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[whorekeigo]

thinking about soft dom eren thats really eager to try anal because Of Course He Is (nsfw under cut!! minors dni) (cw!! passing out))

and you kinda just grin and bear it for his sake because he's always so nice to you and always does what you want so you just go for it for him even though it hurts like hell

and eventually you get lightheaded from a mix of panting and pain, and eventually you start feeling like you're underwater and everything goes kinda numb and then you're Out.

and you wake up with erin looking over you with a concerned look, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips in a pout as he holds up a bottle of water for you

and you insist to keep going because you Want Him To Feel Good but he makes you rest and take a break and recoup for a bit while he makes sure you're 100% okay

and eventually the two of you have sweet soft gentle sex with lots of kisses because he just. he cares about you so much.

[whorekeigo]

good boy keigo

wc: 307

summary: your good boy keigo is a brat in disguise.

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“Yeah?” You asked, voice higher than it usually would be. There’s a bit more of a whiny, teasing lilt to it than normal. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Keigo?”

The man between your legs shook his head up and down fervently, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit each time. “I’m-” he said, words muffled against your slick. “good- good boy.” Keigo wrapped his arms around your thighs and let his needy, grabby hands knead the flesh there. He dove back in, wasting no time in sucking your clit into his mouth.

You reached down and let your fingers latch onto his hair. Not pulling him closer nor pushing him away, just needing to be touching him. Keigo nipped at your clit, just a small roll of his teeth. With your legs slung over your shoulder, you let the heel of your foot press harshly against the sensitive spot between his wings where they connect to his back. Sure, he was a good boy. Sometimes.

“Don’t.” You spoke with gritted teeth. His eyes flashed up to yours. You could see the signature curve of his lips grow, shiny and wet.

“Or..?” He taunted, fingertips pressing harder into the tops of your thighs. Fucking brat.

“Or,” You gripped his hair tighter, pulling his face closer to yours. “I can finish myself off and you can go back to doing paperwork.” You pushed him back and let go, spreading your legs wider and pushing yourself up on the bed.

“No!” All remnants of his cocky demeanor immediately vanished. He brought himself back closer to you and sighed softly against your heat. “You don’t have to be so mean about it..”

You smiled softly and settled back into place, pushing the hair fallen on his face back. “I wouldn’t have to threaten you if you were good.”