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Purity y/n is a bop every time

Peaches and Coconut

i was high as shit as i wrote this lol. 

minors dni obvi 18+ content warnings: mentions of church n god but just a lil bit (erens dad is the pastor lol), SMUTSMUTSMUT, oral (male and female receiving) , penetrative sex, praising, softdom!eren, virginity loss, creampie n squirting, sorta daddy kink? it was said like 3 times idk, barely any plot this is pure filth// word count: 4.7k+

It started off as a normal Sunday. People ushering inside the church to find the best seats, relatives and friends catching up with each other their muffled voices mixing with the organ that played quietly, the kids touching running around in the pews trying to find some form of entertainment until they were brought down to the basement for playtime to not disturb the adults. Everything was normal and on routine. Well everything except you.

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𝟔𝐤. 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 , 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝.

༺❀༻ || 𝐬𝟒!eren , 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫!eren , 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲-𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤!eren , college ua , for my caramel babies , eager!eren , she / her pronouns , overstimulation , sweet talker , lots of kisses , multiple orgasm's , strangers to lova's , plot based , no protection , creampie >~< , dirty talk , use of 'baby'.

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" when you put a lil' umph in it, that's when i lose control. "

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there's only so much you can handle in a day's worth before overstimulation kicks in. rocking in a chair for four hours while getting a new row of ginger bundles sewed in by your auntie is already enough. gossiping about how your uncle is a piece of work can get added to that list too.

the white juicy couture track suit you have on is hugging your curves tighter than normal. you have ymir's 'friend' historia to thank for that. you'd only spoken to her once about how loose your tracksuits were and how badly you wanted them tighter and she got to work, completely redoing the threading to boost your ego a little to much.

eager with your hair to be done, you'd already marked a couple of other errands off the list. your fingers nails are coded with medium length cut-out shaped nails. a white base with some carnation pink painted bows. not wanting it to be to basic, you got some pink and white zebra stripes on your middle and pinky fingers.

your white painted toe-nails are covered by the ugg's you had to throw on due to the weather. you were always saying you hated summer until it wasn't around anymore and the cold had you shivering in the warmest of places.

its something about looking, feeling and smelling good that has you obsessed with yourself all over again. the vanilla scent is leaking off every surface of your body, the oil drops in your purse coming in clutch every time you wanted a refresher.

it's about four pm when your hair appointment is done. its something simple you could always deal with. 18 , 22 , 24 inch hair reaching your plush ass, your back already itching from the prickling nest.

" thank you s'much auntie! " you're exclaiming in her ear, already squeezing her to death with a hug.

you're not even close to being done. this winter break is going to be different. you naively figured you could get everything you wanted done while in college, yet when you finally touched the grounds it's like your shoulders slumped further down into a unforgivable pattern.

you stopped taking care of yourself mentally. you never stopped being a pretty bitch, nothing stops that. you got all the main things done. your hair was always styled, you don't play that. you're always soft and buttery smooth. the pet peeve for any hair on your body making you cringe.

you were always smelling good, it just became apparent you weren't going out of your way to take enough time for everything. by the time five rolls around, your sitting on your phone outside of your homegirl's house, waiting for her to get home.

mirrors by jhene aiko is playing softly in the back, your tinted windows are up and the bag of chick-fil-a nuggies are half eaten to your right. being your passy princess until further notice.

it doesn't take long for nicki to get to her place. she has big shopping bags in her hands, big balling on one of these cold ass afternoons. " you have a key to my house, you could've went in. " nicki reminds you, it slipped your mind completely. you glance at the hello kitty charm that hung in-front of your key fob, your dorm room key and her house key.

the long, black table you'd laid on more time's than your own bed has a ring light above it. a strollie with different lash things you'd never taken a hobby to is on the right side of it and the actually bundle set you asked for sits beside a bottle of water. eating the rest of your nuggets while nicki took a few bites of her salad, you both talked for God knows how long.

it's been a while since you've been in this cozy place. the apartment is on the first floor and in a gated community. you were so proud of nicki, she kept her word on making it big in life.

" you still going to ymir's tonight? " she asking while scratching the top layer of your lashes. wrong decision. it's like talking through an intense orgasm. your grabbing her hand to stop her to reply. she's only laughing at you the whole time.

" y-yeah girl i am. " your muttering out, your own laugh pouncing off the walls. nicki is a pro when it comes to getting you up and out of her chair satisfied. she snaps a video of the lashes and your making a fake brave face the whole time trying not to chuckle from the silence.

your in your car again by seven o'clock. playing with your hair in your review mirror, tucking the strands behind your ear and letting the multiple fans in your car fully dry your lashes. the song is back to playing at it's last pause while you move your lid's up in a uncomfortable position and let the air hit the base of your water lines.

you've driven to ymir's place so many times from nicki's house, you've gotten familiar with every back road, speed bump and pothole. the potholes brings back a awful memory of damage you wanted no part of remembering.

the weekend commute of straight peace was in motion. you got to ymir's house later than usually and took a joyful stride to your favorite love seat. the comfort makes you stifle a moan. you've done to much today to not get a break.

a song from ymir's recycled playlist is playing, it might be from sza's new album but you aren't to entirely sure. the only thing on your mind is food and weed. in the middle of the table there's snacks. cheddar popcorn, cherry bite twizzlers, some sour gummies and gushers. you opted on the popcorn and two packs of gushers.

on the back, light tan wall is a flat screen tv that's curved more towards you than it is connie and you finally correct your suspicions when you notice the name of the song and artist. i knew it, your thinking out with bunched up arms.

its seems like its been to long since you've been here and genuinely had time to stay.

since college had started in february, you branched out quickly when it came to friend groups. it wasn't a challenge when said friends had been around since high school. ymir, the brown haired girl with freckles and the nicest jaw line known to man offered you weed for exchanged of a pencil in junior year and connie, a surly boy with short, almost balding grey hair and a sleeve tattoo his mother didn't approve of just so happened to be next to you pouting from your win.

only a month into knowing them both, you were already coming to ymir's house and smoking like no tomorrow. connie tagging along some of the days, but he was mostly with his own group at the time. after high school, you figured this was going to be the time you all parted, saying ' i'll see you tomorrow bitch!' and never actually seeing them.

you were more than wrong when you realized you all had been planning to go the same paths.

those year's led up to these moments. now, every weekend ymir would host these little... parties or when it was strictly chill vibes and no one had the time or the energy to run around with don julio in each hand. she would host a small kickback. only inner friends only.

that consistent of you, ymir, connie's dumb ass, a girl named sasha, who connie knew in pre-school, sasha's close friend jean or john. you'd forgotten a little to quickly for your liking. they'd been coming around for months and last and least, jean's friend eren yeager.

eren's... alright. you don't have anything bad to say about the boy. he's always sweet enough to you but it seems like every time you want to engage in a conversation, its over shadowed by whatever else someone is saying. at the end of the day he's still a stranger you hadn't taken the full time to get to know. it's funny how many times you'd shared a blunt with him, lip's colliding yet never learned a single thing about him.

he has a attracting spirit. the kind you found hot to an extent. he's the type to wear strong fragrances to turn heads and its exactly what he does. that skunky scent of lavish soap and expensive cologne he seemed to never leave the house without was a dead give away he was in the area. he's always adorn in sweat pants and baggy shirt's that don't do him any justice.

you could tell he takes pride in his look, well he somewhat did at least. he always has this self-approving look on his face. his fingers are always decorated with silver rings that go well with the skeleton bone tattoo that paints from his left veiny hand to his shoulder.

it makes it hard not to look his direction when he makes such a grand entrance. he's a real eye catcher, a pretty boy you knew shouldn't be anywhere in your area. you don't do good with flirty looks and bed room eyes. they could lead you to a spare bedroom any fucking time.

" |⋆|, ghost face or michael myers? " ymir asks, breaking you out of your mini tundra.

" probably ghost face, he's so fuckable. " connie rolls his eyes, taking a big hit from the blunt he'd been preparing for minutes. the bud is covered in ashes' by the time he pulls away, heaps of smoke coming from his side of the room.

sasha, who got the second best seat in the house sat a few feet away from you. she giggles. " real recognizes real. " you nodded with a smirk and clapped her hand, the noise echo's in the spacious living room.

" you nigga's are just freaky, that's all it is. " you almost let a 'shut up connie.' fall from your lips but the front door opens. in walks the person who was always late. eren. he has his hands in these loose, black sweat-pant pockets, you don't have to see those daring fingers to know he has them covered with hard looking rings. the grey t'shirt he's wearing has a design on the front you cant really decipher.

" what's up yeager. " eren tilts his head up for a greeting and makes his way to connie. his plush lips twist into a confident simper as he daps the two guys up.

eren's speaking again, taking a glance at the table with half of the snacks missing and only two rolls left. " y'all couldnt wait on me? "

" you take forever. " you say, bringing a dark blanket to your chest. " so what? " eren replies with smugness, his green eyes peering at yours with pure coy. you only return it with your infamous eyeroll to kill his dreams.

'i hate a nigga that knows he's good looking. '

" you live the closest. " stating the obvious, eren plops down in the seat in between connie and jean, folding his arms over the back, man-spreading his clothed legs to get some more room. its like he knows you want to look at his every move. he's too damn fine for his own good.

it isn't long before he's changing his seating position and he's reaching at that brown wooden table for a pack of rolls and the weed grinder. he opens the black container – seeing connie left him enough for one blunt. he's taking his win quickly.

finger's making quick toil on folding the creases in, tongue slipping out to seal it. you're face is fuming when he brings the lighter to the end of the blunt and the light reflects on his face. he's so focused on the misty smoke and not wasting the little he has, he doesn't notice the gushing look he's getting from the woman across the room.

'did it just get hotter in here or something?' you take a glance to the thermostat next to the goldish rimmed painting hanging above your head. sixty-seven degrees and no showing of anything getting hotter anytime soon. you chew on your lip. its probably that thick ass blunt ymir made you. it has to be kicking in or something.

speaking of the freckle faced stoner, she walks back into the room, you hadn't even noticed she'd gotten up. she's empty handed, using one of her hands to swipe a strand of hair out of her face. " bro, can we start the movie? i'm tryna' hang out with historia later. "

sasha ooo's like a school girl, wiggling her pale, small fingers teasingly at ymir. " you're always with historiaaa~. " sasha has this silly smirk on her face and the brown skinned girl groans from it, flipping her middle finger in her direction.

usually it takes a while to pick a movie. by this time the weed is hitting all of them and blurring the limit for time. they would often scroll through the same list on netflix and not even realize it.

this time is a little different, ymir is in a real rush to get to this 'friend' of hers. she has the tiny roku remote in her fingers as she continuously flicker through the movies. she ultimately stops on a scary movie and clicks the screen. she sends a look around the room for any concerns then actually plays the movie.

before the credits have even started the pop of a chip bag is already sounding around the room and cheesy flavoring is flooding your senses. sasha's wincing with a pouty smile, not realizing how alerting the noise was.

the first scene is a white girl manually popping corn. the volume is low but the surround sound speakers ymir got installed almost a year ago make it seem much louder. it isn't long before that same girl is killed in front of a big front yard.

by the time the movie ends, everyone is pretty much out of it. heads leaning on arm rest's. the lighters have stopped clicking and the smell of weed isn't prominent as it used to be. you'd grown used to that cozy smell. the foggy room is actually clear for the first time in years.

wiping your eyes like a kid, then realizing you had on lashes. you curse underneath your breath. looking around the quiet room, sasha and jean are sleeping soundly. connie was sleep twenty minutes into the movie. you could hear his loud ass snores. ymir isn't even in the room anymore. the second the movie ended she was gone out the front door but not without giving you a loused side hug.

you figured you were the only one functioning correctly and tossed the blanket to the side. the cold sends chill's down your arms but you don't mind it. it feels sort of good. your painted feet hit the tiled floor with a small 'plap' sound and you glance around the room to make sure it hadn't woke anyone up.

" where you going' ? " jumping, the fabric of your white, zip up jacket is grasped. instead of consoling your fear, the mad-man laughs.

" stop laughing bro, i almost had a heart attack. " you pause, taking a breath. " thought yo ass was sleep. " you explain further, standing up fully and getting a good, well hazy look at eren. his phone light is on dim and he's barely bringing it up high enough to make it known he's awake.

both of his shoulders are pretty much in use by the two boys he's squished in between. instead of looking uncomfortable, it looks like he found slight comfort in them being next to him. it's leaving a smile on your face instead of a panicked frown.

he hum's, dropping the dark phone in his lap. " still didn't answer my question. " you tilt your head, thinking back to said question.

when it finally hits your scuzzy mind, you're letting out a soft 'oh!' " no where, well i don't know. i just want some fresh air. " you're falsely admitting, stretching your body to release any tension.

did you really need some fresh air or were the stirs from connie and jean making it known they could wake up and once again take away the little time you had to get to know eren? it's probably the bud thinking for you at this point.

" you can come with me. " turning on your heels, you almost miss the several groans from jean and connie from being pushed aside. " you that eager nigga? " questioning with the slightest amount of tease, he's right behind you in a heart beat.

" nah. " turning back to look at him, he's already looking at your back side with a smirk. his own limbs being stretched out. he slips on his slides and you didn't feel like putting on your boots, so you opted on stealing ymir's flip-flops she kept by the door.

you didn't really plan this far out. it has to be around eleven or so, your to high to drive home, you actually didn't need any air and you can already tell its cold as hell outside. it was just the perfect excuse to get out of that room and into a more private one with eren, no one was going to interrupt your mission.

men are so easy, your practically nodding to yourself. ymir's back door is opened and closed within seconds, the back porch is nicely clean except for a few leaves and dirt that you didn't really care about right now, you swiped some dirt off the second step and shuffled to the left to give him some room.

eren is sitting down on the first step soon after, without the hassle of wiping anything down. now, its quiet and cold, and there's really nothing to say or do when the wind is speaking.

" how long you been in shiganshina? " he asks after long periods of silence.

" my whole life. " your replying, low eyes blurry with the upcoming mist from the weather. " and you? "

" born and raised. " then its quiet again. your messing with your acrylic's , only looking up when a tree bristles loud enough to sound like it might fall.

" those are really pretty. " quirking your head up, it seemed like you're staring into a bottomless pit of beauty. eren's not even paying attention to anything but you and the way your skin is still so moist in such cold air.

its little details on his face you thought you'd already noticed before that have you feining. you squint your eyes. his nose is pierced on the right side. the actually dot isn't a dot like yours. its a silver star that's small but glance worthy when anyone see's it.

his hair looks so healthy, not only in the sun but also in the moonlight. you're kind of jealous of that. even in its normal state in that low back bun, you can tell he isn't using men's one-hundred in one. the wind casts a breeze in your direction, that's giving you another reminder. the soft smell of lemon and something sweet like pineapple's is hitting your nose. such different smells that go rewardingly well on him.

" gimme' your hand. " your obeying it without question, he chuckles at the haste and you dare to drag your hand away. " i'm playing pretty, i just want to see. "

" why? " asking nicely and still letting him slither those slender, tattooed fingers over your bedazzled nails, he's humming again and not answering your question now.

" hello? " rubbing his thumb over your knuckle gently, the calluses of his own has you quietly swallowing. he perks your hand up finally and actually looks at the nails now. " my bad, my mom does nails. " you frown, still not understanding what that has to do with him looking at your hands like a meal.

giving him a better show, you half curl your hand and lay it side ways in his own. your palms touching and forming heat you didn't know you needed to entirely bad. " so? " you mutter, not returning the eye contact you know he has on you.

" nothing, she could just do better than this. " he flaunting out, stretching those delicate fingers ever so slightly. you don't even realize he brings both of your hands down and resting them on his rough lap, you're to focused on the cute little gesture's he's making.

" you letting me meet your mommy already? " it was cute how he wanted to get his mom some new clients, he must be a momma's boy. eren's nodding instead of laughing though, replying with simplicity. " yeah. "

" what's up with you bro. " you chuckle. " i don't even know your birthday and your trying to let me meet your mom's- "

" march thirtieth. " cutting you off, you almost forgot you had even said anything about a birthday. your brain is realtering itself to remember that date when this high is over.

eren's not ashamed to look at the prize he wants. he's been plotting for fucking months and nothing is going to break him out of this. his low, emerald eyes are falling down the pattern of your silver zipper, falling into your lap. undressing those lacey panties he just knows you have on under those pants.

it has you shying away, wanting to turn around in your respectful seat. that's when it hits you. that grip on your hand wasn't from your other one. it's from his, unmoving and finally locking into those intimidatingly attractive eyes, your glancing at those wet lips he managed to always keep looking mushy.

you know they are the softest lips you'd ever feel. like pillows sent from heaven. you grip his hand, no longer just wanting to feel his sweaty palm, but those fingers- his fore arms, his strong shoulders. everywhere he'd allow you.

" eren... " encaging his fingers into a tight hold, he takes a quick look at his thigh. he isn't able to hide the side smile that's forming. you don't even know why you're calling his name, you just wanted him to say something with that slutty voice of his. – just acknowledge you in every way possible.

" yeah? " your beady eyes are watering from the constant pressure of wind and its becoming so fucking obvious you both don't want to be in the cold anymore.

" what are you trying to do? "

" you want me to be honest baby? " baby... that word has you dripping, squeezing your thighs together to take away that ache in your cunt. you nod. you can't find those confident words anywhere in sight. its hard to say men are easy when you're soaking just from being close to him.

" i wanna take you to a room and make you feel real good. " his head is cocking to the left and those eyes he kept on you are dropping lower. his hand twitches in your grasp and it doesn't take much to know he's putting you in eight different positions in his head.

" we don't even have to fuck, i just want to eat your pussy. "

your mouth lathers with saliva, and your standing up to entirely quick. eren is laughing behind you and your so horny you don't even tell him off. you don't care about the three people on the couch sleeping good. you want to take this pretty boy up on his offer.

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folded up, knees to your chest. the air is hitting your warm pussy. your panting from the littlest touches to your body. plush form being demolished by the stronger man keeping you still. eren has his hands in the bottom creases of your knees, applying pressure that only gives you minimal lay away to move around.

your pussy is leaking on the sheets, all type's of fluid leaving a stain you didn't care for. he's mouthing on your cunt, his spit coating your pussy in a new layer of slick. eren kept his word. he didn't need to fuck you to feel good. he made that known when he took a long lick from your entrance to the top of your cunt in a slow strobe, whimpering hard.

" stop squirming baby. " he's muttering into your pussy, kissing your puffy clit. face full of your cum and arousal. he's so deep in between those legs he can barely breathe. his stubbled chin constantly coming in contact with your needy, waiting entrance.

you cant keep your hands from gripping at any and everything. your holding onto the spare room pillow, covering your face and mouth to keep the others from hearing the total mess you're steady becoming.

" nah, move that. " you don't listen, your voice pouty and muffled in the pillow. eren doesn't have time to play games with you, he's been doing that for months. he snatches the pillow away himself and throws it at the wall.

" i wanna hear you. fuck them. " your spasming on his tongue again before you can speak. weeps of moans falling on deaths door from the amount of pleasure happening on your pretty pussy. your hiccupping from the lack of air entering your lungs, to caught up on the way eren is twisting his tongue over your sensitive clit.

eren's been licking, flicking and sucking on your clit for almost a hour. he just can't get enough of you. you taste so sweet and tarty, its like a fucking desert he can only indulge in. anything your body is willingly to push out for him to taste he's sucking it up.

fucking his tongue in and out of your tight hole, eyes open the entire time to watch you come undone. your hair is sticking to your face, the ginger bringing the caramel out of your skin and aiding your beauty. he didn't think you could get any more sexier.

" fuck baby, " smacking your inner thigh, he gets a breather before he actually dies in the best way possible. " pussy to damn dangerous. " he's huffing and hitting those soft, thick thighs, wanting nothing more than to leave his marks on your skin.

your cute little face scrunches and yelps fill the room, his mouth falling back on those fat lips to get another sample, tasting that sweet juicy fruit. his jaw is hurting and damn near begging for it to end but he doesn't give a fuck. he wants to make you feel good, too good.

your to much of a pretty girl to not have someone in between these legs every day. " 'ren! " eren speeds up, ignoring those pleas. " 'ren, baby please. " you're begging, the knot in your stomach forming from the endless pleasure. you don't know if your begging because its too much or he's to damn good at this and you need to repay him somehow.

– between the base of your thighs being smacked and the vibration of eren moaning, a shock ascends throughout your body. cumming for the third time that night. stars are forming in the far corners of your eyes. it feels like eren has full control of your body. he's keeping you still with only two arms and smirking from how fucked out you already look.

your body is still twitching and it takes a army and every working limb you have to pull him off of you by his hair. he's raspy and to happy for someone who could've died from being to pussy drunk. your chest is heavy and it feels like you can finally inhale properly.

" my bad. " sheepishly apologizing, he plants a soft kiss to your abused clit and toothily smiles when you give him a death stare. gently bringing your knees from your squished chest down, he's kissing your sore knee-caps, wetly sucking on the frontal part of your thighs.

somethings bothering you heavily and its making your chest warm unnaturally seeing him care about every aspect of your body. " why are you taking care of me? "

" whatchu' talking about? "

" this. " you lazily point at his hands that sting a way into your pores. " you kissing on me like you love me and shit. "

" wouldn't go that far. " your rolling your red eyes again and dragging a hand down to your tummy, letting it rest for the time being. " this is mandatory though. you just fuck with the wrong boys. " you want to take it as a stray but actually process it. have you really been messing with guy's who didn't think to care for your body?

it has you recurring every misaligning person you let into your safe space and have a way with your figure. " hey, don't think about it " eren snaps in your face. " that's why i'm here, ima take care of you baby. promise. "

biting your lip, your pushing everything away because he asked you too and something about that foreign feeling doesn't feel to damn bad. you don't have it in you to talk or ask him for anything else, but you spread those legs of yours and beckon him to come here. how can he ever say no to you.

he's shuffling in-between you, applying his hand on one of the pillows next to your head. you stare into his alluring eyes, raking your hand from your own stomach to his. he's gulping, his adam's apple plumping with nerves.

" you wanna fuck me yeager? " he feels like a virgin when you speak like that. anxious and scared to disappoint, he's nodding, bring his head down to plant a soft kiss to your plump lips. just like you thought, they're so pulpy and flush. he kisses like butter, like a piece of bubble gum that's so slinky you almost want to swallow it.

the kiss is deepening with the mood, the fist in his hair is keeping him from cumming in his pants. he almost doesn't want to pull away but he can feel her dripping under him and there's only so much his dick can take before it's begging to be buried inside that soft cushion.

he's making quick work with his clothes. sitting on the balls of his feet, he's tugging his shirt over his head. the sight of his toned chest has you gawking. it's a good thing he only wore comfy clothing, you would've pounced on him the moment he walked into this house.

" take your time... " you joke, casting your surly eyes to the space below your plush tummy. tapping your nails on your stomach. he's already groaning from the sight. you didn't think he could get any faster, he's slipping out of pants and those tight boxers in second.

to say you were disappointed never crossed your mind. you're actually fucking nervous. he's thick, with a healthy pink tip and some inches that make you squeeze your stomach in.

" don't go getting scared on me pretty. " stroking his length, he's bringing your left leg up, kissing the base of your ankle sloppily. his dick is leaking with pre-cum, slouching his tip on your clit. you both let out a soft gasp.

the feeling is euphonic, sensitive clit being brought back to life with one little swipe. your grinding lightly on his tip and he's hissing from how wet she is. " yeah baby, mhmm... you know how to do it. " he praises, his teeth biting into his cheek.

" put it in 'ren. " lifting your hips, you get so close to pushing his dick in and he aids it, his brows knitting, mouth falling open when he aligns it right, sliding into your entrance with ease.

the moan's fall off the wall. he's stretching you so well. the pain almost feels too good. your mouth shaped into a 'o and your hands are fumbling for something new to grab. eren has his head draped down to watch him slip inside of that pussy that cant help but suck him in.

he's whimpering when you clench- moaning when you're folding your legs around him to push in deeper. it's like he can cum from this alone. you just hugging him in has him gapping.

" pussy to fuckin' wet, fuckkk. " he's groaning out in between deep thrusts, pace picking up fast as fuck for someone on the verge of tapping out. your body is following his orders, back arched with intent to make him feel good. eyes rolling from the captivity of his being.

its almost to much when he pushes in to deep, hips runting into your poor cunt like she hadn't been through enough. his tip is ramming into that gushy spot inside of you that has your brain shuttering to working. your mewling loud -- unable to form a single coherent word.

legs pulled tight to hold him in, cunt tightening on his dick making his steady thrust sloppy for mere seconds before he's back to putting in work. dainty fingers coming to rest on his v-line, not pushing but not letting him reach that spot that makes you go fucking crazy. he's silent with how bothered he is about that hand, he knows you're still sensitive and recovering from those heavenly orgasms, but he's to entuned to stop when he knows it'll make you feel so, so good.

" move it. " he's stating with attitude, you refuse to and he only slows down. you whine from the loss. your moaning his name pathetically, lifting your own hips to get that feeling back before its gone. he holds your supple hips down, leaning down to kiss and fondle with your brown nipples.

" e'ren, come on! "

" you gonna keep that fuckin' hand down? " you nod, panting, surprised you were even able to speak in the first place. he's returned that pace little by little, watching your fingers retreat to one of the blue pillows behind your back, eyes closed.

head hanging low, hair coming out of that bun from all the tugging, he almost looks like a greek status above you- one hand on your tummy, squishing it down to feel the cave his dick is making, the other bringing your left leg back to his lips, folding you – he's to caught up in how response you are to his touches.

propping your ankle on his shoulder, leaning down to look you dead in your watery eyes. you cant shy away from nothing now. he's thrusting in deep, pussy gushing all over the sheets and his length. eye's faltering when it comes to keeping that contact.

" i'm so close baby. " he's warning you and your nodding to agree with him, your arms lifting to his neck, dragging him down for a kiss. tongue lacing with his like second nature – eyes shut when that knot in your guts is on the verge of breaking and broken cries are falling in between the kiss.

" gonna cum in you baby, you don't mind that d-do you? " to head-struck, your nodding like a idiot in heat. that gives eren a new goal, he's stroking in like a wild animal, biting his lip so hard it bleeds when you squeeze him.

trying your hardest to keep your moans in, eren pushes in one last time and hits that blurry spot that renders you brain dead. your moaning, clawing on his v'line with that new set to keep him from moving. cunt completely spent and aching again when eren is painting your walls white.

the warm feeling only making it worse, now he cant move or you might regret it. eren's heaving, one hand on the headrest to puff out and rush in the smell of sex, vanilla and shea butter.

" fuckkk i gotta' get you a plan b asap. "

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©𝙀𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙍 any sort of stealing or modifying is prohibited, mess with your momma not me.

rintarou suna would let you talk him into getting a dick piercing. “rin cmon, just try. if you hate it so much you can always just remove it and let it close up.” he’s used to giving people piercings and tattoos all around for a little extra side cash (my tattoo artist suna smutshot), so he has little hesitancy when instructing you on how to put the prince albert piercing through the tip of his cock. but little doesn’t mean none. “baby it’s gonna hurt.” rintarou seems like he’s a tough guy. one who next to never complains about pain— but that is so far beyond the truth. he whines about every little thing, simply because he has no problem being obnoxious around you. you’ll love him anyway. so when he whines about how painful it’s gonna be, all you can do is laugh at his childish antics. he’ll furrow his brows together and push out his bottom lip slightly more, making himself look like the epitome of a whiner.

“baby it’ll hurt so bad, i’m gonna need you to kiss it better. you’ll kiss it better, right princess?”

“it hurts, honey, whenever you bring it up it reminds me it’s there and then it’s sore again.”

“i don’t even want to wear clothes, the thought of even underwear sounds so painful baby”

but once it’s been just two days and he’s forgotten about the initial pain, he’ll be buried balls deep in your tight little cunny, cool metal hitting the spongey spot deep in there that your fingers alone could never reach. the way the second bulb of metal peeks out from underneath the tip gives you added stimulation as it drags through your heated walls, bringing you closer and closer.

“y’know, sweets, i think i like this little cock piercing you talked me into. makes you scream, and i like when you’re loud for me.”

what may have stated as a half joking test ended in rintarou suna having a new second favorite piercing. though, nothing can beat the reactions you give him for the metal ball on his mid-tongue.

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quick a/n: guys i’m so determined to leave my flop era this summer bc school gets out for me in like two weeks so i’m gonna hopefully be able to flood you all with content!! it’s 10am and i haven’t slept a WINK so here’s some dick piercing suna brain rot bc i need him so bad

So simple yet so stomach turning😤

dabi always sits with his legs open when he slouches on the couch. every time you see it, you're half pissed off and half turned on. there was something so undeniably attractive about how he sits so... inviting... he's caught you staring from across the room on more than one occasion, and he always smirks in response. he'll tap the inside of his thigh to beckon you over, shifting to get even more comfortable. normally, you flip him off and turn away to hide the embarrassing flush on your cheeks, but today you feel like throwing caution to the wind.

dabi's eyes widen as you approach him, one eyebrow cocked as you kneel between his feet. "hm?" he starts, cold eyes peering down at you. "feelin' brave tonight, babe?" the smirk on his face one again makes you feel a mix of anger and lust. "don't be an ass, dabi." he chuckles at your remark and leans down, ring covered fingers gripping your jaw. "hey now. i've only been tryin' to get you to do this for months now, just know there's no going back." he whispers in your ear. you already knew that, but his words spark something dark deep within you. "better not be a waste of my time then." you shoot back, tugging on his belt.

"mh, that attitude's gotta go. nothin' i can't fix in time."

It’s long but it’s really worth it

BIKER! EREN JAEGER x BLK-FEM! OC

double tap. my backpack. - 🎒☁️ …

summary: eren jaeger, a famous biker and bike content creator, is petrified of women. however, a particular social butterfly and social media fashionista, sanaí wilson (pronounce suh-nigh), vanishes that statement ever coming into existence after a memorable encounter.

wc: 12k (lengthy and descriptive asl) if u not a fan, keep scrolling lol

warnings: sanaí wilson (21), biker! eren (22), shy eren, eren is afraid of women lol, black original female character (she oatmeal thicc) !, (oc), fluff and just a lot more fluff, eren is appreciated like never before, smut, strangers to lovers, eren and sanaí are literal sweethearts, tatted! eren, oral fem-receiving, missionary, prone bone, switch eren!, sanaí is submissive but so is eren, they both sluts, written in third person, downright filthy like no bs, eren is 6’3 and sanaí is 5’4, high emotions, mention of other aot characters, sensitivity, confessions, overstimulation, squirting, big dick! eren, eren is down bad for sanaí lol.

this really did write itself. excuse any mistakes. part 2? enjoy! <3

“so you guys have been pestering me to do a q&a and i said i would at 500k… and so here we are at-ahem.. 700k.” nervously giggling underneath his helmet, step for step in his low all white air forces, eren scrolls through each anonymous message.

“i just got done with the gym, and saw this parking lot to be a cool location.. and thought why the fuck not film here.” eren shrugged, grasping his jansport backpack anxiously.

“real shit, i honestly cannot believe half the shit you guys send me.. like-”

eren lowly squeals momentarily until continuing, “like why the fuck did i agree to do this.” eren laughs nervously to himself, long and slender fingers decorated in a few clad rings rubbing down his compressed long sleeve gym shirt. his other hand pointing at the camera teasingly, “that was a joke by the way, i know why you sluts-”

his hidden beauty marks were tainted upon his abdominal muscles flexing and contracting underneath such fabric with each chuckle that fled from his lips. on constant occasions, jealousy poured through different individuals because of a snatched waist that led into a dangerous defined alphabet after x. his muscular lower half without a doubt explained of him never skipped leg day. but also could be said the same for his back traveling to his shoulders, decorated in a few tattoos and beauty marks too.

as the sun began to set, the outlet parking lot was beginning to slowly become vacant, but not fast enough for an antsy individual such as himself. “before we start, i know i go missing every few weeks and don’t post as much as i used to but i do hope for that to change since i have some more free time at the moment. but i do appreciate each and every one of you.”

a shape of a heart with shaky hands suddenly is directed towards the camera sitting across from a obsidian ducati 2024 panigale position upon its kickstand. “fuck, i hope that heart came out somewhat cute for you guys”, a small smile no could see but deep chuckle was heard through the cute interaction.

he is currently filled with anxiety but promised himself this year he would be more open to filming in public spaces without his friends. subconsciously, eren continuously fidgets with his fingers knowing he’s receiving odd looks from other individuals as they pass onward to their parked vehicles while recording a video in a helmet. “you guys are such whores like i don’t know if i should be concerned and contact a counselor or be flattered.”

eren snickers and shakes his head, “i get it at times, but fuck i saw a comment telling me to run them over religiously like what in the actual fuck.”

after his laughter died down, eren clears his throat and notices the parking lot starting to illuminate underneath the lights. he answers the first mild question he has seen too often and chose out the other 95% horny messages, “am i single? um yes.”

eren decides to expand after seeing a relatable follow up question, can i be your backpack?

he considers his choice of words carefully with pursed lips before saying, “hmm, i am a very private person as you all know but i don’t want anyone to get their hopes up.” eren nervously taps onto his bike with his fingers as he leans his sculpted physique onto his bike behind him, head covered in an expensive helmet that reflects underneath illumination and exhales into a brief sigh while chuckling, “but i am without a fucking doubt absolutely terrified of women.”

it’s crazy cause eren isn’t afraid of anything else. anything you named, he’s practically done it. from bungee jumping, snowboarding, jump out of an airplane, and even jumping off of one of his best friends house party roofs into a swimming pool for a dare. however, talking to women was where he drew the line.

a deep laugh and snort resonates from within eren, cringing at his past experiences. he remembers and has plenty of encounters of women approaching him with his helmet on at different locations but indefinitely turning them down gently out of low self-esteem and other reasons, “i just.. yea you guys just fucking scare me. and also being cheated on doesn’t help with that but i hope that answers your question.”

eren continues on to answer other questions with the inability to stay still and doing different cute actions with shaky hands hoping he doesn’t look like a fool. it’s actually all the opposite, not realizing the vice he has his viewers under. or how snug the leash around their necks tightened with an unintentional moan or curse under his breath. or even how tight they were wrapped around his pinterest built fingers. but, he didn’t notice at all. more so, he appreciated the compliments on his physique but no one knew of his identity except for those really close to him. he promised himself he would never do a face reveal which was covered at all times with his helmet or blurred in other bike creator videos which they respected and understood.

it was a harsh reality of being ostracized for not meeting certain standards. he noticed other bikers in the same situation just as he became well-known throughout the rising community. he embraces the rated r commentary not realizing his small actions of pulling up his shirt at 109 mph and exposing a sculpted washboard abdomen was nothing but innocent. or, his peek-a-boo of shoulder length wavy hair and beauty marks collected onto his revealing veiny neck exposing a silver dangling chain was more than attractive, but unholy in the eyes of many. and of course who could forget the exquisite patchwork dutifully tainted upon both flexed arms that illuminated underneath once in a lifetime tourist views. but after a while, he noticed it was a constant expectation for those unintentional movements which he thoroughly disliked with a passion.

and riding motorcycles was his passion.

luckily, early on, eren clarified those supposedly so called thirst trap videos would come every once in a blue moon and shouldn’t be expected from any biker in a rant reel video. he literally just chose certain clips while editing that were of his aesthetic. with over 1.3 million views over the next few days, eren gained more followers and respect from not only the bike community but others as well. but of course, so called ‘supporters’ had a few words to share with him via dm in contrast to the positive love he was receiving.

‘you’re gonna lose followers’

‘that’s the only reason anyone watches you’

‘what the fuck? it’s not that deep’

if it’s not that fucking deep, why are you dm’ing me?

he ignored the horny anonymous messages and only responding to those that dive into hobbies and interests outside or related to his motorcycle content. with excitement, eren finds himself rambling on to other topics and forgetting a particular question, to then proceed laughing nervously rereading it to answer properly.

“i want to try knitting, not gonna lie. i saw this tiktok- oh fuck tiktok is getting banned you guys.”

as he’s rambling about tiktok, eren hears a car pull up behind him which makes him stop mid sentence. anxiety starts to swim into his veins until he turns around carefully putting his hands onto the front pocket of his bag for protection until he’s met with a heaven sent angel.

a literal angel that could provide all the protection he needed.

nothing but silence. eren recognizes it’s a woman once her car window levels down, a beautiful woman at that. his eyes soak in the scene before him once the material fades to a clearer picture. fuck that word beautiful did not do her any justice cause she was more.

so much more. the anxiety traveling throughout his body continuously sweeps him off his feet, but his heart thumping at the sight of her overpowered all discomfort. her beautiful caramel complexion and fluffy curly hair draped around like curtains had his fingers itching to caress.

as her car lightbulb flickered and illuminated, it allowed eren to take in the the most stunning painting. a studded nose ring complimenting her supposedly false lashes that that expanded the curiosity in her eyes to shine even more than they already did. even though he couldn’t see the rest of her body, he knew everywhere else that was hidden was to die for. he just hoped his dick wasn’t becoming hard as he stared at her facial features. sparkling teal orbs followed her plump lips that were coated in gloss that seemed to be moving as if she were talking-

she was talking. was she talking this whole time?

ah shit.

eren shook his head, laughing nervously with hands shaking immensely as his daydream ended, fidgeting with his helmet , and gaining enough courage to ask her in a shaky voice, “fuck, i’m sorry. i was just-” don’t over explain eren. “-nevermind. um. what did you say?”

sanaí found herself beginning to smile, noticing his nervousness even if he was wearing a helmet. his body language told an entirely different story, “no need to apologize boo. but i just said i loved your motorcycle.”

sanaí waved it off, flashing her pretty length nails briefly. as she keeps her honda civic sports car engine running, eren stands there in his 6’3 stature awkwardly having to remember she complimented his bike which is actually a first for him “oh, um.. thank you. this is where all my money goes so that may be why.”

eren again laughs but unexpectedly so does she at his wittiness. “trust me, there’s no judging here. i spend most of mine on either lego sets or hella clothes.. ah and bills.”

eren eyes go wide, finding the words coming out of her mouth a surprise. he attempts to open his mouth but quickly closes it not wanting to annoy her with his rambling even if she did mention her interest first. eren blinks his eyes while putting his hand up playfully in defense, “hey, who am i to judge?”

sanaí knows better than to talk to random strangers like this but she could tell from store entrance once she looked over, he was anything but a threat. and even more getting a better look at his stature, weirdly she felt safe. “how long have you been riding?”

“3 years.”

“any accidents?”

“none. but i ride safe.. most of the time.”

“hmm, do you have other motorcycles?”

“2 more..?”

“beginner bike recommendation?”

“hmm.. a kawasaki ninja 300 or 400.”

wait, was this an interrogation? why was he answering her questions so easily? and was she typing on her phone of his responses? if so, that is so fucking cute.

but for who? herself? her boyfriend?

eren you’re getting ahead of yourself. like last time.

eren shifts on his legs noticing he was still uncomfortable but starting to sweat due to this sudden interaction.

just breathe

“oh.. um do you want me to take this off- s-sorry..”

you shook your head, not wanting him to become more uncomfortable as he raised his hands to quickly remove the helmet, “no, you’re fine. i just want you to be comfortable.”

what planet did she come from?

he was trying but she’s so fucking beautiful and so out of his league

sanaí quickly wanted to reassure him given his movements and stutter as he lowered his hands from his helmet, “i just wanted to know more about motorcycles because of my little brother is all. i’m jotting all of this down in my notes- ” she quickly shows her app opened while giggling and smiling so fucking adorably that eren felt butterflies floating inside of his stomach. “i hope that’s okay and i didn’t make you uncomfortable with all those questions.”

what an endearing sound of her giggling. he desired to hear again, “fuck, you’re so pretty.”

unprepared for the compliment, sanaí felt her heart flutter as she froze up while typing and looked up over at him, “t-

but before sanaí could complete her smile and say thank you, it all happened so quickly before her eyes.

his thoughts were voiced out loud noticing her expression which made him curse underneath his breath, bowing his head disappointed and embarrassed.

eren quickly apologized over and over hoping not to have charges pressed against him, retrieved his camera nervously, and exited the outlet parking lot with his insanely loud motorcycle but not before barely hearing, “ride safe.”

sanaí wasn’t upset or confused as to his sudden disappearing act. she understood just what he was feeling as she’s been there. she just hoped to run into him again to console him.

eren knew he wouldn’t be at this parking lot again for a few weeks. he just couldn’t handle all the emotions rummaging through his mind and body, “yup. not gonna lie, this helmet confidence is complete bullshit… or it’s just me..” eren scoffs at himself, “you’re a fucking idiot eren.. of course, it’s you.”

but sanaí didn’t think he was an idiot at all. he was enthralling. she had never been so smitten by someone and not know of their appearance in all her twenty one years of being on this planet. but she was with him.

as she exits the parking lot allowing the right of way to ongoing traffic and sulking somewhat at his absence, she recalls his striking appearance. he sported late gym attire comprised of a long black sleeve compressed shirt and grey sweatpants that had her legs twitching at the memory. shaking her head of her slutty thoughts, she thinks back to his air forces paired with nike socks. her eyes took in each piece as if the constellation could disappear in which it did sooner than later. she briefly reminisced upon tattoos that peaked from the end of his long sleeve shirt and lastly his whore of a silver rope chain, a sight she desperately wanted to consistently view as if it were on display in a museum.

in her case, her eyes and throbbing pussy were the audience. but her heavy bottom could applaud if need be-

“girl, stop it.” sanaí giggled cutely. as she truly did have the most sinful thoughts as she cruised on her way home. of course, she did hope he made it home safely and wasn’t too hard on himself.

but eren wouldn’t know just how much, until he viewed the video footage that captured the whole encounter.

as the voice of r&b singer, alina baraz filled her apartment through her bluetooth speaker, sanaí completed her night skin care routine after finishing her shower. she took her appearance very seriously, which may be why she has 509k followers on instagram for her fashion haul reviews and healthy lifestyle.

it’s been a while since you heard from me..

she hummed with the music while smearing and coating her face carefully with essential oil and cream products that was a part of her routine.

she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of-

what was his name?

she never got his name.

but she did give-

and he never got her name.

“sanaí, now how in the- you normally introduce yourself. so what changed this time around.” she didn’t sulk as much but it was quickly returning. she cutely pranced around in her white mesh nightgown, paired with a white lace robe.

white painted toes tapped against the tile floor, as her nails met her phone screen. the view from her apartment penthouse reflected inside, fingertips scrolling through her instagram timeline of newly released fashion.

she quickly sipped her wine glass she placed upon her coffee table and plopped onto her living room sofa, “you better sing alina.”

sanaí rolled her eyes at the plethora of men and women that flooded her dm’s. she blocked a few due to the weird confessions of either attempting to find where she lives and if they had the chance of slipping something into her drink. even if they dare to try to do any of those acts, she carried protection wherever she went for sexual and defensive purposes. she’s only had one relationship while in college, just starting her career. reiner braun, her first love and heartbreak.

reiner didn’t see her career as a real occupation but more so as a hobby. but she should’ve known better given that night his parents invited them over for dinner, he revealed his true feelings after pretending to support her for so long to get into her pants. his parents asked of her plans after college, and reiner quickly interrupted saying, “she’ll be my housewife as planned.” reiner nervously smiled and sipped his glass of water, as his parents looked overjoyed with his answer.

“although, she could lose some weight after the baby.”

what the fuck? a baby?

they were planning on getting married eventually. if he ever proposed but now she knew why.

sanaí started laughing, comically as if it were the funniest joke him and his mother ever told. because it was. his parents suddenly stopped talking as did reiner. you literally freakishly smiled with tears in your eyes, wondering what did you ever see in him.

reiner’s mother gentle voice asks, “dear, are you alright?” sanaí wiped her tears still laughing and painfully scoffing with anger. her response leaving all three of them speechless. a horror movie scream left his mother and a confused curse word left his father once a seat scraped their expensive floor and a plate of food drenched onto their bitch made of a son’s head.

she didn’t say a word.

the cherry on top was throwing the glass of wine onto his mother’s face. the horror scream got louder as reiner begged his yelling parents to not press charges. reiner ran to sanaí as she stomped out of his house with shades placed upon the bridge of nose as if this were a scene out of a blockbuster movie. he was yelling her name but she didn’t turn around even once until a hand grabbed her, “let me go.”

“sanaí, are you fucking crazy?” there was food pouring down his face and neck unfortunately soaking a dress shirt and pants she paid for. there was a cloud that washed over her and vanished just at the sight of him.

“listen once we-”

“reiner, i happen to not give any fucks about what you’re about to say. all i know is, if you’d like to press charges..” sanaí snatched her arm way and stepped closer to his ear whispering words that made him freeze, “.. remember i still have the receipts of you gambling with your parents hush money.”

and she hasn’t looked back since.

the cost of living in a one bedroom penthouse was not cheap. but sanaí had never been one to own anything that didn’t scream at the top of their lungs high value even when she couldn't afford it. her parents taught her to always save and the lavish life would soon present itself. and it did.

the luxury details consisted of high end appliances and stunning dining table in the kitchen. oversized windows that extravagantly emphasized the finest modern decor in the living room. the bathroom practically mirrored the kitchen, but a toiletry set and other necessities in a magazine were displayed expensively. a red fluffy rug appointed at the entrance, skin care products and other essentials such as candles were neatly placed upon the granite counter. the theme followed her sunset lights behind her flatscreen tv, plants in and modern art of different r&b artists hung in her bedroom. her apartment was the epitome of a pinterest apartment board.

can’t keep making a home out of you..

sanaí propped her legs inward, as she continued to scroll. having no control over adding things into her insta cart, inserting a few pieces onto her started cherry blossom lego set placed on the coffee table, and trying hard not to think of the guy from earlier.

as looney tunes played onto her tv, she doubled tapped left and right for a few minutes. until as she was about to scroll upward, the algorithm must’ve heard her conversation earlier with her friend about him that a random biker appeared onto her feed.

ejae.moto

sanaí sipped slowly as she raised her volume to hear the particular person until they started to speak recognizing it was a male voice. she listened to these words from his mouth, “so yea, i-i honestly can’t believe i did that shit. i said fuck you’re so pretty and my scary ass just dipped as if she was the plague.”

sanaí eyes started laughing at his fumbling, finding it all cute and adorable as he spoke, “aww, he’s so cute.”

she hovered over the double tap option on the video but stilled at his next words. she shook her head in disbelief, not allowing her delusional thoughts to catch up to her, “fuck she was so pretty. and my god-”

even through the wind drowning out his voice due to his weaving in and out of lanes, she could loud and clear hear his thigh twitching groan “-the fact that she played with legos had me almost levitating.”

wait was he talking about her?

sanaí recalls the interaction and shakes her head in disbelief cause there was no way, “nah, i’m tripping right?” she listens closely at his voice and watches the 360 camera automatically sway on over to a sudden fellow biker of his as he spoke while they were at a traffic light, “and she complimented your bike.. yea you fumbled hard.”

the other biker started laughing but quickly stopped as the biker that was starting to resemble the guy from a night ago presses a button that assumably powers off his motorcycle given he can’t move, “wow. real mature bitch, but i hope it was her boyfriend she was asking those questions for instead of her brother.”

yup… he was talking about her.

the biker throws him a gloved middle finger as his t-shirt flaps into the wind connecting to his defined upper abdomen as if it were wet skin once the traffic light changes to green, “yea, i recorded that whole interaction unintentionally since i was doing the q&a for you guys. i played it back a few times cause of her voice-”

oh my god, why the fuck is he so… adorable?

sanaí’s heart started to repeat that same feeling from a couple nights ago. she placed her hand over her heart, feeling the thump desperately wanting to come out of their chest. there was something about his gestures she could tell were genuine.

“eren, you such a simp ass nigga.”

his name was eren.

“fuck up ony. what i meant to say was i..” eren clears his throat as she heard laughter from his friend he called ony, adjusting his strap as he looks over his shoulder to proceed into another lane, “- won’t be posting that out of respect for her. and yea, i just decided to share that experience since i am so fucking private about a lot of shit but also.. i can’t stop thinking about it cause mans really had l rizz.”

eren nervously giggles, as ony mumbles, “what the fuck.. you cute unorthodox ass nigga.”

sanaí laughed at their repetitive banter while they both turned into a gas station, “i am cute as fuck.” eren raised one of his arms and placed his hand underneath his helmet where his chin resides into the shape of a check mark. she could tell he was most likely imitating a lightskin facial expression once he winked through his helmet visor. sanai let out a snort unintentionally while smiling from ear to ear and giggling at him facepalming his helmet afterwards.

“she seemed like she didn’t give a fuck and you just assumed as always. you should’ve asked her to backpack.”

she didn’t

“pretty sure she would’ve said no. i mean i was so nervous and.. just n-no, i fucked it up. bro if she sees this-”

backpack?

she heard the term a few times from her little brother when he would show her different motorcycle reels. she understood it as a biker’s significant other coming along for the joyous ride.

just the thought of it sent an exhilarating sensation throughout her body.

“-but to the particular woman.. fuck my life i don’t even know your name..” even though ony was wearing a helmet, sanaí could feel the blatant stare he was giving as he kept rambling adorably while coming to a stop at a gas pump. “.. but if you see this video.. which i pray you don’t. i’m sorry, i’m just not good with.. interacting with women that aren’t related to me like my mom or niece.”

before the reel ended, a wild ony comes into the camera which removed the attention away from eren and says while laughing, “fuck all that. ma’am, dm him please.”

next reel in 3…2…1

oh she will

she looked over to see as to how many likes he received and she could not believe the numbers, “513k likes.. and 320 comments?”

okay he’s a big deal..

sanai remembers when she was just starting out when it came to her social media content. there was so many rejections, barely any sponsors, and not even a decent amount of income to move out. so called friends never fully supported her, but was looking for a hand out when her appearance started to make necks turn even more before the money started to roll in. but she persevered cause she knew of her worth while getting a degree in social media and marketing. in just two years, sanai has became one of the top fashion haul reviewers and lifestyle guru's post-graduation. her previous set up beginning in her parents garage of just her phone as they fully supported her could not compare to the luxurious and expensive set up she currently utilized.

however, sanai is thankful for the humble beginning. she has been able to do what she loves everyday. but also an additional bonus is to be invited to multiple events of the biggest and well-known brands. from gucci, prada, tori burch, adidas, and even nike. as the success came, networking with other collaborators was top of the list. she ensured to become more of a social butterfly and make an impression any chance she was given with class and humility. having traveled to three different countries in the last two months, buying her parents a new house, paying for her little brother's college tuition, owning her own apartment, and buying a straight out recently released honda civic sport made all those sacrifices of skipping multiple invites worth it.

she's sure eren had a similar story.

without another second thought as another alina baraz song swims into her ears, sanaí double tapped the video. and before she knew it, she was ‘reviewing’ than stalking his profile. “he has 715k followers? well damn.”

as sanaí viewed more cinematic videos and pictures, she started to understand why eren was so popular. his quirkiness and authentic personality could draw anyone as it did to her. those sparkling teal eyes sanaí recall from that night piercing from his helmet and overall appearance from the neck down was a heavenly picture. it would make anyone dare not to be banished to hell after witnessing such a sight.

“he doesn’t realize just how much of a gem he is.. huh?” lucky for eren, sanaí wasn’t afraid of sending a dm.

“bro, that video now has over 1.1 million views.. she’s had to have seen it.” eren was conflicted. he wanted to remove the video, but a part of him was hoping she did see it.

should he remove it?

on this late evening, eren had just finished shooting a rolling video with a new sponsor and his friends ony, connie, and armin. it was evident they were all exhausted after 3 hours of shooting given the yawn that escapes from his lips which create a domino effect while packing up, “fuck, my mom probably seen it by now.”

just four years ago, all four towers decided to buy motorcycles and get their motorcycle license after connie finally convinced them in their senior year in college. none of them knew at the time the impact they would have on the youth, inspiring upcoming bikers, and families and friends. they wouldn't change this lifestyle for anything.

armin, the quiet one, without effort got all the women with just a smile and stare from his ocean blue eyes. his blonde curly hair was messy yet still neat as he raked his fingers. his appearance consisted of an all white baggy hoodie and blue fitted jeans paired with expensive white motorcycle boots. connie, the recovering fuckboy, goofy and reckless sported a raven moto lilac hoodie that hid neck tattoos, black jeans, and black motorocycle boots. lastly, ony, the dad of the group given his huge family is known to be blunt as fuck and a huge teddy bear. he pulled the shiesty from over his spinning waves after removing his helmet, and quickly brought his hood over his head since he too wore a hoodie but with a jean jacket attached that also hid artwork on his skin. he adjusted his gold chain in the night wind and walked over to his friends in black jeans and motorcycle boots.

what didn't help was that they all pretty much had undiagnosed adhd but it was never a dull ride with his day one homies. it was a worldwind of comical or chaotic events of connie always humping the air at traffic lights or better yet or any of them. ony cursing out everyone because no one listened to him when he stressed there was a cop, and armin randomly killswitching at traffic lights just for the hell of it.

but if there was a girl that requested a ride, they would all point to eren given his fear of women to tease him. he would close his visor and pretend to be mute bringing intense laughter out of his friends lips. however, whenever a kid asked for a wheelie or a rev, they did so without question.

connie momentarily took off his beanie and rubbed his leopard patch buzzcut, smirking as he cleaned his helmet visor “speaking of moms, how is ms. jaeger?”

eren gave connie a deadpanned facial expression, "my bad." armin and ony laughed loudly, barely leaning on their bikes trying to stay upright while smacking one another at connie harmless jab at eren, "don't fucking play with me."

they both knew connie lived to annoy eren just as they both did. coming down from his contagious laugh, ony says seriously to comfort eren with a hand on his shoulder, “nah but foreal e, don’t trip. if she don’t, then she don’t. you gon be straight either way.”

eren sucks his teeth while looking off into the distance, “i’m deleting it, fuck it.”

“bro”

“nigga”

“pookie”

eren groaned as he tried to escape and step away, while the three of his friends reached out to him, knowing out of the four of them eren was the most easily stimulated. they know after his first relationship, eren changed a lot. it was difficult the first few months, but he turned that pain into making her regret ever stepping out on their relationship.

they all barely went to any parties. they all preferred riding their motorcyles late at night over meaningless sex and expensive booze which surprised a lot of people they considered friends. but they didn’t give a fuck.

while they attempted to talk him out of making that mistake, a notification chimed from his phone.

“see that might be her right now.”

bullshit.

eren pulls his phone out and his eyes widened at the sentence before him. he rereads it then clicks onto her profile to make sure what he saw wasn’t his imagination given he kept checking his direct messages religiously for the first time ever.

[DIRECT MESSAGES]

lifeofsanaí

well since you didn’t ask me, i’ll ask you.

can i be your backpack?

seen

now here eren resided outside her apartment building, double checking himself in his bike mirrors preparing himself to take sanaí wilson, the woman he couldn't stop thinking about out on a bike ride. he could barely sleep the last two days given how excited he was, but sanai had the same experience.

eren and sanaí chatted on instagram back and forth over the next few days until finally and surprisingly, eren sent her his number. both of their friend groups were annoyed yet were so happy in seeing them grin from something the other said to have them make such a contagious expression.

it was too soon to tell where this could go, but even if they both denied it being more than just a just a friendly outing, their friends called bullshit. without any fear, sanaí decided to call eren last night given her miniature nerves. she knew her actions were odd to others looking in, but once she heard eren’s nervousnesses dissipate while talking about legos, motorcycles, his mom, his younger sister, and interested to know more about her career he called it, she knew this was something more.both of them were anxious to see one another.

after showering and brushing her teeth, sanaí was currently rushing around her house with setting powder underneath her eyes and deciding which pair of shoes to wear with a less than extravaganza fit. she decided on a cropped black tube top and low baggy khaki’s sitting low on her hips that did nothing to hide the heavy bottom she genetically inherited. the outfit brought out her curvaceous figure as she walked by her bathroom mirror settling for olive suede pumas on her feet. her normal curly hair was pinned back into a low ponytail and baby hairs swirled to heaven, added just the right amount of class she was going for. the moment she started adding accessories, she hears a notification chime go off.

after adding her rings, heart necklace, and earrings, she dusts off the excess powder with her powder brush and places it into her self-clean makeup box. she takes a double look in the mirror as she sprayed her favorite burberry blush perfume. finally, she topped it all off applying her smeared black liner and gloss.

sanaí grabbed her phone from off of her kitchen counter, reading:

eren 🏍️ <3

downstairs

read

sanaí 😮‍💨🥰

coming (-:

read

while eren waited for her, he couldn’t shake the nerves no matter how hard he tried. he decided to keep his helmet on for the time being, not sure if he wanted to take it off anytime soon. he was hoping and praying the helmet confidence kicked into his blood stream sooner rather than later.

as he leaned against his bike, he shot the visor up noticing he was getting a few stares from apartment residents either walking their dogs or jogging confused as to why a male was sitting in a parking lot in a helmet. he didn’t want law enforcement approaching him whatsoever, so he nervously waved. however, he quickly realized that may not be a good idea. his eyes maneuvered around the area watching the shadows of different items in front of the apartment lobby outside shift as the sun started to set. he noticed this was nowehere near close to a cheap place to live. he applauded her hard work ethic, knowing it was not an easy road.

yea, he stalked her profile .. and?

eren fidgeted with his phone until he heard footsteps nearing him, and his heart damn near stopped.

sanaí waved happily while approaching his bike, her smile causing his eyes to squint hinting he was smiling too, “hi, the man. the myth. the legend.”

eren deeply chuckled as his eyes never left her, and let’s just say he wasn’t the only one taking it all in. he literally towered over her. she didn’t think he was that tall from that night, but here she stood to be proven wrong by that assumption. she almost let out a moan eyeing him from head to toe at his casual attire. it was a fact that he could wear a plastic bag and look better than half of the celebrities attending award shows. brown eyes traveled from all black short sleeve tee that did nothing to hide his patchwork sleeves that complimented his long fingers decorated in clad rings. he paired it with simple black jeans and classic black converse that made such an obvious statement with that consistent present silver necklace she adored sitting perfectly around his beauty mark filled neck.

“wow, that’s how we starting off, hm?” sanaí giggled in response to his child like muffled tone, playing gently with her belly stud piercing as he gathered his other helmet off of his bike. as he turned around, his eyes quickly followed the action that made his jaw clench and one of his nervous hands ruffle the ends of his hair.

“but hello, sanaí.” eren did a small wave, that made the butterflies grow even larger.

she had to know the effect she had on him right?

he had to know the effect he had on her right?

eren licked his lips quickly at the sight of her rolls and small pudge enhancing her curvy waist to her belly button piercing to be even more sexy than it already was. the wide hips he wanted to glide his hands over just did it for him. he was such a fan of women not giving a fuck and breaking stereotypes. he could faintly imagine her looking too fucking good when they fuck-

when?

“you look r-really good, by the way.” sanaí looked up at him, starting to blush from his compliment. he groaned at his stuttering, ready to apologize until sanaí held her hand up, “you better not apologize. eren, just be you, babes. if that’s you stuttering, or whatever else, i don’t care. i wanna see it all, remember?”

she felt like she was in high school all over again but a more mature crush. the way he was looking down at her was everything and anything all in one. both of their hearts could not stop loudly thumping in their chests, hoping neither could hear it.

“okay. s-” eren took a deep inhale before laughing as sanaí squinted her eyes attempting to be playfully angry at him beginning to apologize again. “yes ma’am.”

“but thank you, i just threw whatever on.”

she didn’t. she spent last night and this morning preparing her outfit.

“of course. but, u-um, have you backpacked before?

“never.” sanaí shook her head, as eren stepped to her and her nostrils inhaled his dior sauvage cologne. “that’s more than okay as i’ll go over a few rules. but before that, protection is needed.”

“do we need protection?” sanaí gazed up at him smirking at his reaction. eren swallowed with nervousness trying not to look into her eyes while placing the helmet over her head. he could feel this was going to be a bumpy ride.

“for now, we do.”

fuck

sanaí was trying so hard not to grab onto his abdomen that looked as if was wet. the showcase of his defined abdomen and shoulders catching her eye until he got even closer to clasp the helmet in front temporarily hiding the view.

sanaí fidgeted on her feet as eren started to get high from her delicious perfume and body wash scent, “is it too tight, pretty?”

he didn’t hear a response as he was so focused on securing the helmet underneath. he maneuvers his eyes unprepared for such a lust and adoringly filled gaze. his hands left the helmet, as his jaw clenched again with never breaking eye contact, “no, it’s perfect.”

the way the words fell from her lips, eren felt she was speaking to him. he had never been complimented in such a way that it made everyone woman before sanaí, incomparable. she was it for him, whether she knew it or not.

they both separated once they heard a car alarm go off breaking their intense staring contest. eren cleared his throat patting his bike as sanaí rubbed underneath her necklace, “u-um this is delilah. my baby.”

sanaí cutely steps forward and rubs the bike mirror affectionately, “hi delilah. please don’t drop me.”

eren laughs with playful rolling eyes, “she’s not. i won’t let that happen. but if you don’t want to-”

“i do.”

eren cheeks were starting to hurt from the smiles sanaí caused upon his face, chuckling at her rushed out answer, “okay. so i’ll get on first, and then you’ll hop on, okay?”

once eren is seated, he holds his hands out for her to grab onto, “you see those little metal bars sticking out? they’re called pegs. so place one foot onto one, and then swing your other leg around to place the other foot onto the other but hold onto me for balance.”

sanaí did as eren instructed, his hand grabbing onto her leg to adjust it onto the peg which she found cute, “are you comfortable?”

“i’m good.” an upright thumbs up makes it way in front of eren confirming that she was indeed good. eren and sanaí giggled but his got caught in his throat suddenly when both of her hands wrapped around his small waist.

she’s too much and he loved every second of it

“f-fuck. okay, so the rules are simple-”

eren could feel himself getting hard against the tank once he felt her hands glide across each ridge and groove of his abdomen, “y-you are going to lean whenever i lean. tap my thigh to speed up. and-”

he couldn’t think straight with her hands on his body, but he persevered while explaining, eren groaning out “double tap to slow down. at any time, squeeze my shoulder if you need anything. fuck-”

“someone’s getting handsy.” eren nervously giggled as he cupped and still her hands as he felt her breasts pressed up against his back. he wasn’t sure if he was going to survive this. sanaí smiled at him clearing his throat from her teasing, “okay, the l-last is tapping your helmet like this-” he made a notion with his now gloved hands onto his helmet after he placed your phone and wallet into his bike compartment. “-if you see a cop and just hold onto me at all times, that’s it. need anything repeated?”

“hm hm. i got it, babes.”

now he was hard

“oh, just remember to hold onto the tank when leaning and let’s hope i don’t get spotted today.”

“why?”

“cause i don’t want to be interrupted when i’m with you.” eren didn’t even realize those words had left his mouth so easily since it was said with so much confidence. sanaí arms collected goosebumps from the swoon worthy statement.

but before she could respond, he flicked down his visor and hers, and his bike engine roared once he turned his key.

it sounded so good.

the helmet suddenly connected to his bluetooth, allowing sanaí to hear his deep voice in her ear, “this is cardo, which is pretty much bluetooth for bikers. you’ll be able to hear me and i’ll be able to hear you. ready?”

sanaí spoke into the helmet, while her hands tightened around his waist again with a grin on his face, “whenever you are. where are we going?”

“wherever you want, pretty.”

and they were off.

sanaí was in love with the thrill of it all. she could tell eren was in his element, given his head nodding to the music playing in both his and her ears. she didn’t give him any destination, so eren decided to show her his favorite spot to ride through. as tommy richman million dollar baby traveled through the bluetooth, he switched lanes with such ease. “you good, mama?” he says while tapping her thigh with both hands to the music once they came to a traffic light, feet planted into the ground for balance.

there goes her underwear

“holy shit, yes! this is amazing.”

it is amazing

she was already heating up due to the humidity, but getting more and more wet watching eren change lanes again as if it were a scene out of a james bond movie. his shirt started to move and be picked up by the wind as he sped up and shifted gears, causing her hands to meet hard ridges she daydreamed of touching earlier. eren hissed at the contact just as his bike revved loudly throughout the illuminated tunnel they were traveling under trying not to crash, “t-this is my favorite spot.”

she didn’t understand until the tunnel bypassed in a blur and the scenery that came into view stunned her, “wow, it’s so beautiful.”

it was a botanical garden. vines upon vines wrapped around the railings that hung near the road. flowers poured around the establishment giving the dark edge some type of floral aesthetic. sanaí suddenly felt eren’s hands grab both of hers to spread them, turning her figure into a shape of t, “spread them.”

her legs? cause she will.

sanaí felt the wind caress her skin and roar in her ears like an aggressive plastic bag, as she did as he instructed. she wasn’t scared at all traveling at this speed, eren smiling through his helmet upon hearing her excited squeals as he checked his mirrors and shoulder for any vehicles to change into the next lane.

sanaí was beyond wet at this point, desperately wanting to get to know the guy underneath the helmet but she couldn’t take it anymore. she needed him. she needed his touch.

it was at this point night time. sanaí swallowed as she watched eren fill his tank up as they had stopped and pulled into a gas station for fuel. the scene was happening so slowly in sanaí’s head. his body line ridiculously dangerous with his hair caressing the back of his neck. muscular biceps and back flexing with veins protruding from the minimal movement. to top it all off, his long well-kept fingers gripping the nozzle causing her thighs to twitch. he handled it with such delicacy as if it were made of glass. with eyes in the back of his head, eren says, “i can feel you staring”

“can’t help that you’re so beautiful from behind” eren smirked and blushed as he tapped the nozzle to ensure he got his monies worth before placing it back into its original position before his eyes met her lust and adored filled gaze, “i guess. have you seen yourself?”

“hmm, i have.” sanaí giggled sweetly and comes up towards him, taking a leap in wrapping her arms around his waist. “is this okay? i just wanted to do this.” she waited for eren to push her away, but eren stared down at her, breathing uneven, “y-yea. this is okay but someone could recognize-.” sanaí didn’t care if he was spotted as he hesitates with his hands until sanaí grabs them and immediately wraps them around her bare slim waist and he instantly rubbed there sensually with his hands, “is t-this okay?”

“more than okay.”

to any oncoming lookers, they could sense the love and without a doubt, sexual tension. eren was suppressing himself from touching her affectionately as if she were his girlfriend the whole time. but here she was, making a bold claim on him. he was also suppressing his covered dick with everything within him to not look like a weirdo but when she said these next words, it became even harder.

“you can go lower, if you want.”

eren eyes widened, sanaí smirking underneath her helmet upon feeling something starting to poke into her midsection and it was huge “you sure?”

sanaí nodded, with a pouty look in her eyes.

he was fucked

eren’s breath hitched, as his gaze mirrored hers, hooded and dark. he threw all morals out of the window, fingers slowly caressing her smooth skin and finally to the destination she and he both wanted. in both large hands, each covered cheek was gripped and massaged harshly as that helmet confidence traveled a long way into his bloodstream finally. sanaí moaned and eren groaned at the contact.

“you’re gonna bring out a side to me, you’re not ready for.” eren groaned again once her hands found his weak spot on his neck that triggered a shiver to travel up his arms. he couldn’t believe they were in public doing this, feeling all decency he upheld falling through moral cracks into immoral blackholes. but could anyone blame him?

who was this and what had they done to the oh so nervous eren?

“who says i’m not already?”

she was indeed not ready.

they couldn’t keep their hands off of one another while he rode home. sensual caresses here and there were never ending even once he parked his bike inside of his garage. sanaí pulled back and unclasped her helmet before placing onto the bike handle. while she fluffed the ends of her ponytail, eren slowly started to lift his helmet. "what are you-" sanaí quickly approached to stop him until he interrupts and says, “i want to.. i’m comfortable with you.”

sanai gave him a chance to rethink his decision for a few seconds before giving him the go ahead. as he lifted it and exposed a vulnerable part of himself, she felt the air leave her lungs. he was beyond beautiful. no words left her mouth, cause none could be said. suddenly, sanaí stood on her tippy toes to get a closer look as high as she could and carefully traced each and every detail on his face with the tip of her finger. and he didn’t stop her. nor did he want to. he held her waist with shaky hands, feeling nervous to reveal his identity a second time but sanaí wasn’t her. and he was glad, relieved even.

as both hearts started to beat as one, she took a mental snapshot of each feature he graced her with. the painting presented thick arched eyebrows, a narrow nose and rosy cheeks sprayed with pretty freckles under his intense teal eyes watching her every move. her gaze and finger followed slowly to his chiseled jaw that a blade couldn’t dare compare to. and finally, one of the places she wondered about on the ride here, his tempting moist lips. he was strikingly handsome and just down right beautiful, it was sinful. he put every model she had ever seen in a commercial to shame.

“you’re mesmerizing.”

eren felt warmth seep into his cheeks. with a jaw clenched and licking his lips, eren asks “c-can i kiss you?” sanaí immediately nodded.

he didn’t give her a second to do or say anything else before he started sucking all the air out of her mouth as his lips caressed her top and bottom lip in a dominant battle. sanaí heads turned with urgency as her hands flew to the back of his neck, eren groaning at the taste of her and her at the taste of him. shoes scraped his floor, a squeak emitting from below and another above as he backed the both of them into the one of his car doors, a dodge hellcat. he prayed he didn’t trip the alarm as they found peace and chaos in one another. luckily, he didn’t.

his hands grabbed onto her plump and voluptuous rear as their lips and tongue fiercely connected, a wet squelch echoing in the garage. caress after caress, until eren pulled back momentarily to gaze into her hooded eyes. she whimpered, “what?”

he pressed his forehead into hers, both breathing heavily as he suddenly pulled her by her pants belt loop with his finger, tugging her against him, “can i get a taste, hm pretty girl?” sanaí bit her bottom lip hoping it didn't bleed from how harsh as he whispered those words into her cheek. “yes, please.”

eren's eyes never left hers as he gave another kiss before descending slowly down her body. he kissed her neck, hands flailing to his back from the sensations he was inflicting upon her shivering body, "yes, fuck."

eren was so glad he moved out of the shared apartment with ony, connie, and armin and into his own place. he wouldn't be able to keep her moans at bay, nor did he want to deprive her of letting his neighbors or anyone within a foot radius know that he was the one providing her immense pleasure. just as she was about to remove her top completely, eren pulled it down just low enough to expose her beautiful breasts to the cool air, "leave it just like that, mhm shit."

he gave attention to both, hands caressing each with tenderness. nipples slobbered on as moan after moan left her mouth, “yes, baby.” sanaí kept her fingers in his hair, as he continued to gaze into her eyes with so much lust while making out with her breasts, “hm, yea keep going.”

and as she requested, he disconnected his lips as a string of saliva broke at a length of a distance. sanaí moaning once his large hands rubbed down her sides and his nose and lips grazed her taut stomach. sanaí nodded with a whimper as he kissed around her belly button piercing, hands finally reaching the button of her pants that became undone all while keeping eye contact.

“may i?” sanaí nodded urgently, his hands instantly pulling her pants down her smooth legs after quickly taking off her shoes and socks, and into a pile next to them. goosebumps danced upon her legs while she was just left standing in her white thong and tube top sitting underneath her breasts enhancing her wide hips.

eren pressed his nose into her underwear and inhaled the scent underneath. “hmm, you smell so good.” his hands traced up the front and back of her trembling thighs providing some type of relief. he knew she was pent up given the wet patch that collected onto the fabric and the throbbing of her pussy desperately needing to be filled “please, please.”

eren grinned ear to ear from hearing her beg and whimper, loving the sound of her so broken and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet, “beg again. you sound so fucking pretty when you beg.”

she begged and begged until he raised her left leg onto his shoulder. he shifted his eyes momentarily, simply to stared at the another beautiful sight before him. “never seen a pussy so pretty until yours.” her labia majora was peaking through both sides of the thong, plump and glistening with arousal. he watched as it throbbed once he blew minimal air, causing a trembling groan to leave her lips. she was anticipating all she deserved. until suddenly a crucial thick and tongue licked flatly through the fabric causing her to illicit a squealing moan into a pleasurable giggle, “hmm, yesss fuck.”

it became so filthy, his saliva dripping onto the fabric and floor from every lap and slurp of her labia. eren vanished the existence of there ever being a white thong with his wet tongue. her pussy become so transparent, the thong became second skin, “your pussy tastes so fucking good.”

eren sounded so drunk off the essence that spilled into his awaiting mouth. he never wanted this to end. the only noises they both heard were whimpering and the wet squelch that left his mouth upon making contact with her pussy. eren hummed as he sucked her clit in millisecond intervals, hands spreading both cheeks while watching her face contort in supposedly pain but nothing but the sound of pleasure exited her mouth, “fuckfuckfuck”

with swiftness, eren slid her undergarments underneath one of her thick cheeks and smiled into her now exposed pussy. eren loudly slurped as small bubbles seeped from the side of his mouth like foam. coming up for air, eren let his saliva drool messily onto her clit before bringing two of his fingers and tease the hole he hoped he would soon fill with something else. sanaí whimpered with tears gathered in her lash line as he repeated his pleasurable assault of drooling and slurping the mixed fluids continuously onto her pussy, “you’re gonna make me cum.”

sanaí whined with her head tilted to the side, one of her hands in his soft tresses and the other pinching her nipple, “don’t tell me. do it.” she couldn’t believe the words that were leaving his mouth. this was the same guy that was so afraid to speak to her, he ran away. but now here she was receiving so much pleasure, she was trying hard to run away. “hm hm, take this shit.”

a broken sob left her lips, as he groaned into her wet pussy that was lapped in now figure of eights, pulling her raised leg and hip closer with a strong grip, “take it. be a big girl, and take it.”

“i’m a big girl.” sanaí repeated it over and over as eren didn’t let up his aggressive make out session onto her pussy. he embraced the sinful sight above him of lips spouting gibberish, neck glistening, breasts bouncing, a thin line of sweat beaded upon beautiful skin that trickled down in between her belly button.

he needed more.

“can i…finger you, please?” sanaí couldn’t say no as she feel herself clench and unclench around nothing and leg tighten around his back “yesyesyes.” eren grinned, his greedy tongue quickly worshipping her by flicking her clit as his middle and ring fingers glided easily into her warm and tight pussy once given the okay. a squealing whine left her mouth as her pussy highly anticipated the sweet intrusion.

her insides were so warm and slippery. his fingers exploded endlessly until he was knuckle deep, “you so fucking wet, shit,” he murmured into her pussy after spitting and slurping again, emphasizing and elongated the curse word and adjective making her tighten as if he would pull out any minute.

she could feel herself on the brink of letting go as he drilled harder and cause her whole body to shiver once he curved his fingers hitting a particular spot, “fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

the squelch got even louder with each plunge as he suddenly smacked the side of her rear hard and sucked onto her clit harshly, “mhm, give it to me.”

and she did. nothing came out of her mouth as wetness poured into his mouth and down his chin like liquor, soaking his shirt, “such a good girl, good fucking girl.”his fingers were coated in white as he continued to overstimulate her. eren watched her head tilt forward with eyes rolled back, a high pitched whimper turning into an choked sob come out of her mouth as she swiped her pussy with shaky legs and hands onto his face, “s-shit.”

he cleaned up every drop, not wanting to waste any of it. sanaí ears were ringing, heart beating fast, and legs wobbly from the intense orgasm she just experienced. her toes curled as he slobbered over her pussy again, making her jerk in sensitivity and protest, “u-ungh!”

with one last kiss to her clit, eren stood up and quickly groaned at the taste of her on his fingers in his mouth. sanaí bit her lip while her breathing was still uneven.

she gazes down to see he was bricked. this time, she pulled him by his belt loops and he immediately kissed her allowing her to taste herself. “you’re too good at that, oh my god.” one of his hands immediately disappeared into the sideways fabric and cupped a thick cheek in the palm of his hand to massage while the other lovingly caressed her face with each release and connection of their lips, "you okay?”

sanaí nodded reeling in sensitivity. she lazily smiled still recovering from her orgasm.

he paused once she whispered into his lips , “fuck me, eren.”

“a-are you sure? i don’t want you to think i only wanna have sex with you. like i-” eren hesitates to confess given he’s only known her for a couple of days. sanaí looks up at him, watching his jaw clench and unclench. eyes floating in uncertainty and fear of rejection.

her pussy was throbbing with needy attention. she pressed her forehead against his while looking into his beautiful eyes with her other hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer to her height, “you?”

eren closes his eyes and shakily says, “i really like you, sanaí and i know this is moving fast but i-i can’t help the way i feel.”

sanaí smiles and instantly reassures him by cupping his jaw, having him open his eyes back up “i feel the same way. i really like you too.”

a sensual heartfelt confession transitioned into eren leading her upstairs into his bedroom while she kissed his hand a few times. he refused for their first time to be in his garage. his mom raised him to be a gentlemen even though he wasn’t about to act like one.

sanaí didn’t have any time to take in his decor seeing she was so focused on him. upon entering his bedroom, he gently seated her on the edge of his silk black king bed sheets. she quickly got a quick look over his bedroom. it was simple and minimalistic as she leaned on her elbows as he quickly removed his shirt and pulled down his pants and shoes while never taking his eyes away from her.

sanai decided to properly remove the tube top and underwear too. he didn't want to alarm her with his more than average size, but he slipped them off anyhow and it was lust at first sight.

eren’s dick was thick, leaking precum, and looked to be real heavy. the veins protruding along the base, emphasize his v-line and did nothing to hide his other two friends. sanaí licked her lips with hunger and nervousness as he steps towards her in his defined, and sculpted tatted glory. a dangling chain teasingly letting it be known it would soon be in her face.

sanaí brought her hands towards his face, caressing his back once he joined her in his bed by hovering over her small frame. instantaneously, both of their legs intertwined. a moan and groan escaped their lips at the feel of his twitching dick sliding smoothly up and down her pussy once contact was made, “you’re so big, eren. shittt”

eren nodded as he watched her face contort in pleasure as his head bumped into her clit and separated the labia majora due the thickness below. “hmm, fuck.” his own face mirroring from just the warmth and wetness her pussy provided, “i-i know. do you still want to do this c-cause we can go and play with my lego sets?”

sanaí smiled and giggled at his adorable offer which in return made him laugh. but this was confirmation she’d rather be nowhere else but with him in this exact moment in her most vulnerable state, “i want to, do you?”

eren brought his forehead closer to her, his nose grazing her cheek while he caressed each and every inch of her in this close proximity, eren whimpered “yea, yea i do.”

“then fuck me, please. legos after.” eren nodded, before taking his dick and lined it up with her pussy, making sure to keep eye contact right as he slowly filled her up better than his gas tank, “holy shit.. like fuck. this is way better than legos.”

sanaí eyes rolled back and toes curled from the feel of it all. eren and herself were both breathing heavy and started to kiss while pleasure traveled into their veins, “m-move.”

eren wanted to plunge into her leaking pussy but he restrained himself knowing how much of a punch he packed. he held himself back until she gave the command to do so and that moment was now.

eren continued to fill her up with the rest of his inches, sanaí squeezing around his shoulders and into his hair feeling intense pressure building up again once his pelvis met her pelvis with a plap!, “f-fuck.”

the wetness and sloshing echoed when eren slowly pulled out to re-enter and build up momentum, eyes leaving her fucked out facial expression to see the sinful view below. and oh was it a sight to see her pussy barely look like it could take him but it did, “ah, shit. your pussy feels so good.”

eren’s bent back blocked all her field of view. all she saw was his huge figure, wavy hair dangling with every roll of his dangerous hips, and upper and lower abdomen flexing with each precise movement. unexpectedly, sanaí sobbed with tears down her eyes as her body shivered from a sudden orgasm, his dick throbbing inside feeling her tighten around him.

“ohmygod.. you’re fucking me so goood-” sanaí slurred her words drunk off of his huge cock she could feel deep inside so as far as her stomach. she placed her hands around his neck pulling him closer as he moved one of his hands to harshly grip her ass and go to pound town. the other to holding himself up to not crush his weight onto her.

plap! plap! plap!

“y-yea? you feel good pretty girl?” eren was trying to last, but the blood was rushing from his head straight to his dick. he moaned and whimpered watching her pudge jolt as he delivered mean and precised strokes. “yesyesyes”

her tears stained her makeup face and ‘o’ shaped lips leaking with drool matched the mess they were both making down below. she could feel her arousal leak continuously between his balls and down her crack soaking his bed.

by now sanaí had came two more times due to a new earth shattering angle. overstimulation was kicked in full gear at this point. the sound of chicago gunshots mimicked once his pelvis met her full thick rear. his hand gripped her jaw to tilt her head up as she gazed into the huge mirror planted above that portrayed the backside of his anatomy delivering tantalizing and toe curling thrusts. her ass rippling with every movement underneath in this prone bone position, “u-ungh, you’re gonna make me.. cum again.”

more tears and drool seeped onto his hand as she sobbingly whimpered gibberish. “i know..i know. it feels too fucking good. but keep looking up baby. watch us, hm?” eren could feel himself on the urge feeling his legs shiver and dick throbbing from the vice grip she had on his dick. he was gonna cum any minute now.

“f-fuck.. i should’ve used protection.”

sanaí shook her head feeling his bed provide her clit stimulation everytime her hips plummeted inward, “we did earlier. now cum in me, please.”

eren shivered knowing exactly what she referring to and her evil for saying the magic words. he chuckled and groaned out multiple curse words once he felt her pushing back onto him, “you want me to cum in you.. o-okay.”

she screamed, as he tilted his head forward to talk her through another orgasm, feeling heavenly pleasure while sobbing out a groaned “fuckkkkkkk, yea do that. fuck me back.”

with whatever energy she had left, she did. she fell in love with the way he whimpered and moaned out her name without any ashamed. they both were on a high cause it really was hypnotizing the way he fucked her and the way she fucked him. he cupped her neck and brought her head back even more with a lovely arch, and the view of the mirror disappears. the view was replaced with his pussy drunk expression and sweaty curly curtained around her face, “u-ungh! yes daddy…. f-fuck this pussy up.”

“i’m daddy?”

sanaí nodded as best as she could with the vice grip he had on her neck that was being slightly choked. she felt him suddenly drill harder from the pet name as he kissed her lips sloppily, “yessss, fuck your slut, daddy,” she slurred.

“my slut.”

“your slut.”

“my pussy.”

“your pussy.”

“mine.”

“yours.”

they each muttered into each other lips sexily and drunk off another as the sound of her rear meeting his pelvis with a strong sloshing sound never dissipated. he opened her mouth at one point and drooled a glob of his spit into her mouth before making out with her. “swallow it.” she stuck out her tongue to show him while he continued to deliver assault onto her drenched pussy, “good fucking girl.”. he was becoming very lightheaded as he pulled all the way out and back in a few times just to watch her pussy convulse, needy to have him back into the brim. “p-put it back in..” he hummed out a deep chuckle at her neediness and quickly watched his dick drenched in his and her arousal as if snow had came early this year. she whined ‘pleaseplease’ as he re-entered and reached her cervix with precision.

sanaí couldn’t speak anymore. her voice was gone. she only could whine and whine as he quickly rushed out “i’m gonna cummm, fuck. holy shit.” she moaned out a small “mine” at the feel of him filling her up causing her to have a miniature orgasm to gush onto his pelvis. eren sobbed into her ear as his dick swelled inside releasing all of his love into her never letting up. his hips faltering as he slowed down until their highs vanished.

his body twitched and twitched as the sensitivity took over. he couldn’t move but he had to cause his eyes was starting to droop. “i-i wasn’t too rough was i?”

he removed his hand from her throat, and slowly pulled out with a hiss feeling her pussy still gripping. he licked his lips watching their juices intertwine down her pussy and onto his sheets, “no, i just can’t feel my legs right now.”

“it was soo fucking good. shit.” eren nodded with a chuckled as he gathered enough energy to kiss her sweaty forehead and walk to the bathroom as sanaí lazily picked up her head wondering where he went before he came back. she heard the shower running which activated her needing to pee but she was so comfortable and becoming sleepy rather quickly. she didn’t even want to look in the mirror cause she knew looked like a clown. she knew his sheets were ruined from her ripping and pulling but the final blow was the makeup from her crying out in pleasure.

her pussy ached in the best way as her eyes closed for a minute or two until feeling her head being caressed,

“let’s take a bath and cuddle for a bit, hm pretty?”

“then legos?” he heard her say sleepily say. eren chuckling into her forehead finding her so fucking adorable after she made him cum so hard.

he responds while smoothing down her curly hair, “then we’ll play with legos if our asses ain’t knocked out by then.”

she double tapped. and he finally found his backpack.

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Falling in Love Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!reader

Genre: Rockstar AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Chapter Count: 8 out of 10 chapters (in progress)

Series Summary: When you receive a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you would’ve never in your life guessed the turn of events it takes, when you attend it. Because rockstar Dabi is unlike anything youve ever looked for in a man. But he finds a liking to you.

Content Warnings: 18+ content, heavy substance abuse, use of force (against inanimate objects), mwntions of domestic abuse, mentions of blood, kissing, biting, cunnilingus, blow job, unprotected sex, sex in public places, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, open tags because its not finished yet

Thanks to @/temptedbysyn and @/hunajan for being my betas! All credit goes to Kana @/ficsforeren for implanting this brainrot inside of me with her Rockstar Eren.

Falling in Love

Chapter 1 ⇢ Going to a rock concert was never your thing. But you do, on behalf of your roomie and the night takes some interesting turns.

Chapter 2 ⇢ After Dabi takes you back to his hotel room, you’re in for the night of your life. But the morning after is not like you expected.

Chapter 3 ⇢ After your first night with Dabi, you don’t hear back from him for days. When you do, you share a wonderful time together. But is he ready to face his own feelings?

Chapter 4 ⇢ Having witnessed Dabi cheating on you live on television, you ignore him completely. Until you’re invited to a party by Tenko and meet up with him again. 

Chapter 5 ⇢ You reconciled with Dabi, joining him on his tour. But are the other band members just as excited about it as Dabi is?

Chapter 6 ⇢ Joining Rockstar Dabi on tour, you both finally have the much-needed time to get to know each other better

Chapter 7 ⇢ Getting ready for your first concert with the LoV, Dabi sure takes your mind off of things. But, what does his bandmate Keigo say to all of that?

Chapter 8 ⇢ the first concert proves to be fun and entertaining, but behind the scenes tension is coming to an explosive peak between Dabi, Keigo and you

Chapter 9 – in progress

Chapter 10 – in progress

More chapters? Could be.

LoV Music, Art and Merch - The Platinum Collection

…more Eren drabbles 18+

masterlist

(I will be posting more of these short drabbles to practice writing smut since I’m new to all of this, I do appreciate feedback especially on ways I can better myself so if you have any let me knoww🤡)

⛓ DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CONTINUING TO READ, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT AND THE CONTENT STATED IN CONTENT WARNINGS DOWN BELOW ⛓

pairing: fem!reader x roommate!eren

cw: masturbation (f), overstimulation, mating press, use of the word whore, squirting.

The sounds of your wet pussy squelching are filling the room, your roommate Eren had caught you masturbating and moaning his name. Since he was such a good roommate, he decided to help you out and give you what you were desperately wanting.

“P-Please Eren slo- slow down”

Instead of slowing down, Eren stands up and decides it would be good to fuck you in the air. This position has you stuck, nowhere to go and nothing else to do but take all of his cock. Just the way Eren likes you.

You look at Eren with pleading glistening eyes. “Please, it’s -Ah- t-too much!”

Eren looks back at you with cold eyes. “No it’s not. I’ll show you too much.”

His pace quickens. Eren is drilling your pussy so hard it knocked the air out of your lungs, you cry into his shoulder. He is reaching so deep into you in this position, you feel his tip assaulting your cervix with each hard merciless thrust. Your hole clenches around him and before you know it, you’re shaking and squirting uncontrollably all over him. He still doesn’t stop, he intends to fuck you through this orgasm, and the next one, and the one after until you’re a cockdrunk little whore. He puts you down on the bed, before you know it you’re folded into a mating press. Eren continues the hard drilling, your hole is drooling and gushing all over his cock but it’s not enough for Eren. He won’t stop until you will never be satisfied with anything but his veiny cock, ever again.

pairing: fem!reader x eren

cw: brat taming, orgasm denial, slow fucking use of the word fucktoy in reference to reader and also the word brat, overstimulation, use of vibrator, anal creampie.

Your whimpering and begging is filling the room, but Eren doesn’t budge. Your arousal is dripping all over him and running down your thighs, god knows how long that vibrator has been inside your overstimulated pussy. Eren has you on top of him, sinking down on him slowly, taking his entire length into your ass as his white cum drips out of your hole. He lifts you up easily with his strong veiny arms, only to let you sink down again slowly, more cum drips out. It seems your ass is full of it, every time you sink down it just keeps dripping out of you.

“Please Eren, I wanna cum. I’ve been so good” you whimper.

“No, be quiet and take your punishment. Brats don’t get to cum, they get used as fucktoys.“

Eren is close to cumming in your tight little overstimulated hole again, you clench so nicely around him every time he bottoms out. You want to bounce harder, you’re so close to climax you can practically taste it. The painfully slow setting on the vibrator isn’t helping either. But he won’t let you, he is much bigger than you and it’s easy for him to overpower you and hold you in place..which is exactly what he is doing.

When Eren shoots another load of cum into your ass, you’re so sensitive you quiver and clench around his twitching dick, even the cum dripping down makes you react. You’re so desperate for some friction, so sensitive any small movement does something to you.

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synopsis: After a messy breakup, you require a new job which leads you to work for the biggest porn site in the industry but little did you know that it would lead to the one thing you didn't want.

wc: 8.4k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + repost + porn star au + Toji stalks you and is very possessive and in love with you he's sick with it + you x other character + fingering + you get horny a lot + roleplay + spitting + Toji man handles you + consensual recording + praising + unprotected sex + sending nudes to Toji + sexting + phone/video sex + talks about sex work + blowjob + pussy eating + brief pussy job + breeding + lots of kissin' + snow balling + sensual sex + 69 position + hand job + teasing + nipple play + + feedback is appreciated + any missing tag lmk

for kinktober '23 | PLEASE do NOT use coconut oil as lube! this is written for fictitious purposes only!! also pls forgive me because I couldn't find much information on how to become a porn star so I made things up dfhztht

You looked down at the boxes by your feet with a frown while your dad kept pulling them from your trunk with irritated huffs. “He couldn’t even help you? What a real piece of work. I knew that guy was not a good man.” He muttered picking up a bag with a grunt with you not wanting to correct him on the situation, you didn’t want him helping or coming over to your new place even though he offered.

With no choice, you followed after him holding a box to take in your new apartment after moving out and breaking up with Toji, and naturally, your father couldn’t stand to see his daughter so hurt over a man way older than you.

Not only did he break your heart but kicked you out and left you to fend for yourself, and no matter even if you did tell him, it was your decision, he would still blame him, he’s never liked the raven-haired man since you brought him over to dinner three years ago. 

There was no way you could sleep in the same bed without Toji. He etched himself deep inside you to the point that there were no takebacks, not that you’d want that anyway. You looked around your new barren living room trying to focus your thoughts on something positive like how should you decorate? 

“Will you be okay here by yourself? You weren’t any better off with him, but you know you’re welcome to come back home any time.” Your dad spoke in a soft tone but uttered him with such disgust you could almost taste it in the back of your throat. 

You looked over at him with a soft reassuring smile. “Yes Dad, don’t worry and I know but being twenty-seven and having to move back in with your parents is a little embarrassing thanks for the offer though.”

He stayed and helped as long as you allowed before pushing him out of the door telling him that you’ll lock the doors and windows. Two hours later you found yourself alone laying on your bare mattress on your phone scrolling through it, too tired from earlier to move. 

Your thumb stopped on a post that should’ve been deleted a long time ago on the account you shared with him, a video of you and Toji in bed naked and sweaty in the prone bone position, the audio was on and you could hear his hips slapping your ass with each harsh thrust. 

Instantly you reported the video and debated on texting him feeling an ache grow between your legs, anger bubbling like roiling water in your lower belly as you jabbed at the screen with a finger feeling your head throb with a headache that loomed like a heavy shadow pressing down. 

“Hello sweetheart,” his voice came over the other side in a purr when he answered, the video playing in your head while you chewed on your bottom lip as Toji waited for you to respond while he lounged on the couch, his hand stuck down his pants resting against his boxers listening to your rapid breathing, he cleared his throat and getting your attention.

You sighed and sat up putting him on speakerphone to begin making your bed in order to release some sort of tension. “You need to delete that video of us right now, I reported it immediately! We agreed on everything else going on the account but that one! Why now?”

He listened to you talk while spreading his legs wider wishing you were here instead. “I didn’t mean to upload it. Was scrollin’ through my gallery, the video popped up and I couldn’t resist not watching us. Did you watch it? You can’t tell me you don’t miss that.” Toji replied knowing he has you flustered and aroused thinking about him. 

Thankfully he couldn’t see you, your legs clenched together to relieve the throbbing that made your pussy weep like a maple tree; sticky and sweet oozing from between your pussylips creating a mess in your panties. “Stop! You’re a pervert, don’t do it again, we’re broken up.” You hissed and hung up with a huff. 

Your head rang like a bell causing a migraine to split at the base of your skull, you pushed past the pain and did everything in a haste trying your best not to think about him and his sinful traps to lure you back. It was a very messy breakup, to say the least. He was far too possessive and jealous and he didn't want to let you go so easily. 

Some part of you knew he was always going to be the one who you’d forever talk about no matter what even though he acted the way he did but it was a love story that ended early leaving you with no happy ending. 

After you trudged through your nightly routine you curled into the middle of the bed listening to your neighbor's thump around next door, the sound only made your head hurt worse until it felt like your skull was going to combust. 

Two hours later you managed to fall asleep in a light slumber, your blankets tangled up as you tossed and turned around on the mattress. It’s been two weeks since you’ve slept with Toji and it’s been rough after being with him for so long. 

Four years, two of them living together. Now you felt sad and empty trying to cauterize the gaping wound in your heart but knew it was for the best, too much arguing and not enough communication. There were a lot of physical aspects though to the relationship that weren’t so easily forgotten. 

Your dreams dipped in and out until you finally fully succumbed to a deep sleep, your brain played the memory of you and him earlier. From the beginning of the day of your first year anniversary all the way to the hotel room when night fell bringing out the predator of Toji who devoured you whole leaving nothing to spit out when he was done with you, that night he took your soul and melded it with his in a way that could never be undone. 

A moan slipped free from your lips as it progressed further until your body jerked you awake from a sudden boom on your bedroom wall shaking anything that was on it. You wanted to be mad but also thanked whoever it was that woke you up even though it was very early. 

Dreaming about your ex and having a wet dream is not something you want to relive and hauled yourself out of bed to start the day even though it was well before anyone woke up but it gave you time to check things out on your laptop before starting the day. 

Immediately you pulled up your email while waiting for a new job to write back when you saw a forwarded message from Toji titled Someone else likes your pretty pussy. With furrowed eyebrows, you opened the email and read it feeling your jaw drop to your chest. 

Dear sweetbites21. 

We came across a slew of your videos and we have to say we are impressed with the way you look on camera, then it came to our attention that there was a separation. If you're interested we’d love to have you on set, give us a call soon. 

It was from the biggest porn website that had the best reputation and content, your eyes followed the words all the way down to Toji’s message with a snort. He was clearly jealous that they just wanted you and not him like some package deal. 

You copied and pasted the number down and saved it in your phone intent on calling them later. To pass the time you spent the better part of your day unpacking and cleaning your apartment until everything was done before you rested. 

Every part of your body ached and again you found yourself wishing Toji was here to massage your muscles then you remembered the email and quickly grabbed your phone to rid yourself of those thoughts. 

When you dialed the number you sat back on the couch and tucked your legs under you waiting for someone to answer feeling your palms sweat. “Hello. This is Yui with Sex Simplified. How may I direct your call?” A voice soft and sweet spoke on the other side when the phone clicked. 

“Hi, I just got an email last night about someone…” You broke off feeling a lump form in your throat thinking about Toji knowing he helped get you here, you gave her your name and information along with the username then listened to her type fast and quickly. 

You waited a few minutes and looked down at your cushion rubbing along the material with your thumb. “I’m going to transfer you to our manager, have a good day.” Yui then switched the lines making the phone ring again for a minute. 

“This is Aina.” It was clearly another female this time, she sounded older and warmer welcoming you. “Yes, hi, I just spoke to Yui. My ex sent me an email you sent to our couple account email.” You told her getting directly to the point. 

She hummed softly and turned her computer on typing in the background. “You’re part of sweetbites21, right?  I’ve watched a few videos and I really am impressed, you’re perfect for the camera with the way you work your body.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your face flush with warmth at the praise. “Thank you so much, that means a lot and I am yes, we got that name the night for the very first video we uploaded with food play and we left bites all over each other.” The last part wasn’t necessary but just in case you explained it anyway. 

Aina snorted a little and finished typing. “Your ex has a monster cock that would get views for sure, but we’re interested in only female leads right now so would you like to set up an interview with us?” She asked leaning back in her seat hoping you’d say yes knowing how much money you would be bringing in and she also knew that their star male case lead would love you. 

The way she said monster cock made you burn with a mixture of things, longing to feel him inside you and jealously because she’s seen it, but so have other people and for a long time he was yours and you knew he was madly in love with you and had no eyes for anyone else. 

“Sure! I’ve never done anything like this before though.” You replied hesitantly, this was different than just recording you and Toji, this was the big league and you’d be filmed with someone else, not your ex who knows your body inside and out. This would be a huge break for you, however. 

“That’s what they always say, and I know you haven’t, just homemade videos with Monster Cock. Next Thursday can you be here around eight pm? We’ll conduct an interview then if everything goes well then you’ll meet our male lead, everyone loves him and you will too.” 

You blinked at how sure Aina was sure of herself and found yourself nodding even though she couldn’t see it. “Uh, yeah I assume you’ll send me the location and stuff via email?” You asked feeling your stomach roll and your shoulders hike already even though it was a week away now. 

Tuesday evening you found yourself in the aisle of the grocery store under lights that flickered, something that reminded you of a horror movie. Even though you knew it wouldn’t happen you still waited for the zombie apocalypse to start when you heard a throat clear from behind followed by a memorizing voice. “I just need to grab those mini cakes if you don’t mind.” 

You turned around and looked at the person - no, it was more like a God. Tall and lanky with snow-white hair that framed a very pretty face with eyes that looked like water from the bluest glaciers, so bright and vibrant which only ended up distracting you from actually moving out of the stranger's way. “S-sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You explained with a sheepish smile. 

The man hummed with a knowing smile as he reached out with one long slender arm grabbing two cakes of different flavors, the scent of clean laundry along with the faintest hint of vanilla wafted off him invading your nostrils. He smelled heavenly. Your eyes almost fluttered shut and your mouth began to water at the sight of him and how good he looked in his shirt that molded to him so perfectly and how soft his hair looked even under the lights. You wanted him. 

You wondered why you were acting like a dog in heat wanting to all but hump the man's leg knowing who he is or what his name is, you just know that he’s intimidating and you like that. It’s been a month since you’ve been single and felt the touch of a human is what you chalked up the rush of hormones to be, all you wanted was to be loved and caressed again. 

He definitely has the fingers and hands for it, lewd thoughts popped into your head of him fingering you in your car before folding you in half. “Do you want a picture or something?” The man teased as he watched you eye fuck him right in the middle of the store like a desperate stay-at-home wife who was bored and lonely at home wanting to be ravaged by someone. 

“Sorry.” You stammered and gripped your basket turning on your heel to walk away from him and the strange meeting, the feelings never dissipated even when you got out of the store after buying a few random items in haste before you ran into him again knowing you’d stare at him. 

The cool air made your skin break out in a wave of goosebumps as you walked to your car under the dark sky with a heavy sigh. Even with how beautiful it looked outside, the weight of everything has hollowed you out into nothing but a husk of your former self. The blue-eyed man was a loop that played in your head on the drive home followed by Toji who had a sixth sense. 

You looked down at your phone seeing his name and number glaring back at you when you pulled into the parking lot weighing your options on what to do, however, curiosity got the best of you. “Hello?” You answered and got out of your car grabbing your bags then made your way upstairs with quickened steps to the front door. 

“Heard you got the job working for SS, I’m not surprised. I told you we shoulda sent a video into them when we were together, you’re really going to let some other guy fuck you? I look forward to watching your new videos to see how you fake an orgasm for some cash.” He deadpanned clearly annoyed with the turn of events. 

Even though he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes and pushed the door open stepping inside to take your shoes off. “What I do is none of your concern anymore so don’t question what I’m doing. Is there anything else you need before I hang up?” You asked with an attitude. 

Toji chuckled making you shiver for a different reason now. “Have a good night princess, I’ll see you soon.” He declared giving you a warning before he hung up leaving you stunned as you stared down at your phone frustrated after the conversation. A hot bath was needed to douse this feeling that welled inside your core, a mix of burning rage and a need to be fucked hard. 

When you sank into the bubbly water you held your phone scrolling through the videos of you and him, your pussy throbbed desperate to get filled, with a lust-riddled brain full of nothing but wanting to get off you FaceTimed Toji angling the camera to face your soapy tits making sure your nipples were covered. 

His face popped up in the small box in the corner confused at first then you watched as his lips pulled back in a grin seeing you naked and wet making you want to lean in and kiss his scar. “That sure didn’t take long. Now look at ya calling me all desperate.” He crooned and followed your hands that moved away from your breasts hearing him grunt seeing your perky nipples. 

You should feel embarrassed and you are a little but not enough to stop you as he teased watching feeling his cock throb hot and heavy wanting to feel your soft skin under his hands, knowing how he’d give anything to be there right now. “Make me cum Toji…please, I want to so bad.” 

“Touch my pretty pussy for me since I can’t, spread yourself nice and open.” He commanded in a dark growl before cocking his head with a smirk. “Actually, why don’t you be a good girl and rinse off then get into bed so I can see you better?” You listened to him and ended in bed a minute later naked and mostly dried off, patches of water still stuck to the parts you didn’t get. 

When you got comfortable you spread your legs and angled your phone between them making sure he got a good view. “Aw look, she’s crying for me, I bet she just wants to be sucked and fucked. Poor thing, now swirl your finger around your clit.” Instantly you parted your pussylips and used your middle finger to rub the swollen bud with a soft whine arching for more. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and didn’t get to see Toji pulling his dick free spitting down on his open palm before wrapping his fingers around the base and jerking himself off to you thrusting two digits inside your soaked pussy and moaning his name so prettily and broken. “So wet ‘f me.” 

He watched you with low eyes. “I’m coming over, we’ll give our fans one more video. What do you say, princess? Want to sit on my cock?” His question pushed you over the edge thinking about him splitting you open around him, your cunt gushing around your fingers instead. 

You pulled your fingers out slowly when you came down a little huffing. “You are not coming over here. I can’t let that happen, this was a private moment between us, don’t ruin it. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but thank you for helping me out. Have a good night.” He chuckled before you hung up and shut your phone off for the night letting sleep take over and giving you a break from the stress even for a brief moment. 

Thursday evening two hours before eight you stood in the shower scrubbing each inch of your body unsure what was going to happen, was it going to be an interview before having to show off your skills? Either way, you wanted to be prepared and brushed your teeth once you got out of the tub and dried off to get dressed. 

It was a dress that was suggestive but still modest. You’ve seen the casting couch videos before and picked out your outfit based on that, the company didn’t seem like that type though so you also kept it on the classy side. Once you checked everything over you got ready for the car outside. Aina said they’d send someone to come and pick you up at your apartment. 

True to their word a very sleek vehicle pulled up and an older gentleman got out to open the back door before he ushered you in then he got back in the driver's side and took off. The drive over to the studio was filled with the soft songs from the radio that kept you company until you arrived, just like when he picked you up he opened the door again, this time helping you out. 

Following the directions from the email you read again before getting picked up you walked inside the all-glass building, the windows so dark you couldn’t see the lights on inside which added fuel to the fire you felt growing inside. “Here we go.” You muttered and pushed the doors open to an all-modern waiting room, it was a subtle blend of yellows oranges, and reds. 

You didn’t feel as nervous anymore when you greeted the handsome male behind the desk in the middle of the room, he was warm like the room. “Hi, you want to take the elevator up to floor three. Room 204. Have a good evening.” With that, he handed you a key card and sent you on the way down the hall to the set of elevators. You stepped in the first one and went to the third floor. 

When you stepped into the hallway it was quiet as you read the door numbers feeling your stomach flip until you reached the correct one and knocked before using the key card to step inside, the same color scheme as downstairs, this time it was a small lounge with low lights and pulsing music, this time you were greeted by a very beautiful woman who wore a black leather corset and thigh-high boots, in her hand she held a whip with the same material as her outfit. 

“Hello, sorry you caught me during a shoot, but I’m ready if you are, and it’s finally nice to meet you.” She spoke as she faced you, her hair cascading like a waterfall. This was Aina? 

 “Yeah, you look….” You trailed off and felt your face flush as you sat on the couch she pointed to with a knowing grin, it threw you off guard a little to be her in her presence, her breasts all but spilled out of the tight top that pushed them together. “It’s nice to meet you too.” You ended up saying not sure what to say as she sat across from you crossing her legs with a laugh. 

She sat her whip next to her and leaned back. “So to start off with we do STD screenings on everyone, and at least ask if you can give us your past partners if applicable. I know you were with Monster Cock for a while if I remember correctly? We also have papers for you to fill out and sign if you want us to hire you.” Aina spoke, her cherry-red lips looked glossy. 

Anytime she says that you can’t help but feel a stirring between your legs. “I’m fine with that and yeah, I was with him for four years and it was only him.” You replied shifting your weight and looked at her with a soft smile and a nod. She mirrored your smile and grabbed the clipboard with a pen attached to the side of the table that separated you two and handed it over. 

You filled in the basic information at first then flipped the page reading the questions about your kinds, hard and soft limits. Aina watched until you were finished thirty minutes later, your wrist ached from writing for so long. “Good girl, you’re the perfect applicant and would fit in well with Gojo.” She said with a grin and put her hand in the air doing a come hither motion. 

A second later the door in the corner opened to reveal the man you stared at Tuesday, he looked different in this setting, a predatory smile showing off white pearly teeth. “Hi -” He stopped when he saw you, your eyes wide as sauces as you stared at him again with an open gaping mouth. “You two know each other already?” Aina asked interrupting the staring contest. 

“No, we just saw each other the other night for the first time…this is my new coworker?” You asked, your own voice sounded foreign. Talk about a small world, but you didn’t think it could actually be this small. Gojo sat down next to Aina confirming your answer, his long legs spread wide open and instantly you could envision yourself between them, his cock in your mouth. 

She smiled and nodded patting his knee. “Yes, and he is going to have to finish the interview, I have to finish something up. I’ll get a hold of you soon, thank you so much for coming out.” Aina told you with a wink before she disappeared through the door Gojo came out of leaving you two alone, the only sound in the room came from the clock in the corner with a plant and a painting. 

You shifted again in your seat and looked at him. “So how does this work? I filled the paperwork out and she said we’d be perfect together…” Your voice trailed off as you played with your fingers in your lap feeling naked as he stared at you intently, his head cocked to the side. Those blue eyes of his scanned your entire being from your feet to your eyes with a grin. “You’re hired.” 

“Okay, now what?” You asked again feeling your skin heat up as he leaned in, the smell of vanilla whirled around you like a cashmere sweater, after being with Toji you’d think you wouldn’t be so high-strung to be around someone so cocky and carefree but you were. His smile reminded you of someone who won the lottery. “We can get something to eat if you want?” 

You didn’t expect him to ask that. “I ate already, thanks though. Can I read up on what you like and stuff before I dip?” His white brows raised at the first part of your sentence before they dipped then furrowed at the end, he nodded anyway then stood up and walked to the door again leaving you alone for a moment to collect your thoughts. 

A few minutes later he emerged with a file stuffed with papers that he handed to you once he got close enough. “Aina will get a hold of you for everything else, and if you want you can stay and we can talk instead of reading each other's files, don’t you think in person is better?” He asked sitting back down on the couch manspreading while letting his long arms hang over the couch holding your gaze as you squeezed the papers tightly. 

His stare made you want to crawl out of your skin, it was heavy and he was intent on making you squirm a little. “I do yes, I assume I can get a ride back home then?” You countered getting a nod before setting his file back on the coffee table and leaning back to cross your legs. 

“What made you want to get into this type of work?” Gojo asked, his interest piqued. A fleeting memory of how it all started flashed behind your eyes when you closed them for a moment, it felt like so long ago when it did and now here you ended up; employed at a very secure job. 

You started to undo the straps of your high heels when he leaned in to do it for you instead, his long slender fingers hooked under the thin leather brushing against your skin adding to the raging fire that built between you two. He opened his mouth when your phone rang, piercing the sexual tension like a sharp knife, you jerked back at the sudden sound and snatched it. 

Toji’s contact information glowed against the darkened room. A taunting reminder that you couldn’t get any peace with him around, even though you two were broken up. “I’m so sorry, I need to answer or it will not stop ringing.” You told Gojo and picked your phone up to answer it. 

“Why not just shut your phone off? It’s not like you have to answer it, mhm?” He questioned pausing your movements to actually hit the green button. It was the truth, that’s all you had to do and ignore him, but why did you want to do the opposite and answer his every beck and call? 

You pressed the ignore button and shut your phone off setting it back on the table before you were in Gojo’s lap, each thigh on either side of his straddling him, your arms wrapped around his neck pressing yourself into him, your mouth found his in a deep kiss. He was the first one to part your lips massaging his tongue with yours, his hands traveled down to your ass slowly. 

With your dress bunched around your hips Aina stepped inside the room with Toji who looked irritated and a little smug knowing he ruined the moment between you two. “Oh my God! What are you doing here?” You huffed and scrambled off Gojo’s lap and glared at your ex-boyfriend. 

“Didn’t I say I’d see you, princess?” He asked with a smirk now as the other two bodies in the room migrated to the door again wanting to give you two alone time after an awkward moment, the room was tense and full of simmering anger as you and Toji looked at each other when the door clicked close. You grabbed your shoes and sat on the couch putting them on ignoring him until he was sitting next to you, his hands on your waist. 

Green eyes melted into yours, a silent conversation passing between you two as he fisted the soft fabric of your dress. You wanted to give in to the magnetic pull so bad, let him kiss you, and eventually fuck you on the couch until you’re a screaming mess. “Toji…you just ruined my interview.” You scolded him with a scoff as you pushed him back and pulled away. 

“I know, that was the whole point. I don’t know why you keep running when you know I’m going to catch you. Do you think I’m going to let you go so easily, princess, and let you do this? I love you.” He replied with a slight grin as he took hold of your wrist pulling out all the stops, his lips connected to the back of your hand with slow sensual kisses holding your gaze intensely. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away from him and jerked your hand away from his hold. It wasn’t a lie, he does love you, the problem was he loves you too much and it sounds crazy when you don’t want to be with someone like that but it was a pressure you couldn’t handle anymore, all the questions and the smothering was the final straw. 

Toji let his hand rest on the small of your back waiting for a response. “You need to go, I’m serious. I can’t believe you followed me here! This is getting ridiculous I hope you know that.” You muttered and turned your head to feel his fingers curl around your jaw in a gentle hold. 

“Say it one more time and I’ll really go, but don’t expect me to answer your next phone call when you want to cum so bad.” He answered darkly and let go then moved you off his lap and stood looking down at you with an unreadable expression gracing his handsome face, his eyes clouded with a profound sadness waiting again for you to tell him it was finally over even though it tore you apart as well to let him go. 

You curled into yourself and looked away from him still afraid to meet his look. “Go.” It was all that could be mustered feeling unshed tears sting your eyes. He stared at you for a moment longer then finally left leaving you totally alone until Aina came back in to comfort you and balm the waterworks you let loose sobbing against her shoulder with fat rivers streaming down your face. 

A little after two weeks the whole embarrassing ordeal of your interview and makeout session was ruined by Toji you didn’t hear from him, no text or call giving you the reality of what it’s like not to have him in your life, something you didn’t quite like, the hole inside your chest only grew deeper and wider. It was a Friday night you stood in the kitchen and rubbed your face as you sighed and read the email from Aina. 

The meetup for the first shoot was tomorrow night, a cliche roleplay video between a masseur and his lonely housewife of a client wanting to feel the touch of a man so bad she’s willing to cheat on her husband for an orgasm. Having Gojo’s fingers like that on you wasn’t bad, and thankfully he’s been talking to you via texting and sometimes FaceTime calls during the last few weeks to see how you’ve been doing and to make you more comfortable around him. 

You felt like you and he were meant to be friends nothing more and having sex with Gojo seemed strange in a way, and you knew that you pushed Toji away but his failing to see what he was doing was wrong is something that couldn’t be ignored. It was pathetic almost how much you missed your ex-boyfriend, however, you couldn’t give in to the weakness and his charms. 

Twenty-four hours later you found yourself on the massage table naked with a towel covering you, the scene was practiced for at least two hours before any shooting began. It was time to actually do it. “This is the fourth time you’ve visited me, Miss. Aki. Did you pull something again?” Gojo asked when he stepped onto the set with a bottle of oil in his hands and a grin. 

He was supposed to be clueless and let you come onto him and take what you wanted. “I did yes in yoga class I think it was, it’s sore and I can’t spread my legs.” You replied with a fake pout looking at him, your eyes heavily rimmed with mascara and lips a clear glitter and glossy. Gojo came closer to the side of the table and rested one hand on your forearm with a reassuring look. 

It was hard not to really think about the many cameras facing you two as you smiled at him and ran your hand up his bare arm. “Thank you,” You told him sultry and watched as he poured a generous amount of the warmed coconut oil into his palms rubbing them together before beginning on your upper left thigh, his hands gliding against your slick flesh pushing the towel. 

Your heart lurched at being touched like this, in your lower belly you felt a pull the more Gojo continued and moved to your right leg, his hands coming incredibly close to your bare pussy that begged to be touched. He made small conversation, mentally reading the script in his head. “Do you charge extra for more?” You asked holding his wrist and guided it to between your legs. 

Gojo couldn’t help the surprise that took over his features just at how soaked you really were, the tips of his fingers collected your wetness and found your clit rubbing it slowly. He leaned down to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on your bare chest until he finally reached your nipple drawing the bud into his warm mouth, his hips languidly and mindlessly humping the table. 

You arched your back forcing more of your tit into his mouth when he slid two fingers inside your drenched pussy at the same time you curled your fingers into his hair pulling him closer, the feeling of him inside you hitting all the right spots made your head spin. “Don’t stop!” It wasn’t fake the way you begged and moaned for Satoru to keep going until you came around his fingers. 

He abided and kissed his way down to the valley between your breasts over the soft hills of your stomach until he reached your clit, his tongue swirled against it, and the sweet coconut exploded on his tastebuds from the oil that was used for your massage that Satoru continued with his free hand until your ass cheek was in his large open palm. “Toji!” You moaned rolling your hips. 

Everyone stopped and the director called cut. Satoru froze with a frown and pulled his fingers out leaving you to feel empty. “Oh - I am so sorry!” When your brain caught up with what you mumbled, you looked flustered and apologetic, it was a total slip of the tongue that was embarrassing and it ruined the entire mood for the video. 

The white-haired man turned away for a second before he sat on the edge knowing aftercare is important and drew circles on your hip. You were still high from your orgasm as you huffed angry at yourself for even thinking about him. “I really am sorry, I have no idea why I even said that - ” He interrupted you with a head shake as he pulled his hand away and looked at you. 

“Because you still love him, it’s clear you do to anyone who has seen you two together, and he feels the same about you. I think maybe you two should do a video, there is a lot more chemistry.” Satoru murmured and looked back at Aina who stood perched on the edge and came forward when he got up and she took his place with a sympathetic look on her face. 

She pulled you against her once the towel covered your body again. “What do you want to do?” It was a question you didn’t have an answer to. Would Toji come if she called him? It was true what he said, but couldn’t stomach the fact that he seemed to be the one for you and the same goes for you as well, it was an unmistakable love that couldn’t be denied no matter what. 

An hour later Aina had you dressed in something comfortable after a shower and curled up on the couch in the room you first met her in. “I got him to agree to come in, are you sure you’re ready to face him and do a video?” She asked again and plopped down next to you with a heavy sigh waiting for Toji to show up. 

“Maybe not a video, I don’t know yet but I do want to talk to him alone first then if it ends up like that then yes, however, I think it will.” You spoke the truth, makeup sex was like a prayer in your relationship that fixed whatever bump appeared in the relationship. She nodded and opened her mouth to speak when the door swung open and Toji walked in leaving the door open for Aina in a silent way to tell her to leave, his presence demanded attention, at least from you anyway. 

You sat up and looked at him before bidding your new friend and boss goodbye and watched as she left leaving you and him alone. “Thanks for coming, I didn’t think you would but I'm really glad you did.” You murmured first breaking the tense silence and watched as he crossed the room to sit next to you in two strides, reminding you of the last time you both saw each other. 

His smell was all-potent male; a warm blend of tobacco and whiskey that made your pussy clench and throb, you wanted to lean and nuzzle your face in his shirt. “I love you too, and when we were filming I moaned your name when I came, and he was only fingering me…we would have better luck doing this together, you’re the one for me, I don’t want anyone but you anyway.” You whispered looking at him feeling your stomach curl as he stayed silent for a few minutes. 

Toji hummed at your admittance and leaned in until his lips brushed against yours then you were yanked into his lap, his mouth was onto yours in a claim and possessive kiss. “I hate that another man touched you like that and made your cute cunt cry out, I think we need to rectify that, huh?” He asked and kissed your jaw and neck leaving love bites behind, a mark of him. 

“I don’t know why you kept running away when I’m always going to find you sweetheart, it was pointless. I missed you.” He almost growled as Toji nuzzled his face into your neck, his hands becoming greedy and exploring your body pulling your shirt up to knead his fingers into your hips before he pulled away to tug the fabric off and toss it to the floor leaving you topless. 

You climbed off his lap and went to the corner turning the camera on and making sure it was facing the couch and shed the rest of your clothes on the way leaving a trail of discarded fabric before you got back on his lap finding solace in his cradle from being away for so long. 

With no bra on he focused on your peaked nipples that ached to be sucked on and pinched, one large hand came up and cupped one breast. “It was absurd to think I could, mhm?” You shot back with a grin as you threaded your fingers through his soft raven hair kissing him again, your tongue swirled with his until a bridge of spit connected your lips when you pulled away from him. 

His lips curled into a smile letting his hands continue to grope and feel up your body until you sat naked in his lap. “Get naked too, don’t let me be the only one here.” You told him with a pout and tugged on his soft gray shirt that hugged his muscular body. He chuckled, reached behind him, and pulled it off in one fluid motion. “You do the rest for me, princess,” Toji said with a smirk. 

You were quick and got on your knees and tugged off his sweatpants and boxers until he was naked before sitting up more to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, the flesh warm and silky as you jerked your hand up and down using the pre-cum as a lube before you leaned in and sucked on the swollen head with a groan looking up at him before taking more of him in your mouth. 

Toji rested one hand on your head and followed the movement as you bobbed up and down letting the spit that gathered in the back of your throat to cover his throbbing dick until you gagged around him, your pussy fluttered wanting attention which he knew. “Sit that pretty pussy on my face and you can continue to suck my cock, sound good princess?” He asked huskily. 

“Yes, I missed doing that so much, only you can make me feel this good.” You praised and watched as he settled on his back before he helped you get situated, your thighs straddling his face at this advantageous point he could see the clear sticky stringy slick bridged from your pussylips creating a mess that he wanted to clean up, his tongue sucked on your clit once you sat fully down on his face. 

His hands massaged your ass as you went back down on him, the fat mushroom tip of his cock hit the back of your throat while your hips rolled against his face chasing your own high, it was lewd; the wet sounds of you sucking his cock like you were slurping a thick milkshake and him he acted like this was the last time he was going to be able to get anything to eat ever again. 

You’ve never felt so wet between your legs like this as you gripped his thighs intent on making him cum, your hand came down to cup his sack rolling it in your hand gently while fucking his face with no shame feeling the ball of pleasure tighten in your lower belly as he made out with your pussy slowly with tender kisses and licks spreading you open while bucking his hips up. 

Toji moaned against your wet cunt growing closer to his orgasm when you sucked his head and let go of one of your ass cheeks to hold your head down excited to feel your throat tighten around him like this again, this time he’s the lust-riddled one filling the back of your mouth with his warm cum. He tapped your ass and pulled away. “Don’t swallow just yet, cum for me.” 

He sat you back down on his face, his tongue swirled against your clit again as you struggled to keep his load that mixed with spit and trickled from the corner of your mouth, a moan threatened to slip free but you kept down and creamed on his tongue with a grunt experiencing the best orgasm you’ve ever had, your body went limp making it easy for Toji to tuck you into his lap. 

His hand held your cheeks and squeezed them watching his thick cum oozed from your swollen and shiny lips. “Such a pretty sight, so cute, you still taste like a delicacy.” Toji pushed into your mouth with his thumb and watched as you sucked on it before pulling away to kiss him transferring his own release into his mouth, it was vulgar the way he swallowed it all no issue. 

When you pulled away completely it was easy to melt into his warm naked embrace before you attempted to sit on his knees and rub the length of his leaky cock between the lips of your sticky pussy, his finger followed along the smooth ridge of himself gathering your slick lubing his cock up letting the tip catch on your soft hole. “This will always be my pussy, ya know that? I can’t believe you thought that guy could make you feel this good, huh? Nod if you know what I’m saying. Don’t tell me you’re already tapped out.” He chuckled and pinched your cheeks. 

Toji nodded your head for you with a dark grin as he glided his cock in the seam of your cunt before he used his strength to manhandle you on your back spreading your legs obscenely wide which in turn parted your pretty pussylips coated with a beautiful shine of tangled slick. “‘S sexy, you’re fucking perfect for me.” He groaned and cupped your entire heat in his palm with a grin. 

He was sure the camera caught the angle of him having you spread out open on the couch, his arms keeping you pinned down knowing exactly what it was you craved the most; and he was the only one who could grant you the mercy of coming again until there you were laid spent. 

You looked up at him with a flushed face and glassy eyes, there was no way for you to go with his arm pressed against the back of your knees keeping you spread out open for him. “Nowhere to run, take my cock like you were meant to.” He muttered drunk on the need to feel you sucking him in even though there you murmured he was too big when Toji pushed past the soft muscle of your cunt slowly until he was bottomed out making sure you felt each ridge and vein of him. 

The both of you let out a collective gasp of pleasure as Toji moved his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. His thrusts were slow and methodical showing you just how much he missed you, each roll of his hips brought you closer to the edge, with the way he positioned himself he considered himself one of the luckiest men ever to be able to see you take him so well. 

Toji pushed one of your legs further back pressing it against your ear almost as he planted one foot on the floor and slowed his pace savoring the feeling of how your pussy felt wrapped around him. He bent at the waist and leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue playing with yours in a passionate makeout session, his hot breath panting against your flushed skin. 

With him on top, it was impossible not to feel so full of him and at this angle, the tip of his cock hit the right spot with each thrust while his pelvis rubbed against your clit. “I love the way you look under me, so vulnerable and cute.” His lips left a trail of hot kisses down your neck and you felt your heart flutter. You moaned in pleasure as your body trembled in anticipation. 

His mouth found yours again in another sensual kiss feeling your orgasm erupt. Your cunt pulsated around him trying to milk him for everything he has. “Toji! Feels so good!” You moaned with a slack jaw, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he drug you up and down the length of his cock, his hand brushed away your hair in a caring and gentle manner. 

“I know princess, you’re milking me ‘s good, should fuck a baby into you, would ya like that?” He grunted giving you some reprieve when he tossed your leg over his shoulder letting it dangle as he fucked you through your high, the idea of your belly swollen and round with his baby made Toji feral, his cock throbbed deep inside you as he stopped his movements pinching your cheeks again with another chuckle. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at him with lust-blown pupils. He nodded your head then shook it side to side. “Did you understand me?” He asked repeating himself anyway before you got the chance to respond. You nodded your head of your own volition wanting it as well, it was something that you’d thought about before and you both have discussed marriage too. 

He grunted deep in his throat grinding himself against you, his orgasm hit him hard as he emptied himself inside your wet soft pussy until it leaked out around him despite him keeping you plugged up. Toji turned his head and pressed feather-light kisses to your ankle. “I really missed my princess, come home with me?” He asked and looked down at you. 

Your heart shuddered in your chest as you reached out to link your fingers with his. “I will stay the night with you, but I think I’m going to stay at my apartment, show me how serious you are first then we’ll go from there.” You told him, and even though he would like if you did move back in he agreed and made a vow to change his ways if that meant you’d come back to him fully.