hi! welcome to the mind of a socially anxious, woc trying to survive on this floating rock we call earth. when I am not writing, i am either nerding out to marvel, doctor who, readingâmore like filling up my overflowing TBRâor working. on the off chance i have extra time, ill take nap with my two furry children Phoebe and Oliver. Itâs not very often youâll see me without one or both of my airpods in since I like blast my music (typically paramore or any 2000s pop-punk or rock song but donât get it twisted, i love kpop, musicals and my fair share of any other music genre other than country.) and give myself hearing loss. Iâve always been one of those kids that grew up with her head in the clouds bc I love daydreaming and creating fake scenarios as I love orange fanta and chinese foodâwhich i hope you get the same feeling reading my fanfics! Grab some towels, a gatorade and maybe some chips and stay a whileâŚit tends to get a little wet over here.
Why is it soo hard sometimes trying to put words down on paperrrr like o can think of concepts easily but actually writing them sometimes makes my mind go blankđŤŠđŤŠđŤŠđŤŠđŤŠ genuinely abt to crash out.
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art by: @ einrvji on insta. You leave a surprise on Co-worker!Chosoâs phone to dis(en)courage him from leaving it at work ;)) (MDNI)
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Itâs no secret that you have a crush on your co-worker, Choso. Well, everyone else knows but you donât know that they know. You think all the doe-eyed stares you given him like heâs hung the moon, giggles when he says somethingâs that not even remotely funny or the way your body heats up with he comes in for his shift and you fix the collar of your shirt to just slightlyy reveal the swell of your breasts, give it away. And every once in a while youâll catch his dark eyes peeking at your chest.
Every evening shift starts the same and ends the same, âHi, Cho!â or a âBye, Cho! Iâll miss you.â
And heâll respond with slightly blushing cheeks. Somehow every one person's job turns into a person's job, sometimes itâs more like heâs working and youâre just staring at how his various lip, eyebrow and ear piercings glitter under the static fluorescent lights or the way his arm tattoos curve with the built muscles of his arms.
Ringing out a customer? Choso is hovering right next to you under the premise of âmaking sure you process it correctlyâ even though you started the job not too long after he did.
Putting away products on shelves? Choso is helping with the ones on the top shelf, just to prevent any accidents, of course!
Youâre two peas in a pod. When Cho first started his job, he was very stoic. Didnât interact much with his coworkers, just got his tasks done and went home. It was almost like he was a ghost. Very in and out. Never hung around.
But then you joined the team and it was like pigs were flying. All it took was one innocent giggle and a soft touch of the hand on his arm and Cho heard angels singing. It was like Choso was a new person! Because now he was smiling and laughing, ending his shifts late so that he could spend more time with youâjust always seemed to look forward to coming to work.
There were a couple times when pure conversation and looks werenât sooooâŚinnocent. Like when you were passing by him while he was checking inventory and the space between two rows of boxes was just a little tighter than you expected and you needed to take something to a customer and your plump ass made contact with his crotch. âI hope that was something else and not what I thought it was! Because that was huge!â Your stomach gave a dark flutter at the act.
As you went by him and felt his thing, you also heard his breath hitch, his chest expanding with a sharp breath. When youâre finally in the clear you turn back to the flustered boy to give a feigned apology, your eyes drift down to his now very vaulted crotch. âSorry Cho! That was a tight squeeze!â
âThatâs not the only thing that will be a tight squeeze, according to his pants.â You think.
And youâre gone, only the remnants of your sweet perfume lingered in the air.
Or the one time a customer wasnât looking where they were going and bumped into you, getting their cup of soda all over your uniform top. Choso quickly elects himself to get you a new one, ushering you to go wait for him in the family bathroom. You had taken the shirt off because you needed to wash the sticky liquid out of your shirt and wipe off what you could on your chest and stomach.
Choso wasnât expecting that and swung the door open to see you wringing out your top clad in just your bottoms and lacy pink bra. The motion of the door swinging open abruptly, had you turning towards it and Chosoâs eyes zeroed in on your bustâhis ears turning pink when he noticed that you could see your nipples through the cups. And all he could think about was sucking on your pert nipples or dragging his heavy cock through your soft swellsâor how pretty they were look with his cum all over them.
With a quick, âS-sorry!â Choso stuffed the shirt in your hands and left, missing the rising smirk titling the corners of your mouth. The rest of the shift was very uncomfortable for poor Cho :((
And this next occurrence was recent.
It had been a long shift, a major holiday was coming up and everyone was stocking up on food and decorations. The phones were ringing off the hooks! It was one of the first times where you and Choso were too busy to linger around each other. By the end of the shift, everyone was visibly exhausted. You and Choso decided to skip your after work meet-up.
Choso left before you and you had gotten to your car when you realized you forgot to grab your purse in the break room. So you begrudgingly dragged yourself back inside and went to the back. And there it is still sitting on the table! And next to it is a phone.
âHmmâŚitâs not yours.â you think, confused inspecting the device. You pick it up, tapping the screen. It lights up and on the lock screen is a picture of you and Choso that you took while goofing off one day!
âHe mustâve been really tired. Itâs not like I can call him or anything. I donât even know where he livesâŚâ
You almost consider leaving it at work but then he wouldnât have a fully charged phone or what if someone steals it?! You donât want it to fall into the wrong hands. So you take it home with you and plan to give it to him the next day when youâre scheduled for your next shift!
You stare at it while it sits on your counterâyour mind racing with a million different thoughts. And somehow you end up thinking about his well endowed crotch. And a dark thought crossed your mind.
âI shouldnâtâŚâ But the more the idea swirls around in your head, the more your fingers twitch.
âA good friend would make sure itâs well taken care of and looked after. No harm in leaving a little present to show I really care about him!â
And how you yourself stripped down and changed into the same pink lacy set, posing in front of your mirror with Chosoâs phone. Youâre sitting on the floor with your back against the foot of the bed, legs spread, one hand holding the phone and the other is hanging loosely between your legsâresting on your mound. Click!
Turning over onto your knees you rest the first half of your body on your bed, your butt angled toward the mirror and archâsticking out your ass. You twist your free hand back to place it right under your right butt cheekâŚyou just slightly pull the skinâmore of your pantie showing. Click!
Next one youâve foregone the bra. And flipping the camera to the front facing one and direct it down just so you can see only your boobs and mouth. You loop your arm under your tits to press them together and push them out moreâyour nipples peaked in arousal, letâs not even talk about the waterfall between your legs!! Small tension tightens in your chest. This is one of the more risky ones.
âI hope I donât screw up our friendship because of thisâŚor what if he doesnât like what he sees?!â Insecurity infects the space in your brain, almost making you want to stop. But then you think back to the soda spill incident and how his eyes dilated at the sight of your topless body and how hard he was clutching the doorknob to the point where it almost looked painful. How hard he got when he saw you. (Girl please, he wants you.)
And you go back to what you were doing. Your clit throbs as your thumb hovers over the camera button thinking about Choâs reaction to these photos, imagining all the ways heâll jerk off to them. Maybe heâll come on his phone, instead picturing itâs your tits. Or bending you over the foot of your bed and pounding in your slick centerâmind just full of cumming inside you. Click!
You take a few more for good measure before plugging in his phone and getting ready for bed. Of course you rub one out before you drift off to sleep.
You canât wait to see his reaction tomorrow ;))
a/n: new character unlocked!! lemme know if u want a part 2 ;))
Š taelepathii all rights reserved. Please do not copy, repost or translate my works without my permission!
art by: @ einrvji on insta. You leave a surprise on Co-worker!Chosoâs phone to dis(en)courage him from leaving it at work ;)) (MDNI)
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Itâs no secret that you have a crush on your co-worker, Choso. Well, everyone else knows but you donât know that they know. You think all the doe-eyed stares you given him like heâs hung the moon, giggles when he says somethingâs that not even remotely funny or the way your body heats up with he comes in for his shift and you fix the collar of your shirt to just slightlyy reveal the swell of your breasts, give it away. And every once in a while youâll catch his dark eyes peeking at your chest.
Every evening shift starts the same and ends the same, âHi, Cho!â or a âBye, Cho! Iâll miss you.â
And heâll respond with slightly blushing cheeks. Somehow every one person's job turns into a person's job, sometimes itâs more like heâs working and youâre just staring at how his various lip, eyebrow and ear piercings glitter under the static fluorescent lights or the way his arm tattoos curve with the built muscles of his arms.
Ringing out a customer? Choso is hovering right next to you under the premise of âmaking sure you process it correctlyâ even though you started the job not too long after he did.
Putting away products on shelves? Choso is helping with the ones on the top shelf, just to prevent any accidents, of course!
Youâre two peas in a pod. When Cho first started his job, he was very stoic. Didnât interact much with his coworkers, just got his tasks done and went home. It was almost like he was a ghost. Very in and out. Never hung around.
But then you joined the team and it was like pigs were flying. All it took was one innocent giggle and a soft touch of the hand on his arm and Cho heard angels singing. It was like Choso was a new person! Because now he was smiling and laughing, ending his shifts late so that he could spend more time with youâjust always seemed to look forward to coming to work.
There were a couple times when pure conversation and looks werenât sooooâŚinnocent. Like when you were passing by him while he was checking inventory and the space between two rows of boxes was just a little tighter than you expected and you needed to take something to a customer and your plump ass made contact with his crotch. âI hope that was something else and not what I thought it was! Because that was huge!â Your stomach gave a dark flutter at the act.
As you went by him and felt his thing, you also heard his breath hitch, his chest expanding with a sharp breath. When youâre finally in the clear you turn back to the flustered boy to give a feigned apology, your eyes drift down to his now very vaulted crotch. âSorry Cho! That was a tight squeeze!â
âThatâs not the only thing that will be a tight squeeze, according to his pants.â You think.
And youâre gone, only the remnants of your sweet perfume lingered in the air.
Or the one time a customer wasnât looking where they were going and bumped into you, getting their cup of soda all over your uniform top. Choso quickly elects himself to get you a new one, ushering you to go wait for him in the family bathroom. You had taken the shirt off because you needed to wash the sticky liquid out of your shirt and wipe off what you could on your chest and stomach.
Choso wasnât expecting that and swung the door open to see you wringing out your top clad in just your bottoms and lacy pink bra. The motion of the door swinging open abruptly, had you turning towards it and Chosoâs eyes zeroed in on your bustâhis ears turning pink when he noticed that you could see your nipples through the cups. And all he could think about was sucking on your pert nipples or dragging his heavy cock through your soft swellsâor how pretty they were look with his cum all over them.
With a quick, âS-sorry!â Choso stuffed the shirt in your hands and left, missing the rising smirk titling the corners of your mouth. The rest of the shift was very uncomfortable for poor Cho :((
And this next occurrence was recent.
It had been a long shift, a major holiday was coming up and everyone was stocking up on food and decorations. The phones were ringing off the hooks! It was one of the first times where you and Choso were too busy to linger around each other. By the end of the shift, everyone was visibly exhausted. You and Choso decided to skip your after work meet-up.
Choso left before you and you had gotten to your car when you realized you forgot to grab your purse in the break room. So you begrudgingly dragged yourself back inside and went to the back. And there it is still sitting on the table! And next to it is a phone.
âHmmâŚitâs not yours.â you think, confused inspecting the device. You pick it up, tapping the screen. It lights up and on the lock screen is a picture of you and Choso that you took while goofing off one day!
âHe mustâve been really tired. Itâs not like I can call him or anything. I donât even know where he livesâŚâ
You almost consider leaving it at work but then he wouldnât have a fully charged phone or what if someone steals it?! You donât want it to fall into the wrong hands. So you take it home with you and plan to give it to him the next day when youâre scheduled for your next shift!
You stare at it while it sits on your counterâyour mind racing with a million different thoughts. And somehow you end up thinking about his well endowed crotch. And a dark thought crossed your mind.
âI shouldnâtâŚâ But the more the idea swirls around in your head, the more your fingers twitch.
âA good friend would make sure itâs well taken care of and looked after. No harm in leaving a little present to show I really care about him!â
And how you yourself stripped down and changed into the same pink lacy set, posing in front of your mirror with Chosoâs phone. Youâre sitting on the floor with your back against the foot of the bed, legs spread, one hand holding the phone and the other is hanging loosely between your legsâresting on your mound. Click!
Turning over onto your knees you rest the first half of your body on your bed, your butt angled toward the mirror and archâsticking out your ass. You twist your free hand back to place it right under your right butt cheekâŚyou just slightly pull the skinâmore of your pantie showing. Click!
Next one youâve foregone the bra. And flipping the camera to the front facing one and direct it down just so you can see only your boobs and mouth. You loop your arm under your tits to press them together and push them out moreâyour nipples peaked in arousal, letâs not even talk about the waterfall between your legs!! Small tension tightens in your chest. This is one of the more risky ones.
âI hope I donât screw up our friendship because of thisâŚor what if he doesnât like what he sees?!â Insecurity infects the space in your brain, almost making you want to stop. But then you think back to the soda spill incident and how his eyes dilated at the sight of your topless body and how hard he was clutching the doorknob to the point where it almost looked painful. How hard he got when he saw you. (Girl please, he wants you.)
And you go back to what you were doing. Your clit throbs as your thumb hovers over the camera button thinking about Choâs reaction to these photos, imagining all the ways heâll jerk off to them. Maybe heâll come on his phone, instead picturing itâs your tits. Or bending you over the foot of your bed and pounding in your slick centerâmind just full of cumming inside you. Click!
You take a few more for good measure before plugging in his phone and getting ready for bed. Of course you rub one out before you drift off to sleep.
You canât wait to see his reaction tomorrow ;))
a/n: new character unlocked!! lemme know if u want a part 2 ;))
Š taelepathii all rights reserved. Please do not copy, repost or translate my works without my permission!
DEEP, ROSY AND PINK. That was the only way to describe the intense flush of your freckled cheeks, startled by the tan of your skin that went from caramel to earthy brown in days of soaking love from the sun. Being here was a dreamâone that you couldnât bring yourself to wake up from. Not yet.
A vintage filter flickers to life, bathing the screen in golden St. Lucian sunlight that spills through the open balcony of your Mediterranean oasis. The space feels like a dreamâterra-cotta tiles underfoot, cream-colored brick walls draped in ivy and trailing flowers, an indoor waterfall trickling softly in the background. The bedroom is an open sanctuary, sheer white curtains billowing around a wooden four-poster bed, its canopy draped lazily over rumpled white sheets. Â
And there, in the center of it allâhim.Â
Lying sprawled on his back, deep in sleep, his massive frame takes up nearly the entire bed. Dark brown hairâalmost black in the shadows, but warm bronze where the sun catches itâfans out across the pillow like spilled ink. The tattoos covering his arm and creeping up his neck stand out starkly against sun-kissed skin, muscular chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. Even in rest, thereâs something commanding about himâthe natural scowl of his brows, the sharp cut of his jawline, to his full lips slightly parted. Â
You zoom in slowly, your voice a hushed, adoring whisperâ Â
âLook at you⌠âSo handsome.â Â
The camera lingers on his faceâthe faint freckles dusting his nose, his lashes brushing his cheeks, down to the stubborn set of his expression even in sleep. You bite back a giggle, leaning closer. Â
âBabyâŚ?âÂ
No response. Not even a twitch. Â
Another soft laugh escapes you as you adjust the frame, capturing the way morning light paints him in gold. Â
âOut cold,â you murmur, fondness dripping from every syllable. Â
The scene holdsâjust for a momentâbefore the camera shifts, panning over the tropical paradise outside, the sound of waves crashing in the distance.Â
A burgues script title card flashes:Â Â
My love letter to you.Â
The camera catches the delicate flicker of your French-tipped toes as you peel yourself from the bedâmoving like a ghost to not disturb him. The lens follows your path through the sprawling villa, gliding over terracotta floors kissed by sunlight, past open-air archways draped in bougainvillea, until you find the perfect spotâa plush, low-slung sofa nestled between an indoor garden and the infinity poolâs edge. Â
You angle the camera carefully across from you, and there you are.Â
The sun has painted your skin richerâyour freckles somehow more pronounced, scattered like constellations across your cheeks and nose. A faint pink tinge dusts the high points of your faceâpart sunburn, part blush from pure contentment. Your hair is a masterpieceâlong, full French curl braids cascading over shoulders, blending seamlessly with loose ringlets that catch the light like spun gold. They frame your round face perfectlyâaccentuating full, arched brows, dark cat-like lashes, and lips so plush and pink they look perpetually bitten. Â
Your neon orange bikini topâstreaked with deep pink swirlsâclings to your heavy, voluptuous curves, the ruching at the sides straining just slightly from the weight of your breasts. An anklet and sandals in matching pink rest nearby, abandoned for comfort. Your wrists jingle with charm bracelets as you fold yourself onto the sofa, knees tucked under you like a daydream given human form. Â
You are sinful innocence incarnateâa doll with a devilâs smirk and an angelâs glow. Â
A delicate hand lifts, waving at the camera as your voice comes out smooth, sweetâyet laced with something deeper. Â
âHi, babies. ItâsâŚbeen a while.âÂ
The camera drinks you inâthis vision of sun-soaked serenityâbefore you finally take a breath and lean forward, ready to tell your story. Â
But firstâa wicked little grin curls at the corner of your mouth.
âLetâs catch up.âÂ
The vintage filter softens your features like a sun faded Polaroid as you tuck a loose curl behind your ear, exhaling with a wistful smile. Â
âSoâYou're probably wondering where we've been."Â
The lens lingers on your faceânostalgia flickering in your dark eyes as you glance past the camera, like you can still see the walls of your old New Orleans shotgun house behind it. That cozy, creole haven with its peeling paint and humming ceiling fans, where the scent of jasmine and Erenâs cooking curled through every room. Home.Â
âSix months changes things," you murmur, âAnd, well...life happened."Â
A breath.  Â
ââRenâs meal prep business blew up."Â
The confession comes with a giggle, like even now it still feels surreal. The Seoul deal had landed like a lightning strikeâsome high-end Korean health conglomerate offering stupid money for exclusive rights to his keto chicken bowls and Creole-spiced shrimp packs. Â
âYou saw the anniversary live, right? The one whereâ" You bite your lip,ââYeah. Anyway. Two days later, they slid into his email with a contract thicker than his arm.âÂ
But? The logistics were brutal. Endless flights between NOLA and Incheon, you both exhausted, missing each other achingly in the stretches between. You mimic Erenâs signature scowl, deepening your voiceâ
â'Either come with me or Iâm burninâ the passport, Bunny.'"Â
The move to Korea had been a whirlwindâthrilling at first. Neon-lit streets, steaming bowls of tteokbokki at 3AM, Erenâs hands possessive on your waist as he showed you his Seoul between meetings. But then... Â
Your smile falters. Â
âIt got lonely."Â
No Sunday gumbo with your momma. No impromptu BBQs with your cousins spilling onto the porch. Just the two of you in a sleek high-rise, struggling with subway maps and missing the warmth of your people. Â
âWe were happy, butâhollow?"Â
You press a hand to your sternum, like you can still feel the echo of it.Â
You then exhale softly, curling your fingers around the edge of the sofa as you confess, âWe needed a breakâAnd âRenâs birthday was the perfect excuse to escape."
The waves crash lazily in the background as you tilt your head, sunlight catching the gold hoops in your ears.Â
âSt. Lucia was his dream. Warm water, no schedules, no âcorporate meetingsââ" You roll your eyes playfully, but the lightness doesnât quite reach the tension in your shoulders. Â
Then, quieterâ Â
âBut...he hasnât been handling twenty-nine the way I thought he would?âÂ
You bite your lip, eyes flickering toward the bedroom where he still sleeps.Â
âHe keeps saying shit likeâ" You deepen your voice into another gruff imitation of him, â'Damn, Bunny. Iâm gettinâ old. Need to settle down before my knees give out.'"Â
You shake your head, âItâs not just jokes, though. Heâs been different. Obsessing over timelines, talking about legacy.âÂ
Your fingers trace idle patterns on your thigh, avoiding the cameraâs gaze for a second. Â
âAnd then one night, he justâ" You swallow hard, ââŚHe said he wanted a baby.âÂ
You curl into yourself slightly, arms wrapping around your middle as if bracing for impact. Â
âI mean...we always talked about it. But..." you shrug helplessly, "You guys know I donât plan on doing thisâ" You gesture vaguely at the camera, âOnce weâre married with kids. And I love that you guys have been with us through everything. But..."
A shaky breath. Â
âI never expected it to be now, you know?âÂ
The air between you and the lens feels thickâcharged with something unspoken. Then, abruptly, you straighten, blinking away the wetness in your eyes as a slow, secretive smile tugs at your lips.
âBefore I bring myself to tearsâwell, just watch."
The burgues script appears again.Â
ST. LUCIA THROUGH YOUR EYES.Â
A montage flickers to lifeâeach frame saturated with golden sunlight and laughter, the ocean breeze tangling in your hair as St. Lucia unfolds around you both like a dream. Â
The first day. âYou in a sheer, plum wrap dress that clings to every curve, standing barefoot on the villaâs terrace as Erenâs hands slide around your waist from behind. His lips brush your shoulderââMy pretty fuckinâ Bunny,â before he nips at your earlobe, making you giggle and swat at him. Â
That night. A low-lit restaurant nestled right on the beach, lanterns casting a honeyed glow over your faces. Youâre seated at a candlelit table, the ocean breeze tousling the loose waves of your dark hair. The camera catches you mid-laughâa plunging white dress clinging to every dangerous curve of your body, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease the swell of your heavy tits. Â
You flash a mischievous grin at the lens, dragging your fingertip through the frosting of the miniature birthday cake the staff brought outââFor my birthday boy,â before sucking the sweetness off your finger with an exaggerated pop.Â
The camera pans to Eren.Â
Oh, God.Â
A crisp white button-up clings to his muscular frame like a second skin, his sleeves rolled up to expose those tattooed forearms. His dark hair is slicked back in a low bunâjawline sharp enough to cut glassâgreen eyes glinting with something between hunger and amusement as he watches you. Â
Without breaking eye contact with the camera, he leans inâdragging his tongue between your lips, stealing the last traces of frosting straight from your mouth. Â
You let out a breathy giggle, cheeks flushing as he pulls back with a smirkâââShit tastes better on you."Â
 The second week. A bustling street market. You wear a sage green crochet bikini top and high-waisted denim shorts, sandals dangling from one hand as Eren feeds you bites of spiced plantains off his fork. His thumb swipes sauce from your bottom lip, then slowly licks it off, eyes locked on yours while vendors wolf whistle in the background under your flushed squeaking for him to stop.Â
That afternoon? A lively, sun-drenched outdoor hair salon tucked under a canopy of palm leaves and strung with colorful beads that clink softly in the breeze. Youâre perched on a low wooden stool, surrounded by four St. Lucian auntiesâtheir hands moving in a hypnotic blur as they section, twist, and fold your thick, dark curls into an intricate masterpiece. Â
Erenâs deep chuckle rumbles behind the cameraââLook at my baby, lookinâ like prettier than the ocean.âÂ
You go to stick your tongue out at him, but thatâs when one of the women chides you gently in KwĂŠyòlââHold still, darling!ââbefore dissolving into warm laughter with the others. The rhythmic swish-swish of hair being braided fills the air, fingers tugging just enough to make you pout. Â
Another day. The rainforest. âYou in a khaki mini-skirt and a tied-up tank, shrieking as your sandal slips on a mossy rockâonly for Eren to catch you mid-fall, his biceps flexing as he hauls you upright with a growl.Â
âWatch âyour feet, woman. You break an ankle, Iâm carryinâ you everywhere from now on.âÂ
That evening. A local elderâ"Banana Man," as you dubbed himâgrinned toothlessly as he guided Erenâs hands around a machete, teaching him to split a ripe banana stalk. Eren listens intently, nodding, repeating phrases in rough-but-earnest Creole while you beam beside him, fingers laced through his free hand in support. Â
And finally? Sunset. The beach. You in a flowy, butter-yellow sundress, bare feet sinking into warm sand as the Banana Man and another woman chuckles, handing you both each a piece of freshly-cut fruit.Â
Behind you, you hear the woman fussing at Eren in the same melodic dialect, âOu pral koupe dwèt ou yo!,â Youâll chop your fingers off!âher tone exasperated but fond.Â
You bite back a giggle, still focused on your own fruit, not daring to glance over. Â
"Are you givin' her a hard time?" you call out, voice lilting with amusement. Â
Erenâs response is soft, almost too casualâ Â
âNot at all, baby."Â
A pause. Thenâ Â
ââŚMight need some help from you, though."Â
You roll your eyes playfully, turning with a grinâ Â
And the world stops. Â
Because there he is. Â
On one knee.Â
The machete abandoned beside him, replaced by a velvet box cradled in his trembling hands. His faceâusually so composed, so controlledâis raw with emotion, eyes glistening under the sunset. Â
"Mwen vle ou pou tout rès vi mwen," he raspsâI want you for the rest of my life.Â
A sob tears from your throat before you can stop it. Your hands fly to your mouth, the piece of fruit tumbling forgotten into the sand as your knees nearly give out. Â
âWiâYESâoh my GOD!"Â
You're in his arms before he can even finish, nearly knocking him over as you collapse against his chest, babbling yes in every language you knowâCreole, English, everythingâbetween desperate kisses and tearful laughter. Â
The camera cuts back to you nowâsunlight catching the glint of tears still clinging to your lashes as you hold up your left hand, the diamond glinting like captured starlight. Heavy. Perfect. His.Â
âWe're getting married!â you whisper yell, voice trembling with a giddy, breathless laughâbut it fades too fast. Â
"...Havenât been able to get pregnant, though."Â
A shaky breath. The words taste like salt and something sharper. Â
âWe tried. A couple times. And then...weknew."Â
Your throat works around the weight of it. Â
ââDoctor ran tests. There'sâ" A tiny, broken noise, âA lot."Â
Your gaze drops to your lap, where your other hand fists in the fabric of your slip. Â
âErenâŚhas given up so much for our content. Let the world into us. Butâ"Â
A tear splashes onto your knee. Then another. You don't even notice until your voice cracks. Â
âAll he wants now is privacy. His wife. A baby.âÂ
You swipe at your cheeks with the back of your hand, laughing wetlyââAnd I couldnât evenâ"Â
The sentence dies. Â
For a long moment, there's just the sound of the ocean and your unsteady breathing. Then, so quiet the mic barely catches itâ Â
"It felt like I failed him."Â
Your laughter waversâthin and wateryâas tears streak hot down your cheeks. You swipe at them with trembling fingertips, shaking your head as you murmur, âSorry, sorry,â to the empty air. Â
Your voice steadies, even as the tears keep falling. Â
âBut weâre here, in St.Lucia. And I get to spend the rest of my life with the man I love.âÂ
You tilt your face up toward the sunlight, closing your eyes for just a secondâ Â
But thatâs when the sound of heavy footsteps on tile makes your breath catch.Â
And there he is.
The camera doesnât catch his faceâjust the sheer mass of him, silhouetted against the morning light. Long dark hair, streaked with gold where the sun touches it. Broad shoulders, tattoos creeping up the side of his neck. His bare chest is a canvas of sun-kissed skin, scattered with moles and faint freckles. Â
But you see all of himâthe deep green of his eyes, hazel flecks burning under heavy brows. The natural frown etched into his features, lips full and pink, parted as he raspsâ Â
âWhy the hell ainât you in bed?âÂ
His voice is sleep-rough, edged with concern. Â
ââŚâCouldnât sleep,â you murmur, âGot dressed.â
Silence.Â
His thumb suddenly grazes your cheek, catching a stray tear. His touch is rough but tender, tilting your face up toward him as he gruntsâ Â
ââYou good?âÂ
His hand dwarfs your face, fingers tipping your chin up further. You blink up at him through damp lashes, lips curling into a soft smile despite the lingering tears.Â
ââWas just talkin' to our little family," you say, thumb brushing the camera lens gentlyââThey miss you."Â
âI miss you in bed," he counters, voice a low, sleep-rough rumble that sends heat prickling up your neck. Â
A breathless giggle escapes you as you glance at the time.
âBaby, itâs barely noon.âÂ
Your fingers catch his wrist, tugging lightlyââCome sit with me?"Â
He hesitatesâthen shakes his head, jaw tightening slightly.
âIâll âshow face in a bit," he grunts, ââGotta shower first."Â
âAnd then youâll come?"Â
"Mhm."Â
The affirmation is gruff, but his grip on your chin tightens as he suddenly leans down, claiming your mouth in a deep, possessive kissâtongue dragging slow over your bottom lip before pulling away with a wet pop.Â
And then, heâs gone.
You sigh playfully, shaking your head with a knowing smile as you watch him stalk offâ"That's him in a good mood," you murmur, rolling your eyes affectionately before your expression shiftsâmischief sparking in your gaze. Â
âWell, what he doesn't know is I've got a little surprise.âÂ
You bite your bottom lip, fingers tapping against your thigh.
"For him... and you guys."
 A sly wink, âYou know I can't come on here without giving y'all the other part of our channel."Â
With that, you hop up from the sofaâbare feet padding silently across the sun-warmed terracotta floors as you tiptoe through the sprawling Mediterranean villa. Â
The outdoor shower comes into viewâa stunning mosaic of turquoise and deep cobalt tiles, sunlight dappling through the latticework. The sound of rushing water meets your ears first, thenâ Â
Him.Â
Eren stands fully nude beneath the sprayâa masterpiece of masculine power carved in ink and muscle. Water sluices down the hard planes of his tattooed chest, his biceps flexing as he runs a hand through his dark, wet hairâpushing it back just enough to reveal the sharp cut of his jaw, the sinful curve of his mouth. Droplets cling to his long lashes, framing those deep green eyes as he tips his head back, throat working as the water cascades over him. Â
His body is ridiculousâabs like forged steel, thick thighs taut with restrained strength. And thenâthere. Between his legs, heavy and full even at rest, his cock hangs thick against his thigh, the flushed tip glistening under the water.Â
You carefully prop the camera up, angling it perfectly to capture the outdoor shower's decadent scene before slipping the sheer coverup from your shouldersâletting it pool at your feet in a whisper of fabric. Your neon orange bikini clings to every curve as you step under the arched entrance, hips swaying with playful purpose as you approach his towering frame.
The moment your arms slide around his waistâlips pressing a teasing kiss to the small of his water-slick backâhis entire body tenses. Then, slowly, he turns.Â
One large hand cups your chin, tilting your face up as he looms over youâthose hunter-green eyes dark with warning.Â
âDu kleine Unruhestifterin," he murmurs, voice rough.Â
You little troublemaker.
His tongue lolls out lazilyâa silent command. You obey instantly, your own tongue slipping past your lips to meet his. The slide of them together pulls a shudder from you, your eyes rolling back as he deepens the kiss with a growlâclaiming your mouth like he owns it. Because he does.
When you finally pull awayâgiving his bottom lip one last tug between your teethâthe noise he makes is pure animal. A deep, possessive grunt that sends heat spiraling through your core. You giggle, high and breathless, licking the taste of him from your lips.
âBe nice," you whisper, fluttering your lashes up at himâequal parts angel and devil.Â
His fingers thread through your French curls, gently cradling your head as he tucks your giggles against his chestâthe steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your ear. Then, finally, he turns his gaze toward the cameraâvoice a low, affectionate rumble.Â
âSheâs always been good at persuadinâ me.âÂ
You drape your arms around his neck, pressing your body flush against his as your giggles bubble upâtits bouncing against him playfully.Â
ââYou happy now? You love all our babies?" you chirp.Â
His response is a deep, vibrating âMhm," as his hands slide down to grip your hips possessively. You snuggle closer, tucking your face into the crook of his shoulder with a satisfied hum, breathing in his scentâsandalwood, something distinctly him.Â
But while you're nestled against him like a content kitten, Eren has other plans. His lips quirk in that cocky half-smile as he mouths âI lied," directly at the cameraâhis wink full of mischief before he nuzzles back into you, knowing damn well what he just did. Â
The camera now cuts to a sprawling deep green sofa bed in a sun drenched corner of the villa, where you're sprawled out in nothing but a skimpy gold bikiniâback arched, hips tilted, ass upâyour skin glistening under the Caribbean light. Â
You pout dramatically at the lens, running your hands over your thighs.Â
âUgh, I swear I wonât get a full tan here!â you whine, twisting to show the untouched skin of your inner thighsâyour fingers tracing the faint tan lines with exaggerated frustration. Â
Before you can continue your lament, a sharp smack! echoes through the roomâErenâs palm landing firmly on your ass, making the flesh jiggle.Â
âMove," he rumbles, already nudging you asideâhis natural dominance taking over as he manspreads onto the sofa bed like he owns it. His tattoos flex under the golden light, one thick thigh nudging yours apart as he settles in.Â
Your lips purse into an exaggerated pout, eyes fluttering up at him with faux hurt.
âYou're being mean.â
Eren's stares. His index finger then crooks, wagging you closer with that effortless, commanding ease that always makes your stomach flip. You slide toward him, hips swaying playfully, until his hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you into a searing kissâquick but deep, his tongue swiping possessively over yours before pulling away with a wet smack.
âTut mir leid, Schatz," he rumblesâI'm sorry, babyâhis rough German apology curling around your ears like smoke. Â
You grin at the camera, freckles standing out against your brown skin as you rub your hands up and down Erenâs tattooed forearms.Â
âGuess what we have?" you chirp, excitement bubbling in your tone. Â
Eren arches a brow, his deep voice dry.Â
âFan mail?"Â
"Fan mail!" you squeak, immediately digging into the pretty stack of envelopes beside youâtied together with a silk ribbon. You pluck one out, scanning it before correcting, âFan question, actually."Â
Clearing your throat, you read aloudâ
â'I love you both so muchâyour dynamic, the way you tease each other, how passionate you are...Awe!â You pause, pressing a hand to your chest, touched.Â
â'Okay, okayâso, I'm kind of shy asking this, but I'm in a relationship, and my boyfriend loves when I ride him, but I...don't really know what to do? Any tips?'"
Your lips curl into a sly grin as you shift your hips against Erenâs thigh, fingers drumming playfully on his chest.
âSo, letâs talk about cowgirlâfun fact, it actually dates waaaay back," you purr, eyes sparkling with mischief. Â
ââŚSome historians trace it to ancient tantric texts, others say it was practically sacred in certain culturesâbut letâs be real," your curls sway as you tilt your head, âThe real magic? âHow many ways you can make this classic feel brand new."Â
Erenâs palm thwaps your ass lightlyâa silent get on with it.Â
âThere are severalâyes, severalâways to ride," you announce, holding up the corresponding number of fingers, âAnd lucky for you..." You pat Erenâs thigh like heâs your favorite piece of gym equipmentââ..Iâve got the perfect demonstrator right here."
His grunt is half-amused, half-exasperated as you swing a leg over him, straddling his lap playfully.Â
âConsider this your full tutorial.â
Your posture shifts instantlyâshoulders rolling back, lips parting with slow intention as your gaze locks onto Erenâs. The camera catches the way his pupils dilate just slightly when you run your tongue along your mouth, your voice dropping into that toneâthe one thatâs equal parts instructor and temptress. Â
âLesson one," you purr, fingertips skating up his chest, âStart with him comfortable. Relaxed."Â
Your hips roll in a lazy circle against his lap, the heat between your thighs already unmistakable.Â
âAnd obviously...hard. Thatâs the goal."Â
You nip at his earlobe, breathing a giggle against his skin when his grip tightens on your waist.
âBaby," you murmur, dragging your tongue along the shell of his ear, âHowâre you enjoying St. Lucia?â Â
Erenâs jaw flexesâthe only tell heâll give youâbut you feel him hardening beneath you, the thick ridge of him pressing insistently against your core. Your laugh is velvet-wrapped mischief as you grind down harder, relishing the way his breath hitches.Â
âMmm, thatâs the reaction we want."
Your fingers glide over the bulging curves of his biceps, kneading the taut muscle with deliberate appreciation.Â
âArenât you having fun with me?" you coo, batting your lashes up at him through the dark fringe of them. Â
Erenâs eyesâalways tracking youâdarken further, his voice scraping low from his chest.
âYou know how I feel beinâ here.â
âGood boy,â you softly praise, lips curling into that wicked little smileâthe one that makes his jaw twitch. Your hands slide down to rub slow, teasing circles over his thick thighs, fingertips ghosting dangerously close to where he really wants them.Â
âThank you for being so...communicative.âÂ
Then, with a sinuous shift of your hips, you arch deeper into his lapâyour gaze flicking back to the camera.Â
âNow, tell meâdoes our birthday boy deserve somethingâŚspecial today?"Â
The camera catches Eren perfectlyâhis dark hair pulled into a loose bun, those few stubborn tendrils escaping to frame his glaring, predatory expression. Heâs pure power sprawled beneath youâlegs spread wide, chest rising with each controlled breathâwatching, waiting, like heâs deciding whether to make a move or let you play longer. Â
Thenâyour hands hook into the waistband of his sweatpants.Â
A sharp inhale. A quick tug. Â
âOh.âÂ
Your gasp is high, breathy, practically whiny as your big, round eyes drink him inâhis cock springing free, thick, flushed and already leaking just from your teasing.
âLook at you," you mewl, voice dripping with honeyed reverenceâlike heâs something sacred, "âAll for me?"Â
Erenâs smirk is barely thereâjust a twitch of those sinful lipsâbefore his hand fists in your hair, tilting your face up to his. Â
âAlways."
Your gaze flicks back to the camera with that signature mix of sweet and sinfulâletting them in on the moment before your attention returns to him.Â
âMake him ready for you first," you instructâyour lips parting slightly, tongue swiping along your bottom lip as if already tasting him. Â
Eren's eyes darken, his grip tightening on your thigh. Â
ââYou thirsty?â he rasps.Â
You nod eagerly, biting down on your plush lip with those big, pleading eyes.  Â
He doesn't hesitate. His calloused fingers grip your chin, tilting your face up as he spits directly into your open mouthâa thick, wet string of saliva that lands heavy on your tongue. Â
âMmmâ" You swallow instinctively, eyes fluttering shut as his palm cracks against your cheek.
âZeigâs ihnen," he growlsâShow them.Â
And oh, you do. Â
Your tongue drags slow and filthy from the thick base of him all the way upâa long, indulgent lick that leaves a glistening trail along his length. The taste of himâpure Erenâfloods your senses as you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip, savoring the bead of precum that leaks onto your taste buds. Â
Thenâyour lips part wider, sinking down onto him inch by inch until heâs pressed against the back of your throat. The soundâwet, filthy, obsceneâfills the room as your nose brushes against his pelvis, swallowing around him with deliberate patience. Â
Erenâs groan is low and rough, fingers tightening in your hair as he mutters something in Germanâpraise or a curse, you canât tellâbut the way his hips twitch upward tells you everything you need to know. Â
âGood fuckinâ girl.âÂ
Your movements grow desperate, hungryâswollen lips struggling to stretch around his impossible girth, every inch of him throbbing against your tongue as you hollow your cheeks and force yourself deeper. The sounds you makeâtiny, choked mewls turning into breathless whimpersâonly spur him on. His cock hits the back of your throat, again and again, the slick slap of skin against skin filling the air as you drool around him, spit dripping messily down your chin. Â
When you finally pull awayâgasping, lips shiny and ruinedâyou whine at the loss, your fingers immediately wrapping around what your mouth couldnât take. Both hands jerk him off in tight, twisting strokesâyour tongue darting out to swirl around his leaking tip, collecting the thick beads of precum and licking them up like a starving little thing. Â
Erenâs voice is ragged, his German words rough and gutturalââSo verdammt gierig..."Â
âSo greedy..." you translate breathlessly, giggling around his cock like itâs something adorable, something sweet, despite the filth dripping from your chin. Then? Youâre practically bobbing your palms around his dick, going even lower than before.Â
Erenâs thighs tense, muscles straining beneath ink-stained skin as he curses, fingers tightening in your curls.
âFuckâ" His head tilts back, jaw clenched, as he uses your palmsâhips lifting off the bed to fuck up into your hand with sharp, punishing thrusts. You mewl once more as your mouth follows back onto his tipâsucking, sucking down. The camera catches it allâhis dominance, your submission, the sinful wetness of every thrust as you put your mouth back on himâuntil finally, with a growl that rumbles through your bones, he yanks you off with a filthy pop.Â
âEnough."Â Â
Your lips are parted, panting, still aching for himâbut his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze. Â
âYou want to ride?" He rasps, ââCome fuckinâ ride me.âÂ
âMm, babyââ you mewl, âThis is a tutorial, shouldnât weââ
Erenâs response is interruptingâhis thick fingers hooking into the flimsy fabric of your bikini bottoms, yanking them aside with a roughness that makes your breath hitch. The sudden slap of his palm against your pussyâsharp, meanâhas your hips jerking forward with it. Â
âKeep goinâ then," he growls, fingers beginning to rub rough circles over your swollen clit, his other hand gripping your ass cheek tight enough to bruise.Â
âTalk.âÂ
Your body shudders, thighs trembling as you struggle to stay composedâyour giggles turning into more breathless whimpers, your voice wavering but still playful as you turn back to the camera. Â
âOâOkay, soâonce heâs ready," you stutter, cheeks flushed deep bronze, âYou justâah!âsink down on himâslow, okay?â You bite your lip, "Especially ifâmmf!âif youâve got someone as big as my 'RenââÂ
Eren grunts, dragging the slick, flushed head of his cock through your dripping foldsâletting the camera catch the obscene wetness coating him before he smacks your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. Â
âAinât nobody as big as me," he snarls, voice thick with arroganceâhis grip tightening on your waist as he lines himself up, the heavy tip of him pressing teasingly against your entrance.Â
âBring it to me.âÂ
Your hand reaches back, fingers curling into the flesh of his thigh as you lock eyes with the cameraâyour lips parting around a shaky exhale as you begin to sink down onto him. Â
Erenâs grip shifts suddenlyâhis calloused fingers seizing your jaw, forcing your face to stay angled toward the lens as he tugs you down with relentless pressure. The stretch is unrealâyour walls clenching around his thick cock inch by inch as your breath hitches in your throat. Â
Your eyes roll backâvoice slurring as you try to keep instructing through the haze of pleasure, "YâYou wannaâmmfâtake all of itâ"Â
Erenâs his hips jerk up hard, forcing another inch insideâhis voice thick with arrogance, âYou feelinâ me?âÂ
You whimper, hands gripping his thighs as you force yourself down, your slick walls yielding around him until your ass meets his hipsâfully seated. Your face twistsâlips parted in a silent moan, eyes squeezing shut before fluttering open to find him instead of the camera. Â
And thenâGodâyour folds spurt a fresh rush of cream against him, your body betraying you completely as you lose all semblance of control, trembling in his lap. Â
âLook at you,â he rasps, âActinâ like a big fuckinâ girl, little one.âÂ
Your arms snake around his neck, clinging to him as you press a soft, pleading kiss to his lipsâwhispering against them in Creole, just for himââLèt mwen mennen, chĂŠri..."
Let me lead, babyâŚÂ
Eren hesitatesâhis dark eyes searching yoursâbefore he exhales sharply through his nose. He pulls back just enough to guide your palms onto his chest, lips pressing against your ring, to both of your palms in turnâa silent permissionâbefore his arms drop to his sides, muscles taut with restraint. Â
ââGo âhead.âÂ
Your voice then lilts sweetly, hips rolling in slow, teasing circles against his lap. Â
âOkay, so firstâwarm up," you murmur, fingers threading through the loose tendrils of his dark hair, tugging just enough to make his jaw clench. Â
âYou wanna start slow," you breathe, eyelashes flutteringâthough your breath hitches when he twitches inside you, thick and impatient.Â
âIt's all aboutâmmâconnection..."Â
You whine a littleâhigh-pitched, adorableâyour folds clutching desperately at his cock with every tiny shift. Â
âTâTake your time adjusting," you instruct shakily, though it sounds more like you're reminding yourselfâyour thighs trembling as you rise up until just the tip of him remains, then sink back down with a breathy sigh. Â
Eren's hands flex against the sofaâhis nostrils flaring as he watches you, taunting him with your lazy pace. But he lets you lead, just like you askedâeven if his teeth grind together when your nails scrape against his scalp. Â
ââFeel good, baby?âÂ
Eren just growls, his hips jerking up just enough to make your entire body twitch. Â
âQuit playinâ."
Your lips press a tender kiss to the tip of his noseâsoft, sweetâand he retaliates by bumping his nose against yours in return, making you giggle breathlessly. Â
âOkay,â you whisper, âFirst three positionsâthink of âem like gears,â you explain, hips rolling in slow, indulgent circlesâyour thighs flexing as you shift upward, grinding rather than bouncing. Â
âFirst gearâeasy, sensual, all about the tease.â
You demonstrate, your back arching beautifully as you rock against himâyour gaze locked onto his, heavy-lidded and dripping with intent, âItâs more for your pleasure, butââÂ
One of your hands lifts, twirling a loose curl around your fingerâyour French braids cascading over your shoulders, the scent of vanilla and sunshine clinging to them. Â
âYou keep his attention by making him watch.âÂ
Your other hand slides up your own bodyâfingers trailing over your collarbone before you hook them into the ties of your bikini top. With a flick, the fabric falls awayâyour heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples peaked and begging for touch. Â
Erenâs nostrils flare, but he stays stillâletting you lead, even as his cock twitches deep inside you. Â
âSecond gearââ
 Your breath hitches as you shift again, riding him with more purposeâyour hips undulating in slow, delicious waves. Â
âThird gearââÂ
And then you grind, your clit rubbing firmly against the base of him with every movement. A rush of pleasure floods your sensesâyour walls fluttering around him as you struggle to keep your voice steady. Â
âThâThis oneââ You swallow hard, your words slurring slightly, âMightâmmfâhit your spotsââÂ
âYeah?â
 Eren suddenly raspsâarrogant, smugâhis fingers flexing against your hips but still refusing to help. Â
A desperate little whimper escapes your lipsââYâYeahââas your hips roll faster, grinding against him like a toy wound too tight, chasing that sweet, throbbing pleasure building low in your belly. Â
Eren stays perfectly still beneath youâjust watching with those eyes, his low voice taunting as he growls, Â
âC'mon, baby. Keep goinâ.âÂ
Your breath catchesâa sharp gasp ripping from your throat as your head falls back, braids cascading over your shoulders. But Erenâs fingers snap up, wrapping around your throat in a firm grip, forcing your gaze back to him. Â
âNah, nahâeyes on me," he rasps, thumb brushing your pulse pointâââWant you to see me watchinâ you.â
Tears well in your eyesâspilling over as your climax crashes into you with a sob, your cream gushing around him, coating his balls in slick heat. Â
Eren tsksâhis grip tightening on your ass cheek, tugging your grinding hips right where he wants them as he murmurs low in German, Â
"So schĂśn... so verdammt schĂśn fĂźr michâŚâÂ
So beautiful... so fuckinâ beautiful for meâŚÂ
Your hips slow to a sensual sway, chest rising and falling with each breath as your curls tumble over your shoulders, framing your breasts like a dark halo. You glance down at Eren through your lashes, lips parted as you try to steady your breathingâbut the second your arms wrap around his neck, you let out a soft, shy giggle, turning toward the camera with a sheepish smile. Â
âOopsâ" you murmur, voice dripping with playful sweetness, âDidnât mean to get so...carried away."
Eren huffs out a rough chuckle, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses between your breastsââI love watchinâ you like that. Love watchinâ you cum like that."Â
You bite your lip, suppressing another giggle before looking back at the cameraâyour expression shifting back into instructor mode, though your voice is still breathy from pleasure. Â
âSee? The three gearsâalways gonna get you there," you sigh, fingers threading lazily through Erenâs hairââAnd trust me... your manâs gonna love it."
Your lips curl into a lazy, satisfied smile as you glance at the camera, breath still uneven. Â
âNot done yet though,â you humâââMight feel a little sore after that first round, so this is when you just...sit in it. Warm each other up all over again."Â
Your fingers trail down to nudge Eren's chin, tipping his face up toward youâyour eyes softening as you whisper, "âLove you, yeah?"Â
He doesn't answer with wordsâjust tugs your mouth down to his in a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding together with unhurried heat. His hands roam over your back, fingers pressing possessively into the curve of your hips as you shift slightlyâyour folds grinding lazily along the swollen tip of him, drawing a low groan from his chest. Â
Then, with a breathless shudder, you sink back down onto himâyour lips parting against his in a silent gasp as he fills you completely. The kiss deepens, languid and intoxicating, until you finally pull backâturning toward the camera with flushed cheeks. Â
âThis oneâ" you pant, rocking up and down in slow, shallow motions, ââWe call the lazy cowgirl. No rush, no pressure... just breathing together before the next round."Â
Your hips roll in smooth, rhythmic wavesâyour tongue dragging teasingly along Eren's neck as you murmur against his pulse, âKeep it playful now... this one's for him."Â
Your hands glide over the sculpted planes of his biceps and shoulders, fingertips tracing the ink-dark tattoos as you murmur, âYouâre too handsome, babyâ" between slow, rocking motions. Eren grunts through the praise, dragging you into a deep, appreciative kissâbut you feel it, the way his restraint starts crumbling, the sharp catch of his breath against your lips betraying how badly he wants to take control. Â
You tuck your face into the crook of his shoulder, braids spilling like silk over his skin as you peer behind youâwatching the sinuous arch of your spine, the hypnotic sway of your hips as you move atop him. Â
âOkay," you exhale once more, pulling back just enough to meet the camera's gazeâyour voice dripping with playful mischief, âNext positions are where it gets funâpleasurable for both of you."Â
A giggle bubbles up as you admit, âItâs a silly name, butâwe call this one the shakedown.âÂ
And then you show itâyour ass lifting slightly before shaking in slow, deliberate twists atop him, the motion making your folds clench around his cock in a way that has his fingers digging into your thighs. Â
A harsh smack echoes through the roomâErenâs palm cracking against your ass cheek, leaving a stinging flush in its wake. You gasp, but don't stopâgrinding down harder as he spanks you again, and again, each sharp slap punctuated by his guttural groans. Â
âFuckâ" he grits out, grip bruising as he watches your body jolt with every strike. Â
You whimper through it, tremblingâbut your voice is a pure sultry tease as you murmur to the camera, âYour man's gonna love how this looksâŚâgonna turn him on completely.â
Your arms tighten around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at his naught as you continue rolling your hips in slow, decadent circlesâFrench curls cascading like dark silk over his shoulders, tickling his chest as you tilt your head. Â
âBaby...you still with me?" you tease, breathless laughter lacing your words as you nudge his temple with your nose, "âYouâve been a little quietâŚâ
Erenâs response is a rough blend of English and German, his voice thick with barely-restrained hunger as his palm cracks against your ass againâharder this timeâforcing a sweet little âMmph!" from your lips as you jolt forward, your mouth brushing his. Â
âScheiĂeâ" he growls, gripping your waist as his other hand lands another stinging slapââDu siehst so verdammt gut ausâ"Â
You look so fuckinâ good.Â
His words dissolve into a shuddering groan as your walls clench around him, your body squeezing him in a slick, greedy rhythm. You bite your bottom lip, catching the cameraâs gaze with a sultry grinâyour voice dropping to a low, instructional purr. Â
âNext oneâs called...the swirl.âÂ
And then you demonstrateâyour hips twisting in slow, hypnotic spirals, muscles fluttering tight around him in a way that wrings a filthy, wet sound from where youâre joined. Erenâs grip turns viciousâhis cock throbbing inside you as your folds suck him deeper with every sinuous roll. Â
âGoddamn, Bunny. Just like that. Shit.â Â
His head is tilting back, groaning as he drags the words out.
Your breath hitches, but you keep goingâgrinding down in relentless circles, your body milking him with every motion as the camera captures every obscene shlick of your arousal coating him. Your hips continue their sinuous swirl, fingertips skimming the hard planes of his chest before crawling up to cradle the back of his neck possessively. Â
âThis is your chance to dominate.â
Eren's head stays tilted back, his hunter-green eyes locked onto yoursâjaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle twitch. His chest heaves with each ragged breath, his cock twitching as your folds clench in another deliberate, milking squeeze. Â
âHellâ" he grunts out, fingers digging into your hips, âThat feels too fuckinâ good.â  Â
âYeah?"Â
âYeah.âÂ
And you smile, rolling your hips in another filthy, slower, perfect circle.
Your gaze locks onto the camera as you plant your feet firmly on the sofaâtightening your thighs around his hips as your fingers drag lower, tracing the hard ridges of his abs with deliberate admiration. Â
"And thisâ" you breathe, ââIs probably your manâs favorite. The expert cowgirl. Where you let him use you to his strength... his advantage."
Your eyes flick down to Eren, lashes fluttering as you coo, âMy manâs so strongââcan fuck me any way he wants to."*Â Â
The second those words leave your lips, Erenâs grip shiftsâhis hands sliding beneath your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin of your ass as he takes control, tugging you down onto his cock with a slow, purposeful bounce.Â
âThisâooh!âthisâll also hit your spots if you let itâ"Â
You gasp, your words fracturing as his tip drags directly over that spongey sweet spot inside you. Your eyes roll slightlyâa giggle bubbling up as you try to suppress the shiver of pleasure that ripples through you. Â
"Thatâs it," he rasps, his grip tightening as he drives you down harder, faster.
âTake it. Take it. Squeezinâ me just fuckinâ right.âÂ
Your thighs trembleâyour folds fluttering around him as he uses you exactly how he wants, his cock pistoning into that perfect, blissful spot with every snap of his hips. Â
âErenâ" you whimper, your control slippingâyour body melting under the weight of his dominance. Â
âNuh uh,â he grunts, âFeel it.âÂ
Your fingers slide helplessly over the thick ridges of his biceps beneath youâand thatâs when a real, broken whimper claws its way out of your throat, voice trembling as you gasp, Â
âFâFeels tooâmmph!âtoo goodâ"Â
Erenâs response is a rough, impatient tchâhis grip tightening as he growls, âYou ainât been enjoyinâ yourself enough. Hold onto me.âÂ
At those words? Your head lolls back, your body going pliant against him as he pounds youâhis powerful thighs driving you up and down his cock in slow, devastating bounces that leave your vision hazy. Your nails dig into his forearmsâyour whine pitching higher, dissolving into a slurred âMmmphfuhâ!" as your words fail you completely. Â
âI câcanât think.âÂ
And thatâs when you see itâthat untamed, rough-edged side of him that follows him everywhere. The country boy who doesnât ask, just takesâwho fucks you with the same effortless dominance he carries in every other part of his life. His hands slide up to your waist, fingers bruising as he lifts youâthen drops you back onto his cock with a filthy, wet slap, his hips driving up to meet you. Â
âDonât gotta think," he raspsâvoice dark, mean with desire.Â
âJust keep takinâ it.âÂ
Eren's hands lock around your hips like steel bandsâhis thick cock splitting you open with every brutal, upward thrust. This ain't riding anymore. This is him fucking youâclaiming youâhis deep southern drawl rumbling against your ear as he takes over your lesson with rough, possessive authority.Â
âLast one, baby. My fuckin' favoriteâthe Noise Complaint.â
And God, you understand why he named it that the second his powerful thighs flex beneath you. His grip is absoluteâthose big, rough hands lifting your entire body with terrifying ease before slamming you back down onto his cock in slow, devastating drops. The sound is obsceneâa wet, rhythmic clap of skin-on-skin that echoes off the walls, punctuated by your broken little âAh! Ah! Ah!" with every bounce.
Itâs everything that defines himâraw, unfiltered, dominance, that arrogance dialed to eleven. Clap after clap after clapâskin slapping against skin in a rhythm so loud it dares the neighbors to complain. Â
âHear that?" Eren growls, âThatâs the shit I wanna hear.â
You're sobbing nowâpathetic, high-pitched whines of âEâEren!" tumbling from your swollen lips as your body betrays you, clamping down on him in helpless pleasure.Â
âTake your reward for bein' such a good fuckinâ teacher.âÂ
Your fingers clutch at his forearms, desperation creeping into your voice as you whimper, âBaby, pleaseââwanna cum in my favorite position...âÂ
ââThought it was my birthday, huh?âÂ
But you give him those eyesâthe ones that always make him caveâyour lower lip trembling as you hiccup, âPlease?"
Itâs almost adorableâthe way you beg, your tits bouncing with every ragged breath, those big, pleading eyes. How could he say no?Â
âFace first, ass upânow.âÂ
You scramble to obeyâarching your back sexily, pressing your flushed face into the sofa cushions as you present yourself for him. The contrast is starkâyour small frame dwarfed beneath his towering body, your curves trembling as you wait. Â
Erenâs gaze flickers to the cameraâââShe knows how she submits in this position," he rumbles, gripping his cock at the base as he watches your folds drip for him. He drags the thick head of his dick against you, taunting you as he growlsâ
âOnly givinâ it to you if you take all of meâno fussinâ."Â
You bite your lipâyour fingers clenching the cushionsâbefore spreading yourself wider for him, your voice a sweet, breathless whimper.Â
âWonât fuss... âpromise."
His thick thumb presses down on the small of your back, forcing your spine into a deeper arch as he spreads your folds wider with his free hand.Â
âAll of it," he gruntsâand then he sinks into you all at once, his heavy cock stretching you to the limit in one relentless push. Â
You groanâa high, desperate whimper tearing from your throat as your pussy makes a wet pfft sound around him. He doesnât let you adjustâjust tugs halfway out before slamming back in, the sudden stretch making you sob adorably into the cushions. Â
Again. Â
Again.Â
Again. Â
Over and overâuntil the pleasure borders on discomfort, his thick shaft dragging against your walls with brutal precision. Â
âFuck," Eren cursesâhis voice rough as he starts bouncing you on his cock, your hips gripped tight in his hands.
âAlways so fuckinâ tight.âÂ
His groans deepenâlow, drawn-out, almost painedâas your slickness coats him completely.Â
âGoddamn, youâre drowninâ meââ he pants, hips stuttering as your pussy squelches around him with every thrust. Heâs not even lifting you anymoreâjust pounding into you over and over, your cries turning into sweet, broken sobs as you drag his name out pitifully, âEâErennn.âÂ
His breath comes jaggedâhis own control slippingâas he mutters again, âFuckâyouâre so wetâ"Â
And thenâwith one final, punishing thrustâhe buries himself fully inside you, his hips flush against your ass. Â
Thatâs when he moansâreally moansâhis voice slurring.Â
âFuhhhhckkk.âÂ
You whimper backâslurring messily, your words barely coherent as you press your forehead into the cushions.Â
His thrusts slow as he angles his hips just right, grinding the thick head of his cock against that spot once more.Â
âC'mon," he growls, voice rough with urgency, his grip tightening on your hipââGet it out. Wanna feel you drench meâmake a fuckin' mess."Â
He yanks himself out, his cock glistening with your slick as he fists himself hard, head tipping back with a jagged groan. Â
The sudden emptiness makes you whineâbut before you can protest, his palm cracks against your ass hard, the sharp sting forcing another sob from your lips. Â
âRub that clit," he orders, his voice dark with commandââDon't stop 'til you squirt all over me."Â
Your thighs tremble violently as your fingers fly to your swollen clit, circling desperatelyâyour entire body tensing as pleasure coils too tight, too muchâÂ
"âRenââMâgonnaâ!" you wail, your voice breaking into a sweet, shattered sob. Â
He groansâfilthy and approvingâhis strokes on his own cock speeding up as he watches you unravel. Â
âI know,â he rasps, his green eyes burning with lust.Â
âDo it. Cover me."Â
Your back arches violently as your climax explodes out of youâa gushing, uncontrollable flood that soaks his thighs, the sofa, everythingâyour pussy pulsing around nothing as you scream his name. Â
Eren growls, his own release hitting him just as hardâthick ropes of cum painting your trembling ass as he groans through gritted teeth. Â
âGood fuckinâ job, Bunny.â
Your body shudders as the last waves of your climax begin to ebbâbut then, without warning, a different kind of release crashes over you. Soft, warm tears spill down your cheeks, catching you by surprise that you quickly wipe your face. Itâs not just pleasure anymoreâitâs something deeper, more needed, like your body finally surrenders to the intensity of everything you just felt. Â
Eren notices immediately. Â
âC'mere," he murmurs, his voice suddenly tender as he pulls you against him, ignoring the mess between you both. His large hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing away your tears as he tucks you into the safety of his chest. Â
His fingers slide into your braids, stroking gentlyâhis lips pressing against your temple in slow, soothing kisses as he whispers, âYou did so fuckinâ good."Â
You cling to him, your breath hitching as the last tremors of emotionâand pleasureârush through you. His warmth, his scent, the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath your earâit all grounds you, wrapping you in a cocoon of safety. Â
âI got you,â he rumbles, âAlways do.âÂ
Your body melts into him, boneless and spent as you curl your arms around his neck and tuck your face against his skinâhiding from the cameraâs gaze, suddenly shy despite everything youâve just shared. Eren chucklesâa deep, knowing soundâhis fingers tracing idle circles against your lower back. Â
ââNever done that before,â he muses, voice rough with amusementâbut thereâs no teasing in it. Just warmth. Â
You donât answerâjust nuzzle deeper into him, your breaths slow and steady against his chest. And like always, he adjustsâhis knees bending slightly to give you what you need, his frame curling around yours protectively. Â
But thenâhis phone rings. Â
Eren tensesâhis head lifting with a frustrated suck to his teethâbut before he can dismiss it, you murmur, âMight be your Korean investors, baby⌠take it."Â
He exhales through his nose. Â
"Fuckinâ timinâ.â
His lips linger against your templeâwarm and roughâbefore he rises from the sofa, his towering frame momentarily blocking the cameraâs view. You curl your knees to your chest, still glistening with sweat, your wide, round eyes tracing his every movementâthe way his muscles shift beneath his tattooed skin, the way his damp hair clings to the back of his neck. Â
âGot me on international fuckinâ hold," he grumbles, glancing back at you with a smirk. Â
A weak, breathless smile tugs at your lips.
But then your gaze sharpens, studying himâthe way dominance radiates off him even now, the handsomeness etched into every sharp angle of his faceâand something tender swells in your chest. Â
"Need me to translate when they pick up?" you offer softly, tilting your head. Â
His green eyes narrowâdefensive.Â
âWhat you tryinâ to say?"Â
âThat my Koreanâs better than yours."Â
He grabs your discarded top off the floor, entirely dismissing your insultââPut this on," he orders, tossing it toward you. Â
You catch it lazily, shrugging.Â
âNot like they didnât just watch meâ"
âBunny."Â
His voice dropsâa warning. Â
You sigh dramatically but relent, sliding the fabric over your head as he steps closer. His fingers brush your nipples through the materialârough, possessiveâbefore he cups your chin, kissing you briefly, firmly.Â
A command, not a request. Â
You donât kiss backâjust nod with another sigh, letting him suck your bottom lip once more before he pulls away, already striding out of frame.Â
You tie the strings of your top back into place, smoothing the fabric down with a soft, playful smile toward the cameraâyour cheeks still flushed, curls tousled from Erenâs hands. Â
âHope yâall enjoyed fanmail," you hum, "Itâs always fun answering your questions.â
Behind you, Erenâs deep voice rumbles in KoreanâYes, I understand. Iâll contact you after reviewing the contract again.Â
You glance over just in time to see him staring directly at youâchin lifted, green eyes gleaming with challengeâas he over-enunciates each syllable, chest puffed with pride. Â
You roll your eyes hard, fighting a grin as you turn back to the camera and whisper, âHeâs been studying as you can tell.âÂ
For the next few minutes, you chat sweetly with the cameraârambling about random things, laughing as you adjust the camera angleâuntil Eren reappears, a rare, broad grin splitting his face. Â
âThey doubled the investment,â he announces, voice thick with satisfaction. Â
Your hands clap together, âThatâs huge, baby! I knew theyâd love you.â
âLetâs celebrate,â he rumbles, already striding toward the kitchenâââYou hungry?"Â
You nod eagerly, rubbing your arms as you follow his movementsâwatching as he pulls open the fridge, muscles flexing under the dim kitchen lights. Â
âCould make spicy pork stir-fry," he muses, glancing at youââOr that creamy garlic shrimp you like. Maybe both."
You rest your head on your knees, watching him move through the kitchen with that effortless, masculine grace.
âWhatever your heart desires, birthday boy."Â
His shoulders tense slightlyâthe way they always do when heâs deep in thought, jaw locked tight. You notice it instantly. Â
âMon chĂŠri," you say softly in Creole, voice a gentle hum beneath the sizzle of the panâ"DĂŠfroncĂŠ to mâchoireâli plen de tension."
Unclench your jawâitâs full of tension.Â
ââForce of habit.â
âYouâd think you were always unhappy,â you warily murmurâwhich he hears of course.Â
Eren pauses.
âWhy wouldnât I be happy here with you?" he counters gruffly, not looking upâbut you hear it, the defensiveness.Â
ââJust wanna pick your brain," you admit, tracing idle circles on your kneeââFeels like if I donât...I lose you a little."Â
Eren stills. Then, finally, he turnsâhis green eyes meeting yours, really meeting them, as he sets the knife down. Â
âAlright," he rumbles, âPick, then.âÂ
You let out a slow sigh, chewing your bottom lip as you search for the right wordsâyour fingers twisting together in your lap.Â
âWeâve been in St. Lucia for a while now,â you start, âAfter everythingâthe chaos, the traveling, the proposal,â Your lips curl into a soft smile at the memoryâ"Iâm so happy here, âRen. Itâs everything I never knew I needed. But..."Â
Your throat tightensâbecause the unspoken thing hangs between you, heavy and undeniable. Â
ââŚI just need to know youâre happy too," you finally say, fingers pressing into your kneesââThat nothingâs...disappointed you. Â
Erenâs expression darkensânot in anger, but in fierce disagreement as he steps closer, crowding your space, his rough palms cupping your face. Â
âListen tâ me," he rumbles, âThereâs nothinâ more I could ask for. Youâthisâusâ" His thumb swipes at your mouth, âYouâre my fuckinâ world, woman.â
You press your forehead to his, closing your eyes as you exhale softlyânodding as you whisper, âOkay."Â
His hands grip your hips roughly, lifting you just enough to smack your assâthe sharp crack making your body jump as he growls, âLet's have some fun, yeah?"
A soft laugh bubbles up in your throat, but before you can respond, heâs already movingâgrabbing a glass, rummaging through the fridge. Â
âWant me to make you a drink?" he offers, half-turned toward you, already reaching for a bottle of rum. Â
You shake your head, âYou're an amazing cook, babyânot the best bartender. âM fine."Â
âOh?" His head snaps towards you, âSo now my drinks ainât good enough?"Â
He turns back towards the fridge grabbing fresh fruit, mint, and crushed ice. Â
âGonnaâ make you eat those words," he muttersâbut thereâs a smirk tugging at his lips.Â
You grab the camera, following him into the kitchen with quiet stepsâpropping it up at the perfect angle to capture this moment. The lens frames him perfectlyâhis broad shoulders, the way his muscles flex as he bends into the fridge, rummaging for ingredients. You press yourself against his back, molding your body into the warmth of his frame, breathing him in. Â
Eren chucklesâa low, rumbling soundâbefore reaching his arm back, large hand cradling your head gently. He tilts his face toward yours, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. Â
"Love you too," he murmurs against your mouth before pulling away, returning to his missionâcitrus fruit in hand, determined to prove his bartending skills.  Â
âIâm really okay without a drink," you say softly. Â
Eren immediately shoots you a frown.Â
âWeâve been in St. Lucia for a month," he points out, voice dripping with faux sadnessââAnd you havenât drank with me in two whole weeks. Whatâs goinâ on, huh? I thought you loved me?âÂ
âPregnant women canât drink, baby."Â
Eren freezes.Â
His hands stillâmid-squeeze of a limeâjuice dripping forgotten onto the counter. Â
Slowly, he turnsâhis green eyes locking onto yours, darker than youâve ever seen them. Â
âBunny," he saysâjust thatâhis voice a growl, rough with shock. Â
You nodâshuddering out a nervous giggleâyour fingers twisting together. Â
ââŚYeah."Â
And thenâhis hands are on you, cupping your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as his forehead presses to yoursâhis breath uneven. Â
âFuck," he raspsâand for the first time in years, Eren Yeager sounds shaken.
âHow long?" he rasps, voice rough with emotion.
You bite your lip, exhaling shakily.Â
âRemember... when we first got here?â you murmur, brushing your thumbs over his wrists, âI cried because I wanted dragonfruitâand you scoured the whole island trying to find one?"Â
A slow realization flickers in his eyesâbecause you donât crave things like that. Not randomly. Not desperately.Â
ââŚI knew something was off then," you admit softly, âTook a test a few days later...and Iâ" Your voice cracks slightly, âI didnât believe it. âThought I was seeing things. So I waited. âTook another one. And another."Â
Erenâs jaw clenchesâhis breathing unevenâbut you can see it in his eyes, the way his mind races, piecing together every moment, every mood swing, every sign.
âIâm sorry," you whimper, pressing your forehead harder against his, âI was so scared it was a false positiveââdidnât want you to get your hopes up just for it to be nothing."Â
His grip shiftsâone hand sliding down to press against your stomach, his palm huge against you, like heâs already trying to feel whatâs growing there.Â
âWhen the doctors told me I was possibly infertileâŚit terrified meânot just because of what it meant for us, but because... I realized how much I wanted this. How much I wanted your baby."Â
A tear slips free, trailing down your cheek as you continue, words spilling out in a fragile rushâ Â
âBut Koreaâs so far from home, âRen. All our familyâs back in New Orleans, and Iâ" Your breath hitches, âI want my momma through this. I want her with me when Iâm scared, when I donât know whatâs happening to my body. I wanna be home. But I also donât wanna be away from youânot for a single second of this.âÂ
Your throat tightens, another wave of fear crashing over youâ Â
âAnd our supporters... our careers... Iâm scared of shutting ourselves away from the love weâve built. I just donât wanna feel aloneââ
âStop," he orders, voice raw with conviction, âStop worryinââright fuckinâ now. You hear me?"Â
His grip tightens, eyes burning into yoursâ Â
âIâd burn down whole goddamn countries for you. For this baby. You wanna go home? Weâre goinâ.You want your momma? Iâll carry her ass to Korea myself. You scared of beinâ alone? Not happeninâânot as long as Iâm breathinâ."Â
A shuddering little cry escapes youâbut Eren doesnât let you crumble. He crushes you to his chest, his heartbeat thundering against your ear as he raspsâ Â
âYouâre mine. This babyâs mine. Not distance, careers, not anythinâ will stop me from takinâ care of you.â
You mewl âI love you" against his lips in a tearful, trembling kissâhis mouth crashing into yours with a devotion so deep, it vibrates through your entire body. The heat of his hands cradling your faceâevery touch radiates pure, unfiltered love. Â
Pulling back slightly, you turn your watery gaze toward the camera, your damp lashes fluttering as Eren ducks his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeplyâlike heâs memorizing your scent, grounding himself in you. Â
âWeâre having a baby," you beam, voice thick with emotion, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. Â
Eren lifts his head, eyes locking onto the cameraâdetermined, possessiveâbefore he gruffly murmurs, âYâall been with us through everything. âNo way we go through this without you. Expect more contentâa lot more."Â
Your breath catchesââYou sure?" you whisper, searching his face. Â
He nods without hesitation, ââOnly want you happy, Bunny.âÂ
And thenâwithout warningâyou launch yourself into him, legs wrapping around his waist as you giggle, âWeâre having a babyyy!âÂ
Eren grunts as he catches you effortlessly, a playful growl rumbling in his chest as he clutches your body tightââLetâs go see if we can get you pregnant twice.âÂ
Your laughter echoes as he carries you down the hallwayâyour limbs tangled around himâand with one last breathless âBye!" from you, the screen flickers, dissolving into static as the camera shuts off in a nostalgic fade. Â
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ăĄă˘ăâ in honor of jjk coming back, i was missinâ my boyfriends real bad. enjoy.
YOU WERE THE EPITOME OF TROUBLE. Even in the worst scenarioâlike nowâthe scent of cigarettes wafting from inches away didnât bother you, your black pleasers swinging back and forth inches above the metal floor, cold and trailing with the history of footsteps before yours.
The booking cell was cold. The metal bench beneath you leeched warmth from your skin as you sat, shifting slightly in discomfortâthe cuffs around your wrists had left angry red marks, the metal biting in just a little too tight before they finally unlatched them. You flexed your fingers, blowing a curl out of your faceâyour full lips pursed in annoyance as you recalled the flash of the mugshot camera, the way theyâd made you hold up that stupid placard with your name and booking number like some kind of trophy. Â
Your tall, black heels dangled lazily, the sharp tips barely grazing the grimy floor. The leather straps hugging your calves felt tighter than usualâprobably from swelling after the scuffleâbut you werenât about to let discomfort show, your silver anklet shuffling as you continued swinging your legs. Â
Your outfit wasnât any better for the occasion. A tight black leather jacket clinging to every curve, barely containing the weight of your heavy titsâit was made for attention, not jail cells. The cropped cut showed off your curvy midriff, the dim lighting catching the faint sheen of sweat along your dark brown skin. Below, leather shorts hugged your wide hips and ass, riding up just enough to give a show to the wrong eyes.
Your full heart-shaped lips puffed out a frustrated breath, sending a few loose midnight curls fluttering away from your face as you slumped forward on the hard metal bench. The dark brown freckles dusting your nose and cheeks stood out even in the harsh fluorescent lights, making you look softer than you felt. Â
Another sigh slipped past your lips. Â
Annoyed. Bored.Â
This wasnât your first time in bookingsâprobably wouldnât be your lastâbut damn if it wasnât inconvenient.Â
The cell was suffocating. No clock on the wall, no windows, just the relentless hum of fluorescent lights bleaching everything into a dull, static gray. Your patience was thinning faster than the last shred of goodwill you had left tonight. Â
You pushed off the bench, hips swaying as you sauntered toward the bars, your back arching naturallyâhabitual, effortless. The cop stationed near the door barely glanced your way, his bored expression barely flickering as you tilted your head, letting your dark curls cascade over one shoulder. Â
"âGot a cigarette?"Â
The cop didnât even look up from his clipboard.Â
ââNot with the way you acted tonight."
Your lips twitched. Â
A flash of memoryâyour own fists, sharp acrylics catching skin, the way youâd moved like something feral when that bitch had tried to grab your hair. You werenât proud. But you werenât sorry either. Â
ââŚI learned my lesson,â you hummed smoothly, your tone syrup thick with innocence. Â
Silence. Â
The cop kept writing. Â
Your brow arched, nails tapping against the cold metal bar.
âHello?"Â
Nothing. Â
A muscle in your jaw ticked.Â
âDonât worry about it then, motherfucâ"Â
The door at the end of the hall swung open, cutting you off. Another cop stepped in, keys jangling.Â
âYouâre being released."
You blinkedâand thatâs when the smallest grin spread, already knowing who it was before you even peeked your head out. Â
And there they were. Â
Toji.Â
Midnight black hair styled within a wolf cut, towering frame blocking half the hallway light, tattoos crawling up his neck like shadows. His deep gray eyes pinned you in placeâcold, unreadable, pissed. That scar across his lips only made his expression sharper. He didnât move. Didnât speak. Just looked at you like he was debating whether to drag you out or leave you here to rot. Â
And then, Suguru.Â
Long, dark hair tied half-up, eyebrow piercing glinting under the harsh lights. His hazel eyes flickered over youâchecking for bruises, probably. His broad chest rose with a heavy sigh, arms crossed over his shirt. Exasperated? Sure. But probably more relieved to see you than the man standing next to him.
âGuess itâs my lucky day, huh?âÂ
The cop didnât dignify that with wordsâjust a hardened glare, jaw clenched tight. You blew him a kiss anyway, the brown gloss on your lips glinting under the harsh station lights. Â
Thenâinstinct. You knew better than to approach Toji first. Â
You launched yourself at Suguru with a playful squeak, legs wrapping around his waist as he caught you effortlesslyâone hand gripping your ass through the tight leather shorts, the other securing the small of your back. His deep chuckle vibrated against your chest as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling the scent of leather and cigarettes. Â
âTroublemaker," he murmured, voice thick as he squeezed your thighââWhat are you doinâ here, huh?"Â
You pulled back just enough to flash him those wide, doe eyesâall innocence, no guilt. Â
âJust had a little fun."Â
His hazel gaze darkened, lips hovering so close to yours you could taste the mint on his breathâbut then, you felt it. Â
That heat.Â
Your lashes fluttered toward Toji who hadnât moved an inchâjust stood there like a storm barely contained, veins in his forearms popping with every breath. So you did what you did best. Â
Slender eyes rounding, lips parting in that perfect smileâthe one that always made him cave. Â
âHi, Daddy.â  Â
His scar twitched. Â
ââThey hurt you?"Â
The question was low, lethalâlike he was already calculating which of these cops heâd break first. You shook your head fast.Â
Toji didnât wait for another word. Just turned on his heel, the heavy clack of his boots echoing as he stalked toward the exit. Â
âLetâs go."Â
Of course this is how it always wentâSuguru with his soft hands and easy forgiveness, Toji with his ironclad discipline and zero tolerance for your antics. And right now, pressed into the buttery leather backseat of Tojiâs sleek black Corvette, you knew exactly where to seek refuge. Â
Suguru slid into the passenger seat, long dark hair spilling over the headrest as he tipped his head back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. The sharp scent of tobacco mixed with his cologne made him effortlessly attractive, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he took another drag, tattoos peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. Meanwhile, Toji gripped the steering wheel like he wanted to snap it in half, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he peeled out of the parking lot with a growl of the engine. Â
Silence. Â
Thenâ Â
âOmae wa itsumo anta ni amaeru kara, sonna koto shiteru no sa."Â
You let her be cute with you. Thatâs why she thinks this shit is funny.Â
You didnât need a translator to know he was talking about you. Â
Suguru flicked ash out the window, unfazed. Â
âFutari de okotte mo shikata nai darou? Dame na ko da."Â
Both of us beinâ mad at her isnât gonnaâ fix anything.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Â
âYou know I canât understand what youâre saying."Â
Tojiâs grey eyes flashed in the rearview mirrorâdark, dangerous. Â
âI donât wanna hear all that whininâ right now," he snapped, voice dropping to a rough timbre that curled your toesââIâm close to reachinâ in that backseat and tearinâ your ass up."Â
You rolled your eyes dramatically, turning to stare out the windowâbut not fast enough to miss the way his brow arched in the reflection, that unspoken try me written all over his face. Â
Suguru just chuckled, taking another drag. Â
The tension in the car was thick enough to choke on, the only sound being the low hum of the engine and Suguru exhaling smoke out the cracked window. You couldnât take it anymoreâyour stomach growled loudly, betraying you before you could even open your mouth. Â
âIâm hungry."Â
Tojiâs grip on the steering wheel tightened.Â
ââYou thought about that when you were makinâ dumbass decisions?"
Your lips twisted in defianceââI didnât even get to say what happened!"Â
His jaw clenched, ââHad to talk a cop outtaâ pressinâ charges after you swung on him. You think Iâm a fuckinâ idiot?"Â
You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to caveâinstead, you leaned forward, pressing yourself against the passenger seat, your chest pressing into Suguruâs shoulder as you peered up at him through your lashes. Â
ââGuruâŚâ Your voice dripped in a needy way, wanting his rescue.Â
Suguru released a breath. He tilted his head just enough to meet your gaze, hazel eyes softening despite himself. Â
ââ'We get you somethinâ, and you tell us what happenedâyeah?"Â
You nodded quickly, already victorious. Â
Toji muttered something under his breath, but the car slowed, pulling into the neon-lit parking lot of a 24-hour diner. Â
âMove fast," he cut the engine, âBefore I change my goddamn mind."
The second your Pleasers hit the pavement outside the diner, a little giggle escaped youârelief flooding your veins as you tugged on Suguruâs arm while he was only halfway out of the car. You caught the tail end of whatever he muttered to Toji in Japanese, his deep voice laced with something between exasperation and amusement before he shut the door and let you pull him toward the dinerâs flickering neon sign. Â
Even softened for you, Suguru was intimidating.Â
Standing beside him in line, you couldnât help but sneak glances at his profileâthe sharp line of his jaw, the eyebrow piercing glinting under the fluorescent lights. His build was pure powerâbroad shoulders stretching the fabric of his black long sleeve, thick arms corded with muscle, tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves. His natural scowl had the couple in front of you shifting uncomfortably, but you just leaned into his side, playing with the hem of his shirt. Â
Thenâ Â
He leaned down, catching your lips in a rough kiss that stole your breath, his free hand gripping your waist possessively. You giggled against his mouth, squirming when he murmured, âBehave,â against your lips before pulling away. Â
Your curls tumbled over your shoulders as you leaned against the counter, your ass poking out deliberately while you ordered in that sweet, innocent voice you reserved for moments like this. The cashierâs eyes flickered downâlingering a second too long on the swell of your heavy tits beneath the tight leather jacketâbefore Suguruâs hand suddenly hooked into the waistband of your shorts and yanked you back against him. Â
You barely had time to pout before he was tossing a wad of cash onto the counter, his gaze locked onto the cashier with a silent sneer that had the man scrambling to hand back his change with shaky hands.Â
The greasy paper bag crinkled in your lap as you tore into your burger like a starving little creature, cheeks puffing out adorably with each oversized bite. Suguru watched you, shaking his head slightly as he passed his cigarette to Tojiâwho sat with one boot propped outside the open car door, smoke curling from his lips as he stared straight ahead, silent as a tomb.  Â
Usually, Tojiâs anger was loudâsharp Japanese curses spat, deep voice raised just enough to make you squirm. But tonight? Nothing. Just the occasional drag of his cigarette, grey eyes cold and distant even as you swallowed your food with a tiny sigh and finally launched into your explanation. Â
âOkayâso," you started, wiping a bit of ketchup from the corner of your lip, âIt wasnât even my faultâsome drunk bitch kept stepping on my damn shoes, and when I told her to watch it, she tried to swing on me."Â
Tojiâs eyebrow twitched in the rearview.
You kept going, waving a fry for emphasis.Â
âAnd then her dude tried to jump inâso I grabbed a bottle. Thatâs when the cop tried to grab me like I started itâso yeah, I mightâve... yâknow. Elbowed him.âÂ
Suguru snorted, rubbing his temples like he was fighting off a headache.Â
âGoddamn, baby."
Toji took a slow drag from the cigarette, his grey eyes cutting through the rearview like a blade. Â
"Lie again." Â
You huffed, tossing your half-eaten burger back into the bagâ"Okay, fineâI hit him. But only because he tried to grab me first!"Â Â
ââYou think that was smart?"Â
You folded your arms across your chest.Â
âIt wasnât my intention to be smart, Fushiguro. Otherwise I wouldnât have gotten arrested."Â
A muscle in Tojiâs temple jumped. Â
âWatch your fuckinâ tone.âÂ
âI wasnât trying to get in trouble," you then muttered, dropping your gaze. Â
Suguru sighed, running a hand through his dark hairââWhy didnât you call me, huh? Or Fushiguro?"Â
You shot him a look.
ââAnd have him mad at me because he had to fight someone at the bar?"Â
Thatâs when Tojiâs voice snapped like a whipâ Â
â'You think I wouldnât protect you?"Â
The air in the car went still, his eyes burning into yours through the mirror. Â
âIâd kill for you. Donât fuckinâ play like I wouldnât."Â
You curled your fingers into your palms, suddenly feeling small. Â
"...I know."Â
Tojiâs nostrils flared. Then, without another word, he flicked his cigarette out the window and started the car. Â
And just like thatâthe conversation was over.Â
You couldnât help but imagine Toji standing in that precinct, stone-faced and seething, having to negotiateâapologizeâfor your reckless hands. He wasnât the type to bow his head for anything. Not for money, not for pride, and definitely not for some cop who probably pissed him off just by breathing wrong. Â
But he did it for you.Â
Suguruâs patience was softer, easierâeven he wasnât letting you off the hook. The way his thumb brushed your knuckles wasnât just comfortâit was a silent, you fucked up.Â
The car rolled to a stop outside their sleek, modern condoâall sharp black architecture, floor-to-ceiling windows, and dark furniture accented with deep reds that reminded you of blood and wine. Toji stepped out first, boots heavy against the pavement as he stalked toward the entrance without looking back. Â
"I need a shower," he muttered, voice gruffâmore to himself than anyone else. Â
You scrambled out after him, almost tripping over your own feet in your hurry. Â
âLet me come clean you," you offered, half-teasing, half-desperate for the forgiveness you knew wasnât coming easy. Â
âNah."Â
Your lips nearly formed a pout before you caught yourself. Â
And just like that, the night's consequences finally settled in.
The shower steam curled around you and Suguru in thick, fragrant cloudsâvanilla and sandalwood from his body wash mixing with the citrus of yours. Your giggles were honey sweet, bouncing off the marble tiles as he cupped water in his large hands to rinse the suds from your shoulders. His touch was methodical as he worked the soap into your skin, his fingers tracing the dip of your waist, the curve of your hips. Â
Your lashes fluttered when you caught his reflection in the fogged up glassâhis torso a canvas of ink, muscles flexing as he reached for the shampoo. His dark hair was slicked back, water sluicing down the sharp planes of his face, that eyebrow piercing glinting even in the low light. Handsome. So fucking pretty it made your chest ache. Â
You toweled off together, tugging on one of Tojiâs oversized black long sleevesâthe fabric swallowing you whole but still clinging to the swell of your hips, the shadow of your bare thighs peeking beneath. Your curls were a wild, damp halo around your face, freckles darker against your freshly scrubbed skin. Â
Now, kneeling on the massive silk bedâblack as midnight, cool against your kneesâyou watched Suguru lean against the headboard, shirtless, smoke curling from his lips. His hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few damp strands escaping to frame his face. The TV flickered silently, some late-night infomercial playing as he mindlessly flipped channels. Â
"You hate me too?" you whispered, voice too small for your own liking. Â
Suguruâs eyes didnât leave the screen. Â
âYou know goddamn well I donât hate you," he said, exhaling smokeââDonât start all that dramatic shit."Â
The words shouldâve comforted you. Instead, they made you curl inward, arms wrapping around yourself. Â
âWhereâs Toji?"Â
âProbably in the office or library part of the house," he muttered, his free hand idly tracing circles on your bare thigh where the shirt rode upââTrynaâ get his mind right."Â
You frowned, worrying your lip between your teeth as your fingers fidgeted.
ââŚHeâs never this mad at me," you admitted softly, a little crease forming between your brows. Â
Suguruâs thumb paused its lazy pattern on your skin, and you felt the shift in his energyâthe way his chest rose with a deeper inhale before he spoke again.
âHe should be. Anythinâ couldâve happened to you gettinâ arrested by yourself.â
His voice was low, a rough edge to it that sent a shiver down your spineââYou know heâd fuck up an entire city behind you."Â
A little giggle bubbled up in your chest at the imageâToji, massive frame clad in black, storming through the streets like some avenging godâand before you could stop yourself, you were pressing smushing kisses into the column of Suguruâs throat, your lips warm against his tattooed skin. Â
He grunted but didnât push you awayâjust let you nuzzle there, your curls tickling his jaw as you inhaled the familiar scent of himâcigarettes, expensive cologne, and something inherently Suguru.Â
âYou smell good," you mumbled against his pulse, your earlier guilt momentarily forgotten in the comfort of his presence. Â
âYeah, yeah," he drawled, but you could hear the affection beneath the gruffnessââQuitâ trynaâ seduce me, woman.â
Your fingertips glide along the intricate ink of the serpent coiled around Suguruâs abdomen, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. You hesitate for just a second before your fingers hook into the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging gentlyâyour voice soft, laced with soft remorse. Â
âJust wanna show how sorry I am," you murmur, eyes flickering up to meet Suguruâs dark gazeâââŚI know youâre mad at me too."
Thenâ Â
A presence at the doorway. Â
You freeze, your gaze snapping toward the shadowed figure leaning against the frame. Toji stands there, massive shoulders filling the entrance, grey eyes locked onto you like a predator tracking prey. Shirtless, tattoos sprawling across every inch of his sculpted torso, his sweatpants hanging low on his hipsâheâs a vision of raw, barely contained power. Â
Your lip finds its way between your teeth as you slowly crawl toward the edge of the bed, hips swaying just slightly with each shift of your knees. Â
"âMissed you,â you breathe, voice barely above a whisper. Â
âIâm knowinâ," he rumbles, deep voice vibrating through the room. Then, after a beatâ Â
âWhatâd you say earlier? âBout how you wanted to show how sorry you were?"Â
Your eyes search his face for any sign of softeningâbut Tojiâs expression remains steel. Â
You reach for him, fingers trembling as they brush the fabric of his sweatsâbut before you can get any further, his hand snaps up, gripping your chin with bruising force.Â
âSo go show him how fuckinâ sorry you are," he growls, âI didnât say nothinâ âbout you touchinâ me."Â
His grip loosens just enough to shove you back toward Suguruâwho watches the exchange with dark eyes, cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers.Â
The sting of rejection burns hot behind your ribs, your bottom lip trembling before you can stop itâfat, glistening tears welling in your lashes as you drag your gaze back to Suguru. Â
He sees it. Of course he does. Â
Those hazel eyes of hisâsharp, knowingâtrace the wobble of your pout, the way your fingers hesitate before curling into the fabric of his sweatpants again. But Suguruâs never been one to bend for tearsânot when he knows theyâre your weapon of choice, not when heâs spent years learning the difference between your real cries and the ones you wield like a blade. Â
âNuh-uh," he tsks, grasping at your jawââYou know I donât do all that poutinâ. Swallow my shit like you fuckinâ mean it."Â Â
Your breath hitchesâbut you donât argue. Â
Instead, your fingers hook into his waistband, tugging impatiently until his cock springs freeâthick, already swollen at the tip, a bead of pre-cum glistening against flushed skin. Â
You whimper but you donât hesitate, dragging your tongue over the head, lapping up the bitter salt of him before sinking down, down, downâÂ
His groan is sharp above you, fingers tangling in your curls as your throat flutters around him, greedy and desperate. Itâs a struggleâhis size stretching your lips, your jaw achingâbut you take it, tears spilling over as you hollow your cheeks, swallowing around him like youâre starving. Â
âThere you fuckinâ go," he rasps out.
Your mouth works over Suguruâs cock with a needy desperation, lips stretched obscenely around his girth as saliva drips down your chin in messy, glistening strands. His deep pink lips curl into a sneer above you, that silver eyebrow piercing catching the dim light as he watches you through half-lidded eyesâhazel darkening with every filthy, wet sound your mouth makes around him. Â
Your whimpers spill out unbidden, high and muffled around the thick weight on your tongue, your hips rocking involuntarily against the air, the fabric of Tojiâs stolen shirt riding up to expose the plush, pink folds of your cuntâalready slick, already aching. Â
Thenâ Â
A stinging spank against your ass sends your entire body jolting forward, a choked mewl leaving you as your hands instinctively fly to grip Suguruâs thighs for balance. Â
But Suguru tsks again, fingers tightening in your hair as he yanks you back just enough to glare down at you. Â
âDid I say you could use your hands?â His voice is a dark, mocking purrââPut âem back.âÂ
Before you can even think to obey, Tojiâs rough palms are already catching your wrists, wrenching them behind your back with effortless strength.Â
âItâs never a fuckinâ option,â he growlsââNever a choice. Thatâs your problem now, donât fuckinâ listen.âÂ
The angle is awkward, your knees weak and head spinning with the lack of air, and you can barely focus on anything but the way your jaw achesâyour tongue running frantically over the side of Suguruâs length like an apology. Without the use of your hands, you can't properly steady yourselfâSuguru's thick cock fully slips from your lips with an obscene wet sound as you frantically drag your tongue along the veined underside, desperate to keep contact. A bead of pre-cum smears across your cheek as you struggle, drawing a low, arrogant chuckle from Suguru's lips. Â
âMmm, âyou ain't too fuckin' sorry," he rumbles, voice dripping with amusement as his fingers tighten in your hair. Â
Behind you, Toji's breath ghosts over the arch of your backâdark, mocking. Â
ââShe never was."Â
Your head twists toward him, lips parted around a breathy mewlââI am," you whimper, voice breaking. Â
âWhy's my cock so fuckin' hard then?" Suguru challenges, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lipââShould've milked me by now."
ââŚâS too big, baby," you tremble, lashes flutteringâbut Suguru sees right through it. Â
And that's when Toji growls, "There she goes. All that fuckin' whinin'. âGo âhead, give her a reason to keep that shit up."Â
Suguru's grip shifts, his other hand coming down to palm roughly at your clit through the soaked fabric of Toji's shirt still clinging to your hips. Â
ââCome sink down on my shit," he orders, voice dropping to something lethalââHurry the fuck up."
Your limbs tremble as you drag yourself onto Suguruâs lap, every movement shaky and uncoordinatedâthe tears arenât an act anymore, fat and hot as they spill down your cheeks. Â
ââWant Toji,â you whimper, voice thick with pouty desperation, your fingers clutching at Suguruâs shoulders like youâre torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, âSuguru...please.â
âSink down on it,â he growls, voice rough with restraintââShut all that shit up.âÂ
And thenâ Â
His tip drags against your folds, blunt and unrelenting, spreading you open in one brutal glide until youâre forced to take him, your body yielding with a wet, filthy sound as he bottoms out inside you. Your pussy pffts around the stretch, the obscene noise drowned out by your own guttural whimperâhalf-pain, half-reliefâas your walls flutter violently around him, gushing slick that drips down his thighs. Â
You already know the drill, unfortunately. Â
Your feet plant against the bed, thighs trembling as you bounce yourself on his cock, each desperate little grind forcing another broken noise from your lips. Your pout deepens, your mouth hanging open as your eyes roll backâhelpless, overwhelmed, ruinedâwhile Suguru watches you with dark amusement, his hands resting heavy on your hips, letting you do all the work. Â
âLook at that,â Toji growls, âAll that cryinâ, and sheâs still fuckinâ drippinâ for it.âÂ
Suguru grunts in agreement, his thumb swiping through the mess between your legs before bringing it to your lipsââTaste that shit,â he orders, smearing your own slick across your tongue, âThatâs how sorry you really are.âÂ
And youâ Â
You canât do anything but take it.Â
"Sheâs creaminâ already," he then growls, voice rough with amusementâ"Canât even fuckinâ handle me."Â
Behind you, Tojiâs hand cracks down on your ass againâstingingâhis fingers tangling in the nape of your neck to keep your head bowed, preventing you from twisting to look at him. Â
âEyes forward," he orders, his voice a rough rumble against your spineâââAinât no lookinâ back at me."Â
Your pussy spurts around Suguruâs cock with every desperate bounceâobscene, wetâand the sensation wrings a broken squeak from your lipsââFuuuckkkk, âm sorry, babyâ"
Suguru arches a brow beneath you, hips stilling completely.Â
âWhoâre you apologizinâ to?"
You whimper, bouncing harderâfrantic nowâas you sob out, âYâyou!"Â
A slow, knowing grin curls Suguruâs lips as he finallyâfinallyâthrusts up, grinding his cock deep inside you in a brutal, deliberate roll. Â
âMe, huh?â
Youâre trembling, eyes rolling back as another gush of cream spills out around himâhis grunt of approval vibrating through your core before you choke out a silent, breathless squeakâ Â
ââŚYâyou, baby."Â
The sound of your own ass clapping against Suguruâs thighs echoes in your earsâloud, obscene, embarrassingâas you struggle to keep rhythm, thighs burning from exertion. Your pout deepens, lips swollen and parted around pathetic little whimpers, your eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and desperation. Suguru watches you with dark amusement, his grip bruising on your hips as he lets you fuck yourself stupid. Â
âYou doinâ all this for me?" he murmurs, voice dripping with mocking sweetnessââBouncinâ stupid on my cock âcause youâre sorry?âÂ
You whine, nodding frantically, your words dissolving into a stuttering mess, âYeâye-yâyesâ"Â
Suguru clicks his tongue, tilting his head as he watches you struggle. Â
âNah," he decides, voice dropping lowerââYou ainât worried âbout me. Youâre puttinâ on a show for him.âÂ
Behind you, Toji exhales a slow, rough breathâhot against your shoulder as he rasps, âShe ainât gettinâ me. âMight as well finish you off."Â
Your tears return in an instantâthick, hot, realâspilling down your cheeks as you silently bounce on Suguruâs cock, your movements losing coordination as the weight of your punishment sinks in. His grip shifts suddenlyâone hand sliding up to cradle your throat, his thumb brushing gently over your trembling lipsâsoothing you even as his hips snap up, fucking into you with brutal precision.Â
âLove you so much, âGuruâŚâ
It slips out, weak and trembling, muffled against his skinâand just like always, Suguru softens. Â
His grip on your hips gentles just slightly, his rhythm losing some of its brutality as he curses under his breath and tugs you down into a searing kiss. Your whimpers melt into his mouth, your tongue lapping against his in desperate, sweet little strokesâlike youâre trying to apologize with every flick, every needy press of your lips. Â
ââSheâs always gettinâ her way with you,â Toji growlsââCome suck me off âfore I change my mind.â
Your body tremblesâfrom exhaustion, from overstimulationâbut the moment Suguru releases you, youâre scrambling toward Toji, your hands shaking as you reach for him. Â
You missed him. Â
Missed the sharp cut of his glare, the way his jaw ticks when heâs pissed, the way his dominance settles over you like a heavy blanketâunshakable, inescapable. Â
You tug his sweats down with clumsy fingers, your breath catching as his cock springs freeâlarge, long, dangerousâthick and heavy in your palms. Â
Toji watches you through hooded eyes, âââBetter do a good fuckinâ job, too. Iâm watchinâ.âÂ
And you try.Â
God, you try. Â
Where you were needy with Suguru, youâre desperate with Tojiâyour lips stretching obscenely around his girth, your hands working in tandem to stroke what you canât take. Youâre messyâsaliva dripping down your chin, your nose pressing into his pelvis as you choke around himâbut you donât stop.Â
âThatâs all you got?â he raspsâââThought you was sorry, huh?âÂ
His hand cracks against your cheekâstingingâdrawing a deep, shuddering whimper from your throat as your eyes water. Â
Tojiâs gaze flicks over your head to Suguru, his voice dropping to a growlâ Â
ââCome eat her. Need her loose enough to sink every fuckinâ inch of me in so I can pound her shit out.âÂ
Suguruâs broad palms spread your thighs wider from behind, his tongue dragging a slow, torturous stripe over your swollen clit. The pleasure is blinding, your back arching, your moan vibrating around Tojiâs cockâand suddenly, your attempts to suck him off grow even messier, your rhythm faltering as Suguruâs mouth works you open with ruthless precision. Â
âFocus,â Toji orders, gripping your hair tighterâââAinât done with you yet.âÂ
His jaw tightens when you force yourself deeper, taking him down your throat until your nose presses flush against his pelvis, until your vision blurs with tears, until your gag reflex burnsâbefore you drag yourself off with a wet, gasping choke. Â
ââAss up,â he roughly ordersâââThatâs how you wanna feel me?â Â
You nodâpouty, eagerâturning away from him, pressing your face into the sheets as you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. Your thighs tremble, your cunt dripping, already clenching around nothing as you hear the soft click of Suguru leaning back against the bedframe, his hand lazily stroking himself as he watches. Â
And thenâ Â
Toji enters you. Â
The stretch is brutalâsplitting you open in a way that borders on too much, his cock carving into your tight heat with punishing precision. Your breath catches, your fingers twisting into the sheets as you mewlâhigh and brokenâarching your back even further as you try to sink down onto him.Â
ââYou want the whole thing already, huh?â His voice is a dark raspâââFuck me.âÂ
You throw yourself back onto him, but your strength is gone, your thighs shaking too violently to do more than bounce weakly against only the tip of him. Your lip catches between your teeth, a strangled whimper slipping free as you feel itâthe stretch, the ache, the way your body struggles to accommodate him. Â
Suguruâs voice is low in front of you as his fingers trail up your spine, ââNeedinâ help, baby?âÂ
Your cheek presses deeper into the sheets as you nod, curls spilling wildly around your faceâSuguruâs palm lands heavy between your shoulder blades, fingers splaying possessively before he pushes, forcing you down onto Tojiâs cock in one merciless thrust. The stretch punches a low, throaty moan from you, guttural and filthy, as your walls flutter violently around him. Â
âFuhhhhckâ!â
The sound rips from you, ragged and broken, as Toji lets out a growl.Â
âYou feel that?â His voice is a rough purr, thumbs circling the dip of your waistââIâm in your shit, huh?â
You whimper, nodding desperately, your voice climbing into a squealâ Â
âSo fâfucking deep, DaddyâŚâ
Tojiâs glare turns lethal.Â
âSay âIâm sorry, Daddy.ââÂ
You donât hesitateâyour voice spills out dumb, loud and stupidly obedientâ Â
ââM sorrryyyâ!â
The moment the word leaves your lips, he movesâsnapping his hips up in brutal, unforgiving strokes, driving into you with a rhythm that steals your breath. His voice stays level, controlledââSorry for what?â
âMakinâ sâstuff harder for youâŚ!â You hiccup, twisting the sheets in your fistsââDâDonât be mad at meâŚ!âÂ
Your entire body shudders beneath Tojiâs relentless paceâhis cock pistoning into you with such raw, possessive fury that your thighs tremble, your back arching deeper into the sheets as you sob uncontrollably. Suguru watches from the bedframe, his fist working harsh, deliberate strokes over his own length, his dark eyes glinting with something between amusement and hunger. Â
âLilâ problem,â he huffs, voice thick with desireââEven now.âÂ
Toji leans over you, his thrusts grow heavier, each snap of his hips punctuated by a deep, guttural grunt. His voice drops to a rough, almost broken raspâ Â
âYou know what I wouldâve done if somethinâ happened to you, huh?âÂ
You whimper, your cries muffled against the mattress, your fingers clutching uselessly at the sheets. Â
He doesnât wait for an answer. Â
âIâd fuckinâ kill for you.âÂ
Suguruâs chuckle is dark, his grip tightening around his cock as he echoesâ Â
âWeâd fuckinâ kill for you.âÂ
Youâre gone.
A trembling, tearful mess beneath Tojiâtears streaming down your cheeks, your pussy clenching around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses as if begging for moreâyet your tears say otherwise.Â
âStop cryinâ, babyââ he murmurs, âJust open mâ pussy up for me. Keep feedinâ my dick.âÂ
Your back arches impossibly further, letting him take everything he wants. Your cries soften into breathless, shuddering moans as you melt around him, your body yielding completelyâ Â
ââŚMâ gâgonna cum!âÂ
Toji doesnât pause. Â
With a rough grunt, his hands lock around your waist, tugging you back and forth onto his cock with effortless strengthâtreating you like nothing more than a toy, something to be used, something that weighs nothing to him. Â
"âBetter do more than that," he rasps, âGive me a fuckinâ show âfore I fuck you âtil you break."Â
Your orgasm hits you like a truck. Â
A high pitched squeak tears from your throat as you squirt violently around himâso hard you actually push him out, gushing slick all over his thighs and the sheets beneath you. Your face presses embarrassingly into the mattress, shoulders trembling as Suguruâs fingers dig into your curls possessively, his groan rough with approval. Â
âThatâs my fuckinâ girl.âÂ
Suguruâs thumb rubs slow circles into your skin, murmuringââGood fuckinâ job, baby."
All you can do is whimperânow exhausted, fucked-out, ruined. Exactly how they wanted you.
Tojiâs rough fingers grip your chin, tilting your face toward him as he murmurs in low, husky Japaneseâ Â
âAnata ni awa sete kudasai.â
Let me see you.
He studies your faceâyour freckled cheeks flushed deep, your wide, glossy eyes blinking up at him, lips parted in tired satisfaction. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, pressing down slightly before he shoves your face away with a gruff grunt.Â
âYeah, sheâs fuckinâ sorry.âÂ
You whimper, collapsing onto your elbows as you watch them bothâand god, theyâre breathtaking. Â
Suguruâs tattooed frame gleams under the dim light as he lazily lights a cigarette between his lips before passing it to Toji. Their skin is still slick with sweat, their powerful bodies marked with ink and scarsâyours, in every way that matters. Â
You shift onto your knees, your aching thighs trembling as your gaze flicks between them.Â
Your voice was soft, ââŚDid I do good?âÂ
Suguru exhales a slow stream of smoke, his dark eyes raking over you before he murmursâ Â
âAmazinâ, baby.âÂ
Toji clicks his tongue, muttering in Japaneseâ Â
âMata hajimatta yo, kanojo o chĹshi ni nora seru yĹna koto o itte.â
There you go again, hypinâ her head up.
You donât understand the wordsâbut you know his tone. It makes your eyes well up all over again, tears spilling as you sniffle and wipe at them patheticallyâ Â
âââM really sorry, FushiguroâŚâ
Toji watches youâhis expression unreadable for a long moment before something softens in his gaze, despite the frustration still lingering there. Â
He gruntsâ Â
âCâmere.â
You crawl toward him on shaky limbs, your tear streaked face pressing into the hard plane of his chest as you quickly swipe at your damp cheeks with the back of your hand. Your sniffles quiet, but your breathing is still unevenâlittle hiccups of emotion trapped in your throat. Â
âStop cryinâ.â
ââŚ.Youâve never been mad at me like this before,â you whisper, voice trembling, âAnd I donât know how to fix it.âÂ
Suguruâs touch ghosts over your thigh from where he lounges beside you, his fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your skinâgentle, reassuring. Â
âI love you so goddamn much. You know that?âÂ
You blink rapidly, fresh tears clinging to your lashes as you nod frantically, your breath hitching. Â
But Toji shakes his head, lips twisting into a scowlâ Â
âNah, gotta hear you say it.âÂ
Your lower lip quivers, âYou⌠you love meâŚâÂ
And thenâ Â
He kisses you.Â
Not soft. Not sweet. Â
But hard, possessiveâsmushing rough, impatient kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouthâeverywhere but your lips, as if punishing you just a little longer.Â
A faint giggle bubbles up from your chest, escaping through your snifflesâ Â
And thatâs when you see it. Â
The faintest twitch at the corner of Tojiâs lips. Â
His rough palms cradle your face as his dark eyes lock onto yours, âDonât put me in a situation like that again."
His thumbs swipe under your lashes, wiping away lingering tears.Â
âIâd lose my goddamn mind if anythinâ happened to you.âÂ
You knew how much you meant to him, and you couldnât argue with that. Â
âI love you, Toji.âÂ
And thenâ Â
He kisses you again. Â
Really kisses you.  Â
His lips move over yours like heâs memorizing the shape of them, like he needs to taste your promise. His hands slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, pouring every ounce of frustration, fear and love into it until your toes curl against the sheets. Â
When he pulls back, you giggle once moreâsoft, breathless, so full of love.Â
âSoâŚâcan we be a big happy family again?"
Toji doesnât even look at Suguru, grunting as he flips the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.Â
âShut the fuck up. Weâre all goinâ to bed."
You donât hesitateâcurling instantly into Tojiâs side, your leg hooking over his hip, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck like youâve done a thousand times before. His arm locks around your waist, dragging you tighter against him with a possessive grunt. Â
The room settles into silenceâwarm, safe, finally feeling like home. Until Suguru sighs dramatically, flipping onto his side toward you bothâ Â
âNo goodnight kiss for me?"
A pause.Â
âGoddamn, Iâm really the third wheel."
And in perfect unisonâmuffled, half-asleep, you both mutterâ
I canât wait this fall and see Joseph Zada pop out bc he IS tha bitch and is a great upcoming actor. A part of me wants him to stay more underground bc his fandom isnât toxic butttt he deserves to be recognized on a larger scale.
series synopsis | youâre not looking for love, you never are. satoru gojo wonât stop tripping over himself trying to give it to you. the frat president with too much heart and the girl who swears she doesnât have one. what starts as a mutual agreement of keeping things strictly physical becomes complicated when the one rule you had of no feelings involved becomes the one he breaks long before heâd ever learned your name. [mdni 18+]
chapters
ââď¸ď˝Ą prologue
ââď¸ď˝Ą one
ââď¸ď˝Ą two
ââď¸ď˝Ą three
ââď¸ď˝Ą four - coming soon
ââď¸ď˝Ą five - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą six - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą seven - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą eight - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą nine - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą ten - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą eleven - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą twelve - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą thirteen - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą fourteen - tbd
ââď¸ď˝Ą fifteen - tbd
one-shots
ââď¸ď˝Ą crossing the line | you're on your period and satoru realizes you don't need him anymore
ââď¸ď˝Ą jealousy, jealousy | satoru gojo learns that maybe he is the jealous type
smau
ââď¸ď˝Ą texts + posts [gojo x trouble]
credits - dividers by @/uzmacchiato - art by @/ruu_sugu
I swear itâs like my world ends yet it like a breath of fresh air every time my cycle starts. Like thank GOD Iâm not pregnant but fuckkkkkkkkk I hate having a period đđ
