echoes in the vast space of his room. By now he's had you enough times to be an expert in ripping from you the most delicious moans and sounds as his mouth laps and teases at your folds. You always look so desperate, hips humping into his face with shameless abandon. Too far gone with the way his broad shoulders keep your soft thighs open for him and his hands wrap around you, one palm firmly pressing into the lower part of your soft belly as he can feel your legs start shaking. 

He always knows when you are close and he enjoys dragging it out, especially after he already gifted you with an orgasm. He parts himself from you much to your dismay, the desperate whimper you let out makes his already hard dick jump. His hot breath caresses your folds as he looks up at your fucked out expression from his place between your legs. “You are becoming greedy”.

Another spit lands into the already sticky wetness of your core, hole twitching at the vulgarity, at his careless crudeness. “You wanna come again?”

You nod enthusiastically, you always do, he has you exactly where he wants you. At the beginning it was easy to deny you, to tell you to deal with it yourself later because he had to leave. But now, he is finding himself unable to part away from the sight of your face writhing in pleasure as he gives you just what you need, just what he wants to give you.

“Always thankful for whatever I might give you, aren’t you?”

Your voice as you whisper his name has started to feel sacred. It has started to feel like a sound he wants to keep only for himself. Suddenly the thought of you moaning someone else’s name like that makes his stomach turn. He sees green with a kind of petty enviousness he doesn't remember to have ever felt before.

“Tell me what you want and I might want to indulge you”.

“You Sae, it’s you”. 

A twisted smile graces his lips as his tongue meets your heat again, lips sucking on your folds as the tip of his tongue starts lapping in that perfect cadence over the sensitive hood of your clit that has your voice becoming a silent sob. “You should be grateful I find you so damn appealing like this, all desperate and needy for me”.

When you come your legs press into his face as he continues his assault, drinking until the last drop of the juices running down your legs.

The noise of the conference has dulled down as your vision becomes hazy at the recollection, his voice is in your ear, too unashamed to care for decorum, bringing you back to the present.

“I’m gonna bend you over this table once this boring meeting is over”.

It’s been a perfect arrangement, even when Sae is not easy to get along with you find his bluntness to be refreshing, especially when most people are so comfortable hiding behind fake smiles and empty words. It works well too, you both have busy schedules so getting to see each other every now and then it’s just perfect for both of you. Lately though, you are not so sure anymore.

Maybe it’s only your imagination, maybe you are misreading him, but he seems to be growing a bit more… demanding.

You first notice it after he calls to pick you up after work to take you to his place but you already made plans. “Sorry Sae, I’m seeing somebody else tonight”.

He doesn’t even say anything, his answer is hanging up the phone. And that’s okay, he is probably gonna call someone else too. But he doesn’t. 

Next time you see him there’s a hint of accusation in his eyes as his teal eyes set on your face. “Gonna stand me up again?”

You laugh, because you think he is joking. He must be, right? This is all causal. 

But his eyes harden at how little you seem to care. He knows he shouldn’t care this much, but he does, because he has been thinking about you with a faceless stranger hogging you for themselves.

You try to lighten the suddenly tense mood by joking. “I’ll make sure to let you know of my next hook up so you can approve”.

You don’t notice the way his brow lifts at the proposal, for him it doesn’t sound like insanity. It sounds like the only logical thing. “Good, you should”.

You ignore the shiver running down your back as he closes in to take your hand in his grip, squeeze tighter than necessary. You shouldn’t.

It’s maddening, how much it’s chipping away at him every time he sees you giving yourself away to people who shouldn’t matter. To people he shouldn’t be paying attention to, that you should not be paying attention to, but it keeps happening, because you are smiling at them.

Like that girl from the front desk at the training facility: you compliment her hair and call her pretty with so much ease. Or the other guys who have learned that you are always open to have a little chat next to the water tank outside of your office that leads to the training grounds. 

You have become too tempting of a desire for someone as selfish as him to be able to ignore. And, honestly, why should he deny himself of you just because you might not be ready for a relationship? 

He knows you’ll have to accept him, he just needs the right kind of persuasion. He's been thinking about it while laying in bed next to you —after he convinced you to stay, breaking his own rule of not having people stay over—  after you are so spent from the way he made your body bend just to take you in that way that has your eyes rolling inside your skull and your usually smart mouth becoming unable to form a coherent sentence with the way he presses inside you. 

You’re cautious. Always making sure the condom is on, but he knows how needy you get in the heat of the moment, as his body is pressed into you while he teases your entrance, latex covered tip getting coated with your juices as you beg him to please fill you in. And he wants to, fuck. How much he wants to. To be able to feel you bare, feel the delicious tightness of your warm insides with nothing in the way, and to be able to watch his cum leak out of your twitching hole after he has painted your insides with his seed. The final declaration of his devotion.

The night is chilly, the air is filled with the kind of idle chatter people seem too worried to keep going in these sort of formal events. He has brushed off at least three people trying to pester him about the upcoming season, as if he doesn’t know exactly what needs to be done to take the team to victory. 

He is standing next to you, so close that he could hold you by the waist if he chose to; he imagines what it would feel like to dig his fingers in the delicate fabric of your dress for everyone to see that you aren’t available, that they shouldn’t be looking at you, but he doesn’t touch you, not yet. Because you haven't offered him surrender yet. 

He leaves for one moment and Oliver is already trying to get close to you, lazily smiling over you as he leans into your ear to whisper something that has you looking ashamed. He can admit when he is wrong. Has done so in the past, and the truth is this isn’t casual anymore and he is ready for you to finally understand it. 

He is next to you in a second, arm pulling you to his side as he tells Oliver off. “You know this could be considered harassment”.

Oliver chuckles lightly, mismatched eyes not losing notice of the way his fingers dig into the flesh of your waist. “Really? What would you call what you are doing?”

“Leaving”. Is all Sae says as he takes you with him, hand firmly pressed into the small of your back as he guides you towards the exit of the hotel’s terrace, making fast way towards the room he booked in advance.

The click of the door closing behind you as you come in is a sentence even if you don’t know it yet. You are giving him a confused look, trying to straighten your thoughts before speaking because this jealousy exhibition was never part of the arrangement. Even when you are still unsure if this is really jealousy or maybe just the fury of someone who doesn’t like to lose.

You shouldn’t have ignored the signals, the heavy stares across rooms or the demanding texts asking for your location even when you weren’t meeting him that day. You exhale a breath, a small laugh escaping you without meaning to, just a nervous reaction.

His already heavy gaze goes somber as he closes in on you, caging you against the wall, head tilting sideways as one of his hands reaches for the delicate chain around your neck. As usual he towers over your frame. His voice is ice and recrimination as he leans over your ear.

“Do you think this is funny? Are you having fun?”

“Sae, what is this? We… this isn’t what we are doing… you said—”

He doesn’t let you continue, his lips claim yours with absolute intent. You melt involuntarily at his precision, at the way his free palm nests on the nape of your head and the way his other hand has wrapped around your throat, not strangling, but there. Heavy. Claiming. 

His tongue is hot as he drags it over your bottom lip, an almost tender touch for the way he seems to be sucking all your oxygen and all your reason. 

“W-Wait, let’s talk…”

He chuckles against you lips, palm kneading the pliable and heavy weight of your right tit in his hand, index and thumb finding your nipple under the soft fabric of your dress and pinching the sensitive pebble in a way that has you arching into his touch, mouth going open at the way the pleasure runs right to your core.

“What do you want to talk about? About how easily I can turn you into a desperate slut?”

You shake your head in denial, but he has started to set a path of kisses and bites that are traveling from your column towards the cups of your dress. Tongue wet and eager as he buries his face on your cleavage. “These fucking tits are perfect”. 

Your fingers have found his hair, the soft tresses running through your fingers as he sucks at the tender flesh of your boobs with marking intent. He drags down the dress, completely disregarding the ripping sound it does as the delicate straps rip from the strength of his movement. But you don’t have time to complain because his mouth has found one of your nipples and it’s sucking on it like his life depends on it.

He sucks with desperation, with the kind of fervor that keeps bringing you back to him. That has kept you ignoring all the signals that something was off, because it just felt so good.

Because the way he is forcing you out of your pretty new dress and the way his eyes devour your body, bored eyes nowhere in sight as he drinks in all the details of your shape, all the curves and particularities of its expansion has your legs pressing together at his unabashed hunger. 

He tosses you against the bed with no care as he bares himself for you, all hard lines and sharp angles, and yet as his fingers reach at the damp fabric of the thin fabric covering you pussy there’s a hint of obscure adoration as he presses his fingers against you. Already getting lightheaded at wet you always are, and how pretty you sound as you can’t help but rub yourself into his attentions.

This suits you much better. He lives to see you submitting, to see you becoming too drunk on him to care about how desperate you look. “Yeah? Are you gonna hump yourself into my hand like the needy slut you are?”

He enunciates his sentence by slapping your pussy with his open palm, cock throbbing as he watches you writhe at the overwhelming sensation. “I think you’ve had your fun, but you won’t be doing that anymore. Starting tonight you’re only gonna be able to look at me”.

You are confused, mind hazy as he takes down your panties and tosses them aside, your juices glistening on your pussy as he spreads your legs open for him, fingers digging into the doughy feeling of your thighs. You look so pretty like this, spread open for him and glossy eyes. He leans over you, chest pressing into yours as he kisses you again, slower this time. Like someone who knows he’ll have all the time in the world to do it from now on.

You can’t help but moan into the kiss as you feel the throbbing weight of his member nudging your entrance. He hisses at the contact, at the way your folds open up for him, at the way your juices are mixing together. When the tip of his head presses into your clit you jump at the contact, and he swallows your whimper as he smirks into the kiss.

“You’re so wet, you’re gonna let me fuck you properly this time right? Want you to feel me all the way in, so deep and raw that you won’t be able to want anything else”.

A spark of sanity crosses your mind as you manage to break away from the kiss just enough to speak, although your voice is not even convincing to yourself. “We shouldn’t, we—”

He nudges your entrance with his tip, barely breaking in but is enough to have you mewling at the sensation. “Stop lying to yourself, I can feel your hole twitching, begging to be filled”.

He pushes in in a single movement, before you have a chance to argue or think about it better. The sensation is suffocation, it has you gasping for air as your nails dig into his shoulders, the breaking of his skin feels like encouragement, His head growing lightheaded at the perfect wet wrap of your velvety walls around him.

He exhales a groan into your lips. “So fucking tight…”

It feels like divine retribution, for what he isn’t sure of, because it´s not like he has been denied too many times in his life. But he knows you are, and he knows this is exactly where you are meant to be, being ravaged by his cock and unable to deny him. 

He pulls out completely not because he wants to separate from you, but because he needs to prove his point; to put an end to the ridiculous stubbornness that might still make you deny him of what he knows is his. 

You whimper at the loss of contact, lips looking for his own in a silent plea.

“What were you saying before? We shouldn’t?” He is draping your legs over his forearms, spreading you obscenely wide for him, to make sure once he is inside you again you’ll be able to feel until the last inch of his dick inside you. He is rubbing his sticky tip against your clit again, a purposeful and more direct pressure into the sensitive nub now. “Tell me seriously you do not want this and I will stop”.

You can’t.

And he knows it, because instead of lying to yourself or making another excuse your nails are digging into his back, and your pretty lips have started chanting a breathy “Please”.

“Be more specific”.

“Please fuck me”.

“You’re finally being honest”. A triumphant smile crooks his lips upwards.The mocking tone in his voice shouldn’t make you feel this bothered, but it does. It always does. 

He shouldn't indulge you, and yet you keep breaking his sanity away with the way you are holding him, with how sensitive you are as he keeps rubbing himself against you, it’s messy and sticky and it’s everything he wants. “What will you do if you get pregnant, though?”

His question is pure torture, a humiliating test because he doesn’t care. The thought alone is almost enough to have him bursting, he just wants to see you fall even deeper, to see how your need for him outshines everything else. 

His question should be making you panic, but it doesn’t, it’s only making you needier. “Just… please Sae”.

His eyes darken at your final submission before pushing himself inside you again; slowly, reveling in the delicious stretch and exhaling in relief as he bottoms in. His breath leaving him in a choked grunt as he settles inside you, as he drinks in the throbbing heat of your walls around him, brain going haywire at your closeness. His thick cock hitting that spongy spot he knows makes you scream as he nudges it. 

He starts moving, a rough but torturously slow pace. He is savoring you like this, bare for the first time. Back arching so prettily as he whispers in your ear how you’re his now, how he won’t let you choose anyone else now, how he is gonna be making sure you can’t leave him.

You are too focused on the way his thrusts are perfectly hitting your insides to catch the threat in his voice or to feel the danger of his grip as he starts to pick up the pace. The slapping sounds of his balls hitting your ass as he buries himself inside you with killer precision and desperate intent filling the room, as you start to see white, because he is hitting just the right spot.

“I know you’re close…” His voice has lost that cold control, he is too entranced by your perfect heat around him. His voice is raw in a way unable to hide his need, still commanding but much more open about his urges. He wants to feel you as you milk him dry, perfect pussy accepting him, accepting his seed and sealing your fate forever. There are other ways to make sure you don’t leave, but this one? Making you carry your shared children? The ultimate proof of your acceptance? That is the most appealing one.

So he doesn’t stop. You have started babbling, a pretty sound that he recognizes as the point when he has to go faster, deeper. You feel like you’re out of breath, so full, so sensitive. Sae’s mouth has found your nipples again and is licking and lapping in an unrefined manner, all need and primal intent as he can feel his balls tightening, ready to pump you full of him.

Your hand reaches for your clit as you feel your impending orgasm coming, the vision of your fingers mixing with the creamy white ring around his cock is maddening. “Fucking come for me, milk me dry and let me fill you up”.

Your orgasm hits you with shattering force, has your legs trembling as you are unable to hold it in any longer, Sae comes shortly after, and the hot sensation of his cum flooding your insides is maddening, making you see white and hear static.

Sae doesn’t stop even after he has started to go softer. He needs to make sure not a single drop goes to waste, he stays right where he is, buried to the hilt, gaze obscured by the way your chest rises and falls as you keep shaking in his hold. His lips graze your temple, too gentle for all the obscenity and the intensity of what has transpired. He presses a kiss against the sweaty fee of your skin, hoping his attempts will bear fruits soon.

But if they don't, that's fine. He will just have to keep pumping you full until it sticks.

[liahcharms]

tainted loveꨄ

An outcast you rejected a while ago cannot bear the sight of you with other men! And what's a better place to corner you and beg to love him? By the lake, at night, when you're naked and alone. After he made sure to get rid of your newest lover, of course!

part of slutty (slasher) summer

˖ꨄ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Stalker/Killer!Suguru Geto x Slutty!Reader ꒱

˖ꨄ ݁˖ content & warning: ꒰ mdni 18+ :: heavy smut :: set in 80s :: psycho stalker suguru :: yandere :: obsessive behaviour :: extreme possesiveness :: violence (not towards the reader) :: emo Suguru :: minx reader :: she's so mean :: murders :: death threats :: university au :: suguru has piercings :: oral sex :: masturbation :: stalking :: panties stealing (ofc) :: breeding kink :: creampie :: oral sex :: pussydrunk suguru :: belly bulges :: blood :: we love beating men :: miserable suguru :: extreme jealousy ꒱

˖ꨄ ݁˖ words: ꒰ 11.4k ꒱

˖ꨄ ݁˖ notes: It was supposed to be shorter, but then I spiralled and cooked another long fic. Hope you'll like it <3

He was always there – somewhere, lurking behind the university's walls, with lavender eyes fixed on your figure.

Suguru Geto was known as your menace, stalker, the man who somehow became utterly obsessed with this campus's slutty sweetheart. A freak, an outcast, always hanging out with his weirdo friends. Metal bars coated his face like twinkling stars, and long, shiny hair brushed the ends of his hips, hung with heavy chains.

Two years of a master's degree, two years of a nightmare, a man haunting your dreams like a spectral creature with eyes always fixed on your body and heavy, bittersweet cologne trailing you through the corridors.

You first met in September of 86'. Right on campus, you sat on the grass with your new group of friends and a jock whose name you had long since forgotten, clinging to you like a puppy. The prettiest new girl at university, a heartbreaker, a slut, which you never truly denied. For it was the truth that you enjoyed sleeping around and chirping bewitching sweetness to your next foolish victims.

And Suguru saw you then, as you lay on lush grass in a mid-thigh skirt and white socks, wrapped just above your knees. You wore a checkered top and long earrings that brushed your neck. Squinted eyes turned to his freaky group once, with glossed lips curving into a mischievous smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Why is he staring at me?" you asked, piquing Shoko's interest.

She looked over her shoulder, pushing a low groan. "Ugh, I guess he wants to talk to you. Don't mind them, probably some weird art major."

But it was hard to ignore the lavender irises hiding behind the almond-shaped eyes and this curious, slightly cheeky tilt of his head. September was still rather warm, and yet black jeans wrapped his long legs, hung with silver chains and patches. Dark tee with some washed-out band and thick bracelets stacked one after one on his pale wrists. Massive shoes could probably leave a hole in your delicate, white heels, and so grimace tug on your lips.

A jock sitting right next to you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, with a, "Don't worry, sweetheart, he won't be bothering you."

But you didn't answer, since he would be replaced by another guy by the end of this week. There was no need to raise his hopes.

The days were passing, and you were soon completely wrapped up in the university's tight schedule. Classes, studying, partying. Classes, studying, partying, fucking.

The young adult life was fun, with your friends always pulling you out of the dorm in the dead of night and taking you from one bar to another. From the local student's club to the cabin by the lake, owned by one of the jocks you happened to sleep with.

But the joys of a student's life – be it an evening spent studying or fucking in the car after a stressful exam – were, after a few months, taken away by your stalker.

Suguru Geto has been following you since day one. The moment his eyes fell on your body sprawled on the campus lawn, skin shimmering in the late summer sun, and a sweet giggle tickling his pierced ears.

His brain turned fuzzy whenever he saw the angelic aura wrapping around your cheeky face. Heart melted when your eyes fell on him, even for a single second. An uncontrollable feeling bubbled in his chest at the sheer sight of a little crease appearing between your brows when you bestowed him with a grimace.

It was clear that, for some reason, you treated him rather as a foe than a man who could pique your interest. 

At first, he did nothing but look. Observe, with this devilish smile tugging at his lips and lavender irises taking pleasure in the loveliest scowl slipping onto your face. He tried to keep himself at bay, but not because shyness coiled in his heart.

No, simply because he wished to know everything about you, before making an official approach. Your favourite flowers, the desserts you most cherished, the tight course schedule that always seemed to keep you up all night, favourite shapes and colours of the clacking jewellery that hung from your skin. Of the big hoops that always brushed your neck, and bracelets stacked one on another, chirping like sweet birds whenever you passed by.

He wished to know the colour of your lingerie and how your panties smelled after a long day. To feel the warmth of the bra that had just left the embrace of your breasts. Smell the sweetness of your slightly sweated skin after days when you joined the cheerleading sessions.

Suguru… Suguru wanted to be the one having you all to himself, even if you hated the sheer sight of him.

Whenever you took a shower during late, late nights – someone always seemed to be there. In the shared bathroom on your floor, the one meant to be used solely by the female students. A listener, whose ears pricked up to hear a soft hum of a random melody that bubbled in your throat and sweet sighs when the first hot droplets hit your skin. 

The first time you noticed it was when the bathroom doors closed louder than they should. Another girl coming back from a late session, you thought, giving it no mind. 

But the silence that lingered in the air stretched for too long. As no other shower seemed to be in use, nor did any other sounds of movement filled the lonely bathroom. 

You waited, and waited, to hear something that would not make you believe that a fucking creep slipped inside the room just to await your naked body leaving the shower.

But nothing else ever came, and so your voice echoed off the walls with a, "Hello?"

Silence stood still, and the hot droplets soon turned into the cold sweat tickling the shivering skin along your spine. Nothing, but the thick fog filled the tiled bathroom and a heavy breath of yours, trying to listen for the eerie footsteps that clacked against the wet floor a few seconds ago. 

Coming closer, and closer, till you could already see the heavy, black boots peeking from the lower door crack. A gentle tingling of the oh-so-familiar silver chain slashed through the air, and if you lifted your head up, surely you could see a peek of silky black hair. The shower doors were, after all, not two meters tall. 

"You fucking freak," a low snort escaped your throat. "You don’t think I know who you are?"

Silence. 

He simply stood there, as if waiting. For you to come outside? Or maybe simply enjoying the tension that rose within a blinding fog. The faster beating of your heart, shuddered breath you tried to conceal with a harsh tone, and trembling fingers covering your breasts, as if he could see your naked body through the door.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Don’t be a coward, at least say something," you continued, making sure the miserably weak latch was keeping the door closed. "You’ve been stalking me for months. Don’t you know who my boyfriend is?"

Suguru knew. 

But he also knew that the captain of the basketball team wasn’t your boyfriend. Because you didn’t do that stuff – relationships, love, cheesy romance. 

So a low chuckle slipped past his lips as he pressed his forehead to the door. Trying to smell the sweet body wash that lingered in the air, imagining the foam that coated your soft body and curled around those plush breasts he loved so dearly.

"I can’t believe you’re getting off to this," another snort escaped your throat, as you banged with a fist on the door. "You don’t think I’ll report you? I’ll end you, do you hear me?!"

But Suguru could simply laugh – deeply, with a vibration hitting the plastic surface. His large palm pressed to the door, as if he tried to imagine where exactly your hand lay. So the image of your skins almost touching could slip an eerie, excited thought that tickled his mind in such a pleasant manner. 

A wrath coiled beneath your heart, hearing how much he enjoyed this little torture. Because, if only he wanted, he surely could rip the door off the hinges with little to no sweat. Instead, he simply let out a hum, curling the fingers into a fist.

"Sure, baby. I hear you loud and clear," a low purr bounced off the tile, foggy walls.

The heat made your head spin, body leaned against the plastic door in need of fresh air. But going out now would mean slipping right into his needy clutches. 

And before you could snap once again, he added, "I hope you won’t mind me taking those pretty panties of yours, hm? I’ll give them back one day, pinky promise," and with that, the leather shoes disappeared from your sight.

With your pitched you fucking psycho, kissing his cheeks goodbye, as he left the stuffy bathroom.

And so during the first semester, you started seeing the consequences of having a stalker like him.

Your panties were disappearing one by one, and you knew that it was not a fault of the old washing machines in the dorm. Always suddenly appearing back on your bed, clean and fragrant, although only god knew what he did with them.

Other times, it was the white knee-socks from the cheerleader costume. The woollen, soft material that wrapped your sweaty thighs after hours of training. Always disappearing whenever you planned to do the laundry, always back on your bed a bit stiff, with a heavy cologne still clinging to the cloth.

The report to the headmaster did truly nothing, as you had no proof whatsoever that Suguru Geto was your stalker, nor that he slipped into the women’s bathroom. After all, no one else saw him, and for that matter, no one could accuse him of anything. 

The jock you were sleeping with back then refused to deal with him another way, for he simply didn’t see a reason to it.

You snorted, the first time Toji said it and slipped off his bed. The winter’s biting cold was sneaking past the old dorm windows as you started dressing yourself up. 

"Doll, what are you doing?" The mountain of a man asked with a sigh, stretching his massive body on a bed. "I won’t kill some random guy, just because you think he’s stalking you."

You scoffed at the quizzical tone of his voice, pulling on the warm, woolly sweater. "So you think I made this up, huh?"

Toji groaned, lazily wiping his face with a hand. "Come on, I’m just saying that he may have a crush and that’s it."

"He’s been stealing my underwear and listening to me taking showers for months!"

The emerald eyes followed you with a raised eyebrow, as you pulled tight jeans onto your ass. The scowl between your brows made him chuckle lowly and sit up on a bed, patting the still-warm place next to him.

"Come on, let me make you feel better. It’s not as if he’ll do anything else." His long hand reached for the loops of your jeans, but you quickly smacked it. "Doll, I’m serious. If you were in danger, I would definitely deal with him."

Fully dressed, with shoes on, you turned to him with a low tsk and, "I think you’re too much of a fucking coward to do it," before going out of his room and closing the door with a thud.

Months passed; winter turned into early spring, the second semester began, and Suguru Geto was slowly getting closer. 

In slow, baby steps and yet you felt the line between the two of you thinning. With him appearing on your horizon much more often, following you around the campus, barely trying to hide it.

In early spring, he started leaving little gifts on your bed, under the door, in the locker. A pretty set of lingerie, favourite flowers, a tape with music he thought you could like, the… death threats.

Not to you, oh, but of course, as he would rather cut his limbs off than make a single, precious strand of your hair fall for the greediness filling his heart.

All the death threats were always aimed at your lovers, of course. 

As Suguru had a little patience left for seeing you change men like gloves, with none worthy to be bestowed with the softness of your skin. To nuzzle into your neck, trace kisses down the chin, and hear the sweet laughter every single day. 

Suguru was simply jealous. And he addressed it quite openly in short, paper notes that you somehow always found in your bag.

The mix of, baby he’s not good for you, and, break it off, or he’ll regret ever setting his eyes on my girl.

When you brought them all to the headmaster, he simply offered to monitor the situation. As you still had no proof to offer that Suguru Geto was the one who wrote them all. No one saw him slipping the notes into your bag, nor his ghastly figure stealing all your lingerie. 

On a campus, he was simply a weird guy.

In classes, the best student.

For you, a hellish nightmare that tried to crawl under your skin and wrap around your body like a deathly viper.

And so you ignored the threats. Broke most of your relationships, but didn’t quite reveal the reason. If he had a problem with you sleeping with one guy for a month or two, then… you simply had to stick to one-night stands and not show yourself on campus with any other men.

As long as you weren’t hanging onto anyone’s shoulder, it should be okay. Somehow, you would last the next year and leave this town behind. With the stalker hot on your heels and the presents stacked in your bedroom, one on top of another. 

The middle of the second semester began quickly, with spring in full bloom and the sizzling sun once again letting you slip away for the pool parties at the jocks’ houses. You allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasures and madness of student life, with summer just around the corner. Only a few months left, and you would get a break from your stalker for the whole holidays.

But then… Suguru Geto confessed.

He came to your dorm with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, a small bun sitting high on his head, and pierced lips curling in a gentle smile, as he knocked on your dorm’s door. After months of following you obediently like a puppy, he knew every little thing about you.

Every mood swing of yours, each emotion, always oh so visible on your lovely face. He learned how to watch you, please you, and say the right things to become the perfect boyfriend.

He knew how your pussy smelled during the ovulation days. How you usually tasted, checking it each day with a pretty lingerie of yours pressed to his lips, and fingers pumping his leaking cock. 

He learned the melody you always hummed under the shower and the brand of shampoo that made your hair smell like the sweetest garden.

He found out what you liked and hated in bed, all the kinks you wished to try. The way your fingers pressed to your swollen clit, whenever you stayed in your dorm room alone. How your breath hitched when you were close, and thighs squeezed around nothing, although he truly wished it was his head being squished between the heavenly softness that haunted his dreams.

And when you opened the door, he knew that it was now or never. He, finally, was worthy to ask for your love.

"Hi, baby," he said, glancing at your figure dressed in nothing but a skimpy gown. 

Wrapping you a bit too tight, ending just above the mid-thighs and with perked nipples poking through the flimsy material. 

A scowl bubbled in your throat, and you quickly, with full force, tried to close the door. But he was quicker, slipping his heavy shoe right into the small crack. 

"Leave, or I’ll start screaming," you warned him, getting as an answer a low giggle.

He pushed the door easily, coming into your room. The dim light slipping from the night table bathed the small space with a soft glow. A few scented candles flickered on your desk and the bed of your roommate, as usual, was empty.

You took a few steps back, trying not to show any signs of panic. 

The sudden fear that rose in your chest. Breath becoming slightly more hitched, fingers trembling around the gown you tried to pull down. Eyes fixed on him, as if he could attack any minute now. 

But he, as always, was looking at you. Closely, carefully, with lavender warmth slipping up and down your body and a handsome smirk tugging on his lips. Long hair tickled his shoulder, swimming down along the muscular back dressed in leather jacket. Metal bars on his lips and eyebrows twinkled like coins under the spilling candle-flame, adding a sort of wickedness to his demeanour. 

Suguru Geto was… handsome.

Dear lord, he was beautiful. 

And as difficult as it was to swallow, you could not change the fact that your stalker was one of the prettiest men you had ever seen. With a horrendous and sinful character, yet the face of an angel.

So you allowed yourself to trace the broad back bulging under the jacket. The height looming over your shivering figure. Long fingers that gripped the bouquet and beefy thighs dressed in black jeans.  The woodsy scent of his cologne wrapped around your senses in an utterly pleasurable way, melting you in its warmth.

You hated the way he made you feel. Confused, scared, and most of the time simply furious. But somehow, on some days, a bit too balmy. With a heat spreading all over your body, slipping under the chest, down the belly, between the thighs, as if the wickedness of his actions, the sheer idea of how obsessed he was with you, made you excited. 

So then, while he stood in your dorm with a straightened back, you decided to wait. To see what other foolish plan would bloom in his devilish mind, only for you to bring it back to the headmaster. 

"What the fuck do you want?" you snapped, crossing arms over your chest.

He took a step closer, lavender eyes mingling with an excitement of a source that made your spine tingle in an unpleasant way. Long hand extended towards you, pushing a lush bouquet right into your arms. 

"Go out with me," he stated, not even curving his tone into a question. 

A statement, rather, it was as if he was utterly sure that you would agree.

And you stood there with the same scowl that didn’t leave your forehead even for a second. Fingers wrapped around the heavy bouquet, nostrils tingling with the strong, flowery smell you loved so much.

But the wrath coiling beneath your chest was dangerously close to spilling. Eyes bulged, hearing the question he dared to push after months of acting like a psycho stalker and turning your life into madness. Everyone looked at you like a crazy, delusional woman who tried to frame a poor outcast as a maniac who, Suguru Geto, definitely wasn’t.

And now he had the audacity to stand in your bedroom, checking your body dressed in nothing but a flimsy robe, as a sly smile tugged at his lips. 

"What did you just say?" Rolled in tremble, as you could barely stop the rage bubbling in your chest. 

His head tilted. Long legs took another step closer. Until the big hand lifted to nuzzle your soft cheek, strong thumb brushing the skin aflame with fury.

"Go out with me, baby. Let me love you as you deserve it." The silkiness of his tone made your head spin, in both an unsettling pleasure and madness. "And if you don’t want to date me, use me. It’s been a while since you slept with someone, hm? Why won’t you just use me for your pleasure?"

Thumb slipped to your slightly parted lips. The urge to bite it and suck on it fought in your mind, bringing an irrational feeling that made your lower lip tremble right under his digit.

His words clearly stated that he, in fact, did not know that you hadn’t given up on sleeping with other men. Because if he did…

"Why so sure that I’m not fucking with anyone?" You muttered, tilting head in a cheeky manner.

As if you wanted to indulge yourself in the psychotic game of his, fully aware that you would always end up as a loser. Because for the past few months, Suguru Geto was never, ever, letting you win any of the tricks you tried to play on him. The reports, gathering the evidence, paying people to give him the lesson, although the next day he was always appearing back on the university’s lawn. Fully aware of all your miserable attempts.

Something in his eyes twinkled, but the smile didn’t come off his lips even for a second. "Do you?"

You smacked away his hand, and with a swing, shot the flowers through the room. Gentle petals smashed against the wall, falling pitifully on your roommate’s empty bed.

Before he could even look their way, your arms wrapped around his neck, perked nipples pressed against his torso as you lifted yourself up on tiptoes. The sweetness of your skin immediately enveloped his senses, and it seemed this sudden, intimate gesture left him speechless.

"Every. Single. Night." You whispered, tugging harshly on the long, silky hair curling behind his neck. His breath slipped out shuddered, and, for the first time, you noticed a true rage bubbling in his gaze. "Think you’re so smart? That I’m scared of your stupid threats?" He didn’t answer, allowing himself to cherish the softness of your body pressed to his. "I’m fucking every day with a different guy. Guys, maybe? Who knows, maybe I’m already knocked up stupid after all the cum they–"

His patience finally snapped. 

One hand curled around your waist, the other lifted to squeeze your jaw before the last, nasty words would fully set his mind ablaze. The fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, the arm kept you in place, forbidding you from slipping away from the deathly clutches.

"Aren’t you a smartass, hm?" He chuckled, but his low voice was edged with the wrath that made the lavender irises narrow into a cat-eye glance. "I’m giving you an easy way out, baby. If you’re a fucking nymphomaniac, why won’t you make me your boy toy? Think I was joking?" He tugged you, drawing a soft groan from your throat. And as fear filled your body from head to toe, something exciting, maddeningly confusing, tingled in your fingertips.

"You are a fucking joke," a muffled mutter bounced off the walls, only making him squeeze your cheeks even harder. 

"I don’t think you’re in a position to make me angry, baby," he leaned closer, his lips mere millimetres from yours. 

Another move, and he could taste the sweetness of your lip gloss.

"Or what?" You snorted, enraging him even more. "You’ll kill me? Come on, psycho. At least I’ll get myself free from you."

Suguru never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to do anything that would cause you even a moment's pain. But the way you spoke to him, the way your eyes twinkled with the truth of choosing death rather than spending another second in his presence, made his blood boil in a disgustingly dangerous way. 

Your doe eyes fixed on his, lovely face twisted in a wicked smile as he finally loosened his grip on your cheeks.

"Is that your final answer, then?" He asked, low bass filling the small room. Candle flames licked a side of his face, with warm tongues and peppered kisses. A devil truly looking like an angel. "I promise you’ll regret it, baby."

And with a final scowl, you pushed him away. This time, he allowed you to do it without a fight.

To kick his massive body out of your room and smash the door till the tremor bounced off the corridors. 

Back then, while gathering the beautiful flowers of the bed and pushing them all to the trash can, you didn’t know what consequences your decision would bring upon the lives of not just you, but all the other people you associated yourself with. The rage filled you from head to toe, making your mind go foggy from the dizziness and adrenaline that still pulsed in your veins. 

Back then, you thought that the official rejection would finally stop all his attempts to coax you into this weird relationship he had made up in his head and give you a little breather.

So when you didn’t notice his presence around yourself for the next few days, a grain of hope bloomed beneath your heart. That maybe, he finally decided to leave you alone. 

Your lingerie stopped disappearing, death threats were no longer found in your bag, and all the little presents stopped appearing on your bed. Life was getting back on track, and you could enjoy the last few months of university, hanging on jocks’ shoulders and slipping into parties every single weekend.

But as it would soon turn out, those few days of peace were nothing but a bad omen. The storm that would soon haunt not only your life but the whole campus itself. 

As on the night one of the male students had left your dorm, he disappeared. Simply, just like that, only to be found two days later in the local forest. With body dismembered into pieces, head a few meters away from the torso.

When the news spread across the campus, not a single student or professor was left unshocked, their hearts shattered. 

Did he have any enemies? People wondered. Did he find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time?

The police went to you first, of course, since you seemed to be the last person who saw him that night. But the two officers didn’t get anything from the stuttering, and weeping body of yours, with dark circles swollen under your eyes. As, in fact, you didn’t even know his name, after meeting at some party and taking back for a quick fuck to your room. 

Weeks passed before you could somehow move on and find calmness within a company of another guy. Not a one-night stand, but simply someone whose kindness and gentlemanly manner made your mind flutter with peace. He talked to you gently and made a sweet, genuine laugh slip past your lips. A friend, companion, but of no love interest from your side.

And yet, after a while, he disappeared too. Only to be found in the lake, with a purple body bulging from the water and a head wrapped in a dirty sack. 

This case… made you spiral into madness. 

Because, as you would soon discover, men who got close to you in any way were always, always, going missing just a few days after exchanging a few simple words with you. Be it a random student working in a library or a waiter at your favourite dinner. It didn’t matter who they were to you, but a single glance at your face was enough to sentence them to death.

And whenever another person was disappearing, you always saw him.

Suguru Geto, looking at you from across the campus, with a diabolical smirk tugging at his lips. Of unmatched beauty, with cheeks, straight eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes. Lavender gaze lingering, with an uncanny sense of a secret only the two of you knew. The love and obsession so heavy that he was ready to cut you off from any men if that would force you to crawl back to him.

So you simply stopped hanging around campus. You just gritted your teeth, hid face beneath the heavy hoodie, and left the room only for classes. Room – classes, room – classes, the route that, during the last month before the summer break, became your routine. 

You made minimal contact with other men, be it people in your class or a cashier at the local supermarket. Avoided the parties, gatherings, hangouts, just to not risk anyone’s life any further. 

Just one month, you thought, desperately wanting to move back to your parents’ house for the summer holidays. 

To leave Suguru, the university, this whole mess behind, and lock yourself far away from all the problems you already caused.

And then, a few days before leaving, Shoko knocked on your door. And when you opened with a puffy face and a shirt dirty from a chocolate ice cream you just stuffed yourself with, she sighed heavily, quickly coming inside.

"Do you even have a roommate?" She asked, noticing that the other half of the room was always empty.

With a brief nod, you fell back on your bed and closed the book you had just been reading. Ice cream in a big paper cup was melting on your bedside table, and heavy curtains cut off the summer light in the stuffy room. 

"She’s always hanging out with her boyfriend," you muttered, patting the place next to you. 

Shoko took a seat, watching the misery furrow your face. "You can’t cut yourself off. It’s not healthy, you know?" she said, tugging a lock of your hair back behind an ear. 

Your fingers fiddled with the old, pink tracksuit, picking on the little, plastic diamonds glued to the soft material. 

"I don’t want anyone else to die," a low, almost crying voice filled the space as you desperately tried to hold back the tears already swirling behind your eyelids. "What if he’s going to hurt you?"

She wondered for a second, taking in your state, a pain ripping at her heart. "Don’t worry, I won’t let that bastard get anywhere near me. Besides, it seems that he only aims for your…" She bit down on the lower lip, as if not wishing to confirm what was already obvious. "Anyways, I thought that maybe we could have some fun tonight. Nothing crazy, just a simple funfair with me, Utahime and Yuki."

You looked up from behind the wet eyelashes, seeing the comforting smile on your friend’s face.

"I don’t think I’m in the mood for fun," another sigh escaped your tightened throat. "Besides, he can follow me there."

She hummed, nodding her chestnut head. Short hair curled around the lean cheeks, and a single cigarette was pushed behind an ear. 

"Well, how about you slip away through the window? He won’t notice you leaving the dorm. His room is on the other side of the building; he won’t even see you cross the lawn."

A low giggle slipped past your lips, seeing a cheeky grin lift her lips. "And how do you know that?"

"I think you truly underestimate your friends. Yuki’s boyfriend is friends with his roommate, the nerd guy, Satoru. We’ll make sure he keeps him entertained for a few seconds," Shoko laughed, squinting her eyes like a sly kitty. "Besides, there’s some weird metal band in town. I’m sure he and the rest of Addam’s Family will hang out there. He already knows you’re too scared to even leave your room, so… he won’t suspect anything."

The plan indeed sounded good. And as your room was on the first floor, slipping away would be easy. The worst that could happen was a small scratch, but it seemed worth it to experience even the simplest moment of joy before leaving your friends for two months. 

At the same time… the fear was eating you alive. The thought that he might somehow be able to track your location sent a shiver down your spine. Made your mind freeze, heart trying to leap from the tightened chest. You didn’t want to hear about any more murders. Didn’t want to befriend kind, innocent people who would meet a tragic end only because of the psychotic stalker who cared for you in his sick, twisted manner.

And yet, without a second thought, you nodded, drawing a squeak from Shoko’s beaming face. She pulled you into a tight, warm hug, a sweet fragrance of perfume and cigarette smoke wrapping around your senses. 

"So get your ass up now and go take a shower," She said, pushing you towards the door. "I’ll prepare a little special outfit for our night out."

The bathroom was empty when you entered, but no one interrupted your long, warm shower. No heavy footsteps bounced off the tiled walls, and no one’s silky hair peeked down at your naked body. It felt almost unusual, yet you tried to enjoy this intimate moment of peace just as you used to, with the same melody hummed softly beneath the dripping rain and a sweet body wash lathering your skin. 

Colours seemed to slowly spread across your cheeks, the purple smooched disappeared from under your eyes, and a heavy, relaxed breath escaped your throat. 

The life, even for a slippery second, felt as if it was back under your control. 

When you turned to the room, a small, shocked gasp rolled off your tongue.

"I am not wearing that!" You scowled, looking at the set Shoko prepared for you. 

You had long forgotten about the tight, extremely short pink skirt and the sparkling white top that were hidden in your wardrobe. A set of white lingerie lay right next to them, and your heart almost stopped at the bra, thin enough to make your perked nipples visible through the flimsy top.

"What do you mean? You wore it so many times before!" she exclaimed, adding a pair of big hoops and milky-white heels. "Come on, don’t be a prude!"

"I’m not, but…" but what if some guy tries to talk to me, and he will be there, and…

"Nuh-uh, stop. I can read your thoughts," Shoko said, quickly wiping a towel over your naked body. Her chestnut eyes slid up and down your figure, a cheeky smile tugging at her lips. "Mhm, perfect. Dress up and let me do your make-up."

So after an hour and a long fight over the crimson lipstick that smudged your lips in an utterly whorish way, you and Shoko, under the sky blanketed in darkness, finally slipped away through the window. Bags fell onto the lawn first, heels following right after, only for your stupidly giggling lips to shush each other as you ran across campus. 

Yuki and Shoko were already waiting outside, and when you saw them crouched behind the bushes, a loud, alive laugh filled the warm summer night.

"Why didn’t you wait in the car?" You asked, slipping into the passenger seat.

Yuki started the car, slowly reversing from the university’s car park. "For your entertainment, dear." She chuckled before pulling onto the main road.

After ten minutes of laughing and chit-chatting in the car, with music blasting from the speakers and Yuki’s cabriolet swooshing along the forest roads, you finally noticed the lights.

Red, orange, and purple, with a Ferris wheel looming over the dark, haunted house, rollercoasters, and multiple colourful booths filling the place with a mixture of burnt popcorn and sweet cotton candy. The tacky music beamed from the stickers, bouncing off the nearby lake, hidden just behind the deep forest. 

Children, teenagers and students filled the park to the brim, with plastic red cups or paper boxes of food in their hands. Men tried to show off their muscles, hitting the high striker again and again until the golden bell buzzed with a red alarm, tickling your earlobes. A few squeaks escaped from the haunted house after a group of girls left it, laughing and giggling, while another group just entered, fear twisting their faces.

It seemed perfect, joyful and carefree, lifting a heavy burden from your shoulders and allowing you to experience a moment of happiness.

Shoko wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards the entrance.

After an hour, you completely forgot about the terror that had haunted you for the past year. You couldn’t count the cans of beer you drank, the amount of caramel popcorn that filled your belly with sweetness, all the times you almost barfed on the rollercoaster, and your miserable attempts to win a plush toy in darts.

Some men looked behind their shoulders to sense a direction from which sugary laughter was coming. Some tried to talk to you, but all three girls were immediately taking you away from their clutches, knowing that the presence of another guy was the last thing you needed.

But then all of them left for the haunted house, which you refused to enter, and suddenly became easy prey. Easy enough for someone to come into your line of sight and let out a chuckle when another soft ball didn’t hit the moving object. 

"I’m sorry, but you really suck at it," a low voice whispered in your ear, and you quickly looked over your shoulder. 

A young man, surely your age, with coffee-coloured eyes that mingled like little stars and sandy hair brushed slightly back. He stood tall, with broad shoulders bulging beneath the blueish shirt. Muscular arms peeked from beneath the short sleeves, with a few creamy buttons revealing his warm chest.

Your lips pouted. "I’m not that bad."

"It’s the fourth time you lost it."

Sixth, almost slipped away, but instead, you let out a giggle.

His eyes scanned your face, taking in the loveliness warming your skin, before drifting towards a booth filled with plushies.

"So which one do you want?" He asked, giving the cashier a few dollars for another try. 

You bit the plush inside of the cheek, pointing with a finger at the big, black cat with yellow eyes and a pinkish nose.

"He looks mischievous," a man murmured, nevertheless sending you a smile.

His legs spread a bit wider, and his body leaned over to get a better view of the moving cans.

"I like them a bit mischievous," you said, moving yourself to stand right next to him. 

With a corner of the eye, you noticed his gaze on your warm cheeks, before he looked back towards the game. "I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m a nice guy."

The first ball flew, hitting right in the middle of the small can. You gasped, shooting your head towards him. To look at the cheeky smile and sandy brows curving up. 

"You did not!"

He shrugged, rolling a chuckle. "Not bad, hm?"

Another three balls in his hand disappeared just as quickly. One by one, each hitting the can with force, until the metal cups fell to the ground. The cashier seemed just as surprised and charmed as you, watching the blue veins bulge on his forearms and squinting at the aim. 

When the last can fell, you suddenly, without a further thought, grabbed his shoulders and started jumping with loud squeaks.

"Oh my god! Amazing!" The pure happiness lighting your face swelled his heart with pride as he pointed a finger at the big, black cat.

"Here you go, pretty," He said, a gentle rosiness kissing his lips as he pushed the plush into your arms.

A bit too small to hug it fully, slightly bigger than your chest.

"Pretty?" Fell rather cheeky, as you walked towards one of the benches. 

The warm summer air coated your body, hair stuck to the glossed lips, and you noticed the way his finger curled into a fist, as if wishing to push those few strands away. 

"Well, aren’t you?" He scratched the back of his neck at the poor attempt to crack a flirty joke. 

And as heartwarming as it was, maybe a little cheesy, you smiled, nuzzling cheek into the soft fur of your new gift.

"Mhm, whatever you say, handsome."

This time, his lean cheeks blazed with colour. Eyes slipped over your shoulder, as if the loveliness of your eyes was simply too much to bear. Cute.

"I’m Nanami," he said, coffee eyes finally meeting yours once again. "I was watching you for a while and thought you were pretty…"

The shyness creeping up his neck melted your heart. He was handsome, of course he was, with a sharp jaw and sandy hair, a few golden strands as if licked by the sun's rays. Eyes deep and warm, like sweet cocoa, held the damnedest purity that men your age usually did not possess. Pale skin, coated with a sheen of sweat, fingers curling and straightening under the weight of your gaze.

You sat down on the nearby bench, nothing but a black cat keeping your thighs from touching each other.

"Are you trying to flirt with me, Nanami?" You asked, turning head his way.

"Is it working?"

You hummed, leaning closer with a devilish smile dancing on your lips. "I think you’re pretty cute."

Nanami turned out to be the utmost gentleman. Always paying attention to everything you said, listening with pricked ears and quick nods. Sometimes the conversation turned to him, but more often to you. And although you thought of yourself as a rather boring person, Nanami enjoyed every word that slipped past your lips.

He seemed rather boring, but kind, shy, and utterly curious about your persona. Making a pleasurable warmth bubble in your belly and a wicked need to coax him into your arms. To use him for your own satisfaction, as back in the days when you enjoyed spending your nights with men too good to hang out with girls of your sort.

And soon you started leaning closer. And closer, placing the cat on the other side of the bench, pressing your thighs together. He was sweetly, utterly aware of your presence. Of the sweetness that filled his nostrils, the warmth of your body and giggles kissing his earlobes.

"I was thinking…" fell sweetly, with your breasts stuck to his arm.

Nanami’s breath hitched, lips felt slightly open. "Y-Yes?"

"Maybe we could move somewhere quieter?" A lovely pout formed on your lips, doe eyes lurking up from beneath the curtain of lashes. "There’s a lake nearby. And I could reaaally use a cold swim right now."

You felt a tremor slip down his spine. The goosebumps rising on the skin of his bicep, you curled fingers around. A bulge in his trousers that made your eyes twinkle and lips lift in a wicked smile.

"But you don’t h-have a swimsuit," he said, perfectly knowing how stupid his reasoning was.

Because the lack of a swimsuit was, indeed, the whole point of this secret meeting. 

So when a low, "Do you mind?" Slipped past your lips, he quickly shook his head.

"Let’s meet in ten, then." You said, before walking away towards the hidden beach with a gentle sway of your hips and a big cat wrapped within your arms.

It was safer to meet there separately. The reasons were obvious, but Nanami didn’t need to know them. There was no need, as for the past few hours you had been carefully scanning the park for the dark, heavy shoes and their owner, a face that still haunted your dreams.

It seemed he truly had no idea of your whereabouts, so the invitation seemed quite safe. Nanami appeared too good to get himself tangled up in your whole mess, yet the egoistic, carnal need for pleasure was far stronger than the need to keep a clear mind.

 The short path through the dark forest led you towards a small beach, with trees looming over the crystal water and the moon peeking through the thick branches. Crickets hummed a summer melody, gentle waves crashed over the soft sand and without a second thought, you started undressing yourself. 

The top, skirt, heels, followed by the flimsy white lingerie. A shiver ran down your spine when you dipped your feet in the water. Lukewarm, but still cooling your body in such a pleasing way. You slowly went further, and further, till the lake wrapped around your hips and moonlight bounced off the crystal droplets gathering on your skin.

Soft sigh slipped past your lips as you immersed yourself fully, with only your head peeking over the calm surface.

After a while, you finally heard footsteps slowly coming towards the beach. Nanami was close, and so you went back to the shore, slowly, slowly, walking out of the lake, with beads coating your naked body. Hanging off the perked nipples, nuzzling into the collarbones, dripping down your pussy, and a sheer sight of you could make one recall legends of water nymphs. With a beauty that unlatched heaven itself, carrying a wicked spell that spiralled men into madness.

When the shadow lurked from between the bending trees, your lips curled. Head tilted, mind already imagined the fever that would hit his lovely, virgin cheeks. 

"Nan–"

And yet, before the name could fully roll off your lips, your breath hitched instead. 

Because the man who appeared in front of you wasn’t him. The kind boy you met just minutes ago.

No, but instead Satan himself. Demon, nightmare, a fiend plaguing your life since the year before.

With a tall, muscular body dressed in black, heavy shoes wrapped around his ankles, creamy skin drenched… in blood. Long fingers wrapped around the long knife, and this damned smile bubbled behind the lavender irises.

"You–" a shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, body suddenly a lot more naked than it should.

Everything you showed, exposed, and wanted to offer wasn’t meant to be seen by him.

And Suguru Geto knew it. Oh, he knew too well, and that’s why the lavender gaze travelled up and down your body with a satisfaction.

"Hi, baby," he said, slightly tilting his head. "Why the surprised face? Have you waited for someone else?"

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to confirm the obvious. Instead, your hands lifted to cover the soaked breasts, eyes quickly fell on the clothes left messily on the sand. Four big steps and you could at least grab the lingerie.

But Suguru noticed the way your gaze wandered, and a small gasp escaped his lips. He was faster, with long legs carrying him to your panties before you could take a step, body still frozen in fear. With one hand gripping the knife, he bent over and grabbed the dirty panties with the other.

"Such a pretty set. All for me?" He giggled, lifting the material to his nose. You could hear a low moan as he took a deep, heavy sniff with utter pleasure. Pervert. "Fuck, baby. You always smell so fucking good." Before you could snap back, his tongue peeked out past the pierced lip, taking a long, moany lick of your juices, lavender eyes not leaving your face for a second. "And taste like heaven."

Something bubbled in your belly. A mix of emotions too strange to identify, making your mind spin into a fury and spine tingle with a craving too queer to admit. The sole fact that standing naked in front of your stalker felt…

"Where’s Nanami?" you added quickly, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched the moment Suguru moaned around your panties.

He took a step closer, coming your way at an unhurried pace. Panties hidden in the back pocket of his jeans, a thumb brushing away your juice, mixed with a crimson liquid on his cheek.

Suguru shrugged, eyes still fixed on your face. "Who?"

Your fingers turned into fists, as "What did you do to him, psycho?" fell through the gritted teeth.

But the gentle crease appearing between your brows melted Suguru’s heart. Low chuckle bounced off the calm water, as he was only a few steps away. If he wanted to, he could simply extend his hand and grab you by the neck. 

"Baby, I really thought you learned your lesson," an angelic pout twisted his lips, as he pressed the drenched knife to his cheek. "Let me think… are you talking about the guy who was coming to see you? Blond, slightly shorter than me?"

When a terror flickered behind your gaze, his eyes lightened. "Ah, so that was him? Well, I didn’t like the fact that he was coming to meet my girl," Lavender irises dropped down to your breasts covered by your hands, before slipping towards the soft belly, hips, mound of your pussy, with a low growl tickling your ears. "Fuck, baby. I’m so happy this fucker’s dead. I can’t believe–"

Before Suguru could finish, you took a step.

And the next one, and another, before your palm met with his cheek. You didn’t expect the hit to be that hard, and yet he stumbled and fell on the soft sand. With a shock crossing his face and hand lifting to grab his burning skin. 

"Bab–"

You launched towards him, your hips straddling his, palms pressing his shoulders down until his head hit the ground. Everything felt too weird, unnatural, as burning rage took over your mind and adrenaline pulsed beneath your skin. 

Another slap echoed from the looming trees, and when his head flew to the left, you quickly turned it right with the next hit. And the next, next, counting each man who died because of you. The jock, the kind guy, the diner waiter, the student from the library… Nanami. 

One hit more ruthless than another, but the adrenaline cooed over the sizzling pain that ripped your palms. No tears ran down your face, no trembling washed over your spine. 

It was a wrath that had been simmering beneath your heart for months and finally found a way to spill in a deeply dishonourable way, leaving you filled with disgust for the violence he forced upon you. 

When you finally finished, with deep breaths slipping one by one through your parted lips and eyes looking down at his face, a sort of peace dripped into your mind. Upon seeing a thin thread of blood trickling down his lips and a nasty, lavender bruise slowly forming high on cheeks.

He lay still with a mix of shock and absolute, loving madness that slipped in a shudder past the bloody traces on his face. 

If Suguru Geto had thought he already loved you those few minutes before, now, with your naked body straddling his and cheeks pulsing from a beating he had himself awakened in you – he wasn’t sure whether love was enough to describe the devotion his heart swelled with.

Your breasts rose with deep breaths, lips slightly parted, while your hands still pressed his shoulder into the sand. And before he could speak, your finger hooked around his lip piercing, pulling him forward as pain shot through every nerve the metal had struck.

"Stop fucking testing me," you growled, with squinted eyes looking straight into his. "Think you’re so smart? I know your psychotic ass is too miserable to lay a finger on me. Pull another stunt like that and I’ll fucking kill you," you launched him forward, without a care whether the lip ring would rip through the skin. "Do you understand?"

He quickly nodded, but the heart-shaped irises were enough to raise another wave of fury beneath your chest.

And when he thought you would stand up and simply walk away, leaving him on a sand with a blood trickling down his chin and a hard cock trying to rip through his pants, you…

Kissed him. Smashed your lips against his, licking clean the crimson liquid pooling on his skin. 

Suguru was already taken by surprise, but now, feeling your warmth so close to his body, he could swear that heaven was nowhere but in the taste of your sweet breath.

He moaned, drinking the saliva dripping from your lips and feeling the wet pussy rolling against his bulging jeans. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, squeezing them tight till another pitiful groan slipped right into your mouth.

And when his big palms landed on your hips, you pulled back, giving him yet another slap. "Don’t fucking touch me, you psycho."

Your words fell harshly, but the desire bubbling in your lower belly and sticky juices coating his jeans were enough evidence to make you feel utterly, madly turned on by the miserable state he allowed you to put him in.

"Baby, fuck, sit on my face, I’m begging you," he moaned, looking down at the long, silky thread that dripped down from your cunt right onto his bulge. 

The sheer sight made his mind spin, and when you moved over his face, Suguru was sure that blood started dripping from his nose. 

"I don’t care if you’ll suffocate, but you better make me cum," you stated, looking down into his dazed eyes.

Knowing fully well that the death between your thighs would bring him the peace he did not deserve.

With one move, you sat yourself on his face, tongue already peeking out and plastered to meet the heavenly sweetness of your cunt. A low, loud groan filled your drenched walls as he could finally savour the flavour he had craved for so long. 

Lavender eyes rolled back, muscular body trembled as you sat with your full weight, till his teeth grazed your swollen clit and tongue sealed the leaking entrance. He drank the honeyed saps like a man starved, lapping through your folds with low moans and shallow breaths. Getting himself intoxicated by the creaminess trickling down his throat and coating the inside of plush cheeks with a sheen of sugar.

His hand immediately slipped down to his cock, fiddling with a belt, only to pull out a massive, leaking shaft that hit his abdomen. You looked over your shoulder, mouth watering at the sheer sight of the monstrosity he dared to keep hidden all this time.

He did offer to be your boy toy, and maybe, maybe, you would think it over, knowing the fatness that could poke each and every nerve deep inside your pussy. 

When his lips curled around your clit, sucking on the swollen button, your hips rolled in pleasure. 

"Fuck," you moaned, feeling a smirk already tugging on his bloody lips. 

The metal rings felt slightly cold, bringing a weird pleasure to the heat that ripped you from the inside.

His long fingers curled around the thick shaft, pumping it in slow, lazy strokes. The reddened head pulsed as if ready to burst, balls contracted whenever your hips rolled over and over again, smearing his chin, cheeks, nose in a creamy cum.

His tongue fluttered around your clit, folds, poking inside the tightening cunt. When his other hand slipped up to grab your tit, you allowed it with a soft groan. Long fingers rolled the hardened nipple, squeezing the fat that fit into his palm just right. 

"My sweetest," he pulled slightly away, forcing a frown upon your lovely forehead. "That desperate to get fucked, huh? I’m sorry my baby needed to wait that long."

It could look as if he was talking to you, but, in fact, his squinted eyes were nowhere but on your glistening pussy. With another wave of cum already sticking to his lips and lonely hole clenching desperately around nothing.

"My–"

"Stop talking," you muttered, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair, only to push him towards your cunt. "I’m far from cumming."

And he did as you ordered, plastering himself again to the heaven between your legs. 

This time, he lapped more hungrily. With lips, tongue, nose poking all your sweetest buds, sucking on the trembling clit and pushing, pushing, pushing inside the weeping cunt. Each roll of your hips tugged painfully on his piercing, but he didn’t mind. 

No, but rather took a carnal pleasure from the heaviness of your body, feeling that dangerous warmth bubbling in his loins. 

And you were no better, with head falling behind and eyes closing from the ecstasy that was ready to spill any second. Looking back on his cock, you moaned, already imagining the fat, leaking shaft nuzzled deep inside your pussy. With a slightly curved head hitting your womb and a warm cum filling you to the brim.

"Oh fuck, I’m close," an almost inaudible whisper rolled off your tongue, but Suguru caught it in time.

With a sly smirk and lips sucking on your clit harsher, till the plumped bud trembled on his tongue, leaking a few droplets of sap.

His face turned red, for you really cut the air off and made him suffer in pleasure, strangled beneath your oozing cunt. Eyes rolled back again, a low groan spread through your pussy, sending another wave of climax down your spine.

And within the next few rolls and his tongue digging deep inside your soft walls – you finally cummed. Gushed, all over his face, drenching it in splatters of crystal droplets, landing in his mouth, on cheeks, dripping down the forehead. Your thighs squeezed around his head, a pitched moan left parted lips, and fingers grabbed his hair tighter. 

You trembled, and trembled, feeling the ambrosial orgasm tickle your spine. Probably the first and best given to you through oral sex alone. 

And as embarrassing as it was to admit, Suguru was, by far, the only man who made you moan that loud. 

You didn’t have a moment to catch your breath. No strength to lift yourself up from his body. And to him it was of no problem, as the second later, the world spanned only for you to find yourself under him.

With thighs glued to your chest and ass slightly lifted up. 

"I told you–"

His lips fell onto yours before you could finish, drawing a sweet moan from your throat. 

"My poor baby is in heat," he muttered, licking a long stripe of your sweating cheek. "Let me take care of you. You waited so fucking long, didn't you?"

"And whose fault is that?" You snapped, feeling his smirk back onto your lips. 

He kissed you messily, yet with a sweetness and care you would never associate with a psycho of his sort. 

"I told you," he started, pulling away to take his shirt off. Muscles upon muscles glistened under the moonlight spilling through the trees, dark locks cascading down to his hips. "You will regret rejecting my love."

His trousers quickly joined the shirt on the sand, and soon he was hanging over you naked. With a heavy cock lying on your belly and droplets of precum leaking onto your belly button. It burned down through your skin – the hefty girth that made your mind spin from the sight alone. 

He didn’t cum, as if waiting to release himself deep within the warmth of your pussy, and his next "Last time you mentioned something about getting knocked up, hm?", only confirmed the nasty thoughts already bubbling in your skull.

"Don’t know how to use a condom?" You bit down on lower lip, deep inside knowing that you yourself would throw that condom away. 

There was simply no way you would pass up a chance to feel such a monstrous shaft deep inside you. His big palms hook under your thighs, folding you even further, till the breath alone slipped in trembled gasps and chest squeezed under the heaviness of his body.

And yet, you still tried to expose yourself even further, moving your hips in desperate need to meet the long-craved fraction and the maddening stretch. It felt so embarrassing, humiliating, to get yourself drunk on the pleasure that tickled your fingertips and made your lips fall open.

Dizziness already coiled behind your eyes, and Suguru could see it clearly. In the way you looked at his leaking cock, with this slutty, needy gaze.

"Do you want me to use it, baby?" He chuckled, leaning himself down. Only lick a long stripe down your neck, feeling the sweat tickle his taste buds. "Tell me you don’t dream about getting fucked raw and stupid."

A moan slipped past your lips when the head of his cock smooched your entrance, and lips sucked on sensitive skin right beneath your jaw. "Just do it already, fuck."

"Tell me you love me," He murmured, teeth grazing one of your pulsing veins. "Tell me you’ll stay, and I promise to give you everything."

Hips already rolling, as you tried to get yourself closer to his fatness. To the tip that oozed with sticky precum and the heat radiating from his cock. 

A pathetic mewl escaped your throat as he sank himself a bit deeper. But only the plump head, that already marked the painful stretch you would surely get after the rest of the shaft followed.

"Stop dreaming, you psycho," you gritted through your teeth, pushing out even more of the cum that wrapped in a creamy ring around his cock. You stretched your hand, taking a fistful of his hair, only to pull him closer. Till your lips crashed in another kiss, the dried blood sticking to your maws. "Fuck me stupid, and I’ll think about it."

And Suguru, as desperate as he was, needed only those few, mean words to shove his massive shaft deep inside your pussy. 

A loud scream bounced off the trees, soon muffled by his lips, drinking in every cry, every moan that started spilling out. 

The stretch was as painfully ecstatic as you expected, spinning your mind with drowsiness and rolling eyes into the skull. He filled every corner, every fold of your plush hole, till the reddened head smooched your womb. You trembled from head to toe upon a sudden intrusion, and the way he immediately started moving. 

Pushing, thrusting, shoving his cock till the balls squelched against your lifted ass, and nasty splashing filled the little beach. He kept you in place, with muscular arms folding you in half and lips licking, sucking, and biting on the sensitive skin of your neck. Chest plastered to your nipples, brushing the perked buds each time he rammed his cock inside your weeping cunt.

The air felt sticky and steamy, with the sweetness of your breaths mixing whenever another moan slipped past your lips, and Suguru watched carefully as pleasure twisted your face.

The ethereal beauty that warmed your cheeks, eyes lidded in delight, a stream of spit dripping down your chin, before he licked it with a low, nasty groan.

"Fuck, baby, I waited so long," He muttered, mind spinning into madness whenever your plush cunt clamped on his cock. "So hungry, weren't you?"

When his fingers slipped between your bodies, only to press against your clit, a pitched, "Mmm y-yeah, fuck, I hate you so much," rolled right into his smirking lips.

He chuckled, shoving his shaft faster, deeper, till a small bulge appeared right under your belly button. "Do you? Because I thought you, ugh, liked them a bit mischievous, huh?"

You heard those words somewhere before. Maybe because they were the same words said to Nanami.  

But then, with his cock stuffing you, nasty, full and plush lips caressing yours, you couldn’t give a single fuck about how he knew about them. The only thing that mattered was his heavy, beefy body pressed to yours, leaving barely any space for the warm air that desperately tried to slip between your sweating skins.

"Suguru," a lovely mewl escaped your throat when his curved tip hit your sweet spot inside. Ramming into it relentlessly, with a force that drove your body into the sand. "So, oh god, you fill me so good."

His lips met your jaw, chin, lavender eyes tracing each scowl of your face. "You love it, don’t you, baby?" Big thumb rolled the swollen clit, pulling another pinched moan from your throat. "I know, baby, you love it so fucking much. And if I’ll do this," He rammed his tip against your spot again, before nuzzling it right against the plumped womb. "You will cum very, very soon."

And he was right. Pushing all your buttons, kneading your body in all the right places as if he knew exactly how to make a warmth bubble in your belly. 

Fingers of one hand dug painfully into the backs of your thighs as you opened them even further, letting him slip into you even deeper.

"Talk to me, baby." He ordered, feeling the erratic clenching of your walls. "Tell me how much you love me."

"I love it–ahhh," rolled instead, and you could feel a dissatisfied tsk bouncing off your chin.

"No, baby," his teeth sank into your neck, his thumb pressing on your clit even harder. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you fucking love me. I’ll kill every man you’ll ever try to talk to. Hell, I’ll slash your pretty friends’ throats if they try to keep me away from you." Each nasty word was marked by a more brutal roll of his lips. Till the sweet pleasure of smooching your womb soon turned into your painful cries. "Say it, say that you love me."

The warmth in your lower belly was ready to spill, head lulled to the side only to be brought back by his lips, tugging harshly on yours. He bit into them, then licked the swell with a coo, as if trying to coax you into the madness-confession he had waited so long for. 

And you, wrapped around the heavy weight of his cock inside your cunt and the way he made your feet curl in pleasure, finally, unfortunately, had given up. 

"Suguru, I love you–nghh–s-so fucking much," a sweet mewl slipped past your lips. "So good, fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love you, love you, love you, love you–"

Your desperate cries were muffled by his low groan, dripping into your throat, as he finally stilled. 

With cock kissing your womb, lips lick the tears rolling in the corners of your eyes and a thumb pinching the trembling clit. 

You came with a loud cry, squirting all over his beefy thighs, abdomen, soaking the trembling shaft that started filling your clamping walls with waves and waves of cum. Its stickiness glueing to your soft insides, creamy droplets plugging you so full, till the milky threads spilled from the rim of your cunt. 

And in the brief moment when Suguru Geto let his guard down, your fingers seized the long knife left messily on the sand and, with a single furious thrust, drove it deep into his left thigh. 

A low groan slashed through the air when the shimmering iron struck his thick muscles, sending a painful wave over his spine. 

You rolled his heavy body off, milky cum still dripping down your thighs and eyes… 

Eyes looking no better than his. With heart-shaped irises glancing down at his body wrinkling in pain, with a sweet giggle, as you finally felt the winning pleasure spreading all over your chest. 

His naked, muscular figure sprawled on the sand, cock already getting hard once again, upon seeing the bloody, sticky mess you left on him. Lavender gaze gazed up to you with a swelling devotion, and you needed to grit your teeth not to give him one last slap. 

Instead, you started dressing yourself, slowly, with eyes squinted and lips tugged by a sly smile. 

"I should fucking kill you," tickled his ears, and he could only give you a short nod. "But it would be a waste of resources," your eyes slipped onto his already leaking cock.

"I’ll come over tonight, baby," he mumbled, wrapping his hand around your ankle. If he could, he would crawl behind you, but the pain slashing through his thigh was already spiralling him into dizziness. "Fucking, wait for me, I’ll come over."

"I’ll be taking a shower in two hours, and I expect to see you there," you said with a final low hum and a tilt of your head, before walking away. 

And Suguru… he had to jerk himself twice before he could finally stand up, swaying and pain swirling droplets of sweat on his neck. Yet, neither death nor such a minor injury could ever keep him away from his sweet, precious girl.

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[kurooangel]

❥ humiliation w itoshi sae

“just grind” he says almost like he depreciates you, not tearing his eyes apart from the screen.

you’re fully naked while he’s watching one of his last games. despite your pouts and whines (and his hard cock), he remains unfazed by you.

you swallow and straddle his thigh, eyes glued to his handsome face. he looks so good with his flat expression and silly bangs. your hands fist his shirt as you start dragging your hips against his beefy thigh, toned and exposed by his expensive boxers just for you.

you bite your lower lip when one of his hands rest on your plushy thigh, his thumb caressing your sensitive skin. a low moan leaves your mouth when you grind against him in a way that grazes your clit, and he glares at you. his teal eyes go from your face to your pussy on his thigh, feeling your slick covering his skin. “you’re fucking pathetic”

you moan and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “just touch me, sae” you whine, hips rocking faster. “c’mon, sae, please”. he ignores you. the only reaction you get is his fingers digging slightly into your thigh. you huff and moan, hand sneaking up to his strong neck as you lean in to kiss it.

“i said grind” he snaps, deadpan face yet slightly harsh tone, “why the fuck did you not understand? do i have to spell it out for you?”. his words only make your pussy more eager for him. you’re soaking his thigh, juices dripping down him and pooling on the couch. “sorry, baby” you say softly, lips pulling away from his neck. he nods quietly, his free hand palming his hard cock and adjusting it on place. you moan at the sight, fist tightening on the fabric of his shirt.

your hips move harsher, your thighs feel sore and you feel like you’re gonna cum in any moment. he won’t give you what you want because he’s watching the game in which he failed a penalty — for your fault. at least he believes so. you really thought it was a good idea to send him a selfie of yourself with the new sexy gown that you purchased.

what you didn’t think very much it was that he now would have to play rock hard. his focus left the moment he saw how it barely covered your cute ass. the screen is zoomed in when he’s about to kick the ball and it goes far away from the net, failing. the commentators say that it’s strange because sae never fails. his palm lands harshly on your butt as soon as he hears them and your nails dig further into his skin.

your thighs tense up and your back arches, filthy sounds leave your mouth as a wave of pleasure breaks through your body. you’re panting against him, expecting his forgiveness, when you feel his mouth against your cheekbone:

“good. now you’re going to suck my cock like a fucking dyson, you hear me? you’re going to choke on it like the little whore you are for grinding like an animal in heat against me”

his words only make turn you on even more, and of course you will comply him — you are glad to make it up for your mistake.

[cupidboww]

CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL - Rintaro Suna

18+ After practice in the empty locker room, your boyfriend Rintaro catches you staring at his muscles and forces you onto your knees gagging on his cock.

cw: Unprotected sex, oral sex (deepthroating/gagging), hair pulling, dirty talk, teasing/degradation, size kink, semi-public sex.

note: I've been posting daily my drafts and I've been loving itttt! btw I need to update my masterlist I will try to do it today.

The locker room was quiet after practice, the distant echoes of slamming doors and fading footsteps long gone. Most of the Inarizaki team had already cleared out, leaving just the humid scent of sweat, the faint metallic tang of lockers, and the low hum of the overhead lights. You sat on the wooden bench, pretending to scroll through your phone. But your eyes kept drifting.

Suna Rintaro stood a few feet away, back to you, peeling off his damp practice jersey. The muscles along his spine flexed and shifted as he shrugged it off—broad shoulders tapering into his athletic build. His skin glistened faintly with sweat, the lines of his back dipping into the waistband of his shorts. You couldn’t look away.

He paused, then glanced over his shoulder. Those sharp, half-lidded eyes caught you instantly. A slow, cocky smirk tugged at his lips.

“Take a picture,” he drawled, voice low and lazy like he couldn’t be bothered to put any real effort into the tease. “It’ll last longer.”

Your face burned. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, you were.” He turned halfway, giving you a better view of his toned chest and the faint trail of hair disappearing beneath his shorts. He didn’t rush to cover up. Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his shorts down just enough to tease, watching your reaction with that signature bored-but-amused expression. “Staring like you’ve never seen a guy change before. What’s the matter?”

You swallowed, trying to play it cool. “You’re the one taking forever. Hurry up so we can leave.”

Suna chuckled softly, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. “Nah. I think you like the show.” His hand came up, lazily brushing a strand of hair from your face before gripping your chin. “Eyes were glued to my back. You into backs now? Or just mine?”

He kept talking in that slow, mean drawl, making you squirm on the bench. Every denial just made his smirk widen. Before you knew it, your hands were on his thighs, and he was guiding you down.

“On your knees, then,” he murmured, voice dropping. “If you’re gonna stare, might as well make yourself useful.”

You sank to the cool tile floor, heart hammering. Suna leaned back against the lockers with a lazy sigh, one hand threading through your hair. He didn’t yank—yet. He just held you there, looking down with those sleepy eyes that hid how sharp he really was.

“Pretty like this,” he commented, almost offhand. He freed himself, already half-hard from the teasing and the power trip. “C’mon. Open up.”

You took him into your mouth, slow at first, tongue swirling around the head. Suna let out a low groan, fingers tightening in your hair. “Fuck… yeah, just like that. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

He was thick, heavy on your tongue. You worked him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and he hissed through his teeth. “Good girl. Deeper—ah, shit.”

You pushed further, and when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged softly. Suna’s grip turned firmer, pulling your hair just enough to guide you. “Easy. Breathe through your nose. You can take more than that, can’t you?”

Another gag as he rocked his hips forward lazily. He didn’t thrust hard—he never needed to with that effortless control—but the pull on your scalp and the way he filled your mouth made your eyes water.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough but still so fucking lazy. He leaned down a little, catching your watery gaze. That cocky smirk deepened. “Can’t understand you with your mouth full. What were you trying to say? ‘Too big’? Or ‘more’?”

You tried to answer around him—something muffled and wet—and he groaned again, eyes fluttering half-shut in pleasure. “Yeah… keep making those sounds. Feels good when you gag like that. So eager.”

He kept talking you through it, mean little praises mixed with commands. “Slower—fuck, yeah, swirl your tongue right there. You’re drooling everywhere, messy girl. You like sucking me off in the locker room? Risky. What if someone walks in and sees you on your knees for me?”

Your thighs pressed together, heat pooling low. Every gag earned another tug on your hair and another smirk when he tilted your head up to watch your face. “Eyes on me. Yeah… just like that. You’re doing so good.”

After a few more minutes of his lazy thrusts and filthy commentary, he pulled you off with a wet pop, breathing heavier but still looking far too composed. Strings of saliva connected your lips to his cock. He wiped your chin with his thumb, almost gentle.

“Up,” he said, tugging you to your feet and turning you toward the bench. “Bend over. I’m not done with you.”

You braced your hands on the bench, shorts and underwear shoved down in one lazy motion by him. Suna pressed up behind you, rubbing his slick cock against your entrance. He was still talking, voice low against your ear.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, that cocky smirk audible even if you couldn’t see it. “It’s big. But you can take it, can’t you? You got this far.”

He pushed in slowly, stretching you open. You gasped, fingers curling against the wood. “Suna—fuck, slow—”

“Shh. Relax.” He sank deeper, groaning low in his throat. “So tight… good girl. Look at you, taking every inch. Knew you could.”

Once he bottomed out, he paused, hips flush against your ass, letting you adjust while his hands roamed lazily over your back and hips. Then he started moving—long, deep strokes that were unhurried but relentless. The slap of skin echoed softly in the empty locker room.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, one hand sliding up to grip your hair again, pulling your head back slightly. “So wet for me already. Been wet since you were staring at my back, huh?”

You moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes—ah—Suna, harder…”

“Harder?” He laughed softly, mean and breathless. “Greedy. Thought you were struggling with how big it is.” He picked up the pace just enough to make you cry out, hitting that spot inside you with infuriating precision. “Say it. Tell me how much you like it.”

“I like it—fuck, I love it,” you gasped, voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. “You’re so deep—”

“Yeah? Feel me here?” He pressed a hand to your lower stomach, grinding in. “That’s me. Filling you up.”

The teasing never stopped. Every time you moaned too loud, he’d smirk against your shoulder and whisper, “Quiet. Unless you want the team to come back and see how well you take my cock.”

He fucked you like that for a long time—deep, steady, lazy strokes mixed with sharp snaps of his hips when he wanted to hear you whine. His free hand slipped between your legs, rubbing lazy circles that made your knees buckle.

“Come on,” he groaned, voice getting rougher. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeezing me.”

You came clenching around him with a broken moan of his name. Suna hissed, thrusts faltering for the first time as he chased his own release.

“Fuck… that’s it.” He buried himself deep and came with a low, satisfied groan, hips twitching against you.

He pulled out slowly, helping you straighten up with uncharacteristic gentleness for how mean he’d been minutes earlier. But the smirk was back as he handed you your clothes.

“Clean up quick. Or do you want to walk out of here looking like you just got railed in the locker room?”

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[lovecandyyy]

wicked game pt. 2. eren yeager (18+)

summary after mistaking another guy for eren, you knew it was hopeless trying to move on. it didn't help when you run into the devil himself outside the party, and eren's always had a hard time leaving pretty girls alone.

warnings mean!eren, porn with plot, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, degradation, pet names (princess, slut, whore, etc.), unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, pussy slapping, all dat good stuff!!

a/n battled and succumbed to writer's block like six times while writing which is why it took so long...enjoy!

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pt 1 here

you didn’t help eren move out.

you tell yourself it’s because you don’t want to help selfish, arrogant, stupid bastard any more than you’ve had the entire damn relationship, but you’re not fooling yourself. not a even a little.

fine, so you wanted him to take a while moving out so he can stay in longer. so what? it’s lonely in the apartment by yourself, and maybe you should’ve been ready with living alone when you made the decision to break up with your boyfriend but alas. that’s too much thinking ahead.

eren, surprisingly, kept everything curt. he didn’t ask any questions (he already knew the answers to all of them) and he didn’t try to find another opportunity to fuck your brains out in the name of break up sex. when you asked him where he was going, he said mikasa’s.

you pretended like that name didn’t shoot daggers in your chest and how he settled on going to mikasa’s, out of all places, after leaving you didn’t hurt, but you told yourself not to care. why should you? he’s not your responsibility anymore. he can fuck her and bend her backwards while doing it for all you care.

so why did you care so much when connie told you he was actually doing it?

“i don’t think i should’ve told you that,” connie slurs, blunt sandwiched between his fingers. the dumbass is all drugged out, yes, but he still has some sense of mind when he sees the expression on your face. he gets a feeling that he might’ve fucked up. “wait, y/n, it’s not like that though for real…” he continues, but you don’t listen. can’t. connie proceeds to overexplain himself like he always does as you tap out your cigarette and grab your stuff, not being able to process a word he says. you don’t know why you feel that ugly, anxious ball at the pit of your stomach. and you know you shouldn’t care, eren—fuck ass eren—is fucking dirt at your feet but you can’t help the jealousy that flared and fueled you, as if it was your boyfriend who was fucking behind your back.

your route home somehow turned into going to ymir and historia’s apartment, where you sulked off their couch and drank their booze until they felt sorry enough for you to dress you up in their clothes and drag you out the house, stuff you in the back of historia's pastel volkswagen convertible and boot you off to a party. a crowded, stinky and sweaty party with the bass cranked up loud enough for you to drown out all the thoughts that's been keeping you going back to pink whitney even though you fucking hate it.

"find yourself a tough guy and take the car if you want," ymir winks at you before the crowd sucks her in. "don't tell historia i said that though." and just like that she was gone, and you no longer know what to do with yourself.

bodies mesh and push against you and there were people everywhere, yet you feel so incredibly alone. for the past two years, every party that you went, there was eren's hand lingering possessively on your back, his voice laughing into your ear as you judged all the shitfaced people in your way, his large palm covering the surface of all the drinks you pick up, guarding them with his life. holding back your hair as you vomitted into a stranger's toilet bowl, kissing you until your lips swole and you whining for him to take you home and touch you in a secluded corner.

you have been fighting all these thoughts of eren in your head all damn week, and that's why you were here. why your girls dragged you here, and you needed to fucking move on. you ripped the bandage off, dammit, and now you can't even deal with the consequences of what you did. frustrated and determined, you did the only thing you know how: find a sofa, slither on the guy sitting in it and snag a cigarette off of him. get maybe a shot or three, too. and then wait to see where the night takes you.

it definitely took you somewhere.

you're in a bedroom upstairs, and by the looks of it, the poor mattress was home to a dozen one night stands tonight. and yours is the next. the guy—jake? john? jace?—is sucking large, mean bites into your neck and you don't even know his name. what you do know, though, is that his hair is dark and unruly, his eyes are green and dangerous, and that ticked all the boxes you had. he smells like alcohol and pine and not the teak and sandalwood cologne you buried your face in every morning, but he'll do.

"i am one lucky man tonight," the man grins above you. somehow he is all undressed and you are too, face down ass up and your drunken smile creased the sheets that pressed against your face. "you're beautiful, y/n." you hear jake or john or jace slip a condom on and then he was pressed against you, smearing your wetness around your hole with his tip and push slowly inside you, groaning at how your pussy stretched and hugged him and you'd be lying if you say you hadn't missed this. you whine, greedy for more while the fuckass guy behind you is taking his sweet fucking time.

"eren, please," you whimper, nudging your ass back to meet his cock. the body behind you freezes but you're too out of it to notice. or care. "eren—i want it, want y-you-"

"who the fuck is eren?"

the warmth leaves you and you snap out of it, scrambling up the bed. staring back at you is black hair and green eyes, yes, but not eren.

fuck. definitely not eren.

"what the fuck? who the fuck is eren?" the guy screams at you, and through the dizziness you quickly hop off the bed and start collecting your clothes, slipping them on. the guy, however, is not letting you leave without an explanation, demanding and yelling as you begin to leave.

"eren's my ex," you say bluntly, pushing the door open. the guy is still frozen in his spot, undressed and everything. condom still on, and you cannot believe that he was fucking inside you. you miss eren, fuck, and you miss him so bad, and this whole fucking distraction you pulled, you realized, is useless. "sorry, jake."

you shut the door and ignore the loud "it's john, godammit!" that follows. you hurriedly descend down the stairs, phone pressed against your ear, ymir on dial.

of course she didn't pick up, and you scold at yourself for expecting her to. you run outside and look around frantically for any signs of historia's brightly-colored car, you can't miss it. and it isn't there.

they left.

panic settles in. how long have you been here? the party was still raging on, the music was still loud enough to thrash your eardrums out of your head, and there is still people pulling up. people pushed and knocked over you and you stress about what to do, who to call, how to fucking leave, and you hate how your first instinct was to call eren.

you plop down on the pavement outside the house, helpless. eren's probably with mikasa right now, whispering the same things he said to you in her ear and fucking her the same way he fucked you, the same way that got you cumming and creaming on his dick until you sobbed against his arm and you pretend that it doesn't break your heart. you've been handling the breakup so well (you haven't) and you are jealous. jealous how three fucking weeks after the breakup he was able to move on from you, seeing other people and yet it has been twice the moment of time and you can't, for the life of you, do the same.

you should probably call an uber. maybe go back to the party to steal someone's jacket to cover your, admittedly, very revealing outfit that ymir devilishly picked out for you and go home. stuff your face with ice cream and cry to some stupid romcom and wish you still had a body to sleep with at night and-

"y/n?"

probably dig into the stash you've been meticulously rationing that connie gave you for your birthday. that man always have the best stuff, maybe you should ask him to give you his dealer...

"y/n? y/n!"

but you'd rather get it for free when you bum off of connie anyways. maybe that's for the best, need to save some of that money for the lipstick you've been eyeing-

"holy fuck, y/n!!"

you snap out of your haze by someone shaking you, and when you look up, you thought, for a brief second that you were dreaming.

"rennie?"

you blink, carefully taking him in. no, this isn’t jake or john or any other lookalike, this is eren. your eren, crouched on the concrete sidewalk with you, big green eyes illuminated by the sliver of moonlight creeping by. his hair has gotten the slightest bit longer, and his brows are knitted together. he does not look pleased.

"y/n, what the hell are you doing?"

you resist hard not to extend your arms open for a hug. god, you could use a hug. his head tilts, eyes roaming your face.

"are you crying?"

your hand instinctively reaches up to wipe at your face, surprised to find teardrops rolling down your cheeks. you hadn’t even realized. you dapple away the tears hurried with your sweaty hands, and once you’re done you’re unable to look up at eren. shame heats up your cheeks as you sit, shoulders slumped and eren crouches in front of you, eyes roaming your dejected frame for any information at all.

you don’t speak. what the fuck were you thinking, wanting eren back? it’s hard to remember the countless nights he left you alone in your shared apartment as he attended house parties, one after another without a single text or call, it’s hard to remember forgotten anniversaries and plans because he was too busy getting shitfaced in the middle of nowhere and it’s hard to remember why you, you chose to break up with him when everything in you ache for that familiar warmth and comfort again. it’s hard, but you remember anyway. he’s already moved on, and he doesn’t want you.

it stings, and you accept it. he doesn’t want you.

“you need a ride?” he says finally, after a while. he stands up, and you hear the flicker of a lighter. and soon the smell of cigarette smoke. “you giving me the silent treatment now?”

“leave me alone,” you mumble, zero bite. eren chuckles.

he can never leave you alone.

which is why you find yourself in the passenger seat of his car, his tongue down your throat and hands roughly groping your skimpy outfit. he tastes like cigarettes and spearmint and yours and it was all rationality out the window, along with the borrowed jacket you had wrapped around yourself that eren threw out the car.

“smells like another man,” he says simply, squeezing himself all up in your personal space, teeth sunken in your plush lips. his large palm holds your jaw gently, lovingly, and you can't be bothered to think that this is all a stupid idea. you hate eren, but when his hand is inching closer up the plush of your thighs, you can't swear that you do.

you lace your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. it was complete chance that he'd run into you tonight, and he thank god for that chance. he yank your head sideways by your hair, leaving your pretty neck exposed all for him and he's been thinking about it, thinking about marking you all up as his again when he sees it. three dark, bruising hickeys trailing down from beneath your earlobes to your nape.

you notice immediately when eren freezes. your eyes open and blinks slowly at his unreadable face. you try your best, but you never know what eren is thinking.

the hand gently cradling your face becomes rough, as he near crack your neck from forcing your head further sideways. "what is that?" eren says, voice low. his fingers come to caress the nasty marks but reeled back quickly, as if it burned him.

"mosquito bites," you lie under your breath, trying to flick your hair down your neck to cover it.

"think i was born yesterday, sweetheart?" eren pulls back completely, and pathetically, you almost chase after his touch. he flicks the burning cigarette out the window, shifting the car to drive. and you, you cower lower and lower in the passenger seat, cheeks burning.

and so you find yourself completely naked on eren's bed, desperately trying to cover some of yourself with your arms and body heating up in embarrassment as eren sits between your thighs, fully clothed, hands spreading you open until you were completely exposed to him.

"aww, poor baby," he coos mockingly, and you jump when you feel a finger sneaking up your folds, circling around your twitching hole. "he barely stretched you out at all. did you even get to cum, sweetheart?"

you whine, nudging at eren softly with your thighs, needy. he laughs, but there is zero humor in it, before landing a sudden slap to your pussy, the contact between his palm and your wet heat making a nasty schhhlttttt! you let out a sharp cry, instinctively pulling yourself away but eren hold you in place, strong hands pinning you open.

"answer when i ask you a question, doll," he says boredly, pressing a firm finger against your clit, watching you squirm predictably, full, glossy lips stuck in a pretty ‘o’. when you say nothing still, overwhelmed, he slaps your pussy again, harder this time. "i said, answer."

he almost felt pity when you shake your head violently to avoid another slap, eyes watery. almost. "fucking slut," he spits, taking note of the way your pretty bottom lip tremble, tears threatening to spill out from all his mean words. and he takes notes of how he knows you like it. "already actin' up and i haven't even touched you. you miss me that bad baby?" without warning, he shoves two fingers in you, curling hard. you gasp from the sudden penetration, back arching off the mattress. you couldn’t help the wanton moans falling out of your mouth as he begins to fingerfuck you, long fingers stretching your walls.

"y-yes, missed you rennie," you hiccup, eyes rolled to the back of your head, spewing out nonsense you're going to forget and regret later. "miss you miss you mmhm…!" his fingers find the perfect gummy spot inside you and presses and hold, just the way he knows you like. embarrassingly fast, you feel the familiar heat building at the pit at your tummy. pathetically, you begin grinding your hips helplessly at his fingers, trying to take them deeper, begging for more.

and eren always read you like an open book. he lowers himself until he is eye-to-eye with your drooling pussy and flattens his tongue against your clit, fingers still jackhammering in and out of you. your fingers find the unruly mess of his hair and grabs, hips bucking up and forcing him down, legs trapping his head between your thighs, chasing your orgasm. he laps at your folds greedily, groaning and humming against your heat like a man fucking starved. he knows you are close, can tell by the way your body locks and your breaths start to shorten into high pitched moans so ever like the gentleman that everyone knows he is, he makes sure to pulls his fingers out the moment he knew you were going to cum.

having strung to your fullest and immediately be let down, you collapse like a deflated balloon, and it doesn’t take long for frustrated tears to start spilling down your pretty face. "eren..." you whimper sadly, betrayed. the very image of a kicked puppy and your poor pussy clenching around nothing, you are agonized.

"that's what you deserve, don't you think?" eren says casually, unapologetic and oh so cruel. he pulls back stands up, and for a moment you think he is going to leave you there as some kind of sick get back for tonight. “maybe you should go ask that guy for an orgasm, hm?”

“no—no! only want you, only want you eren—!” you plea, scrambling up the bed and settling down on your knees on the mattress, just to be closer to him. you grab his shirt just to hang onto it, to make sure he doesn’t leave, humiliation be damned. “please,” you say pitifully, suddenly aware of how vulnerable you are. you’re stark naked, on your knees and begging in front of your ex boyfriend who you broke up with, asking him to fuck you. what a time.

eren’s large palm caresses your jaw, and you nuzzle into it out of muscle memory. that’s what you tell yourself, not because you’re eager to please him. obviously not.

“please what, princess?”

you tug at his shirt again, your other hand roaming underneath it, just to feel the comfort of warm skin under yours. sneakily, or so you think, you slither the same hand down his toned stomach and settle right over the budge in his pants. you place your mouth on it, giving his clothed dick an open mouthed kiss, hand pressing only slightly down. you don’t miss eren’s sharp intake of breath and you continue, continue to tease as your way of pleading until eren grows too impatient (which never takes too long) and flip you over roughly, face landing in the crinkled sheets with the thump.

eren is anything but gentle, hurriedly unzipping his way too baggy jeans and then his dick is nudging at your entrance, collecting your slick and his spit on the tip. his hand presses firmly against your back, pressing you down and in place so you can't squirm or whither away.

you remember yours and eren's first time. how slow and careful he was, murmuring sweet praises in your ear and gathering you in his arms as your nails dug deep in his bicep. eren is different now, entirely different when he bottoms out from the first thrust, forcing your tight walls to open and accommodate him. not giving you anytime to adjust to the stretch, he fucks you, watching how your pretty pussy hugs him so perfectly, watching the jiggle of your ass as he pounds in and out of you.

he didn't miss how your pussy clench impossibly tighter around him as he smacks your ass. once, twice, and however many times until the soft skin flared red and you were sobbing against the pillow, crying his name over and over again. you can never live without eren, you realize amidst the haze in your brain. you can live without his hot-and-cold personality, can live without how he always forget to take out the damn trash. but god, there is not a single person out there who can make you feel like this, who can fuck you like this, and eren, damn him, knows it. knows it well enough so when he mocks you and ridicules you for it, you can never deny him.

"so goddamn tight, didn't have nobody to stretch you out like this when i wasn't here?" eren tangles a hand in your hair and yank, arching your back off the mattress and the other hand grabbing a fistful of tits. "poor girl."

the familiar feeling in your belly creeps back like a freight train, twice as needy as the first one that shattered. your body is putty in eren’s hands, wire strung tight and begging to snap. “needa cum," you whine against his neck, where you shamelessly buried your face. "needa cum 'ren, can't hold it--please please please!"

eren’s pace never falters, dick repeatedly jamming against against your cervix with zero regard for the bruising whatsoever. his hand comes to flick at your clit, soft padding of fingers pressing against your swollen and hardened bud. "cum," he commands, and you crash.

your body convulses, shaken with pleasure and eren's touching you in every perfect way, exactly how you like and you crumble in his arms, pussy pulsating violently around his dick and you squirt, hot liquid spraying all over the bed and soaking everything, your arousal trickling down thighs and skin.

as soon as you register what you just did, your cheeks immediately heat up in embarrassment, quickly turning to eren anxiously to see how he'd react. if he would think it's weird. and you should've known that freak of nature was into it. there are fucking stars in his stupid eyes.

"you're so fucking hot, y/n," he croons delightedly, still insistently pumping in and out of you, each thrust now accompanied with a wet squelchhhh! from your orgasm. his hands tightly grip your ass, spreading them open to see and marvel at the sight of your your sloppy pussy take him so well. "mm gonna let me cum inside princess? let me use this pretty body?"

you nod shakily, fingers curling into your pillow as the aftermath of your orgasm quickly folds into to overstimulation and he's already there, each thrust growing sloppier and sloppier until he's spilling into you with a long, low groan, fucking his hot cum deeper and deeper until he’s emptied everything into you.

eren collapses next to you on the bed, both of your chests heaving. your legs fall open automatically, and you feel his cum slowly leaking out of your fucked out pussy, strangely feeling whole again.

"was i better?"

you smack him, albeit weakly. "you're still on that?!"

"of course i'm still on that!" eren cower away from you defensively, his tone indignant. "you slept with another man!"

"you slept with mikasa!"

"when did i sleep with mikasa?" eren says incredulously, and you can always tell if he's lying. his ears always turn the slightest shade of red and his eyebrow would start to weirdly twitch. "you're crazy, woman!"

his ears stayed the same color. and his eyebrows didn't twitch.

you groan, covering your face with your hands shamefully.

connie's gonna get beat to a damn pulp when you get your hands on him.

[lovecandyyy]

wicked game. eren yeager (18+)

summary: every breakup comes with post-breakup sex. right?

warnings: filthy!!!!! porn with little plot, dom!eren, sub!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, fingering, spanking, slapping, lots of slaps in general, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, slut, u get the gist), overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: I just finished aot 2 weeks ago y'all about to be SICKKK of me!!!!! 1st time writing for this guy won't be the last heheheheh enjoy!

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“i can’t do this anymore, eren.”

eren never thought in his life would he ever hear you say those words to him, but here he was, heart like a stone at the pit of stomach and body stupid frozen. so obviously, to handle the breakup appropriately like mature adults, he’s got your soft walls wrapped around him, fingers tight around your throat as if he wants to burn his fingerprints into the neck of your skin.

break up sex. it’s normal, every couple has it, that’s what he said. and he knows you can’t say no to sex with him, especially when you know eren will have you like this, pussy drooling around him and eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your hands wrapped around his wrist where he’s got his arm pinning you down by your neck. there’s still the hollow pit in his stomach, still hurt from the way you slashed those words into him. “we’re not good for each other, this won’t last long and you know it.” he had never thought of wanting another girl forever until you, never cared much for lasting long in a relationship before you came into his life like a hurricane. and for you to say there was no future in the only thing he does see a future in, it hurt.

“i love you so much baby,” he grunted, watching the way he slides in and out of you, the obscene noise it’d make, watched how you took him so fucking well. and there’s no more of this? forever?

“don’t say that,” you said, breathless, “we’re not together anymore. you don’t get to say that.” there was no weight behind your words, and both of you knew it. eren’s hand loosened from your throat, dragging its way up to your cheek, where he cradled your face so lovingly before landing a hard smack on your cheek, you yelping in response.

“you don’t get to fucking speak to me like that,” he said coldly, mood completely switched. his pace never faltered, cock still drilling into you insistently, battering at your cervix with every thrust, deliberate. your hand came up to feel your cheek where he slapped you, your eyes hurt and pathetic but he didn’t buy it. “don’t act like you didn’t tighten around me like a slut when i slapped you.” his hand came to find your throat again, and squeezed, hard enough to where your vision began to blur at the corners, and you couldn’t help the tears that sprung up and threaten to fall from the corner of your eyes.

you hated it, but he was right, and if it wasn’t break up sex that you were having, you’d grab eren’s hand yourself and pressed it against your cheek, signaling him to slap you again, feeling dirty at the way it made it you feel. how dirty eren always made you feel.

“you’re mine,” eren said, his rough hands gripping your hips, bouncing you down to meet every thrust of his hips, forcing himself even deeper. “don’t care if you never want to see me again, if it’s over. this pussy knows who she fuckin belongs to,” he rested his forehead against yours, trailing his hand down and began rubbing at your clit. your back bowed obediently to his touch and you whined, feeling that familiar pit in your stomach, like your skin was on fire.

“‘m not yours, ‘ren,” you managed to whimper out between the schlick sound of your pussy made around him, insistent on being stubborn even though you knew you sounded so weak. you needed to cum and you wanted eren to touch you everywhere, but you know better, you tell yourself. he needs to know you’re serious. “n-not, fuck, not your-“

you saw eren’s eyes turn dark, and you know it wasn’t good. his fingers leave your clit and he pulls out abruptly, and you winced from the emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing. he didn’t leave you time to mourn it though, as he dragged you roughly up to your knees to the edge of the bed, sitting down with his feet on the floor and then bending you over his lap.

when you registered the position you were in, you knew you were fucked. without warning came a hard spank to your ass and you cried out, the sting of eren’s handprint on your ass somehow converting itself into pleasure. when eren spoke, he didn’t sound like your boyfriend (or ex boyfriend now, you should say).

“who do you fucking belong to if not me?” spank. “you already want to find another guy? already want to show off this single pussy around?” he spat the word single out bitterly as if it was a slur, ignoring your cries and pleas as he kept on spanking you, each slap harder than the last. “only one who can treat you like this is me,” his voice dropped lowly, pulling hard on your hair to have you face him. and you knew you were screwed. eren gets upset easily, sure, but only rarely does he get mad. territorial, yes, but this is different, a nasty mix of the two and you knew there was no chance you can get him to play nice again.

“fucking slut. i know you’re wet from getting your ass spanked raw like this.” his fingers dragged deftly over your folds and it was the sensation you needed so badly, climax still bubbling for release from before. he slapped you again, this time between your legs, ignoring how you bsck arched, needing so bad to cum. “knew it. can’t even punish you ‘cause you get off to it,” he chuckled, flipping you over. he leaned down, real close until your noses brush, one hand supporting the back of your neck so you’re able to look up at him, the other dancing between your legs.

“you’re mine,” he said, and inserted two fingers into your stretched hole, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, stubborn fit forgotten. “you think other men can make you feel like this?” his fingers fuck you hard, curling upwards at the perfect spot at the perfect time and you’re gonna go crazy, you feel like your skin is set on fire and you need to cum so badly your head is dizzy with it, dizzy with so much need. “think they can get you this fucked dumb? i don’t give a fuck who you go to but you’re mine, doll. say it.”

it doesn’t take much for you to fold, and damn eren for knowing exactly what he’s doing. “mm, ‘m yours eren! f-fuck, this pussy is yours all yours!” you babbled, repeating it as if you were a broken radio, hips grinding against his fingers still pumping in and out of you, looking for some sweet friction against your clit to push you over the edge.

“that’s what i thought, slut,” eren sneered, and your cheeks burn bright red in humiliation, but you’re too fucked out to give it any second thoughts. he’s so fucking mean. his fingers leave you and you cry out, actually cry out, hot tears spilling out from frustration. you’re so overstimulated but for nothing at all, and this knot at the pit of your tummy’s been burning for so damn long you’re actually gonna go crazy- “want you to ride me. you can do that, can’t you?”

you nod quickly, climbing onto his lap obediently, fingers rushing to wrap around him, guiding him towards your fucked out entrance and sinking down on to his cock with ease, grateful that you have something inside you again. you looked like a goddess, eren thought, with your tits bouncing inches from his face and your neck lolled back, sweet sounds falling out of your mouth and he prays, prays you weren’t serious because he don’t think he’d be able to live without this. without you falling apart on his dick every night, whining and begging like a whore for him to make you cum.

“such a good girl,” he said and you preened from the praise, hands coming up to steady you at your hips, fingers digging hard into the soft skin. your moans progressively got more high-pitched and short, breathing ragged and he knows you’re chasing that orgasm, silently pleading for him to touch you just right, so you’d fall completely over. selfishly, eren doesn’t want to. he doesn’t want this to end, not knowing what kind of excuses he can conjure up to convince you to stay. you’re right, they always argue, always hot and cold, two powerful and stubborn forces against each other with neither of them willing to be the bigger person. but he loves you, so much he feels it palpate out of his chest sometimes, and he knows you got to feel the same. so why this? why?

“touch me, eren,” you pleaded, fucking yourself on him and your bounces are getting sloppier, weaker as your knees began to grow tired. you’ve always been a pillow princess. “please i need to cum. want it so bad ‘ren, please-“

there was a white creamy ring around the base of his dick from how much you’ve been drooling on him, and eren feels his own release threatening to come too, knowing he can’t delay it any further. his rough fingers came to your clit, rubbing and it was exactly what you needed. you snapped your eyes shut, overwhelmed and seeing stars behind your eyelids as your moans get higher, desperate.

“cum for me baby,” eren said, voice strangely soft but his breathing rough. “cum on my dick, i--"

you tuned out the rest of what he said the moment you feel that knot tighten in you and you came, so hard it shocked the both of you, squirting all over his thighs and lap and dripping onto the newly washed sheets, your manicured nails digging into eren’s arms and your face deep in the crevice of his neck as you drooped, letting eren ride you through the spasm of your orgasm, chasing his too.

“god you’re perfect,” eren whispered brokenly, hands kneading at your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so he can easier drill into you, while you mewl and squirm from the overstimulation.

“cum in me baby,” you rushed out, too fucked out to think about the repercussions. he’s always pulled out, but god fuck it. “please i want it i want it-“

and you never need to tell you this man anything twice. with one last thrust, he cums, dick emptying itself deep inside you, your walls fluttering around as if you’re welcoming it. he couldn’t look away and stayed inside you even when his cum started to leak out around him, both of your breathing ragged.

“get out of me,” you said finally, after a while. eren rolled off, and you can feel his seed trickle out of you the moment he pulled it out, your hole spasming from the sudden loss. you looked at the man next to you, hair wild, eyes closed. he’s so heartbreakingly beautiful and if you hadn’t have thought about this for so long, you’d come running to take him back. eren loves you, you know that, but sometimes that’s not enough.

he cracked an eye open, emerald piercing straight through you, catching you in the act of staring. he looked at you, scruntizing, and narrowed his eyes before popping the question, oh-so-casually, as if he didn’t care at all.

“when do you want me to pack my bags?”

find p.2 here

[lovecandyyy]

human nature. eren yaeger (18+)

a/n: lost the request but this is for the anon that requested toxic frat!eren x nerdy reader <3 lowk he not toxic cuz idk how to write toxic men they must be a bitch to everything i say.

warnings: frat!eren x nerdy sub!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, degradation, spanking, pet names, he rough wit it, all dat good stuff 😛 enjoy freaks ♡

MINORS DNI

eren never spared a pathetic girl like you a second glance.

high-hoisted ponytail swinging ridiculously, meticulously ironed dress shirt buttoned to the top, plaid skirt the specific length right before it crosses any suggestive lines. books always tucked in your arm, lipstick smudged because you're always biting your lips, deep in thought in some intellectually-challenging literary prompt and he's never about all that.

eren's never about the type of girls like you, up-tight and know-it-all but too shy to speak up, your head high and your shoulders straight when you saunter across the courtyard. he's the kind of animal that stares at you while you strut to class through the front widows of his trashed frathouse, 8am and holding a 750ml bottle of absolut. the kind that opts for girls with dark lipliner and low cut shirts, inch-long shorts, ones that go to his parties instead of group study sessions and god knows you'd never dare miss a group study session.

but it's easy for him to choose you over all those other girls when you're so close like this, puckering your glossed lips and losing patience as you walk him through a calculus problem (that he didn't really need help with in the first place). smelling like vanilla and candy and god. he didn't know that you were so easy.

eren believes that it was fate that brought him to choose a seat next to yours in the calc 3 lecture room, and eren believes that it is the same fate that leads to you face down ass up on his bed right now, choking on your own sobs as he slowly pushes inside you, your small body struggling to accommodate him.

"she's trying to hard to fit me," he grunts, grabbing your hair out of your face. your mascara stains your lids black and your mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut as if it would help. "you always a try hard baby? on all those fucking assignments and on my dick?"

"'ren!" you cry, nails digging at his sheets for purchase as the feeling overwhelms you, full and filled to the brim but he's still pushing, forcing you to adjust. "urrgg...go slow 'ren! p-please! please, ple-"

eren reaches down and yanks your head roughly up by your french braids. "you take what i give you," he says simply, ignoring your squirming and tiny whines. "okay princess?"

he drops your head, and bottoms out. you scream, noise muffled against the navy-blue sheets, and every sensation feels like it's being intensified ten-fold. you're so stuffed it hurts, and the stretch knocks over to pleasure and your head spins, trying to decide on what it wants. your rational part wants to stop, it's too much and tears burn your eyes from how overwhelmed you are, but the other part, the one eren somehow unlocked screams for him to move, to slide and slam into you and use you like his own personal doll.

"you're so tight, fuck," eren groans, watching his dick nestled between your pretty plump ass, modest skirt rolled up to your hips. "who knew the campus nerd was such a freak? huh? giving yourself up the first time we're alone?"

eren hates being honest with himself and hates admitting that you've always been, begrudgingly to him, the center of his attention. you were untouchable and unreachable, keeping to yourself and always silently preening to yourself every time you get a shoutout by a professor (which is all the time). he refused to acknowledge that he was looking that one time you bent over to retrieve a pen and your skirt hitched up the slightest bit, just enough for him to catch a peak of your polka dot underwear and the curve of your ass. refuse to acknowledge that he somehow always sees you when he's fucking his hand pathetically in the middle of the night, staring at him with your head tilted like it always is and that curious, innocent expression on your face.

he hit jackpot when you reluctantly agreed to the study session he set up (more like begged) and if he had known how easy you were to rile up, he would've done it forever ago. who knew the campus nerd is this hungry for cock, rutting against him like a whore and moaning like a fucking star.

he really did hit jackpot.

you whine loudly, clearly embarrassed by his words but your body betray you, body moving so that you begin fucking yourself on his cock, your sopping pussy creating dirty, lewd noises that fill the room. he spanks your ass and you cry to each one yet humiliatingly wiggle back for more, wanting more of anything, everything. "you greedy slut," eren hisses, digging his nails into the plush of your ass, guiding you onto bouncing on his dick and forcing you deeper, until his fat tip slams against your cervix. "you're a fast learner, sweetheart. 's that why you so smart? so much better than everyone?"

you visibly perk up at the praise, small breaths falling out of your mouth as you work yourself up and down his cock, chasing the high that's piling at the pit of your stomach. cheeks warm and mind fuzzy. it's rare in moments that you can't think straight, and this is definitely one of them.

eren suddenly moves, swiftly flipping you onto your back and pushing your legs up to his shoulders. he finally gets a good look at you, debauched and fucked-stupid, tear stains on your cheeks and drool glossy over your lips and you're not one bit like the girl he checks out everytime he sees you on campus. your white dress shirt is wrinkled and see-through from sweat, tits spilling out of the leopard print bra you're wearing underneath and skirt hiked all the way up your torso, looking so much better than he had fantasized.

"such a stupid girl," he says, hips slamming into yours and you moan loudly enough to cancel the noise out, your cheeks blushed a poppy red. "fucked so stupid can't even speak. that's all you are, doll, just a stupid," he pulls out nearly all the way and slam into you and your eyes roll to the back of your head. slam. "fucking," slam. "doll. ain't that right?"

"mmm yes! yes yes yes stupid, 'm a stupid girl! 'm yours yours yours-" you've officially lost it, babbling incoherently and eyes wild. your body begs for release. "'m so close eren, please-feels so good, wan' cum-"

his pace never falters. pretty, pretty eyes stare at you, waiting until you snap and it knocks into you all at once--what's happening, eren's gaze, his heavy cock that slides in and out of you with every sob of your pussy, the study session, the kiss, him knocking you into bed.

"cum for me, slut," eren mutters, leaning down, teeth nipping at your lips. "my dumb slut. she's takin me so well, you're being such a good girl for me, y/n."

"f-fuck!" his words tips you over and your orgasm rips through you. everything feels overstimulating all at once, hot flashes of pleasure and your body convulses, dizzying and feeling oh so fucking good. your pussy clamps down on him hard, pulsating and aching and you're no longer in control of what the hell you're saying. so when your stupid mouth blubbers out the words "love you eren, i love you, love you!" you had no choice but to let them go, brain too fuzzy to even comprehend the damage you'd just done.

one last thrust into you and eren pulls out, his length red and angry. he's cumming all over your tummy, pretty strings of white coating your sweat-sheened skin, belly rising hurriedly as you take sharp breaths. his heart beats fast, as if its trying to escape out of his ribs and run away. panic and dread settles into an uneasy feeling at his chest and every organ in his body beats loudly, the audio of what you said repeating again and again in his head.

you’re stupider than he thought.

[lovecandyyy]

human nature. eren yaeger (18+)

a/n: lost the request but this is for the anon that requested toxic frat!eren x nerdy reader <3 lowk he not toxic cuz idk how to write toxic men they must be a bitch to everything i say.

warnings: frat!eren x nerdy sub!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, degradation, spanking, pet names, he rough wit it, all dat good stuff 😛 enjoy freaks ♡

MINORS DNI

eren never spared a pathetic girl like you a second glance.

high-hoisted ponytail swinging ridiculously, meticulously ironed dress shirt buttoned to the top, plaid skirt the specific length right before it crosses any suggestive lines. books always tucked in your arm, lipstick smudged because you're always biting your lips, deep in thought in some intellectually-challenging literary prompt and he's never about all that.

eren's never about the type of girls like you, up-tight and know-it-all but too shy to speak up, your head high and your shoulders straight when you saunter across the courtyard. he's the kind of animal that stares at you while you strut to class through the front widows of his trashed frathouse, 8am and holding a 750ml bottle of absolut. the kind that opts for girls with dark lipliner and low cut shirts, inch-long shorts, ones that go to his parties instead of group study sessions and god knows you'd never dare miss a group study session.

but it's easy for him to choose you over all those other girls when you're so close like this, puckering your glossed lips and losing patience as you walk him through a calculus problem (that he didn't really need help with in the first place). smelling like vanilla and candy and god. he didn't know that you were so easy.

eren believes that it was fate that brought him to choose a seat next to yours in the calc 3 lecture room, and eren believes that it is the same fate that leads to you face down ass up on his bed right now, choking on your own sobs as he slowly pushes inside you, your small body struggling to accommodate him.

"she's trying to hard to fit me," he grunts, grabbing your hair out of your face. your mascara stains your lids black and your mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut as if it would help. "you always a try hard baby? on all those fucking assignments and on my dick?"

"'ren!" you cry, nails digging at his sheets for purchase as the feeling overwhelms you, full and filled to the brim but he's still pushing, forcing you to adjust. "urrgg...go slow 'ren! p-please! please, ple-"

eren reaches down and yanks your head roughly up by your french braids. "you take what i give you," he says simply, ignoring your squirming and tiny whines. "okay princess?"

he drops your head, and bottoms out. you scream, noise muffled against the navy-blue sheets, and every sensation feels like it's being intensified ten-fold. you're so stuffed it hurts, and the stretch knocks over to pleasure and your head spins, trying to decide on what it wants. your rational part wants to stop, it's too much and tears burn your eyes from how overwhelmed you are, but the other part, the one eren somehow unlocked screams for him to move, to slide and slam into you and use you like his own personal doll.

"you're so tight, fuck," eren groans, watching his dick nestled between your pretty plump ass, modest skirt rolled up to your hips. "who knew the campus nerd was such a freak? huh? giving yourself up the first time we're alone?"

eren hates being honest with himself and hates admitting that you've always been, begrudgingly to him, the center of his attention. you were untouchable and unreachable, keeping to yourself and always silently preening to yourself every time you get a shoutout by a professor (which is all the time). he refused to acknowledge that he was looking that one time you bent over to retrieve a pen and your skirt hitched up the slightest bit, just enough for him to catch a peak of your polka dot underwear and the curve of your ass. refuse to acknowledge that he somehow always sees you when he's fucking his hand pathetically in the middle of the night, staring at him with your head tilted like it always is and that curious, innocent expression on your face.

he hit jackpot when you reluctantly agreed to the study session he set up (more like begged) and if he had known how easy you were to rile up, he would've done it forever ago. who knew the campus nerd is this hungry for cock, rutting against him like a whore and moaning like a fucking star.

he really did hit jackpot.

you whine loudly, clearly embarrassed by his words but your body betray you, body moving so that you begin fucking yourself on his cock, your sopping pussy creating dirty, lewd noises that fill the room. he spanks your ass and you cry to each one yet humiliatingly wiggle back for more, wanting more of anything, everything. "you greedy slut," eren hisses, digging his nails into the plush of your ass, guiding you onto bouncing on his dick and forcing you deeper, until his fat tip slams against your cervix. "you're a fast learner, sweetheart. 's that why you so smart? so much better than everyone?"

you visibly perk up at the praise, small breaths falling out of your mouth as you work yourself up and down his cock, chasing the high that's piling at the pit of your stomach. cheeks warm and mind fuzzy. it's rare in moments that you can't think straight, and this is definitely one of them.

eren suddenly moves, swiftly flipping you onto your back and pushing your legs up to his shoulders. he finally gets a good look at you, debauched and fucked-stupid, tear stains on your cheeks and drool glossy over your lips and you're not one bit like the girl he checks out everytime he sees you on campus. your white dress shirt is wrinkled and see-through from sweat, tits spilling out of the leopard print bra you're wearing underneath and skirt hiked all the way up your torso, looking so much better than he had fantasized.

"such a stupid girl," he says, hips slamming into yours and you moan loudly enough to cancel the noise out, your cheeks blushed a poppy red. "fucked so stupid can't even speak. that's all you are, doll, just a stupid," he pulls out nearly all the way and slam into you and your eyes roll to the back of your head. slam. "fucking," slam. "doll. ain't that right?"

"mmm yes! yes yes yes stupid, 'm a stupid girl! 'm yours yours yours-" you've officially lost it, babbling incoherently and eyes wild. your body begs for release. "'m so close eren, please-feels so good, wan' cum-"

his pace never falters. pretty, pretty eyes stare at you, waiting until you snap and it knocks into you all at once--what's happening, eren's gaze, his heavy cock that slides in and out of you with every sob of your pussy, the study session, the kiss, him knocking you into bed.

"cum for me, slut," eren mutters, leaning down, teeth nipping at your lips. "my dumb slut. she's takin me so well, you're being such a good girl for me, y/n."

"f-fuck!" his words tips you over and your orgasm rips through you. everything feels overstimulating all at once, hot flashes of pleasure and your body convulses, dizzying and feeling oh so fucking good. your pussy clamps down on him hard, pulsating and aching and you're no longer in control of what the hell you're saying. so when your stupid mouth blubbers out the words "love you eren, i love you, love you!" you had no choice but to let them go, brain too fuzzy to even comprehend the damage you'd just done.

one last thrust into you and eren pulls out, his length red and angry. he's cumming all over your tummy, pretty strings of white coating your sweat-sheened skin, belly rising hurriedly as you take sharp breaths. his heart beats fast, as if its trying to escape out of his ribs and run away. panic and dread settles into an uneasy feeling at his chest and every organ in his body beats loudly, the audio of what you said repeating again and again in his head.

you’re stupider than he thought.

[sluttyangel04]

boyfriend!suguru finds your secret account

normally your boyfriend!suguru has no intentions to be going through your phone.

but as of lately you have been acting weird. hiding it occasionally and closing apps right in front of his nose when he’s trying to take a glance at what you’re doing on there in the middle of the night.

“what’s that?” he’d rasp against your neck when he wakes up and sees the faint glow of your phone screen lightening your face. “nothin’,” you’d press out nervously and turn it off, then push it back under your pillow and go to sleep.

suguru knows you wouldn’t lie or cheat on him. he trusts you. he is not insecure unlike your pathetic monkey ex’s.

though, he wants to know what you’re so busy with that it keeps you up at night. what are you hiding from him? he doesn’t know yet… but he will find out.

so, one day when he comes back from a late night mission and sees you passed out, already asleep in bed, he decides to take your phone - which is fortunately already laying next to you. ready for him to snatch it off the bed.

he unlocks it with your face id and starts swiping through the last used apps. there’s not much going on there, mostly social media and some chatting via face time with friends. but he doesn’t care about that. he’s way too old to be snooping through private chats.

instead, what catches his attention is the blue app icon with that little bird on it. twitter? he’s never seen you use that really. there’s no preview for what you’ve been looking at recently but shrugging to himself he opens it back up. can’t be anything bad, right?

not a second later, the room is filled with soft moans coming from your phone. to be exact; coming from an adult video which you apparently had been watching before tabbing out of the app. heat rushes through him at the sight and he needs a second to calm his breath. not shocked, but he did not really think of that. pausing the video, his gaze falls on your sleeping form. he runs a hand through his hair and quietly laughs to himself. so that is what you’ve been up to lately? there was no need to be so secretive about it.

he slips into bed, laying next to you in only his sleeping shorts, no shirt, brushing against your body. he wonders if there’s more to it. so he grabs your phone again, scrolling through the enormous amount of videos you have saved..

he can’t take his eyes off it now, to deep in already. he’s scrolling and scrolling.. and his breathing is slowly getting faster.

he’s noticed that all of the videos you’ve saved are similar. unlike real porn, most of the videos seem quite.. personal. like it were just private moments of people having sex captured in small self-made tapes. none of that fake bullshit porn hub normally shows you.

maybe that’s what’s got him so invested…

but one video in particular catches his interest most. it’s the one you’ve been watching last. the one he saw first when he opened the app.

deep grunts and soft moans fill the dark bedroom when suguru plays the video again. big hands hold the waist of a petite woman, while her partner is rubbing his dick between her pretty pink lips. pleasuring her and luring out more of those moans. there’s no unnecessary talking. just the slippery sounds of dick rubbing against bare pussy.

is that what you like? that’s what he wonders and he can’t keep that small chuckle to himself. he is thinking about the way you’ve probably been touching yourself to those videos.

getting slowly turned on by the thought, he lets his hands wander around your body, wrapping you closer against him. his hand brushes your cheek, softly caressing it while he presses soft kisses against the side of your neck. he squeezes your body slightly, murmuring, “come on.. wake up for me, darling.”

slowly you stir awake, feeling his warm arms around you which makes you snuggle closer against him. he doesn’t say anything more, just watches you slowly wake up, eyes blinking open as you realize the faint glow of a phone lighting up the room. you yawn tired at first but then finally stretch a bit and shift your view toward the source of whats disturbing you from going back to sleep.

“i was wondering what had your attention lately,” suguru murmurs.

huh?

suguru, with his arms wrapped around your body, holds your phone in his big hand right next to you, so casually you wouldn’t question it. if it wasn’t for whats displayed on the screen. you need to blink your eyes a few times to adjust to the brightness when he shifts the screen slightly toward you but then you see it; what exactly suguru had opened up on that little phone screen. you see that exact video you’ve been busy watching earlier.. before suguru came home. and you know exactly that he must’ve seen everything by now.

his breath ghosts against your skin and it makes a shiver run down your spine, “you’ve been busy with this, haven’t you?” heat finds it way to your cheeks immediately, flustered. suguru on the other hand seems calm, caressing your cheek still. no further explanation needed, he shoves the phone to the side again. he squeezes your waist slightly. his attention is all on you and he wants you to know. on you only.

he doesn’t shame you, doesn’t say anything to embarrass you. just stays close, wants you to feel his presence. your breath hitches and finally you rasp out just some words to break the silence. “suguru.. I.. you..” of course you have no idea what to say. you’re not quite sure what exactly he’s thinking, but it’s clear he’s not judging. not at all.

not long after, his voice rings out again. lower, with a hint of something. something.. possessive when he speaks. “if you wanted something like that…” he pauses, “…you could’ve just come to me.” that makes your breath hitch. phuhh..

his hands slowly find its way further down and it’s clear he’s not leaving you any space to escape. but.. maybe you don’t even want that. your body’s on fire. burning with need already. it’s been some time since you and suguru last… yeah.

you can feel the way his controlled movements consume you. he’s holding himself back. but it’s obvious what he’s seen on your phone got him worked up too.

quiet whimpers escape your lips as his hands wander all over you except where you really want them. his deep voice sounds out again, “you don’t have to look for things like this.” he murmurs it against your ear in a low voice, slightly tugging at your pajama shorts. it makes you lift your hips, and he’s finally tugging down the shorts. slow, controlled. he opens his mouth again, your faint breathing and his voice the only sound filling up the bedroom, “didn’t think to tell me? … i could’ve handled this for you.”

it’s clear what he’s implying. and it makes your cheeks flush even more. but finally, you manage to push out what’s been laying on your tongue. “i was too shy about it.. suguru” he doesn’t laugh, doesn’t tease you about it. just hums in understanding as his hands continue to wander over you.

“i see exactly what you’re into now, darling,” when he speaks up again, the air around the two of you changed. something dangerous to his tone. as you have confirmed what he’s silently been thinking about. that you’re into that kind of stuff. you’ve just been too shy to tell your boyfriend suguru about it. instead, secretly yearning for it through videos?

it’s cute, actually. at least that’s what suguru thinks. if it weren’t for you being his girlfriend, maybe he would call that kind of behavior pathetic. but you’re his girl. he wouldn’t ever dare think something like that about you.

the room’s filled with silence for some moments as suguru now considers what he’s about to do with these information.

ohh. this is gonna be fun.

a slight smirk creeping up on the corner of his mouth, his attention falls back on your body still pressed tightly against him. “tell me to stop,” he hums against your neck while roaming his hands all over you again. but this time they find the lace of your pantie, fingers slipping beneath the string and sliding it down your legs.

a shaky huff escapes you as the lace slides down your legs, exposing your bare self to suguru.

of course, it’s not the first time suguru’s seen you like this. but you’re still shy about it every single time.

he’s gently pushing you onto your back while settling himself between your thighs, shirt discarded earlier already, and is giving you a damn good view of his muscles.

you’re already hiding your face behind your arms, way too flushed by the sight of suguru hovering all over you. but to be fair, who wouldn’t?

he’s so hot.

he just chuckles but leaves you be, just finding it cute. the way you squirm under him and are probably hiding your red tinted cheeks from him. he doesn’t need to see your face to know he’s got you all flushed under him.

you’re breathing heavy. already a mess for your boyfriend, even though he didn’t touch you where you want it most. yet. when his hands finally skim down there you can’t bite back the little whimpers.

it’s cute, really.

his fingers slide down your slick folds. wet for suguru. but to be real.. you already were before he even stepped foot inside the bedroom. imagining just how good it would be if sugu would be the one making you feel exactly like that girl in the video. squirming under that dick. you can’t help the shiver running down your spine from pleasure.

“you’ve been thinking about me, little one, have you?” you can only nod, glancing up from between where you’re still covering your face. he hums, pleased.

“then let me make it up to you. let me make you feel s’good you’ll never try to hide a thing from me again, ever,” he groans, grabbing his hardened length and taking it out of his pajama. your eyes widen slightly, reminding yourself how big suguru actually is.

god, how are you even gonna take him?

“don't you worry, babe,” he smirks, so sure of himself. “i’ll make it fit. just like last time, promise.”

he doesn’t wait any longer, not wanting to keep you on edge any more. he knows you need his touch. so he will give it to you. just.. the way he thinks is appropriate. you’ve been thinking about this, right?

slamming his dick on your cunt with a loud slap! makes you moan. the sensitive nerves of your bud tingling as sugurus dick rubs against it. he rolls his hips against yours, making sure to keep a steady rhythm. rubbing his length between your wet folds, hand pressing against his cock to keep it rubbing against you. just making sure it doesn’t slip where it’s not supposed to go, right? not yet.

“hah– sugu..!” you need to hold on to his arms, not able to hide yourself anymore. you’re way too sensitive already. his cock feels like heaven. desperate moans fill the room as he keeps grinding against you, over and over, and deep grunts escape his lips too.

he’s way too hard. pre-cum dripping out already and he just smears the few drops all over your cunt. he wants to fill you up with his cum. wants to breed you, so bad.

and he will.

“you wanted me to do this to you, huh?” he groans, hips snapping against you harder. “you wanted me to find what you’ve been craving, didn’t you? that why you let your phone lay right next to you, wanting me to snoop?”

“oh my… sugu- hmpff—“ your moans are getting out of hand. you can feel yourself getting close and the way suguru’s getting even harsher isn’t helping at all. heat rushes through you at every snap of his hips, every ridge, every vein of his cock brushing against your sensitive bud.

“shit. fucking cum on my cock. be good for me,” his rough voice brings you closer to the edge. closer. you can’t hold back anymore and with a loud almost-scream, you're creaming all over him. he groans loud, satisfied, rubbing his dick all over your clit. he wants to make sure you’re riding your orgasm out as hard as possible.

“fuuck– such a good girl for me. now take that dick like i give it to you, mhh?” a deep chuckle escapes his throat about what he’s got planned for you. he didn’t even let you calm down from your orgasm, no. he’s sliding his dick inside you. all at once. your walls are gripping him tight and your mouth flies open–

“suguru— ! hahh- oh my goshhh-“ you almost scream and it’s clear you’re a total mess. his hips snap against you hard and he’s bottoming out in you. making sure to grip you by your waist and slam you down on his dick all the way. leaving no inch between you two.

“ahh.. hmpf– i’m- i’m gonna cum again- sugu-“ he is not stopping, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming into you again with fast snaps of his hips. it’s almost like he’s loosing control. not the suguru you’re used to in bed. but it feels good. it feels the best you’ve ever felt.

he is rutting into you, pressing you into the bed sheets tightly just to make sure there’s no way for you to escape him. make sure he’s feeding you all of his dick. slamming into you to the hilt. and you, you’re a moaning mess for him. screaming his name and leaving marks all over his trained biceps.

groaning loudly, he flips you around onto your stomach. then, he slams back into you, holding your hips against him hard. in that different position he’s hitting even deeper. hitting spots you didn’t know you had. suddenly he hits that particular sweet spot and it makes you see stars. your walls flutter around him and it has him groaning too, feeling you tighten up even more around him.

“if you keep squeezing me like that– i might have to fill you up, babe,” he grunts into your ear as he’s leaning over your back. still slamming his hips into you deep. god, he can feel how close you are. and he’s too.

“mhh.. you’re asking for it,” your pussy tightens around him in response and that's it. with a loud groan he snaps his hips into you again, spilling his seed inside of you. you moan loudly, milking him dry as he keeps pumping into you and finally you collapse under him, orgasm crashing over you too. your legs shake like crazy. desperate whimpers flee your mouth and you cum all over his dick.

“just like that, babe. cum with my dick stuffing you full,” he’s slowing down his thrusts now, riding out both your orgasms. spilling the last of his drops into your used cunt.

“y’did so well for me, darling,” you sigh satisfied, snuggling against the sheets as you’re pleased with your orgasm. suguru seems to be satisfied too, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face and hugging you from behind.

his dick is still buried deep and you expect him to pull out any second.. but—

“well.. you did so good for me darling. but what kind of boyfriend would I be if i didn’t take the whole video into consideration?”

he laughs almost out of character, and with that, round two starts..

right.. you should’ve watched the video to the end before saving it..

fuck me.. oh wait! he already does

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repost with different design and title bc first post flopped :<

[neuriscent-deactivated20260710]

accidentally baby trapping satoru while riding him

the room is thick with the smell of sex and sweat. gojo is sprawled beneath you on the ruined sheets, his usual infinity long gone, silver hair sticking to his damp forehead. his chest rises and falls rapidly, pale skin flushed pink all the way down to the sharp v of his hips. you’ve already made him cum once, but you never stopped riding him. now he’s overstimulated, cock still rock-hard and throbbing inside your soaked pussy, every drag of your walls making him twitch and curse.

“fuck—baby, slow down,” he groans, voice hoarse and broken. his fingers dig bruises into your hips as you grind down on him again, taking every inch until his tip kisses your cervix. “i’m too sensitive—shit— you’re gonna kill me.”

you’re not listening. not really. your own orgasm is already building again, hot and vicious, your clit grinding against his pelvis with every roll of your hips. you’re dripping down his cock, creamy white streaks of both your releases coating his shaft and dripping onto his balls. the wet, filthy sounds echo with every bounce.

“you feel so fucking good, satoru…” you whimper, bracing your hands on his abs and lifting yourself until only his flushed tip is inside you, then slamming back down hard. his cock stretches you so perfectly, thick and veiny, pulsing against your walls like it was made for you.

gojo’s head tips back, white lashes fluttering, mouth open in a silent moan. “princess—ahh—fuck, i’m serious. i’m gonna cum again if you keep—ngh—keep squeezing me like that.” his abs tense under your palms, hips jerking up involuntarily to meet your rhythm.

you lean forward, pressing your tits against his chest, and start riding him faster. the new angle makes his cock drag right over that spongy spot inside you with every thrust. your pussy flutters and clenches greedily around him, milking his overstimulated length without mercy.

“shit—wait, baby—slow— i’m close again,” he gasps, voice cracking. his hands slide up your back, then back down to grip your ass, trying to control your pace. “you gotta pull off— i can’t— fuck, i’m gonna cum inside if you don’t—pull out—!”

the words barely register. everything feels too good. his cock is swelling even thicker inside you, twitching wildly, the heat of him overwhelming. your thighs burn, your clit throbs, and another orgasm is rushing up on you like a freight train. instead of lifting off, you grind down harder, rolling your hips in tight circles so his cock stirs deep in your pussy.

you cum with a broken cry, walls clamping down around him like a vice. your cunt spasms violently, rhythmic pulses squeezing and fluttering around his cock as pleasure whites out your vision. gojo chokes on a moan, hips stuttering up into you.

“fuck— no, wait— i’m cumming— i’m—!”

he tries to pull you off at the last second, but your thighs lock tight around his waist, keeping him buried to the hilt. thick, hot ropes of cum flood deep inside you as he cums harder than the first time. pulse after heavy pulse, his cock jerking and spurting against your cervix while your pussy keeps milking him through your own orgasm. you don’t stop moving—riding him through it in sloppy, desperate strokes, prolonging both your highs until his cum is leaking out around his cock with every bounce.

gojo’s eyes roll back, a wrecked, broken sound leaving his throat as you keep fucking yourself on his oversensitive dick. “too much—fuck— you’re still going—hah— you little menace…”

only when your orgasm finally ebbs do you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting, trembling, and covered in sweat. his cock is still buried deep in your cum-stuffed pussy, twitching weakly with aftershocks. you can feel how full you are—his warm seed sloshing inside you with every tiny shift of your hips.

gojo lets out a breathless, slightly delirious laugh, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you flush against him. one hand slides down to press firmly on your lower belly, right where his cum is settled deep.

“you… you didn’t pull off,” he murmurs against your hair, voice rough and sex-drunk. there’s a dark, possessive edge beneath the amusement. “i told you to pull out and you just rode me harder. greedy girl.”

you hide your flushed face in his neck, smiling against his skin as you give one slow, lazy roll of your hips. his cock twitches inside you again, pushing more of his cum deeper.

“oops,” you whisper, clenching around him on purpose.

gojo groans, hips bucking up weakly. “yeah… real convincing ‘oops.’” he kisses the top of your head, then tilts your chin up so he can claim your mouth in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss. when he pulls back, his blue eyes are half-lidded and hungry. “guess you baby-trapped me, huh? fuck… why is that so hot?”

his hand rubs slow circles over your belly. you can feel his cock starting to harden again inside your messy, cum-filled cunt.

“you’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice dropping lower as he starts rocking up into you again, slow and deep. “not until i fill you up at least one more time. since we’re already making a mess… might as well commit.”

you moan softly, already moving with him.

looks like you’re keeping every single drop tonight.

[slut-kuna]

thinking about megumi being all sleepy after a mission, but he's also so horny for you. he's spooning you, arms wrapped around your waist as he drives his hips against you. full of desperation. full of need. his hard cock pressing against your ass, megumi pushes his fingers into your mouth. "..suck." he'd whisper groggily into your ear, loving the way your mouth takes his fingers. he'd keep putting against you until he fell asleep or couldn't take it any longer.

[slutreputation]

꒰ s. itoshi ꒱ : he fucks the reporter lady.

cw⌇ rough sex ◞ he records you

you’d always liked poking at him. sae itoshi, the cold prodigy, the boy who thought he was untouchable. most reporters were scared of him. they tiptoed around his bluntness, his disinterest, his near-contempt for the press. not you. you came in with sharp questions, always phrased like a knife to the ribs.

“don’t you think your style is selfish?” you’d asked once, voice dripping with mock politeness. “or do you just not care how many people you alienate along the way?”

he didn’t flinch. he never flinched. just looked at you with those flat teal eyes and said, “maybe you’re just too stupid to understand soccer.”

the whole room laughed and yet you still kept coming back.

today was no different. the press conference had ended, other reporters packing up, leaving you and your pointed questions behind. sae lingered only because you lingered, scribbling notes, fiddling with your recording device and preparing your next jab.

“you know,” you said without looking up, “your answers are always so short. maybe if you gave people more than three words, they’d stop calling you arrogant.”

the scrape of a chair startled you. then the sudden shadow over your table. you looked up and your throat went dry. sae was standing there, hands in his pockets, staring you down like you’d just stepped over a line. “you don’t know when to shut up, do you?” he asked dangerously soft.

you smirked, because provoking him was a thrill. “not my job to shut up, itoshi. it’s my job to make you talk.”

he moved fast. one hand snatched your recorder from the table, thumb pressing the button that lit it red. the other caught your wrist, dragging you up and shoving you back against the wall of the now empty room. your gasp echoed sharp into the device as he pressed his body against yours.

“go ahead,” he murmured. “ask me another question.”

your pulse raced. you should’ve said something biting, something clever, but all that came out was a shaky breath. and then he was kissing you, if you could call it kissing. more like taking, mouth bruising against yours, tongue sliding in without asking. his hand was already under your skirt, tugging at your panties with impatient strength.

“s-sae—”

“shut up,” he snapped, voice rough against your lips. “you’ve had enough words.”

the recorder in his hand stayed pressed close to your mouth as he forced you to hear yourself moan when his fingers slid inside, working you open. the tiny microphone caught every slick sound, every choked whimper.

“so loud,” he muttered, pulling his hand away only to shove his fingers between your lips. “that’s gonna sound real nice on tape.”

you should’ve stopped it. you should’ve shoved him back. but when he freed himself, pressing hard and heavy against you, your knees went weak. his hand caught your thigh, dragging it up to his waist, and then he pushed in, the stretch brutal enough to tear a cry out of you. the sound bounced off the walls, crisp and clear into the recorder.

“fuck.” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“yeah,” sae hissed, thrusting deep, holding you pinned with his weight. “that’s it. there’s your exclusive.” his voice cracked sharp against your ear, filthy and controlled. “only story you’ll ever write about me is me fucking you stupid.”

your head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as the words burned hot in your ears. you felt the recorder press harder against your cheek, reminding you it was catching everything. the slap of his hips against yours, the messy wet sounds between your legs, his growled curses when your walls clenched around him.

“say something,” he ordered, thrusts punishing. “isn’t that your job?” you could barely breathe, let alone form a sentence. “speak up,” he mocked, fucking you harder. “ask me your rude little questions while i ruin you.”

your voice broke, a moan spilling out instead of words. he laughed, low and cruel, the sound captured perfectly.

“pathetic,” he muttered, driving into you until the wall rattled. “you wanted me to talk, didn’t you? here’s your answer, my cock splitting you open, filling you up, making you forget every stupid thing you were gonna write.”

you clung to him, body trembling, the recorder trembling with it as his hand pinned it by your face. you couldn’t stop the noises spilling from your throat, couldn’t stop the way your hips tilted to meet his, desperate despite yourself.

“you like that, huh?” he growled, lips dragging down your jaw. “being fucked like this while your stupid little recorder tells on you? you’ll play it back later, won’t you? touch yourself to the sound of me ruining you?”

“n-no,” you gasped, but your body betrayed you, clenching around him so tight he hissed.

he smirked against your skin, pace brutal. “liar. you’ll play it on repeat. over and over. proof you’re nothing but a hole for me to use.”

the orgasm hit fast, overwhelming, tearing through you with messy cries you couldn’t swallow back. your nails scratched down his neck, clinging hard as your body shook against his.

“fuck, that’s it,” sae groaned, finally losing some of his composure, fucking you through it.

then he pulled out quick, stroking himself fast, aiming high. hot ropes of cum painted your chest, your throat, streaking your neck in thick mess. sae held the recorder low, capturing every sound of his release, every hiss of breath until the last drop hit your skin.

he leaned in close, pressing the recorder to your mouth as you panted, ruined and trembling. “say thank you,” he ordered.

you whimpered, lips brushing the microphone. “t-thank you.”

he smirked, finally turning the device off. “good girl. maybe i’ll let you keep this one. the only time i’ve ever given you more than three words.”

and then he left you there. messy, wrecked, your recorder sticky in his hand as proof that the only exclusive you’d ever gotten from sae itoshi was him fucking you dumb.

[slutreputation]

꒰ v. hugo ꒱ : his doll.

cw⌇ objectification ◞ mild praise

The air was already thick with the scent of his Cologne and the faint musk of anticipation.

You shifted on the bed, soft thighs rubbing together as you watched Hugo. His dark eyes never met yours, instead they were drinking your body in - the blue dress with the fluffy skirt you had seen him touching in your wardrobe earlier.

Hugo had always a special kind of hunger when it came to your sex life. But it seemed like he was holding back, or didn’t realize that he liked things differently than other men.

So, as good little girlfriend you put on the dress, some light make up and allowed him to have you however you wanted. No judgement.

“Doll,” he breathed and your skin prickled. Then his tone became more flat like he had stopped talking to his girlfriend. “Stand up.”

You blush softly as you obeyed. Hugo stepped back as he tilted his head, appraising. His eyes filled with lustful calculation as if he was weighing the merits of a new possession.

“Good,” he said.

His first touch was his big hand cupping your breast through the dress. He squeezed it with a firmness that bordered on clinical. Still your nipple grew hard under his palm like the little traitor it was.

It surprised him how much he liked it that you didn’t threw yourself in his arms immediately. Holding and cuddling you became one of his favorite moments.

And yet in this moment you were not a person to him. You were a body, and the generous flesh laid out for his inspection.

The realization sent a thrill through you both. Even when you felt strangely vulnerable.

One hand pressed to your hip then as he guided you to turn around. The other positioned on your shoulder as he pressed you down like a mannequin in a shop window.

“Bend over,” he commanded.

You almost whined as you braced your elbows on the bed, presenting your round ass to him. He exhaled sharply behind you, needing a moment to compose himself. All while you felt so exposed, even more so as he spreads your thighs apart with casual efficiency.

It was different with him. There was no praise, no whispers of sweet nothings in your ear. He didn’t caress gentle or rough - he claimed.

His hands engulfed your hips and he pressed his thick bulge to the plush of your ass. “Perfection,” he breathed in that thick accent.

A switch had flipped in him, this newfound appreciation blooming in the way he handles you. Possessive, yet detached. Your body was his to form and use.

You held on as his crown nestled warm and thick against your entrance before he pushed in. Your walls stretched, accommodating him perfectly. He was testing you, getting a feel of you as a thing built for his pleasure only.

You bit back every moan, every whine and noise of pleasure not to destroy the illusion. And he thanked you for it by fucking you so good. Thrusting deep and right into that angle where your sweet spot begged to be caressed.

At some point it wasn’t even hard anymore to pretend. The erotic anonymity to be just a doll, a fucktoy, his living fleshlight. You were his to maneuver. Also Hugo loved it. His breathing grew harsh as he craved this so much - the power of reducing you to sensation, to the jiggle of your flesh under his grip.

He then pulled you upright against his broad chest. One arm wrapped around your soft middle, his other hand covering your eyes as he drove in harder. He lost control. Slapping your soft stomach, then soothing the sting.

“Mine,” he hissed into your ear and it was your undoing.

Not that the word was about you. It was about about the body he was claiming, the object that was unlocking something raw in him. But he wouldn’t share with anyone else.

Unable to hold back you cried out quietly as your walls clenched down around him and you soaked his cock and balls. He didn’t even mind. The opposite actually, knowing that you got off to be treated like an object.

Something in his chest cracked open as your body gave in completely. His rhythm faltered and became erratic, uncontrolled as he thrusted in as a deep as possible. The guttural groan tearing from his throat was animalistic and you clenched tighter.

He filled you up so good, so hot and wet. You thought it must spilled everywhere as his cock throbbed and throbbed. All while he held you tightly against him - his muscles straining and veins popping against his skin.

For him the world narrowed to the pulse between your legs, the wet sound of your bodies, the trembling of your frame.

Hugo stayed there, panting, forehead pressed to your shoulder. He pulled out a bit, letting his spend drip down and then fucked it right back into you. So possessive and you once again bit back the, now, noises of overstimulation.

“Good girl.”

Your verdict for today and you smiled slightly to yourself. Because the first times you did this you weren’t a good girl for him…

[slutreputation]

꒰ v. hugo ꒱ : his doll.

cw⌇ objectification ◞ mild praise

The air was already thick with the scent of his Cologne and the faint musk of anticipation.

You shifted on the bed, soft thighs rubbing together as you watched Hugo. His dark eyes never met yours, instead they were drinking your body in - the blue dress with the fluffy skirt you had seen him touching in your wardrobe earlier.

Hugo had always a special kind of hunger when it came to your sex life. But it seemed like he was holding back, or didn’t realize that he liked things differently than other men.

So, as good little girlfriend you put on the dress, some light make up and allowed him to have you however you wanted. No judgement.

“Doll,” he breathed and your skin prickled. Then his tone became more flat like he had stopped talking to his girlfriend. “Stand up.”

You blush softly as you obeyed. Hugo stepped back as he tilted his head, appraising. His eyes filled with lustful calculation as if he was weighing the merits of a new possession.

“Good,” he said.

His first touch was his big hand cupping your breast through the dress. He squeezed it with a firmness that bordered on clinical. Still your nipple grew hard under his palm like the little traitor it was.

It surprised him how much he liked it that you didn’t threw yourself in his arms immediately. Holding and cuddling you became one of his favorite moments.

And yet in this moment you were not a person to him. You were a body, and the generous flesh laid out for his inspection.

The realization sent a thrill through you both. Even when you felt strangely vulnerable.

One hand pressed to your hip then as he guided you to turn around. The other positioned on your shoulder as he pressed you down like a mannequin in a shop window.

“Bend over,” he commanded.

You almost whined as you braced your elbows on the bed, presenting your round ass to him. He exhaled sharply behind you, needing a moment to compose himself. All while you felt so exposed, even more so as he spreads your thighs apart with casual efficiency.

It was different with him. There was no praise, no whispers of sweet nothings in your ear. He didn’t caress gentle or rough - he claimed.

His hands engulfed your hips and he pressed his thick bulge to the plush of your ass. “Perfection,” he breathed in that thick accent.

A switch had flipped in him, this newfound appreciation blooming in the way he handles you. Possessive, yet detached. Your body was his to form and use.

You held on as his crown nestled warm and thick against your entrance before he pushed in. Your walls stretched, accommodating him perfectly. He was testing you, getting a feel of you as a thing built for his pleasure only.

You bit back every moan, every whine and noise of pleasure not to destroy the illusion. And he thanked you for it by fucking you so good. Thrusting deep and right into that angle where your sweet spot begged to be caressed.

At some point it wasn’t even hard anymore to pretend. The erotic anonymity to be just a doll, a fucktoy, his living fleshlight. You were his to maneuver. Also Hugo loved it. His breathing grew harsh as he craved this so much - the power of reducing you to sensation, to the jiggle of your flesh under his grip.

He then pulled you upright against his broad chest. One arm wrapped around your soft middle, his other hand covering your eyes as he drove in harder. He lost control. Slapping your soft stomach, then soothing the sting.

“Mine,” he hissed into your ear and it was your undoing.

Not that the word was about you. It was about about the body he was claiming, the object that was unlocking something raw in him. But he wouldn’t share with anyone else.

Unable to hold back you cried out quietly as your walls clenched down around him and you soaked his cock and balls. He didn’t even mind. The opposite actually, knowing that you got off to be treated like an object.

Something in his chest cracked open as your body gave in completely. His rhythm faltered and became erratic, uncontrolled as he thrusted in as a deep as possible. The guttural groan tearing from his throat was animalistic and you clenched tighter.

He filled you up so good, so hot and wet. You thought it must spilled everywhere as his cock throbbed and throbbed. All while he held you tightly against him - his muscles straining and veins popping against his skin.

For him the world narrowed to the pulse between your legs, the wet sound of your bodies, the trembling of your frame.

Hugo stayed there, panting, forehead pressed to your shoulder. He pulled out a bit, letting his spend drip down and then fucked it right back into you. So possessive and you once again bit back the, now, noises of overstimulation.

“Good girl.”

Your verdict for today and you smiled slightly to yourself. Because the first times you did this you weren’t a good girl for him…

[ilonanan]

dry humping doesn’t stay dry if you do it right

warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play

“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”

you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.

he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.

“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”

“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”

yeah, right.

the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.

“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”

you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”

“yessssss—!”

your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.

you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”

“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.

as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.

the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.

your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.

you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.

“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”

a/n: i didn’t know who to write for here’s ur favs x you!!

[holeforzenin-deactivated2026032]

HEADCANONS OF OLDER BF TOJI WITH HIS SHY YOUNGER GF <3

cw - domestic fluff then NASTY smut. age gap(20s, 43), daddy kink, Weird disgusting shit as usual, yk me. Toji is an ASS man, slight piss kink, anal play, stuff w spit, light face slapping etc. this man’s mouth is filthy. this shit is so long for no reason. Banner is from Ikyouto Kouryuukai.

a/n - still on my break but I just wanted to post this bc it’s gonna be my last post for a while since my classes have started again so I’ve been busy. Also thank you everyone for your sweet and kind messages, I’ve seen all of them, they’ve made me so happy, and I’m genuinely very very grateful for everyone. Thank you and take care🤍

⋆˖ ࣪ ‎𐙚 FLUFF

You once told him you love listening to the rain and how peaceful it sounds—so now whenever it rains, he’ll open the window just a crack, light your favorite scented candle, and tug you into bed to cuddle with him under the covers to listen together—even if he’s supposed to be busy.

Toji always keeps a soft, freshly folded blanket in his truck just for you. Whenever you’d ride along with him, he’s always tossing it over your lap—doesn’t matter if it’s hot outside, he’d turn the air conditioner up, he just likes knowing you’re cozy and comfortable.

He buys groceries like a dad—meat, rice, basic stuff but every single trip he sneaks in little things that’s clearly just for you: the strawberry milk you love, a box of cute cookies, a silly little snack. When you try to thank him, he shrugs like it’s no big deal, but the corners of his mouth twitch like he’s fighting a smile.

On lazy mornings, he pretends to still be asleep so you’ll think it’s safe to touch him. You’ll gingerly run your fingers through his raven hair or trace little shapes on his broad chest, only for him to suddenly rumble, “That tickles, sweetheart,” in his sleep-rough voice. You always squeak in embarrassment, but he just laughs and pulls you closer into the warmth of his body.

He hates taking selfies, but you’re too shy to take pictures of yourself. So he started a quiet habit—he’ll pull you into his chest, lift his phone, and snap a picture of you two together when you’re sleeping or not expecting it. Later, you’ll find your face saved in his gallery a hundred different ways, all with him grinning and you looking shy but happy.

He loves when you fall asleep against him. You’re shy about dozing off in front of others, but Toji thinks it’s adorable that you trust him enough to lean your whole weight against the his chest. He’ll stroke your hair until you’re fully out, then whisper things he’d never admit while you’re awake—little confessions about how much you mean to him.

Toji carries you around the house without asking—from the couch to the bed, from the kitchen to the living room like it’s his favorite job in the world. He’ll grumble playfully when you tell him you can walk yourself, “What’s the point of being this strong if I can’t use it on my girl?” and set you down with a soft kiss to your forehead.

Whenever you’re cooking, Toji comes up behind you and wraps his weathered arms around your middle while he rests his chin on your shoulder, muttering about how delicious the food smells. He always sneaks a taste straight from the spoon you’re holding, which makes you giggle, and then he’ll pinch your cheek just to hear you laugh harder.

On slow mornings, Toji makes you sit on the kitchen counter while he makes breakfast. He’ll bump your knees apart to stand between them, kissing your cheek every minute while flipping pancakes like it’s just another part of his morning routine.

You write little notes for him sometimes—reminders, “good luck today,” or just cute silly doodles. You’re too shy to hand them directly, so you’ll tuck them into his lunch bag or jacket pocket. Toji never says much about them, but one day you found a whole stack of them tucked into his nightstand, neatly kept.

He has a sixth sense for when you’re craving something. You’ll never say it out loud, but if you pause a second too long in front of a bakery or linger on a display in a store, Toji makes a mental note. Somehow, a day later it shows up on the counter with a casual, “Picked this up for you”.

He loves when you hold onto his arm while walking. Sometimes you’ll just hug it close with both hands and press your cheek against his sleeve where his muscles are bugling through the fabric. He pretends to tease you, saying, “What, scared I’ll run off without you?” but his chest feels like it might burst every time.

He takes you fishing sometimes, but not because he cares about catching anything. He just likes seeing you all bundled up in his oversized hoodie by the water, asking curious questions in your quiet voice, dangling your legs off the dock while he casts the line.

Toji teaches you how to whistle with your fingers because you admitted you couldn’t and he was determined to teach you. He spends an entire afternoon showing you, laughing whenever you get shy and blow air with no sound. When you finally get it, he claps way too dramatically and ruffles your hair till it’s all messy, like you just won an award.

Toji always takes your side of the booth at diners. He hates sitting across from you, so he’ll squeeze his massive body in the small space next to you, arm stretched along the backrest, making you shy while he orders like nothing’s unusual.

Toji is huge on physical affection, especially casual touches. He’ll rest his big palm on your lower back when guiding you through a crowd, tug you into his lap when you’re shy about sitting next to him, or casually hook two fingers into your belt loop just to keep you from going anywhere too far from him.

He loves feeding you from his chopsticks or fork, even if you’re eating your own meal. “C’mon, darling. Open up,” he says, holding it there until you lean in shyly.

Sometimes late at night, he pulls you outside barefoot just to look at the sparkling stars in the night sky. He’ll point at constellations all wrong, making you laugh as you correct him. You lean into his side while he rests a heavy arm around you, his thumb brushing circles into your shoulder. At some point he murmurs, almost too softly, “Pretty up there. But you’re way prettier”. You hide your face against him, and he chuckles low in his chest.

Whenever he gets paid, Toji has a rule: you get the first “treat”. Sometimes it’s a new hoodie, sometimes a necklace, sometimes just fancy expensive desserts. He never tells you beforehand, just drags you along and says, “Pick something, baby. I’m not leaving till you do”.

After dinner, you always offer to wash dishes but Toji shoos you away. “Nah. You cooked, I’ll clean”. He’ll roll his sleeves up to his thick forearms, stand at the sink, and whistle while rinsing everything down. Sometimes you sneak up and hug him from behind, pressing your cheek flat to his massive back. He always pauses for a second, hand dripping with soap suds, before chuckling and leaning back into your embrace.

When Toji rakes leaves in the yard, he always makes one big pile just for you. He acts like it’s a chore, but when you run and flop into it, he laughs until his chest aches. Sometimes he even tackles you into the pile, both of you sinking into crunchy leaves while he kisses your cheek with dirt-smudged hands.

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⋆˖ ࣪ ‎𐙚 SMUT

Toji is obsessed with how smaller your body is compared to his, especially your pussy. Every time he forces his cock through that tight clingy ring of muscle, he can’t help but moan at the way your walls flutter and clamp down instinctively, squeezing him like you’re trying to keep him locked in. “Fuck, baby…you’re fucking strangling me. You love when daddy splits you open like this, don’t you?” And when you moan and cry out too loud, he fucking loves it—because it’s proof you can’t hide how good it feels to be stuffed full of him, stretched until you’re shaking and leaking all over his cock till it’s coated in your juices.

When you’re on your knees giving him head, he’ll push your adorable glasses up just enough to see your watery eyes staring up at him. He fucks your throat and spit on your tongue until drool strings down your chin, then wipes it across your cheek with his rough thumb, grinning like a bastard. “Look at you… glasses all fogged up, face a mess of spit, and still begging for more cock. Cute”.

He jerks off over you when you’re too tired to move, fist working his thick cock while you lay there flushed and whimpering. He always aims for your bare tits, your face, your fogged-up glasses—anywhere he knows will make you flustered. And when he’s finished, he presses his messy fingers to your lips, making you lick him clean like a good girl.

He’s a freak for your panties. Sometimes he’ll just tug them to the side to fuck you because he loves seeing them ruined and stretched around your ass. Other times, he’ll stroke his cock into a pair when you’re not looking, deliberately leaving them sticky and tainted with his seed so later you’ll pull them on and feel the mess soaking against your skin. And when he catches sight of you wearing them, his eyes go dark—he can’t stop smirking as he palms his cock and hums, “Knew you’d end up walking around with my load stuck to your pussy. Bet you like it. Shit, you’re so nasty, baby”.

If you’re too shy to touch yourself, he makes you anyway. He leans back against the headboard with his mean cock out, stroking it lazily while you fumble with your throbbing clit under his heavy stare. “That’s it? That’s how my baby tries to get off? No wonder you need daddy to fuck you dumb”. His voice laced with mocking amusement, watching you squirm and whine, your hand shaky and awkward against your needy pussy. And when you can’t finish, he takes over without mercy—pinning you down on the mattress, rubbing and fucking you until you’re overstimulated and crying while clinging to his shoulders for dear life, whimpering out every broken little sound he wanted to hear.

He records you on his phone without shame. Sometimes it’s your face when you’re choking and gaging on his veiny cock, sometimes it’s your little pussy squirting all over his lap. Later he’ll play the clips back while you’re blushing and hiding your face, muttering, “Don’t hide, baby. Ohh look this one’s my favorite”. While showing a video of him unplugging his cock from your cum stuffed cunt, and watching as his milky seed floods out in thick streaks.

He makes you beg out loud for the dirtiest things. “Say it, baby. Tell daddy which hole you want stuffed. Say it nasty”. If you try to whisper, he’ll slap your ass until you’re crying it out and begging him.

When he’s really mean, he’ll stuff his lengthy fingers down your throat while he’s buried in your warm cunt, forcing you to choke on his thick digits while you clenched down instinctively around him from how much you love it. He pulls them out while they’re dripping, and smears your spit across your tits.

He’ll carry you into the bathroom after he filled you and make you squat over the bath tub while his cum slowly leaks out of your ruined hole. He strokes his cock watching like a pervert, “shiiit, Look at my mess dripping outta you. Should shove it right back in”.

Toji loves when you accidentally twitch your asshole while he’s spreading you open. He’ll laugh and pinch your cheek, cooing, “Aww, look at it winking at daddy. Cute little hole wants some attention too, huh?” before spitting on it and rubbing his thumb in until you’re squealing.

Toji gets obsessed with your little gape. He’ll quickly yank his dick out while holding your asscheeks apart, and he tilts his head like he’s admiring a drawing. “Ohhh look at that cute open hole, Daddy stretched his baby wide like a little donut”. Then he spits in it just to see it flutter back in place before stuffing himself back in.

On the subway, he cages you against the door, holding the bar above your head while his clothed erection presses against your ass through his sweats to the point where it’s digging into you. He sways with the train so it looks casual, but his bulge is grinding up and down your cheeks, heavy and hot. He smirks when you blush, muttering, “Crowded in here, huh? Good thing my cock fits right between your ass”.

Toji lovesss starting oral by spitting straight onto your pretty pussy, thick gobs dripping into your folds. He doesn’t even wait—just smears it in with his tongue until your sensitive clit and hole are bubbling with spit. It foams white when he slurps, and he pulls back with his chin dripping, grinning, “Messy little cunt’s frothing like a beer f’me”.

In public while you’re out with friends, he’ll slide his big hand under the table and make you rub your socked foot against his crotch while he talks casually to whoever’s there.

He loves pressing his cockhead right against your leaking hole while you piss. His fat tip gets sprayed and splattered, slippery with warm streams, and he moans, “Ohhh fuck... look at that pretty pussy showering my cock. Keep going, baby”.

He’ll drag you onto his lap, grind your clothed pussy on his bulge, and angle you so his cockhead rubs right against your asshole through your panties. He controls your movements and forces your hips in circles, groaning, “That’t it. Rub your ass on daddy’s dick, make it messy f’me”. By the time he’s done, your panties are ruined, and your hole is twitching from nothing but pathetic friction.

Toji loves folding you up tight in mating press—your knees shoved by your ears, belly squished, pussy spread wide open for his assaulting cock. But when he notices your little feet dangling right by his face, he smirks darkly before licking a long stride from your heel to your ankle before ending it with an affectionate kiss.

He shakes his head side to side while he’s nose deep in your sloppy cunt, stubble scraping your delicate skin, drool mixing with your sticky slick, smearing all over your thighs. He pulls back to grin at you, his chin and lips shining, then dives back in with a grunt.

He loves blowing spit bubbles on your sensitive clit, then sucking them up with a nasty slurp. The sound alone makes you whimper, and he laughs against you. he’ll force your cunt to spit back at him. He shoves two thick fingers inside, curls them against your sweet spot until you gush all over his fingers, then smears his slobber into the mess until your pussy’s bubbling. He licks it up loudly, making eye contact the whole time.

He’s obsessed with how your asshole reacts. Every time his tongue pushes in, your rim clenches tight like it’s trying to fight him off, then flutters open again. He’ll pull back just to watch it twitch from his gaze, chuckling, “this little hole can’t even decide if it wants to run or kiss daddy’s tongue”. Then he dives back in, slobbering until spit foams at the corners of his mouth.

Toji cannot keep his hands off your ass. Doesn’t matter if you’re cooking, folding laundry, or just walking past him — he’s always grabbing, squeezing, spreading, or smacking it.

He’s obsessed with watching it jiggle. Half the reason he pounds you so hard while giving you backshots is so he can watch your ass bounce off his hips from the mean impact of his thrusts. He’ll smack it over and over, grinning darkly at the view. “Godddddamn. Look at it wobble. Old man could fuck this view forever”.

Toji loves reverse cowgirl, because it’s his perfect view: your round ass bouncing on his pathetically hard cock, cheeks rippling with every desperate drop. He grips handfuls of you, spreading your cheeks wide just to see his veiny cock disappearing snugly inside you just to appear back again with a fresh coat of your cream. He slaps your ass till it’s all red and marked up with his large handprints, snarling, “Look at this fucking view. ‘M fucking buried in heaven”.

When he’s really filthy he’d spit into your asshole over and over until it’s bubbling frothy white, then lap it all up again like he’s drinking from you. He smears his thumb across your wet rim, presses it in until your hole stretches around the tip of his finger, then shoves his tongue beside it. The pressure makes you cry out, and he just moans into you.

Toji wakes up for work groaning, rubbing his eyes, already scowling at the alarm. He’s halfway out of bed, muttering curses under his breath about being late, when he notices you curled up on your side — panties crooked, glistening pussy peeking just a little under the blanket. He sighs through his nose and drags his hand down his face. “Fucking brat. You think I’m walking outta here with that pussy looking at me like that? No chance”. Next thing you know, he’s got your legs shoved open, his fat cock pushing in without prep. He mutters into your hair, “This hole’s a problem. ‘M never making it to work on time”.

His dirty talk is like a half lecture. He’s got his throbbing cock buried to the hilt where his curly pubes are grazing your clit, hips snapping into your sloppy pussy over and over, muttering, “Every damn morning. My alarm goes off, and instead of leaving I’m balls-deep in my brat. Pussy’s got me by the fucking throat”. He grope your soft ass roughly, grinning when your hole spasms around his shaft.

Sometimes he fucks you right at the door—you’re bent over the entryway table with his boots half on. He’s grunting, balls harshly smacking your neglected clit, while his keys jingle in his pocket. “Pussy’s making me late, kid. Gonna lose my job ‘cause I can’t stop breeding you”. When he finally spills inside, he stuffs your panties back up against your messy cunt and whispers, “Now go back to bed, and keep it warm f’me”. While you nod and clench around his load.

In doggy, he’ll yank you back by your throat, arching you against his chest while he pounds into you from behind. You’re choking, crying, drooling, and he snarls into your ear, “Nothing but my toy. That’s all you are”.

Toji loves watching your mouth hang open while he cuts off your air. He’ll spit right on your tongue while he’s got you pinned and make you swallow it.

He’ll tongue your drooling pussy so hard your juices spill down to your ass. Instead of wiping it away, he sniffs the trail, following it back up with his tongue, slurping until you’re soppy cunt is bubbling with spit and slick.

He loves humping his nose against you. He rubs it back and forth over your clit until you’re crying, then drags it down to smear against your asshole. Sometimes you’ll be bent over reaching for something, and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, nose shoved right between your ass cheeks, and nudging between your folds as he inhales deeply.

He corrupts you into loving the filth. The first time you squirt on his face, you cry in embarrassment but Toji just moans while his eyes roll back, licking it up sloppy like it’s the best drink he ever had. “Taste fucking amazing, baby. Don’t be shy— soak daddy again”. Now you gush for him on command.

He loves catching you acting innocent in public—polite voice, shy smiles because he knows later he’ll have you bent over, drooling on his cock like a mindless slut while you cling to him, sobbing while he snarls, “Where’s my sweet little girl now, huh? All I see is daddy’s whore”.

If you hide your face during sex, he’ll slap your cheek gently to make you look at him. “Did I say you can look away? Look at me while I stretch your pussy”. That sting just makes your tears spill faster. He gets off on how your body reacts. One slap and your mouth hangs open, drool on your glossy lips, your pussy gushing harder all over him. He laughs, “Shit, This slutty little pussy gets wetter everytime I slap your face. You’re so fucked up, baby”.

In oral, he’ll use it as a rhythm—you’re choking on his cock, warm tears down your cheeks, and he’ll slap your face lightly a few times when you slow down to catch your breath, “C’mon, baby. Take it all. My cock looks so good down your throat”.

After he slaps you, he often cups your face gently, thumb rubbing the sting, then spits in your mouth.

Whenever you’re too teary and trembling from overstimulation, he’ll be surprisingly gentle. He presses your face to his neck, pats your thigh, and whispers, “Shhh. You’re okay. Daddy didn’t mean to push so hard. You did perfect”. Then he’ll rock you a little until you calm down.

When it’s all over and your body’s shaking, Toji never pulls away at first—he just lays heavy on top of you, kissing your damp cheek and letting you catch your breath. Eventually, he eases out slowly, cooing, “Easy, baby… I got you,” and tucks you against his chest before you can even whine about the emptiness. He’s gruff about it, but so careful—one huge hand rubbing slow gentle circles on your back, the other stroking your thigh as he sits up to grab a towel.

He wipes you down with surprising gentleness, kissing your knee after, before tossing the rag aside and tugging you into his lap. You get water pressed to your lips while his calloused hand steadies the glass, and when you’re too tired to swallow, he smirks and coos, “C’mon, baby. Couple more sips f’me”. He’ll even grumble his way into the kitchen if he thinks you’re hungry, returning with something small just to make you eat while he pets your hair. After that, you’re tucked under his chin, his heartbeat steady against your ear, while his big palm strokes your hip fondly. He kisses your forehead, scratches lightly at your scalp, and murmurs in that low, rough voice, “My good girl. Im proud of you… you did so fucking well”. Even when he finally drifts off, his arm stays locked around you like he’s never letting go.