Basketball Player Ony X Black Spiritual Reader
basketball player ony x black spiritual reader
warnings: he sucks the soul out yo p**sy!
part two here
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The beginning of your second semester was in just a few days and to say you were excited was an understatement. Right before the first semester ended, you had undergone a ‘second’ spiritual awakening, as you like to call it. You decided you were tired of meaningless sex, worn out from talking to random guys, knowing they were leading nowhere; it never felt aligned with your spirit. The man you were having a fling with was supposed to be just that, a fling. But, of course, you ended up catching feelings.
It was ironic since you were the one who labeled it so as not to catch feelings, but of course, the universe reminded you that your soul wasn’t like that. Sex was an extremely big deal for you, so while he was attractive and could put it down better than the average man, his lack of appreciation was evident. His disrespect left you no choice but to sever ties completely; you blocked him on all socials, removing him from your life completely.
That same week, you had taken the time to really connect with the spiritual side of yourself again. You went back to doing shadow work to confront and shed your limiting beliefs while unpacking your trauma. Starting meditation again became a part of your daily routine, and you even started watching podcasts giving advice on how to liberate yourself from your past.
You started to take care of your physical health, too, signing up for a gym membership and eating full meals with a lot of protein to get your ass right. You were feeling like yourself again, and the feeling of liberation it brought was profound.
You had reevaluated your opinion and feelings toward money, too, deciding that every cent spent would be towards elevating your life one way or another. The universe, naturally rewarded your high vibration, drawing abundance to you in unprecedented ways. Your college sent you a generous check of $10,000, which you ensured was put to good use.
And fast forward just two months into your second semester, it was.
Your life had ascended to an entirely new level: your lashes were consistently sitting pretty, you were opting for waxing every 3-4 weeks, and your wardrobe underwent a complete overhaul- all in shades of pink, of course.
While you always prioritized your hygiene with the money your parents provided you with, now it was tenfold. You invested in new skincare and body care, and your hair flaunted a freshly laid style every 2-3 weeks. Your appearance radiated beauty, mirroring the inner confidence you felt. Thanks to your mindset, showed up as your best self every day.
In your macroeconomics class, you pondered all this, sitting adorable in a light pink tracksuit. The zipper of your sweater was slightly lowered, revealing your perky breasts, while a subtle smile graced your full brown glossed lips. You snapped out of your daze when you heard a whisper of your name from behind you.
“Y/n,” his deep, husky voice caused an immediate reaction within you. Your body moved on its own accord to face him, Onyankopon. Your attraction toward him grew slowly but gradually; it crept up on you unexpectedly. You remember when you first looked at him, immediately struck by his towering stance and commanding presence.
Despite your own tall stature, standing at an impressive 5’8, you were accustomed to men around your height or just slightly taller. It came as a surprise when you found yourself having to crane your neck to meet his gaze. What made your panties drop was his need to bend down slightly to catch your soft-spoken words. This was new.
The universe has to be testing you. What other reason could there possibly be? The way he looked at you, so deep into your soul when he asked you a question about the group project your professor assigned. His gentle manner of speaking made it feel as though it was just the two of you in the entire classroom. It had to be a test.
You’re tuned back into the classroom atmosphere when a large tatted hand waves slowly in your face. Blinking rapidly, you immediately chide yourself inwardly for having been caught staring straight at him without saying anything.
“Oh, sorry,” you murmur, avoiding his intense gaze. You silently plead with the universe, questioning why he had to look at you like that.
Ony chuckles at your embarrassment, he found you adorable. “You good, mama. But for our project, we’d set up a biomass service with an active but limited government, right?” his head tilts curiously as he addresses you, getting lost in your perfect face.
“Uh- yea. We’d have market prices to help fund it, too,” you whispered back to him, missing the way his eyes were studying your face. To him, you are stunning beyond measure. When he first introduced himself, he felt that beautiful was too inadequate of a word to describe you. He couldn’t stop himself from getting lost in your captivating energy.
Too entranced, he simply nodded at your answer, licking his lips while looking at yours. Your professor ended the class early today, assigning an assignment based on a textbook specifically meant for that class—a textbook you hadn’t bothered to spend your money on.
After packing your belongings, you made your way to the front of the class to sign your name in for attendance; while doing so, you heard the sugary voice of your professor,
“You know the project is due in around two weeks, so I wanted to check in on you and see how your progress with your group is so far,”
The minute she said this, an almost forgotten idea came into your head as you quickly replied, “Oh, right! I wanted to ask you to look over what we have so far, to make sure we’re on the right path.”
She immediately nodded affirmatively, “Of course, show me.”
You swiftly pulled out your laptop with a smile, expecting it to open instantly since you had just closed it. To your dismay, you were wrong— so wrong. Glancing around the almost empty classroom, you turned your attention to your computer to figure out exactly why it was taking so long to open, only to find the word ‘updating’ displayed. This prompted frown to crease on your face. I just closed it. Why is it updating now? you thought.
You sensed his presence before laying eyes on him, feeling his towering and imposing figure approach from directly behind you. Instinctively you pressed your full hips against the desk you were leaning on to not accidentally graze him. He was so big though; you knew if you turned around you wouldn’t find much space between the two of you. he stood right next to you.
You glanced around the room once more, only to find it empty. Inwardly rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but attribute this to the universe when you peeked back at your laptop and found the PowerPoint for your project finally displayed on your screen.
Interrupting the conversation Ony and your professor were having about his last basketball game of the season, you turned your computer to show your professor all the slides you had finished. What you didn’t anticipate was Ony also looking at it.
You could sense his gaze on you, observing your every move as you flipped through the slides, listening to the praise your professor bestowed upon you after each one. When you finally finished and stood up straight, you turned to look up at him, only to find him already staring at you, his expression one of awe. Time seemed to freeze for a good minute as you locked eyes with him. The tension between you was palpable, so thick that for a moment, you wondered if your professor could sense it too, as she continued to praise the work you had done, casting a glance at both of you with a small smile on her face.
You quickly looked away and closed your computer once more, placing it in your knitted tote bag that was decorated in pink bows. Fuck.
You were planning on leaving, not wanting to overstay when you noticed he asked a question to clarify your research paper due a month from now. You couldn’t excuse yourself just yet because although the question was for him specifically, she addressed both of you when she answered.
You think that if you stayed this close to him for another minute, your slick would drip down on the floor from how wet you were getting, especially from the casual glances he kept sending your way while your professor rambled on.
When she finished, you didn’t hesitate to leave, wishing her a good weekend without acknowledging Ony, too afraid you might embarrass yourself. Once again, he simply glanced at you, admiring how your ass looked so plump and fat in the pretty tracksuit you wore. Your colorful waist beads and dermal piercings only adding onto your irresistible allure.
He found himself needing to adjust his sweats, feeling his bulge growing larger as his thoughts drifted to how he simply wanted to hold you, love you—he yearned to consume you completely. You were driving him insane.
You knew of your crush on Ony, but you had ignored it knowing how intense your feelings could become when you liked someone. You just started your spiritual journey again; you didn’t have the time to like someone. You were determined not to entertain it, but with each encounter during your class and even occasionally seeing him outside of class, the urge to get closer to him only intensified.
You went about the rest of classes for the day seamlessly, trying to forget about the 6’7 man that began consuming your mind on a daily basis. Fortunately, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day, which you were grateful for, you didn’t know if your panties could handle anymore.
The moment you opened the door to your studio apartment, your beautiful black cat greeted you instantly.
“Hi, my baby,” you cooed as you bent down slightly to pet her. She greatly accepted the attention, instantly trilling at you and rolling over on her back to showcase her stomach.
Later that night you promptly took a cold shower, cleansing your body of all the energies that had attached themselves to you from spending all day around people. Once done, you wrapped your pink towel around your body and sat on the edge of your bed to light your Venus Rose incense. This was your peace.
You reached over to your bedside table, taking your strawberry hemp lotion and treating your body to a much need massage. Then, you grabbed your shea butter baby oil and repeated the same process. Opting to stay naked for the night, you settled back on your silk pillows and basked in the moment.
Your moment was interrupted by a sudden ding on your phone. You smiled when you realized who it was. it was from one of your closest friends, your only friend after you had removed all the toxic people from your life, checking up on you.
Her name was Josefina, and that girl was your rock. one of the few people in your life that encouraged your growth and wasn’t afraid to call you out on your shit when you weren’t on top of game. And of course, you did the same for her. You hadn’t told her about this crush yet, and honestly you were nervous to do so.
“So, i have to tell you something,” you start after you both had been rambling on the phone for about 20 minutes. She gives you a look that can only be described as, ‘what now’. You have a reputation for relying on your intuition and making decisions based on your feelings, but she didn’t judge. Instead, she simply tilted her head and nodded, indicating that she was listening attentively.
“I have a crush on this guy in my group for the big project I told you about. his name is Ony and he is so tall and big girl, oh my god,” you let out a slight squeal as you drift off into a daydream about him.
She giggles at your reaction and lets out a small sigh of relief, which you notice.
“Bitch, i thought you went back to the dread-head you were fucking”, you shoot her a disgusted glance at the mere suggestion, causing her to laugh even harder before she goes on, “I know you don’t like confrontation, so let’s start small, yeah? You have an assignment due next week, right? Just ask him for the textbook since you don’t have it.”
Your eyes widen, and you start making small kissing noises through the screen as if she were there to receive them. “I love you so bad, i’m gonna give you a big kiss when i see you,” she returns the sentiment with a flushed face before you move on to another topic. You both stay on the phone for another hour, discussing your beliefs and interests. This was how it always was with her; you never felt the need to prove yourself, it was effortless to just be yourself.
The weekend arrived swiftly, almost unexpectedly so. With the looming threat of a failing grade and the risk of plummeting from a 3.7 GPA to a mere 2, the only option left was to muster the courage and text your crush, requesting the textbook you desperately needed.
You pull his number from the group chat that included everyone in your group and immediately got to work.
Your heart was beating abnormally fast, you’re going to his dorm. The same thought repeated in your mind at least 30 times before you actually got up and started getting ready. You search through your closet and select a pink tube top that fits snugly around your chest, pairing it with a long, flowing black skirt that grazes the floor. Naturally, you accessorize your outfit with a variety of waist beads and a jade Buddha necklace.
You swiftly fix the baby hairs on your black curly lace and send Ony your location, with a small text of ‘I'm ready,’ accompanying. When he notified you that the Uber had arrived, you hurriedly slipped on your beach sandals and grabbed your laptop and keys. The ride felt long, your nerves ramping up with each passing moment. Finally arriving on campus, you made your way to his dorm room and knocked. As the door opened, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, shirtless. Gray sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, his fat bulge just staring at you.
Why? Why is it so big?
It felt as if time stood still in that moment, and you could only hope for the universe’s mercy.
“Come in, mama” he urges you in with a hand on your lower waist, lightly grazing your dermal piercings. Ony felt weak in the knees when you walked through his door. You were tempting him. With your pretty belly ring of the Ankh symbol twinkling at him. His mind went straight to the rapid movements they would make once he had your smooth legs on his shoulders, feeding you deep thrusts. You were tempting him, you had to be.
“You don’t have a roommate?” You look around the large tidy dorm, but you realized you only saw one set of keys by the door. He takes your laptop and keys and places it on the small wooden desk in front of his couch, right next to the textbook you needed.
He hums, “Nah, I need my privacy,” He grabs your hand and sits you down right next to him. You felt shivers run down your spine from the mere heat coming off of his palm. “You want some water before we start, mama?”
You flush at the pet name he always uses and look down at your classic french nails. “No, thank you Ony.”
Ony didn’t like when you avoided his stare, he wanted to see your beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to see your soul.
“Can you look at me?” He whispers and runs a crooked finger under your chin and tilts it towards him. Your lips were so plump and he held back a groan when you released a small gasp at his action. Your eyes flicker between your nails and his eyes until they finally relax into his gaze.
You could get lost in the way he looks at you, so sinful and passionate. The passion you’ve been longing for. Ony sensed this as he gives a sly smile, “There you go, good girl.”
Fuck. You’re sure the thong you put on 30 minutes ago were already drenched in your mess. If you had the bet, they probably stained your skirt too. That’s the effect he had on you. Ony was in the same boat you were, he knew what he was doing when he put on those gray sweats before he opened the door. Once you glanced down for a split second at his lap and quickly looked up, avoiding his stare yet again, he knew his plan had worked. You can’t get anything past him.
“You want it baby? I’ll give it to you. All you need to do is ask.” His hand began gripping your throat slowly, but firm. You gasped as he pulled you towards him. You were a breath away from his lips, and honestly you couldn’t take the tension anymore.
“O-Ony- We have to work on-” He cuts off your stumbled words before you could finish.
“But you want it, right?” He noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together when he tightened his grip on your throat. He leans to give a small peck to your adam’s apple causing you to grip his shoulders, his big shoulders. “Tell me you want it Y/n.”
“Please- ah!” Ony sucked on a particular sweet spot, hard. He tried to wait until you were at least half way done with the assignment, but how dare you? How dare you come into his dorm looking the way you did? And you expected him not to rip everything off of you and ravage your entire being? Silly you.
That’s how you found yourself in your current position On your back with your lace thong hanging off the tip of his TV and your thighs suffocating his head as he completely sucked the soul out of your clit. Ony was a desperate man, and after one taste of the heavenly slick between your legs, he couldn’t function properly anymore without being in it.
“Oh f-fuck Ony-” He hummed encouragingly and licked faster, eager to taste your cum, eager to see your twisted face when you cum for him.
“You got it, mama. Fuck you taste so good.” You couldn’t handle the pressure you felt, his tongue was eating you so fast. You let out a sinful moan when his tongue started moving in and out of your little quivering hole. Your back arched up off the couch as you grind your lower hips on his wet face. You were dripping everywhere.
You didn’t know what to grab, your hands scrambling around your pretty tits to the couch then back to your tits again. You couldn’t think- you had no thoughts in your brain but Ony and more.
Something was coming, you felt the boiling heat in your lower stomach. And Ony knew what was coming when your angelic mewls started getting shaky and you began pushing your hips away from the onslaught on your poor drenched pussy. He wasn’t having any of that, he tightens his grip on your hips right below your waist beads.
“S-shit I’m- Oh fuck. Ony I-” He somehow went faster, his tongue rolling all over your engorged bud. He ignored your attempts to tap out, he just wanted to please you. Can’t you see that? Why were you running away from him?
“Don’t run Y/n.” The mere octave in his voice caused a broken whimper to escape your messy glossed lips. You were an absolute mess, just from his skillful tongue alone. Your wig slightly lifting, your breathing erratic and irregular, drool now falling, and your arousal overflowing onto both his face and couch. Ony liked you like this. No, he loved you like this.
Your mouth opened into a silent scream, you came unexpectedly rapid. There was no warning when you did, you saw white spots in your vision and wailed out “Ony!”You just gave Ony everything you had, cream and squirt, and Ony, like the greedy man he was, took it all. Unashamedly so.
You thought he would stop after your hips stuttered and bucked for the fifth time in a row, but it’s a good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.
Ony grunted out in between what he decided was his meal, sending heavy shockwaves against your dripping core, “Don’t wanna-” Slurp. “Can’t fuck you without-” Slurp. “Taking you out first.” Squelch. “So let me eat you, okay, mama?” Squish. “You can take it, I know you can.”
You felt your clit twitch in his warm mouth. Ony wanted more from you, so, he took his long middle finger and easily slipped it inside your fluttering hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull and you choked out another loud cry.
He started slow, barely reaching deep in you but he got mesmerized at the way your pussy juice was leaking onto his palm, so he gradually went faster. He wanted more. He latched onto your clit again and coaxes another tatted finger inside of you, splitting apart your warm walls. He became obsessed with the strangled noises you sung out.
“Oh-Oh god. Ah!” You squeal when he curls his fingers against your g-spot and abuses the spongy spot repeatedly. You couldn’t take it. You think you were hyperventilating, but he somehow managed to keep you calm when he intertwined his fingers with yours gently. His dynamic was making your mind scramble. The way he sucked the life out of you while gently caressing your soft hands couldn’t be normal.
You were becoming breathless when you felt the same fire from before come back, tenfold. You were going to lose it.
Ony encouraged you with a muffled voice, “Yeah baby, just like that. Come for me, I’m right here.” He didn’t want to let up for a second. Your body listens against your minds will. You knew you were safe, drenching his face in your essence felt safe. You scream out one last breathy moan before Ony pulls away from your sticky fat pussy lips.
If he didn’t stop now, the girthy cock he had in his pants would’ve have completely battered your pussy in the next second. And like he told you, he wanted to court you first. You gasp and fall down heavily on your back, your breathing loud as you try and catch your shaky breaths.
“You good?” He asks as he looks up at your blissed out face from his kneeled position. This nigga is not serious. Asking if you’re good after he just obliterated your pussy before he even got to fuck you. You didn’t respond, only gave him an exasperated look, which he chuckled at.
“I didn’t want to see you like this before I properly asked you out. But, you just looked so pretty.” He begins as he gets up and walks a few feet away from you to get you some water and a wet wipes. If Ony hadn’t left you temporarily immobilized you would’ve covered your face in embarrassment.
“You make me weak Y/n, and I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t take this chance. Let me take you on a date..please?” He sounded so vulnerable, his voice had a hint of pleading attached to it. You wanted this man so bad, it was impossible for you to say no. He cleaned you up as he awaited your answer with high breaths of anxiety.
You whisper in a hoarse voice, “Yes- yes Ony.” You pull him down towards you and wrap your thighs around his waist. You smiled as your mind went back to the Tarot reading you did last week that promised love in the near future. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Ony could do nothing but fall harder.
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As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he cant help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
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that’s why I fucked yo bitch.
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summary: connie couldn't give two fucks if you had a boyfriend, he had you first and its gonna stay like that.
warnings: cheating, toxic connie, recording, strict backshots, praising, (connie is latino in this), obviously black reader/ y/n, thick reader, slapping, mature scenes, etc.
"can you stop dropping your clothes everywhere? shit's tiring bro." at the moment you were picking up the remaining pieces of your boyfriends clothes that was littering along the floor. you guys have been together about a year now and honestly you were about to be over it. "my bad, but you'll end up picking them up for me anyways so what's the point" looking back at you from his seat on the couch shawn joked while giving you a smile.
"you think you're funny?" throwing his clothes at him while rolling your eyes just for his ass to laugh, turning away you headed towards the kitchen to start cooking something up. as you can see your man was a lazy ass bitch and quite frankly he was many other things and useless in bed, the reason you stayed with him is because you've been together for so long and you guys had good memories. well that was before he was cut off from his family and stayed at home all day being jobless as fuck.
ding.
grabbing your phone you look down to see the notification. it was a text from connie telling you to come outside that he was waiting just wanting to talk.
you used to mess around with con till you got a boyfriend. you had to text and hang with him less because you guys weren't normal friends, you guys actually use to date but things happen but stayed friends. you knew connie didn't respect your relationship with shawn, if anything when you told him he was livid. but now he's texting you to come outside to him knowing he doesn't want to just talk.
answering the message with a 'no, and leave the premises please'. putting your phone down and continuing to chop the onions and boiling the water on the stove-
ding.
sighing and grabbing you phone you looked down to see what connie had texted now with it stating ' i'm coming to the door ' automatically after reading that you made a beeline to the window to see connie getting out his car. "baby imma be right back."
"mm" opening the door and closing it behind you, you ran towards con and grabbed him by the shirt and shoving him back in the car with him chuckling at how you were acting.
sliding into the passenger seat and sitting down while moving you ginger hair out the way. "connie what part of leave the premises don't you understand" breathing heavily from the whole course you just took while crossing your arms. "the leaving part" leaning back against the chair while staring down at your figure connie licked his lips then reached his hand out to touch you which you smacked away. "con i have a boy-friend a boyfriend why can't you respect that and give me my space?"
sighing while sitting back against the chair you stared at connie, he had some new tattoos running down his arms and diamond studs in his ears and nose ring. if you were available right now you would let that nigga suck your soul like an oxtail off the bon-
"i had you first, I'm not finna respect shit hermosa" grabbing your hand while giving it a kiss connie made eye contact with you as he bit his bottom lip to lean in and give you a kiss but ends up kissing your cheek instead when you turn your face away from him. this angered him a bit causing him to rope his hand around your throat and pull you towards him to look him in the face.
"stop playin with me hermosa.. you're mine regardless who you're with you understand me foo'?" rolling your eyes at his tendencies you looked right at him "leave th-" "y/n." touching noses with you now with how close he was with you, your top lips rubbing against each other. cutting you off by calling you your name you knew he was being dead serious.
"stop playin wit me." his heavy accent made the air even more tense, staring back at him then flicking your eyes to the side and catching the clock on his dashboard seeing that you've been out here with him too long. "leave the premises." moving his hand away from your neck you stared at him before exiting the car, walking back towards the house connie watched your every move from the way your thick ass jiggled and the way your chest would bounce.
biting his lip he would simply slam his hand against the steering wheel then drive off while sending you a text.
going back inside and finishing up the cooking where you left off you grab your phone after getting yet another texting this time it simply said 'bet.' sighing then putting your phone down you jump at the sound of a shatter. turning around you see shawn knocking off a plant.
"sorry.. ill buy you a new one" "how are you going to replace it when you don't even have money?" putting your hand on your hip giving him a glare. you were up to here with him and his lazy ass having to baby him 24/7. "here you go with this shit bro always complaining" shaking his head he went upstairs and slammed the room door.
shrugging not caring about the situation you finished up the food eating alone then headed upstairs to fall asleep. laying down in you fuzzy sleep shorts and bra you laid down.
for a while you stayed up thinking about connie and the way he was. you started getting a little horny so you turned over to check if shawn was awake. he was so you took that as a chance to ask if y'all could fuck and of course he obliged.
nigga didn't even last for 15 minutes then knocked out not even making you cum.
frustrated you got up slipping on a pair of slides and a oversized. grabbing your car keys you drove away heading towards connie's house. upon arriving you knocked on the door, after he took too long to answer you were about to go back home till he opened the door and showed himself only in a pair of joggers that were hanging low on his waist. he leaned against the door while smirking down at you.
"you shouldn't be here hermosa, don't you have a boyfriend?" sucking your teeth at him you leaned up and hook your hand in the back of his head pulling at his hair and kissing him. to which he responded by kissing you back and picking you up shutting the door behind him with his foot while bringing you inside.
walking towards his room while rubbing onto your ass with one hand and the other rubbing your cunt through your shorts from the back. finally landing you on the bed and pulling back from the kiss he licked his lips "i knew you had some sense in you bonita, ditching your boyfriend to come to your real man." spreading your thighs con slid your shorts off and pulled at your thong making it snap back onto your skin.
hissing you glared at him "shut up and fuck me con" leaning up onto your knees you tugged onto his pants while looking up at him. looking down at you connie grinned and rubbed your face with his thumb "con? what happened to daddy?" tugging your head back with his hand in your hair connie slapped you.
"what happened to that little boyfriend of yours hm? he didn't fuck that pussy good enough?" snapping your head to the side after the slap you licked your lip then stared back at him "just fuck me daddy." choking him while saying so then sliding your thong off slowly giving him a tease then flipping around to lay your top half of your stomach on the bed and arching your back.
"mierda~ its soo fatt" rubbing onto your ass he slid his pants down then jerked off his length. rubbing his thumb between to see how you wet you were then sucked in a breath. finally sliding all 9 inches inside you cunt while throwing his head back and groaning "i miss this, you feel so good hermosaa~" moaning lightly from the stretch you bit your lip at his words.
thrusting deep with malice connie was making sure you were gonna take all of him, grinning cockily from seeing you grip the sheets with a shake in your legs.
he was taken aback when you started fucking him back, your thick ass rippling against his stomach causing him to be pushed back a bit of the bed. moaning aloud you turned your head to look back at him while sticking your tongue out. slapping your ass with both hands connie watched in awe.
"show the fuck out thennn~" fucking into you with more force now, he pushed his hand on your lower back to make your stomach completely lay on the bed so your arch could be higher. gripping on the back of your neck and looking down where you guys were connected he groaned at the sight of the white ring starting to appear around his dick.
meanwhile you were letting out the loudest moans from connie hitting you in places you didn't know you had. reaching your hand down between your legs you started to rub on that neglected bud and sped up your hips and fucking back into connie harder. "fuckkkk~ it feels so good baby~" whimpering into the sheets all you could do was grip on them when connie encouraged you to go harder.
"fuck me~ fuckkk me~ fuckk me hermosaa~" throwing his head back in a bliss he had one hand on your waist while the other had grabbed his phone and started recording. "you look so pretty all sexy and shit for me~" rubbing your ass then pulling all the way out till only the tip was left and slammed back in and repeatedly as well. this caused you to let out a scream with tears forming in your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were going through.
"you gone break up with him righ?" lifting one of your legs up in the air making you turn on your side, placing your hand on his stomach while rolling your eyes back. "righ'?!~" slapping your clit with his hand causing you to cry out and nod yes "imma break up with him i swear~" smiling at your words he pointed the camera to your face and slammed repeatedly into you without letting up till he saw you cumming all over him. following alongside you and letting a out a whimper, he pulled out and slapped his dick on your mound then stopped recording.
"you okay hermosa?" rubbing your eyes to wipe your tears connie leaned down to kiss you then waited for an answer. "m-mhmm~" wrapping your arms around him you smiled.
"let me take you home sweet thing."
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"y/n you can't just break up with me and leave" shawn was crying hysterically after you gave him the news, but mostly because if you left he would have to depend oh himself and be broke. "i just did." grabbing his bags and putting them outside while kicking him out. while shawn was outside picking up his stuff he turned to see connie. "what are you doin here?" shawn knew who connie was because he had seen you and connie and how close ya'll were before you and shawn dated. "oh you don't know?" ...
"i took my girl back from you."
It’s long but it’s 100% worth it
━━━ ❝...and i hit it, like it's all mine...❞
↳ ; ༄ gojou s. x f!reader 18+
"Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it." ― J. Kenner, CM
content ; ༄ sexual content, modern/highschool au, all characters are 18+, fem!reader, soft/mean!dom gojo, he’s got a dirty mouth with a tongue piercing so beware, dirty talk, praising (lotsss of praising), brat!gojo, missionary, slight pussyjob (could squint for this one), virgin!reader, he teases you a lot in here (makes fun of you bc you make it so fun to), playful bickering, massive amount of sexual tension (i took laps around my room while writing this...that should say enough) & a cute ending ᰔ
w.c ; ༄ shhh, just know it’s pretty long so go grab some popcorn and some other snacks with a coke or something bc you might be here a while (srsly, heed my warning. it’s filled with sexual tension before the smut but…it’s a journey so stay with me)
↳ note from syn ; ༄ it feels like a millennia since i’ve put any work out (when in actuality, it’s only been a few weeks help) but this piece of work has been in the writing shop for a month, and i’ve finally managed to finish it! very pleased with the final product, and happy to share with other gojou simps like me, hehe, hope that you’ll enjoy & pls rmr to spare your girl a few reblogs and likes ୧
↳ p.s. ; ༄ can we talk about how i actually got this idea from stranger things? particularly when steve was at nancy’s house trying to help her ‘study’ but kept flirting and whatnot? i was rewatching the show at the time, saw that scene and it was like a lightbulb had went off: “i’ve gotta write this” and immediately ran to my opened docs, no joke. anyway, i typically don’t like the way i do my endings but this one has to be a favorite of mine & another special s/o to the darling light of my life that’s been such an angel at editing this little project, tysm @arcanedevil ilyily ᰔ
“What are the advantages and disadvantages to asexual reproduction?”
While Satoru laid on his side, propped up by an elbow — you were on your back, staring up at your ceiling deep in thought. It was an easy question. One you’d studied over and over along with the rest of the questions that were bound to be on the test Friday. The answer mocked you by giving you bits and pieces except the completed puzzle itself. You could practically see the right answer floating in front of your face but you were having trouble recovering enough of it to say it out loud.
Satoru stared at you, visibly able to see the wheels turning in your head as you fought to find the final answer to the question. It was amusing for him, tonguing the inside of his cheek and glancing down at the back of the flash card, catching the full answer written down in your pretty handwriting. It wasn’t nearly as hard as you were making it out to be but he took you being stuck as a result of him being in your presence, as a distraction.
Maybe a bit egotistical, but probably right either way.
“Having trouble? Do you want a hint?” He asked and you drifted your head to the side to look at him, annoyance settling in your eyebrows. He was clearly teasing you. How annoying.
“No,” you muttered, rolling your eyes back to the ceiling facing you. “I know the answer.”
“Okay. Then what is it?”
“Advantages are that it’s quicker and you don’t need a mate.”
He smirked, licking his lips. “And?”
You sighed, lazily crossing your arms over your stomach and chest. “There’s no genetic variation.” You reconnected your eyes back with his, grinning. “Organisms can’t adapt.”
“Hm,” he nodded, tossing the card aside, your eyes following the action. “As dumb as you may look,” he skillfully dodged the hit he knew was coming from you at that, laughing. “–you’re actually a little smart.”
“So I was right,” you stated, leaving no room for him to counter it.
With a devious twinkle in his azure eyes, he nodded again and you did a mini fist pump into the air.
“Alright, give me another one.”
He groaned, switching to lay on his stomach, face smushing against the warmth of his arm as he continued looking at your profile. Without his usual dark shades on, his pretty snowy white hair fell over his eyes, thankfully putting some sort of shield between you and his heated gaze. “I’m bored. Plus, we’ve gone through the flashcards at least twice now. Wanna do something that isn’t gonna put me to sleep or bore me to death.”
A tiny part in you was willing to make room in your anti-satoru heart to feel a bit sorry for him. For the past hour and a half, he'd been diligently assisting you with study. He did complain a few times, but for the most part, he stayed engaged. That was shocking on its own but didn't he deserve a little praise? Maybe even a little reprieve from working so hard to help you.
He wasn't usually this helpful so you decided to cut him some slack.
He definitely deserved it.
Then, he got an idea.
You didn’t even need to look at him to know it either. The evil chuckle was enough to make you groan this time, awaiting the hellish idea that was about to tumble out of his mouth. “Hmm, since you’re so smart, you’d know that it’s been scientifically proven that sex is a good way to boost your energy. Might even help you study better.”
Welp.
That didn't last long.
When you (unfortunately) decided to look back at him, he slipped you a wink that almost made you want to jump out of your window; no parachute needed. Just the cold hard ground that would be cushioned by freshly cut grass that was, in no way, going to prevent your body from taking every bit of the fatal impact. You wouldn’t make the fall of course but that was the best part about it. You wouldn’t want to. Not if it meant you’d survive only to be thrown back into the same reality that he lived in.
“Satoru, you sound crazy. Sex does not help you study better,” You corrected him, “And not just that,” he began to pout, picking at the fluffy blanket you two were laying on. “I don’t go around having as much sex as everyone else. I want to actually focus on getting into the college that we talked about. Is that something you’ve even thought of?”
“You’re so mean,” he mumbled in a small tone that almost made you roll your eyes for the nth time tonight. “I, the victim, feel a little cornered right now.” He dodged your question but it wasn’t like you didn’t already know the answer. Of course he wasn’t worried about college right now. No, he was much too tied up into thinking about how he was going to make next week a living hell for you.
“Gonna take that as a no,” you said, sitting up and stretching your arms out with a small sigh. Your back cracked along with your fingers as you took the time to release the tension in them too. “I think we’re done for the night.”
That made him pop up with you, trying to push some of his hair back from his eyes that only ended up flopping back into its original place. “What? We’re done already?”
“Didn’t you just say that you were getting bored? Clearly.”
“Ugh,” When he fell back against the bed, on his back this time, you didn’t mean to ogle the way his shirt rode up. Just from the peek of skin you got, you’d counted at least four little moles that laid across his lower stomach, one nearing his bellybutton. Why was his shirt even unbuttoned? If either of your parents walked in right now, you’d never hear the end of it.
They were strict when it came to your friends and such but boys? They noticed everything, and judged like no other parent on the planet. You could hear them sharpening their kitchen knives right now, thinking of all the ways they could chop Satoru up into little pieces. Even was probably planning out how to spread them across Japan for extra measure.
Them walking in, and catching even a little bit of his skin was something you didn't even want to think about. You’d practically sold your soul to the devil just to get him past your parents earlier, telling them over and over again that he was just your study buddy and nothing else. It was the truth so it wasn’t like you had anything to hide. Your unlocked door served proof of that but Satoru…was a one man show. He did whatever he wanted to do, blowing off all of the consequences that came with each and every single one of his bad decisions. In this case, each of those bad decisions were going to reflect on you and you didn’t want to be grounded for the next four years.
Or maybe a lifetime this time. Who could tell with parents like yours.
“If I keep helping with you with these stupid flashcards,” he mumbled and you gave him a look, growing irritated the more you had to hear his voice. “–can I stay?”
An eyebrow of yours rose almost to your hairline, “Did you just call my flashcards stupid?”
He snickered, turning over onto his side so that he was able to rest his cheek against his palm, staring you down with his mystical blue eyes. Why did he have to forget his shades at home? It felt like torture being pinned down by such abnormally beautiful eyes. As if you’d ever tell him that out loud. The torturous teasing was surely to follow you well into college if so.
“Well?” He pressed, ignoring your obvious disdain for the way he regarded your excessive need to study a moment ago.
With a final exhale, having zero patience left for him, you shrugged.
“Why not?”
“What are the 3 parts of a nucleotide?”
Satoru had his head hanging off of the edge of your bed while you were sitting next to him, a leg crossed over the other.
For a while, he’d been a little preoccupied with lifting up your short skirt since you were so close to him but after swatting him rather hard, he settled for actually paying attention instead of going home with a red bruise later. Looking like he’d gotten beaten up just wasn’t worth a two second peek at your underwear.
“Easy,” you said with a knowing smile, making him smirk. “Phosphate group, Deoxyribose sugar and Nitrogen base. Right?“
“Mmm, someone doesn’t sound very confident. If you aren’t totally sure, why did you smile?” He teased and you were forced to look back at him, holding your ground.
“I am confident. Just wanna make sure since this test is gonna count for half of my grade.”
He nodded, “Fair. You’re right, by the way.” He flicked the card from his long, slender fingers, letting it bounce across the carpeted floor, towards your desk against the wall. You weren’t meant to stare, but you caught a few moles that were also on his hands, some lying in between his fingers that were as equally distracting as the stupid smile on his face, catching you staring right at him.
You snapped your head back down at your hands laid in your lap and he moved on, the smirk never leaving his plushy lips.
“Ooo, we’ve got a good one here.” The playful tone of his voice piqued your interest as you tuned back into the questionnaire. “Give me the definition of selective breeding.”
You felt your ears burn at the way he’d said ‘breeding’, catching the implication behind it. It was so incredibly childish but his voice had always been a sort of guilty pleasure of yours. Again, not something you’d actually tell him out loud. Seemed a bit outlandish to even say something like that to him when you knew he’d only take it and run with it. He acted like he had an ego almost bigger than anyone you’d ever met. You’d only play right into his hands that were so unfairly pretty. Palms much larger than your own with fingers long enough to reach a lot of hidden parts in yo–
“Um,” you shuddered in a breath that he naturally didn’t miss, and tried to focus back on the question. “It’s where select parents with desired traits mate. Where…organisms are purposely crossed?”
Satoru chuckled deeply, subconsciously causing your thighs to tighten together. He licked his lips and looked down at your legs where your skirt stopped, hungrily eating up the sight that you were oh so willingly giving him. He clicked his tongue ring back and forth between his teeth, the sound tempting you to look at it but you kept your eyes down, almost holding your breath to make sure you got the question right.
He blew out a breath, and looked back down at the card, “Such a smart girl. You’re right again.”
You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose because you were obviously being tested by the universe itself. This was far worse than torture. It was like being set on fire with no water in sight to help put you out.
And Satoru was the cause of it all.
The pet name only served to make the situation worse for you, but you were strong. Had the will of an ox, even. You weren’t going to be taken down by the likes of him. So you pulled yourself together, internally, and opened your eyes to settle them back onto his, who looked to be waiting for your response patiently.
“Thanks. Next?”
Studying only lasted so long until he began to get restless with the endless questions and answers and more questions with more answers. He got bratty when he got bored, and it was the last thing you wanted to deal with. So, he trudged on to your brother’s old room to play the xbox while you stayed in your room to do a little more studying.
Though it was a blessing in disguise that you were finally left alone to your own version of quiet studying, you couldn’t swallow down the incessant desire to be back in the same room as Satoru.
You’d begun to miss his annoying voice, as dreadful as it was to admit. He wasn’t always so bothersome. He was just really good at getting under your skin and oftentimes, you let him. He got a kick out of getting you angry, but sometimes you tried to suck it up because the last thing you ever wanted to do was bring him any sort of joy.
It was like a rule, of some sort, for you.
Satoru was a…good friend of yours. It didn’t happen by choice. Rather, he’d sort of forced himself into your life and became someone pretty important to you. He wasn’t nearly as bad as some girls have said. He wasn’t a player nor did he actually have as much sex as everyone else wanted to believe. Every bit of his personality fit the description of a fuckboy but he was far from it. He did have a couple of girlfriends in the past but they all couldn’t handle the moments he stopped being funny, loud, and obnoxiously flirty. They wanted the Satoru that they saw around school, not the nervous boy alone with a girl. Face red, and slightly awkward.
He had his moments where he got sad sometimes, cried out his frustrations and just wanted to be alone. There were only a handful of people within his close, tight knitted circle, that were able to handle his back and forth moods. You were one of them.
Satoru got misunderstood quite a lot. It was understandable considering no one outside of his circle actually understood him the way you all did. The constant misconceptions of him, and what his life was like outside of school was nauseating to always hear about. He didn’t have loving parents or any siblings to lean on when things got bad at home. He just had his friends and even then did they often make him feel a tad bit alone.
Without fail though, you were always there. Through the bad and through the good. He knew he could be a real handful but he appreciated the fact that none of what he could ever say or do to you could ever make you run away from him. He didn’t need instability. He needed structure and a promise. A promise that you and the others weren’t going to ever give up on him. He looked at himself as a burden; a project. A constant problem that always needed fixing. Except…you never saw him that way. Sure, he could be annoying, loud and obnoxiously flirty but those things were what made him, him.
You kind of liked those things about him.
Satoru made you smile, and that was all that mattered.
After several minutes of lying on your bed and finding yourself re-reading the same questions over and over again, you decided that your own presence was beginning to feel never ending.
With an aggravated huff, you tossed your cards to the side and scooted out of bed, stomping towards your brother’s room.
Thankfully, your brother was a little older than you, and had chosen to live on campus when he left for college last year. Even so, his room was the same way he’d left it the day he went away. It was cleaned up, but not much of it had changed.
When you walked into the room, the sound of constant tapping at buttons and grunts met your curious ears, catching sight of Satoru sitting at the end of the twin bed, leaned forward with a controller in his hands. His eyebrows were pushed together in concentration, legs spread to give his long limbs enough room to smash all of the right buttons in time. The muscles and tendons underneath his creamy skin flexed with each tap at a button while the veins in his arms and forearms pulsed and bulged, prominently. There were even veins along the tops of his hands that made it extremely hard to look away from.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, releasing a deep sigh with a fallen look on his face. “Did I just die? After all of that? Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Then he noticed you by the door and smirked, head tilted. “Funny seeing you here. What? Finally got tired of studying?”
With an obvious pout on your lips, you padded over to him. “Move,” you mumbled, knocking your hip softly against his arm. He grunted and scooted a bit to the side to give you enough room to join him on the bed. With a drawn out breath, you shrugged sitting down next to him. “My head felt like it was going to explode.” You looked at the tv screen before you, a look of confusion on your face. You pointed to the screen, “What are you playing anyway?”
Satoru set the controller in his lap and leaned back on his hands, looking you over in a not-so-friendly way. It made your heart speed up, and you couldn’t understand why.
“Mortal Kombat 11. Wanna play?”
Your face scrunched up and he couldn’t help but cough out a laugh that tempted the tugging at your lips for a smile of your own.
“Well I guess I got my answer then.”
He switched off the game and laid flat on the bed, biting at his bottom lip. You decided to join him, finding the ceiling of your brother’s room to be a little more interesting than your own.
“By the way, are you a virgin?”
His question was so sudden and random that if you were standing, there was no doubt you would’ve felt your knees buckle because what kind of question was that? Not to mention, random as hell. He knew almost everything about you. You couldn’t exactly pull that kind of conversation from your memory but surely you’d talked about it before. With him, no less.
Right?
“Satoru…”
He chuckled, looking at you with soft blues. “What? Can’t I ask a question? I mean, you act so prissy. Then you’ve got those weirdly cute stuffed animals in your room. Let’s not even talk about the type of underwear you wear. I mean, granny panties? Really?”
Your mouth dropped open, staring at his side profile now as he smirked, feeling your eyes on him. “Did you go through my drawer?” His silence was telling. You smacked his chest and he rubbed at it, laughing now. “You did! Fuckin’ pervert! What’s the matter with you? And…yeah. I’m a virgin. Why do you care?”
His eyebrows shot up past his fringe, giving you a surprised yet curious look, “So I was right. What‘s keeping you from exploring that?”
“It’s hard for me to trust someone in that way. The person needs to be special…At least, that’s how I think anyway.”
“Fascinating…” He stared at you, eyes glazed over with interest now. Like he was wanting to know more. It made you look away, choosing to stare anywhere that wasn’t at him. “Would you let me pop your cherry? Since we’re close and all, and not total strangers.”
With a dead look, you glared at him. “Over my dead body.”
“Not even if I was the last man on earth?”
“Not even if you were the last man on earth. I’d become one with nature and die a virgin.”
“Liar.”
You laughed, “I’m not lying. Unlike everyone else, I don’t need sex to survive,” clearly teasing him.
Satoru hummed, placing his hands behind his head as he settled his gaze back on the ceiling. There was a playful smile on his face now and you couldn’t look away for some reason.
“You may not need it but, I don’t believe you don’t want it.”
Of course you wanted it. Porn existed, if he didn’t forget. You spent most of your childhood watching different things, trying to figure out what you liked and why you liked it. As you got older, the content started to shift to…darker things that you realized was beyond the gates of vanilla sex. Nothing major, but it definitely wasn’t something you ever wanted your parents to ever know about. Not even Satoru.
Sex had always been something you were curious about. It was all people in high school talked about and catching people behind the school during certain periods was more than you needed to see (or hear about). There was even that time you caught Suguru jerking off in his room. You needed a quiet place to study and Satoru wanted you near him so he chose to invite you over to his Suguru's house. The library would have sufficed, but Satoru didn’t have a quiet bone in his body. He would’ve been kicked out so Suguru's house worked the same.
You were told you could go anywhere in the big house except for Suguru’s room, which — why in the world would you go in there?
After some time spent studying, you needed to use the bathroom and once Satoru told you where it was, you headed down the hall towards it. Going to the bathroom, you were forced to pass Suguru’s room and wasn’t going to think much about it until you heard a strange groan coming from it.
Too curious for your own good, you stopped in your tracks and pressed an ear against the wood to see if it was going to happen again.
It did, and it was a bit louder this time.
It clearly sounded like a deep groan.
It was so quiet you were able to hear the other sounds coming from the room, and concluded that he was probably masturbating or something. Not willing to listen to any more of it, you tiptoed the rest of the way to the bathroom and shut yourself in, locking the door behind you. You would’ve been an idiot to deny how attractive Suguru was.
Thankfully it was Suguru and not Satoru because your friendship was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you needed the mental image of him jerking off to make it any weirder.
Still, you wondered what he looked like underneath the clothing he was forced to wear since the school had a uniform policy. You figured it wasn’t weird to think about since it wasn’t in a sexual sense. You were just curious. He probably didn’t shave like that so maybe he was natural, trimmed even. He couldn’t have been no more than six inches or so. Very veiny in the arms and hands so there was that. Satoru definitely wasn’t anything extravagant so you stopped your thinking there, and let it be the last time you ever went down that rabbit hole.
“You’re right,” you admitted, rubbing your socked feet on the rug. “I want to have sex eventually and if I see someone I’m attracted to, I have those kind of thoughts but I’ve never acted on them.” When you locked eyes with him, his were void of any teasing. Like he was genuinely paying attention to you now. “I mean, I can have sex with anyone in the world but meeting someone I connect with on a deeper level and letting them in like that — it’s a different feeling. Having sex with someone you just met won’t feel nearly as good as doing it with someone you really love and care for. Does that make sense?“
“It does,” Satoru muttered, stunned by the way you think about sex and the real meaning behind it. He was impressed. “I get it. I wish I could say I know what that feels like but…”
His past relationships weren’t anything like he once dreamed they’d be. He didn’t have high expectations but he thought he was going to at least taste what a real connection was like. He felt deprived of something he felt he was owed by now. Not given the chance to explore a feeling like that.
You watched him look back up at the ceiling, a clear focused expression on his face. It made you feel a bit bad for him.
“Toru…”
A lopsided grin split across his face, pretty blue eyes falling back on you, “Toru? That’s a cute nickname. Did you just come up with that?”
“I’m…” you blinked and chose to look away, feeling fire creep up your neck towards your face. “I’m not answering that.”
“You get shy when you have to tell the truth,” he commented, sitting up and straightening his spine, the grin morphing into an irritating smirk. “So that means you did just come up with it. Awh, is it because you feel sorry for me? Hm?”
The way he leaned his face towards yours made you want to run away but you refused to give him that sort of satisfaction. He was just your friend. An annoying one at that. His little tricks and games never could work on you. You weren’t about to let them start either.
You sat up too and turned your body to face him. narrowing your eyes, “Yeah. I did. So what?”
“So,” He drew out the word, a hand pushing into the mattress that was near your hip, tempting eyes flickering down at your lips for a split second. “–it’s kind of a turn on.”
“You’re weird,” your reply fell off towards the last word as you started scooting back on the bed the more he moved towards you. “Satoru–”
“Yeah?” He crawled up with you, caging the lower half of your body with his own, “What? Scared?”
You sputtered out a laugh that sounded more nervous than dismayed of the situation. “Me? Scared? Yeah, right. You're not the least bit scary.”
“Is that right?”
Before you could’ve made it to the headboard, you were pulled back down by your hips to the middle of the bed. Satoru chuckled at the high pitched sound you made out of surprise but when your eyes met his eyes again, you glared at him.
“Are you enjoying this?”
He looked elsewhere for a moment, humming to himself like he needed to actually think about that. You rolled your eyes when his conniving blue eyes settled back down on you.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
There was no way for you to get away when he was straddling your waistline and still had his hands at your hips. You didn’t waste time thinking about that, rather, you chose to divert the conversation to a safer place in hopes he’d laugh and move off of you because it was back. That evil thing called sexual tension was in the room again and it was back with a vengeance. As if the intense throbbing in between your legs wasn’t proof enough.
“Hey, Suguru’s having a party Friday night right?” You asked him and thankfully for you, his expression blurred into a bright one.
“Oh yeah, he is!” Then the smirk was back. “Why? You thinkin’ about going this time?”
You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest, “Who, me? Fuck no. I heard his parties include alcohol and drugs. My parents would literally kill me if I went anywhere near any of that.”
Satoru blew out a breath, rolling his eyes. “God, your parents are nauseating. Why do you try so hard to be so good for them?” He then leaned down, hands sliding up your shirt that made you shiver a bit. His eyes darkened and you couldn’t help but look back. “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be their innocent daughter? I know I am. It’s all fake, you know.”
You frowned, forgetting where his hands were, too taken by the subject of the conversation now, “Fake? What do you mean?“
He shrugged, hands stopping where they were, “Dunno. I mean, you walk around like you aren’t a slut.” Your mouth fell open and he grinned. “We all know you are. May be a virgin but you aren’t foolin’ anyone. Least of all, me.”
“That’s a lie,” you snapped back. “A slut? I make excellent grades, wear my uniform the right way,” he huffed out a small laugh, knowing you were referring to him and the majority of the school that always got in trouble for wearing their uniforms in different fashions that weren’t allowed. “–and stay out of everyone’s way. I even eat by the library where no one ever goes. So how am I fake and a slut?”
"Said you were a slut, not a good girl. We all know that."
Satoru’s cerulean eyes swept over your rigid figure, finding your sudden hostility very telling. He leaned back up on his knees and placed your legs at either side of his waist, making you shudder out another rocky breath, watching him.
“Satoru, what are you–”
“You probably think you’re above everyone at school, huh?” His sudden question made you close your mouth, blinking up at him, confused. His hands ran down the side of your thighs all the way to your knees and calves, fingers dipping into your soft skin. “It’s funny because you’re just like us, just quieter about it. I mean, understandable since you’re so meek but don’t look down on everyone just because we aren’t afraid to be who we really are. True to ourselves, I mean.”
Your lips continued to part as if you wanted to say something but you couldn’t really get your thoughts together. As much as you wanted to argue him down, telling him that he was wrong, there was a bit of truth to his words.
It seemed that it was easy to tell who you really were on the inside. How Satoru of all people could tell was beyond you.
It made you wonder if everyone else knew. If they knew what you liked doing in your free time, liked watching or even listening to... It made you feel embarrassed because you knew it was something you couldn’t go around talking about, but it was something you liked. You figured that no one needed to know but you. No one would even understand. Least of all, Satoru.
He’d only make it his mission to tease you about it. It wasn’t something you wanted to broadcast so you stayed quiet about it.
“Look at you,” he cooed, tongue peeking out past his lips to wet them, still smirking. “What? Thinkin’ about how you’re going to get past this conversation? We’re already here so you might as well spit it out.” He then leaned down, still in between your legs, chest almost touching yours. His thin silver chain fell out past the collar of his shirt, dangling close to your face, his eyes boring into yours with evil curiosity. “Tell me what kind of slut you are. So quiet, so mysterious,” he chuckled at the frozen-in-time look on your face, “There’s more than what meets the eye, am I right?”
“You’re right.”
He blinked, watching your bottom lip quiver. Then he sighed, his minty breath hitting you right in the face.
“Of course I am, but that’s not what I wanna hear.”
His pretty blue eyes pinched into slits before he dove down to your neck, finding your annoying collar in the way of where he wanted to be. Another sigh erupted from his lips and then you felt his hands slither their way to your chest, causing your breath to stutter.
“Satoru–”
“Shhh,” he quieted you, a short smile trying to tug at his lips, still by your neck. “If you’re too noisy, your parents will come rushing in like someone’s hurting you. Stay quiet for me. M’not gonna do anything to you.” His pierced tongue took a swipe at your earlobe, teeth playfully catching the end of it earning a soft gasp from you. “Yet.”
Never in your life did you ever see yourself in this sort of position with him. He was a flirt, that was a fact, but to make such a bold move on you was unforeseeable. Didn’t see it coming. In fact, you had the belief that he wasn’t ever interested in you in that way. He teased you a lot. Joked with you, always called you his ‘buddy’ and never made any sort of clear advances towards you that told you he wanted more than what you two had.
Granted, Satoru was just downright confusing, to say the least.
To your knowledge, he didn’t hang around a bunch of girls or went around having sex with everybody. He was pretty popular and hung around a lot of people that considered him a friend (but not any of his). Even still, he was just the class clown that somehow still made fairly good grades. He was cool with the teachers and sometimes got special treatment from them when it came to missing assignments. Still, as outgoing as he was, he didn’t flirt with many girls. Most went around school talking about how he stopped them in the hall to ask if they wanted to fuck after the next class period but they were all clearly lies. He wasn’t that sort of guy so if you thought about it, what made you so special?
The kind of flirting you’d seen him do at school was light hearted and mostly compliments rightfully owed to pretty girls in nice outfits or when their hair was neatly done. Even commented on their makeup but let them mistake his polite flattery for something more.
With you, it was different. He treated you like one of the guys and it was fine with you but the way he was acting now…something was different. Like, really different.
What if he didn’t flirt the way he did with you with other girls at school because you meant something else to him? That he’d already found what he was looking for and no longer needed to look elsewhere? It felt like a stretch but you knew Satoru by now. You were aware of how he acted and what was weird and what wasn’t.
You couldn’t figure it out but maybe if things continued on, you wouldn’t have to.
He’d just end up showing you.
Satoru’s fingers began to unbutton your shirt one at a time, feeling yours try to move his hands away. It was useless but once he was done, he captured your smaller hands in just one of his larger ones, keeping you from interfering with his plans with you.
“Don’t you trust me?” He asked you but you still couldn’t see his face since he hadn’t moved from his place close to your neck. “Because I trust you,” he added, voice falling into a whisper.
When you felt the cold tip of his tongue ring run across your neck, you visibly shivered and felt him press a soft kiss to your warm skin, breathing in your familiar scent. Without your hands to push him away, you were left with nothing but to remain there and hope that he wasn’t planning on going any further than this. Your legs were still spread out around his hips, but you were unable to use them.
“Satoru, maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.”
He pulled back with a slight frown on his face, forgetting about teasing you. “And why’s that?” He felt like his previous answer had been answered, just with an answer he wasn’t expecting to get.
You looked back at him until you couldn’t anymore, choosing to settle your gaze elsewhere that wasn’t directed towards him.
“I don’t trust anyone. Not like that.”
“Or you just don’t trust me.” His face became expressionless. He stared at you until the silence got underneath his skin. When he rose up away from you, it felt like you were able to breathe again except it didn’t feel as rewarding as it should’ve. It probably had something to do with the aura of rejection that began to radiate off of him, permeating the air around you. “Doesn’t really bother me. Couldn’t care less honestly.”
He moved away from you and was back at the edge of the bed, his broad back facing you now.
You laid there for a moment until you sat up, biting into your lip.
It wasn’t like you lied to him. It was true. You didn’t trust anyone because everyone had the ability to hurt someone, no matter who they were to them. As unfair as it was (and sounded), it was the reason you couldn’t allow yourself to fully trust anyone.
Not even Satoru.
You didn’t even see the problem. You trusted him to be as honest as he could be but as far as trusting him? Without reservation? It was impossible. That was asking you for far too much and somehow — it made you feel responsible for his flattened mood even when it shouldn't have.
“Satoru…”
He didn’t make a move to indicate that he’d even heard you. In fact, if you listened hard enough, you could hear quiet tapping. It sounded like the sound of him texting and it made you curious to know who he could’ve been talking to while being with you right now.
So with that newfound curiosity, you began to crawl over to him, near his shoulder. The bed shook and dipped with each movement of yours so you knew that he knew you were going over to him but that still didn’t grab his attention.
When you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing, you were right.
He was texting someone.
Someone like his other best friend, Suguru.
If he was truly aware that you were there next to him, that didn’t stop him from telling his friend what was really on his mind.
All about you.
— Sugu
so…you do like her? why not just tell her that
— Sato
no point. she doesn’t even trust me
not gonna waste anymore of my time on it tbh
it’s all bullshit
— Sugu
cmon man :/ you’ve been at this since freshman year
kept so many dudes from trying to talk to her and now you wanna give up?
lameee
— Sato
how am i lame tho?
even if i tried asking her out she’d just say no bc of our friendship or something like that
should’ve not even come over here ngl
— Sugu
u don’t mean that :(
— Sato
you pickin me up or what
— Sugu
man…don’t wanna get in the middle of all that but
yea
sure, wtv
be there in 20
— Sato
thx man
owe you one
— Sugu
damn fuckin straight you do
You scooted back from Satoru, falling back on your rump, trying to digest the conversation you’d just snooped in on.
If he liked you as much as you could clearly tell that he did, then trust wasn’t the problem. If your memory was going to serve you right, his apprehension towards expressing his true feelings for you had to do with something completely different.
And you knew exactly what that was.
— flashback.
It was a study group day.
Both Satoru and Suguru came over your house that Friday afternoon as per usual with their heavy backpacks over their shoulders, lips turned downwards from walking in the exhausting heat for the fifteen minutes that it took for them to get there. Naturally, if you had talked with your parents beforehand about them coming over, they would’ve said no. Two boys and one girl in a large house, alone? Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly in any way, shape or form you tried to put it for them to understand. Therefore, you told them nothing. All they knew was that you were home, alone.
So, the boys were forced to ditch their motorcycles back at their respective homes and walk the entire way to your house under the unforgiving hot afternoon sun. It was to only make sure that if your parents did come home early, they wouldn’t come back to find evidence of Satoru and Suguru at the house.
To make up for it, you presented them with ice cold freshly squeezed lemonades at the door. They didn’t waste any time downing each of their glasses, Satoru unashamedly asking for another one before the two fled up the stairs to your room to wait for you.
Since you were in the kitchen finishing up the sandwiches you were working on before they arrived, the boys made themselves comfortable on your fluffy rug that rested in the middle of the room.
It was feathery and white, something both you and Suguru always teased looked like Satoru’s hair everytime you two thought about it.
Satoru didn’t mind. He liked the attention either way.
“Sooo,” Suguru drew out, pulling out a few textbooks from his bag he’d need to study for the class he was most anxious about. Satoru slurped at his lemonade while on his stomach, scrolling through his social media feed. “Have you talked to her about it yet?”
“Huh?” Satoru glanced up at his friend, an eyebrow peaked with interest. “Talk about what?”
“You know…The locker room situation?”
“Ah,” Satoru smirked and set the glass aside, resting his chin on his arm as he went back to scouring through his insta. “That.”
Suguru gave him a look, “Yeah. That.”
“Nah, I haven’t.” Satoru grunted as he turned over onto his back, stretching his arms out in front of him with his phone still in hand. He got a text message and quickly went to text the person back. “No reason, really. She probably forgot all about it. No big deal.”
Suguru shook his head at his friend’s incredible ability to miss the signs that were clearly in his face.
“Yeah, I doubt that.”
When the ‘whoosh’ sound of his text message was sent, Satoru placed the cellular device on his stomach and stared up at the ceiling.
“I don’t. She hasn’t mentioned it so why should I?”
“Why would she? It was awkward, I’m sure.” Suguru leaned against the side of your bed, flipping through one of the textbooks for his bookmarked page. “I mean, she likes you but she’s shy. Then we’re friends so I think she’s been quiet about it because maybe she doesn’t want to ruin things. Not like you two dating would, honestly. Should just fuck and get it over with.”
Satoru frowned, feeling his ears burn, quickly sitting up. His mouth was agape when Suguru looked up at him causing his friend to snicker out a full laugh, shaking his head. “Clueless as fuck.”
“Who are you callin’ clueless? What do you mean?”
“How am I clueless?”
“And why are you laughing?”
“Hey!”
Suguru continued to laugh his ass off, head falling back to rest against the top of your bed. Satoru crawled over and kept firing off questions until both of them heard the door creak open.
You tiptoed in with a platter of sandwiches you’d made and it completely made Satoru forget what the previous conversation was even about as he stood up and ambushed you. He took several little ready-made sandwiches, shoving one in his mouth to leave extra room for his hands. Then, he hobbled back over to his spot on the floor, munching eagerly like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
Your cute frown at his impolite actions was noticed by Suguru who stood up and calmly walked towards you with a gentle smile. You smiled back when you felt one of his hands ruffle your hair.
“Don’t worry about him. Some pets come untrained,” he smirked and your eyes fell on Satoru who glared at Suguru’s back with an evil eye, still working on the sandwich he had in his hand. “We’ll teach him some manners. Then, you won’t have to worry about him running around here like he owns the place. Right?”
Under his gaze, you felt a bit small. To be fair, you felt small with both of them since they were at or over six feet. It was the way he looked at you. Eyes as dark as the midnight sky, peering down into yours, holding them with ease. He didn’t even have to work for the way you looked down at the platter in your hands, shying away from his intimidating stare. He simply hummed, a smirk still on his face, and grabbed a beautifully made sandwich from the tray.
You looked up and he winked, “Thanks for the sandwich. Make sure to eat some too, yeah?” and bit into it as he walked back to his own spot near your bed.
You stood there, heart beating irrationally against your chest, staring after him. It didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru who bitterly bit into his next sandwich, ripping his eyes away from you two to his phone again. He began grumbling under his breath about nonsense that Suguru couldn’t decipher but he had a few of his own ideas.
His plan was set and in motion.
The next hour and a half flew by.
It was hard to get any actual studying in when Satoru kept asking questions about the smallest things. Sometimes, it felt like he was doing it on purpose just to bother you from your focus.
Suguru was sitting closer to him so anything he needed help on understanding, his friend was there ready to slide any info he needed. Except, Suguru wasn’t who Satoru wanted the ‘help’ from. He wanted you to give him the answers, leaning so close into his personal space, able to smell your floral perfume. But no. He was stuck with Suguru who only gave him three worded answers for things he needed zero actual help on.
He couldn’t help but groan, shoving his face in the textbook he was holding.
You giggled, looking up at him. “Giving up already?”
Satoru peeked over the top of the book, blue eyes wide, “I can do that?”
You sighed and smoothed out your skirt, “Sure you can but we all have tests that we really need to study for. Not to mention homework that still needs to be done. I thought you wanted to get into the same college?”
Satoru blew out a breath, pushing his long legs out in front of him to rest his book on his thighs. “I do. I really do but some of this stuff is just impossible to understand.”
Suguru pushed his glasses back up his nose, “Not really. You have to try a little harder, that’s all. It’s boring stuff, I won’t lie, but it’s what’s going to get all three of us at the right grade point average to even be considered for the college we want to go to.”
Satoru pouted, another frown settling onto his pretty face as he wiggled his toes from the inside of his white socks.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Satoru,” you scooted closer to him and placed a hand on the textbook in his lap that momentarily made him think that you were actually touching his thigh instead. Oh, how he wished that was the case.
He looked at you, eyes quickly falling on your lips that looked like little pillows. “It’s hard, I know, but that’s why we do these group study sessions.” You smiled, making his heart weep in pure agony. “Whatever you need help on, we’re here. No matter how much help you need, we’re here. Understand?”
He looked at you like he was in a trance. He could smell your perfume now and it almost galvanized him into kissing you but he held himself back because what was his thinking? Kissing you? His best friend? A girl he didn’t even see like that? Maybe he was tired and needed a break. That was it.
That was all.
“Satoru?”
Your sweet voice brought him back to reality and he blinked, eyes shooting up to stare into your eyes now instead of your lips.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for several seconds until his brain short circuited.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he hurriedly said as he stood up, surprising you a little as you watched him. “Be back.”
His long limbs struggled to gain his footing but when he finally had both feet on the ground, he quickly sped walked out of the room, his shoulder hitting the door on his way out. He groaned out into the vacant hallway, grumbling to himself again in slight pain.
You couldn’t help but giggle at him for acting so weird but it wasn’t weird to Suguru. No. He understood what's been going on with his friend for a while now. It was just a matter of getting him to realize his own feelings, and he knew exactly how to do that.
“Hey,” Suguru’s voice grabbed your attention, watching him set his own book to the side as he moved closer to you. It was now or never but he needed to do this in perfect timing. His window of opportunity was in between the small moment that Satoru came back. Satoru was a jealous guy. Suguru hoped it’d work. “You’ve got a couple of bread crumbs on your face.”
“Oh, I do?” With an innocent worried look on your face, you began wiping at your lips when he caught your wrist, smiling.
“Don’t worry. I got it.”
He was so close now, you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. His eyes were drawn to your lips and it made you squirm a bit. While a hand of his was occupied with cleaning your face, he used his free hand to lightly touch your thigh.
“Stay still for me. Can’t really concentrate if you’re moving, right?”
Suguru was too good at this. Subtle movements, innocent actions, kind eyes and a casual tongue soaked in a sexual undertone. Nothing too noticeable unless he persuaded the mind to believe his interest came from another place other than wanting to simply be friendly.
It was where you were. He was so nice to you, it was hard to not see him as more than a friend. If there were truly crumbs on your face and he wasn’t using it as an excuse to get close to you, then that meant Satoru saw them but chose to not say anything. Then again, if he had…wouldn’t he have just teased you about it instead? Satoru never missed an opportunity to bug you about the littlest things. Bread crumbs on your face seemed like the perfect excuse to go about that.
As you slowly came to the realization that maybe you didn’t have anything on your face at all, Suguru pulled his hand back, his soft smile never leaving his face.
“There. All clean.”
You swallowed and gave him a smile, still trying to fight back the blood that wouldn’t stop rushing to your face, making you all hot.
“Mmm, thank you.”
“You know,” you blinked, listening. “There’s something about you…that I can’t quite put my finger on. Something about you that I really like.“
Was this really happening? Sure, you had a little crush on him but never in your life did you expect him to actually return those same feelings.
His pretty smile morphed into a devious smirk, leaning closer to you.
You made a small noise and tried to move back but forgot you were wearing socks and couldn’t fight the smooth rug underneath you, slipping with each attempt. You quickly plopped on your back and saw Suguru hover over you, arms placed at either side of your head. His long dark hair was still in its loose tie that kept most of it from falling over his shoulder but some of it began to slowly frame your face like a dark curtain. Your hands were together and against your chest, not knowing where to even put them.
“What would you say if I told you that I liked you? Hm?”
He was so much bigger and stronger than you that it felt futile to even try and move out from underneath him. Then again, it wasn’t like you had the strength to move at all with the way his eyes held you captive and in place. More importantly, if those things weren’t in your way, wouldn’t you still be lying there anyway?
One of his hands moved up to take your jaw, being careful with the way he handled you, and cooed, “I can imagine that this must be so shocking to you. I can’t tell if you’ve wanted this to happen or want me to stop altogether.”
“Please…” his eyes remained on you, trying to decipher what was on your mind. ”If you’re telling me the truth right now, don’t stop. I…I would say that I like you too.”
Suguru froze in place, unable to gather his thoughts in time to really understand if you’d figured out his plan and was just fucking with him or if you really had intense feelings for him. It didn’t make any sense. The way he watched you and Satoru go back and forth sometimes, bickering up a storm, he’d gotten the impression that you liked him back; just was too shy to say anything. He was only meant to help bring you two together, not help feed some crush he had no idea even existed on him.
Time was unfortunately not on his side as the door quickly creaked back open, Satoru standing in the doorway with a blank expression on his face.
He stood there, looking at the way his best friend was on top of his other best friend, feeling like he’d interrupted something he was never meant to walk in on. Just before your panicked eyes laid on him, he'd seen the way you were looking at Suguru. How your hands had inched towards his face like you wanted him to kiss you.
Or worse.
That you wanted to kiss him.
The way Suguru had been looking at you, it was like a stab in the back and Satoru had no clue why. So what, his friends liked each other. It wasn’t forbidden or unallowed between the three of you. Sure, it was never talked about in the first place but it was unspoken. Even so, Satoru couldn’t fight off the hands that began to wrap around his heart, intent on squeezing it until it popped within his chest. He left like he’d been hit by a truck.
It felt wrong continuing to stand there so ignoring the pleas that fell on his name, he turned around and left the room.
You didn’t understand what was going on or why Satoru left the way he did but you felt a sense of duty of figuring that out so you turned over and were about to get up and chase after him when Suguru stopped you by placing a hand at your waist.
You locked eyes with him, clearly hurt that Satoru was now hurt.
“Don’t. You won’t understand, but this is good for him. Trust me. Let him go.”
You still had the decision to go after him but you chose not to and maybe if you had…
Things would’ve made sense in the future.
— present.
“I’m gonna go,” Satoru mumbled as he stood up, stretching an arm above his head. When it popped, he let out a satisfied breath, rubbing his neck. You focused on the budding conversation, forcing yourself to step away from past memories. You began to remember the text messages you’d read moments ago and sat back up on your knees, staring at him. He gave you a strange look before he smirked, “So you know. Now what?”
You weren’t prepared for him to get right into it but then again, if he did have some sort of big crush on you for this long, what was the wait now? Might as well get right into it.
“Is that why you ran out of the room back then?” Satoru raised a brow like he wasn’t able to recollect the memory. “When you saw me and Suguru that day.”
“Oh,” he shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. I don’t really care though. I asked him if he had any feelings for you and he said no, so, you must’ve been the one to confess to him huh?”
“Yes.” His eyes fell down to the carpeted floor, biting into his lip. “I mean, I don’t…I don’t have any feelings for him anymore. I…” You fumbled with your fingers, nervously. “I like someone else.”
His pretty blues rose back up at you, fidgeting in place as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Someone else?” He huffed out a dry laugh, licking his lips. “Not that I care all that much but is it someone else I know?”
Your heart was beating uncontrollably and your skin began to sweat. You needed to make a move, ditching the thought of if it was going to be a right or wrong one. It didn’t matter because somewhere, deep inside, Satoru still liked you. You knew it. He was just too prideful to admit it to you. Either way, it was a shot, slim or not.
“Yeah. It is,” you moved towards the edge of the bed and got off of it, walking to stand in front of him. You were forced to crane your neck to look up at him, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know him very well, actually.”
A tick pressed itself against his jaw as he stared down at you. “That right…” You were so close that another step would’ve put you right up against his chest. “If it’s Nanami, I swear to god–”
“What would you do if I said it was him? Hm?”
The smirk that spread across your lips taunted him. He was trying to remain respectful but you were slowly pissing him off.
“Then I’d tell you he’s no good for someone like you.”
Your brows rose in curiosity, “Someone like me? What do you mean?” you teased him.
“I mean…” he finally closed the distance between you and him, a clear annoyed expression on his face. “You two wouldn’t fit. Maybe it would go alright in the beginning, but then…” the urge to walk backwards from him was strong but you chose to hold your ground, interested in what he was going to say next. “You’d get bored of him because that’s just how you are.” He clicked his tongue, “You’re hard to please. I would be surprised if you two lasted a week together.”
As if he snapped the string of tension in the air, he backed away and yawned.
“But, go ahead and entertain that if you wanna. Like I said, don’t care.”
“Liar,” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest. “You do care but you’re too scared to actually admit that.”
He sputtered out a small laugh, intrigued by the conversation again. “Yeah? Okay. I’ll bite. So I care. I don’t want you to date him.” His eyes narrowed in on you, walking back towards you. “In fact, I don’t want you to date anyone but me.” You stepped back, hopefully to keep some space between the two of you but it didn’t work. He kept closing it every single time. “I want you all to myself.” He snorted, disregarding how you were back to the edge of the bed now, almost falling back on it. “If that makes me selfish, then I guess I am. Gojou Selfish Satoru.” He smirked before taking a breath in. “Kinda has a ring to it, don’t you think?”
The last step he made towards you had you assuredly falling onto the bed, gasping out from the sudden impact. He didn’t let it stir him from messing with you as he leaned down, face centimetres from yours.
“And I’m not scared, by the way.” His eyes went from yours to your lips, then back up with a fire in them. “I just wanted to see if you’d finally admit that you like me back.“
Your mouth dropped open, “What?”
He chuckled, amused. “Did you think you were going to beat me at my own game? You’re dumber than I thought.” When he stood back up, he was standing in between your legs, gazing down at you with a lazy smirk on his face like there was something clearly funny about the situation that you now found yourself in.
“Game? What are you talking about? I…When did I say that I’ve got feelings for you? I don’t!”
He nodded, hands finding themselves back in the comfort of his pockets. “Mmm, yeah sure. Whatever you say, princess.”
You gritted your teeth, smoke practically coming out of your ears. “Don’t call me that and I don’t like you. Who could ever like someone so conceited as you? Cocky and over the top. Not to mention, you’re annoying and you–you talk too much!”
“Oh yeah?” His knee dipped into the mattress next to your thigh, still smirking, as he crawled on top of you. “What else?”
Your face was burning up as you moved up the bed to get away from him. “And you put on way too much cologne. You’re suffocating and have weird taste in food. I mean, who puts syrup on bread and actually eats it? It’s weird!”
“Yeah so weird right?” He mocked you, following you every bit of the way. “And it must be so hard for you to admit your feelings for me already because there’s no way you would actually like Nanami over me. I mean, you clearly have good taste in men since you were crushing on Suguru not too long ago. I’m clearly the better candidate.”
“You’re delusional,” you mumbled, back finally hitting the headboard. Your skirt was pushed up, exposing your bright underwear for him to see and what a sight it was.
“Oh, would you look at that,” his playful eyes soaked up the view of your soiled panties, teeth shining with mischief. “Already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. Cute.”
“Satoru,” you quickly grabbed a pillow and held it out in front of you like it was a weapon. Well, it could’ve been if you used it the right way. “I’m warning you. Stay away. Whatever tension or feelings you think exist between me and you, it’s wrong. You’re wrong.”
When he had his legs at both sides of yours again, he stopped moving and cocked his head to the side.
“Hm. Okay then. Prove it.“
You swallowed the ball of nerves down your throat, caught off guard. “Sorry?”
“Prove it,” he repeated again but in a lower octave, staring you down. “Prove that you don’t like me back and I’ll stop messing with you. What’s the harm? If you’re not lying, then it should be easy.“
You set the pillow aside, and considered his proposal.
If you weren’t lying then it should be easy, right?
You knew your own feelings. It just wasn’t the right time. Well, none of this was.
Maybe you just needed to convince him to believe it.
Shouldn’t be too hard, right?
“Fine. Whatever. If it’s that important to you.“
With a smug look on his face, he watched you tug his face down close to yours by the nape of his neck, awaiting your next move. The both of you were staring at each other with the air so still, it could’ve been cut through with a knife. Instead, it dangled between you two, taunting the raw sexual tension that sizzled and sparked from his eyes to yours.
The only way he was going to be able to let this go was if you made him think that you had no feelings for him. Nothing worth exploring, anyway. Flirting and joking with him was one thing but letting a relationship come in between all of that? What if things didn’t work out? Could you two rekindle a friendship again?
You couldn’t risk it. You weren’t much of a risk taker anyway. That was his thing, not yours. You looked at things logically. Made them make sense and if they didn’t, you didn’t go through with it. All of your decisions and choices were never mistakes or filled with regrets because you always made sure they were choices or decisions you wanted to make in the end. Satoru didn’t live by that rule. It was do now, think later. A sort of “ask for forgiveness, not permission” kind of guy. You were almost positive he had plenty of regrets and you didn’t want to add to it.
The staring match didn’t last much longer when you impulsively kissed him.
It was supposed to be four seconds, five tops, but for some reason…you just couldn’t pull away.
Something went wrong. Satoru’s lips weren’t supposed to be this soft. He wasn’t supposed to smell this good and he damn sure wasn’t supposed to touch you while you kissed him. Your face was being cradled in his unreasonably warm soft hands, holding you almost as delicately as a weakened flower. Lips moving slowly against yours, surprisingly without tongue. He led you the entire time and you melted against him, hating yourself for letting him win.
He was right.
How did you ever think you could beat him at his own game?
When you covered his hands with your own, you knew you’d lost.
It was a losing game right from the start wasn’t it?
When he pulled away, you were breathless but tried to recover by dipping your head down in slight shame. Things were going to change. You could feel it. You just didn’t know if it was going to be a good or bad thing.
“Hey…” he tilted your chin up to reconnect his eyes with yours, clear worry swimming around in them. So blue. So beautiful. A waking nightmare staring right back at you with no means to escape him. “Is it really that hard to acknowledge how you feel about me? I laid it all out there even when I was scared to do so. I value our friendship. I don’t want anything to mess that up but…” he shook his head, sighing. “I don’t think I can continue tiptoeing around you like I’m always on eggshells or something. Trying to act like everything’s okay when all I wanna do is kiss you and tell you how I really feel. Now you probably regret this entire thing right?”
He didn’t exactly give you time to give him a straight answer as he pulled back, running a hurried hand through his hair.
“I want this. I fuckin’ want this but I need you to want this too or it’s never going to turn into anything worth entertaining.” He stared down at you, blue eyes unwavered by the rocky emotions haphazardly running about inside of him. “So what do you want? What do you want to do?”
Which was the devil and angel on your shoulders? Your head or your heart? You couldn’t figure it out. It was why you couldn’t decide on what you wanted to do. Was Satoru worth the risk? Was he worth giving a shot? You knew him. You knew what being around him was like and how he treated girls. Albeit the rumors, you’d seen how loyal he was capable of being. How attentive he was and caring. He just could never get a handle on his emotions but everyone had a flaw or two. His flaw was just not knowing how to control his emotions but maybe that was something you could help him with. Maybe you were meant to be that balance for him. Be the water to his fire.
Maybe…
Just maybe he was worth it.
Because maybe the reward…was worth the risk.
“I…want this.”
Your voice was a little shaky, but it seemed to translate the same.
Satoru hovered his lips back over yours, breath ghosting the tip of your tongue. “Say that again.”
His hands glazed over your thighs, letting a finger hook under the cotton of your thigh highs, snapping it against your skin over and over again. You could even feel his knee push apart your legs, and press against your soaked panties, rubbing into it until you gasped out a small moan that made him groan.
“Fuck, say it again. I wanna hear you.”
“I want this.”
“Good,” he took your jaw in his free hand, forcing your lips to pucker out for him, smirking at you. “Because I wasn’t going to let you say no.”
He hungrily kissed you, not wasting any time shoving his tongue into your mouth, exploring every part of you that was now his. Not Suguru’s, not Nanami’s — his.
Satoru used his free hand to travel down your soft tummy, in between your cushioned thighs. Your pretty pleas fell on sadistic ears as he peeled aside your ruined underwear, resting the pad of his index finger against your swollen clit. Teasing you there, he hummed, feeling your arms fall around his neck, holding him down. Fuck, you were so needy and didn’t even know it but, oh. He was going to make sure you got well acquainted with every part of you as well as him.
He just hoped your parents didn’t get the itch to check on the two of you because what he planned on doing to you, they didn’t need to see.
“Toru,” you broke away from the kiss, sighing out a shaky whine that pulled him back down to earth.
“Yes, baby?” Satoru smirked, feeling your face push into his neck out of embarrassment. “What? You shy now?” He kissed your earlobe, lowering his voice into a whisper, “C’mon, it’s too late for that.”
“Shut up.”
He felt your hips move up against his hand and he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, “You’re so fuckin’ predictable, y’know that?”
He didn’t let you answer him before he gently removed your arms from around him, kissing your palms as he moved down to your chest. He stared at the bra he could clearly see through your shirt, and darted his dark blues up at you.
“Didn’t quite finish what I was doing here earlier now did I?”
Satoru continued circling at your clit while he expertly unbuttoned your shirt again with one hand. When he was finally face to face with your bra covered tits, he realized that he was much too impatient to bother with unhooking the thing so he pushed the fabric over your breasts, grinning from ear to ear as one popped out of the cup.
“Perfect.“
Mouth practically salivating, he ignored his name falling from your tongue and closed his mouth over the nipple. You quickly covered your mouth, the muffled moan spilling through your fingers as you trembled while pushing your chest against his face. He groaned, swirling his tongue over and over the sensitive bud, teething at it to get those cute squeals from you that he found to like so much.
As he played with your clit, he also realized that his fingers were long enough to multitask so he replaced his finger with his thumb, applying the same amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves, resuming the previous pace. Wasn’t like you were able to tell the difference with the way he didn’t let up from sucking at your tit, moving to give the same amount of attention to the other one.
While he worked you from the top, he trickled the remaining fingers he had free to your cunt, cursing around your nipple.
Your panties didn’t even do him any justice. You were a lot wetter than he’d seen.
Fuck.
His cock strained against his pants, wanting nothing more than to be buried in that sweet cunt you’d kept from him for so long. Even so, he was willing to be patient. The payout was going to be worth it, he was sure of it.
Satoru hummed as he let the saliva covered nipple free from his assault, looking up to see the way you were fighting to stay quiet. Chest heaving, trying to hold onto each and every single shaky breath you couldn’t keep contained by the hand you still had over your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you joined eye contact and he snorted.
“How’s that working out for you?”
He received nothing short of a nasty glare from you and dipped his head down, shoulders shaking.
“Guess I’ll have to try harder, huh?”
Deciding that your cute tits had enough for now, he shuffled down to the main event and almost groaned at the sight of his sticky fingers.
“And to think,” he opened his pale, slender fingers then closed them, repeating the action to watch your sticky arousal stretch out in view. “–that this is all for me.” His signature cocky smirk was back, and you looked away, much too embarrassed to watch him ogle your essence all over his fingers like that.
“You’re so weird,” letting your hand drop from your mouth and frowning up at the sound of distant squelching. Why was he still playing with it? “If you keep doing that, I’m leaving,” you warned, snapping your head back at him.
Satoru belted out a laugh and pulled his shirt from over his head with ease. “Fine,” he wiped the residue off with the material and you cringed, wondering if he was going to put that back on once he left later. “So now what?” He asked you, holding your gaze with nothing but lust. It was almost distracting with the way the tips of his fingers danced back onto your warm skin. “We don’t have long to play. Might have to speed things up before Su’ gets here.”
“Shit,” your eyes widened, “I forgot he was coming. Hey,” Satoru kissed your inner thighs, casually resting one on his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach. “Why don’t you call him or something? Tell him he doesn’t need to come over anymore.”
Your fingers filtered through his hair, nails lightly scratching at the roots. His pretty white lashes fluttered in response.
“I don’t know,” he released a breath before he wrapped an arm around the leg that he was giving the most attention to, “I think I like being timed. Kinda wanna see how fast I can make you cum before he gets here.” He smirked, mouthing at your thighs. You whimpered, trying to inch away but he kept his tight grip on you. You weren’t going anywhere. “That is…if your parents don’t run in here first.”
That sounded like a nightmare you wanted to avoid at all costs.
When you tugged at his hair, he laughed. “Don’t joke like that. I’d genuinely never speak to you again.”
“Ohh, and what would I do without you cutie?” He teased, stroking your leg while he moved his lips further inward. He took a deep inhale, and your ears burned. “This may sound weird, but you literally smell so fuckin’ good. I have this strong urge to eat you out for hours but fuck,” he pulled your panties back to the side again, eyeing your wet cunt. “–we just don’t have that too kinda time, do we?”
“Not only are you cringey but you talk way too much for someone that’s so close to...”
Satoru grinned, knowing what you meant but couldn’t say out loud, and looked up at you. “Mmm, don’t focus on that. Just focus on cumming on my face, yeah?”
With a roll of your eyes, you pushed his head down closer to what you knew was going to get him to finally shut up for a while, “yeah, yeah.”
The moment his lips were around your clit, your back curved off of the bed, hands instantly shooting out to grab at the sheets to anchor yourself. A mess of curses and whimpers fell from your lips as you closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure that he was giving you.
It came as a surprise to you that he was this good at eating a girl out. Had he been practicing or something? It didn’t make all that much sense since he didn’t sleep around like that so where the fuck did he learn to do that with his ton–
“Mmm, ‘toru,” your face pushed into the pillow next to you, desperately trying to ignore how good it actually felt to have that annoying tongue piercing of his slide across your clit the way it was doing. How he used it to tease you as he stared up at the expression on your face, eating you up like you were his last meal.
The obscene noises that came from his slurping, groans and sucking, it was enough to make you cum then and there but if you did, you’d never hear the end of it. Satoru was a proud kind of guy. He reveled in his talents and skills, and eating pussy was definitely one of them. You couldn’t stroke his ego like that. He needed to continue working for it.
No matter how close you were. It was embarrassing, really. You couldn’t even last a few minutes. God, you’d never hear the end of it.
“Any louder and they’ll think you’re getting murdered in here,” He taunted you, chuckling while sucking on your clit with a playful glint in his eyes.
If you weren’t so close to a toe curling orgasm, you would’ve smacked him with a pillow.
“Stop talking about my parents,” you grumbled, twisting your fingers in his hair, “You’re killing the mood.”
Satoru let your puckered nub go with a small ‘pop’ sound, taking your other leg in his hand. “Hmm, is that so? Well,” he pushed both of your legs up while he sat back up on his knees, smirking. “–maybe I should just fuck you and get it over with. There’s always next time.”
“Sorry?” You gave him a bewildered look that made him snort out a small laugh. “There’s definitely not going to be a next time. You’re crazy.”
“Awh,” he let you hold your own legs while he put a hand over his heart, playfully frowning, “You wound me, baby. You’re mine now so I think it’s well within my rights to say there’s going to be a next time for sure.”
“Satoru–“
He unzipped his pants, tossing them to the side, and pulled out his thick cock all in one go, taking you off guard.
“If there’s any doubt, maybe we should stop now.”
You stared at the angry red tip that was coated with his arousal. The pearl of pre that oozed from the slit made your mouth water for some reason. He didn’t have a small dick at all. Nor did it lack in girth. Sad to say, it was perfect. Trimmed, but thankfully not completely shaven. He looked to be around 7, maybe even 8 inches and it scared you. This was going to be your first time. You didn’t want to die during sex.
“I…Are you sure this is safe?”
He laughed, giving you a weird look, “Safe?” He then looked down at your pretty pussy lips and used two of his fingers to spread you open, ignoring your whines and protests. “Ah, so this is what you mean right? Don’t worry, pretty,” he bent down towards your face, smiling sweetly, “You can take it. I know you can.” He pecked your lips, making your heart race. “You’re new at this but your body will know what to do. Just relax and let me do the work, ‘k?”
Trusting Satoru felt like an incredibly stupid thing to do but at least he had some sort of experience with all of this. It was better than having sex with someone that was just as clueless to it all as you.
At least, that was what you’d decided to believe in order to convince yourself to let him put that thing anywhere near you.
You’d used toys before. You weren’t a stranger to dildos and such but nothing ever went over 6 inches. There were bigger sizes but you knew what your body could take, and every time you used that 6 inch dildo, it took a minute to stretch yourself out enough to enjoy it when you used it. Looking at Satoru’s dick, it looked impossible. He said your body was going to know what to do but sometimes he talked just to hear himself talk. What if he didn’t know what he was talking about at all? Or maybe he did, but your body became the problem?
“I don’t know…” You mumbled, eyes frantically going from his face to everywhere else around you. “I don’t know about this.”
“Shhh,” He shushed against your lips before kissing you softly. He felt your hand touch his forearm, and took the side of your face, caressing you. Slowly, your nerves calmed down and when he felt your breathing steady itself from the small distraction, he pulled back with a raised brow. “Better now?”
Truthfully, no, but if you wanted to do this, was there any other choice?
You nodded with a bit of hesitance, “Yeah. I guess so?”
Satoru kissed your forehead, and straightened his spine so that he was back in between your thighs. “Good enough for me. Now, just lay there and tell me if anything makes you feel too uncomfortable to keep going, yeah? This is only going to be enjoyable if you’re…ya know, enjoying it.”
“So that’s,” you pointed to his dick, “–supposed to fit into this tiny hole?” You asked him, now pointing to your vagina. He laughed again, shaking his head like something was actually funny when you were just trying to understand how it all worked because the girls in the pornos you watched looked to have no trouble taking those huge dicks but their vaginas didn’t seem as tight as yours. Maybe you were different from them. Wasn’t it good that Satoru knew that beforehand? “Why are you laughing?”
Satoru wiped the tears from his face, “I’m sorry, you just sound so…” he looked you up and down, then the humor was completely washed away. He smirked, “You’re as pure as they come, huh? Speaking of which,” he leaned forward to come face to face with you again, fingers tugging at your panties to pull off. “–how close to cumming were you a few minutes ago when I was eating that pretty pussy out?” Your face burned at how crude he was being. His azure eyes caught the way you tried to tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mm,” he smacked the back of your thigh, pulling a small gasp from you, “You were holding it back, weren’t you? Because of me, right? Well, that wasn’t very nice.”
“Satoru, what’s your point?” You felt him slide your panties completely off, and watched him toss it not too far away from the bed but not towards the door either. Then, he planted his hands at your hips and tugged you a bit further down, grabbing a pillow from the side.
“Lift up for me.”
You pushed your hips up, not sure what he was trying to do, and felt him push the folded pillow underneath your bottom. He kissed your cheek and moved to your ear, “You can relax now, baby.”
“Stop callin’ me that,” you grumbled, doing as you were told. “And are you still doing this with me still clothed?”
You were now elevated, and didn’t understand why. Not that it mattered. You had other concerns.
“Are you not going to answer my questions at all?”
He quirked a brow, raising back up. “Sure. About your clothes, they’re not in the way. Your tits are out and your panties are gone. Good enough to me, and about that other thing you were worried about — when I stretch you out all nice, it’ll fit.” He grinned before patting your cunt, making you twitch. “Then you'll be crying, screaming and creaming all over my cock. Does that answer all of your questions?”
You rolled your eyes again, choosing to ignore his vacuous way of talking, and focused on the fact that maybe the stretching part was going to work. He seemed to know what he was doing so trusting him felt like something you needed to do in order for this to work.
If you two even got to the sex part before Suguru made it over. Or worse, your parents heard you and came barging in.
Having a naked Satoru hovering over you with his dick inside of you was the last thing you ever wanted your parents to see.
They’d definitely pack the entire house up, and move you to another country if that happened.
And no doubt, Satoru would find his way to follow you. That was just how he was, and maybe…that was something else you liked about him.
You shook your head, and covered your face. What were you doing thinking about him like this right now? He was minutes away from fucking you in your brother’s old room. The situation was already weird enough. It wasn’t like you’d said yes to dating Satoru. It was just sex. The attraction had been there, but that was it. You were sure he also understood that but what about you? Did you understand that?
“Are you really that nervous?”
He began prodding at your entrance with just two of his fingers but it made you jump, reaching a hand down to curl around his wrist, stopping him.
“No,” you looked at him, eyebrows knitted together, “M’not nervous. Just…”
Satoru hummed, and pulled the hand that you were holding onto up to his lips, kissing yours instead. His lips were so soft. How did you miss that when they were all over yours a minute ago? “It’s okay if you are.” His eyes were back on yours, and they weren’t full of lust or mischief this time. Just a tenderness you didn’t often see in them. “Taking your virginity is a big thing for you. You said something about wanting it to be with a special person.” A side smile tugged at his lips, your hand falling limp in his grasp. “Must make me pretty special then.”
Damn, you did say that huh? He was right. He was special to you. Of course he was. He was your best friend. Sure, he was annoying majority of the time but he was still someone you considered special.
How did he manage to get this far with you? You were doing such a good job at maintaining the walls you had up, and just like that — he went and knocked them all down with a single conversation. Usually, you weren’t this vulnerable. You kept your cards close to your chest, and kept a friendly distance because you were scared of the idea that turning the friendship into something more was going to jeopardize it as a whole. He was worth the risk, but by how much?
“I think you are nervous but I want you to see that it’s a good thing. You’re just being cautious. I get it,” he intertwined his fingers around yours and used his other hand to continue with what he was doing. “Call it lust, call it attraction, but you want to do this for a reason.” You felt his fingers spread you back open, and frowned a bit. He smiled with his eyes down to focus on the task, but he was still in tune with the conversation. “Whether it’s because you actually have feelings for me or not, I’ll take it for now.” When he pushed his fingers into your wet heat, you immediately clamped down on him. Your thighs trembled, breath hitching in your throat. It felt foreign but not enough for you to tell him that it was too uncomfortable for you to continue. “Fuck,” he breathed, brows furrowing in concentration. “You’re tighter than I was expecting.”
You squeezed his hand when he was as deep as he could go, stilling his movements.
“Why did you stop? Something wrong?” You asked him, worried.
Satoru’s eyes flickered up at you before chuckling, “Nah. Just wondering how good it’s gonna feel to have your tight cunt all wrapped around my dick like this is all.”
“God, you’re annoying,” you chose to stare at the wall across the room, completely fed up with him at this point.
“Alright, I’m gonna move now. That’s cool with you, right?”
“Mhm.”
Steadily, he started to move his fingers in and out of you, eyes constantly glancing between what he was doing and your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you or anything. He kept at it until he felt one of your thighs push against his shoulder. He smirked. Yeah, you were getting there.
Satoru kissed at your inner thighs as he worked your cunt nice and open, curling his fingers and picking up the pace a bit. He heard your moans from above, as soft as they were, and knew that you were finally enjoying it.
“Doin’ so good for me, baby, y’know that?”
“Stop, ah, talking so much,” you whined, “Focus, please.”
He smirked, “Oh, I’m focused. Just praising you a little. You gotta know how good you’re doing down here.” He kissed your skin once more before groaning at the sight of your juices all over his fingers now. “Fuck, if you could see yourself right now. Gonna lose my mind.”
Him? What about you? You were the one on the edge of unconsciousness. There was a tiny spot in you that was always too hard for you to reach. Your fingers were never long enough to make you feel the way your toys made you feel. Always broke out into a sweat trying to find it on your own, but now that Satoru’s freakishly long fingers were unreasonably deep within you, growing closer and closer, you had no doubt he was going to find it and it felt embarrassing how badly you wanted him to.
“Just like that,” he commented, barely above a whisper as he felt you squeeze his fingers again, “Come on, pretty. Lemme hear you.” Your moans were stifled by the back of your hand but it couldn’t conceal the whimpers that managed to slip out. He watched your futile attempt at being quiet, and sighed. “I admire you for trying but how long do you think that’s going to work? Because I still haven’t found what I’ve been looking fo– Holy shit.”
Thinking that something was wrong, you looked down but felt his fingers press upwards, sending your mind spiraling around the room. You were positive that your moans travelled all the way downstairs, towards the den you knew your parents were still in. They were seconds away from flying into the room, kicking Satoru out and banning him for life and then grounding you until you turned twenty-eight. You were never going to see the sun or your friends ever again, and it was all his fault.
“Satoru–”
“Right here, yeah? Does it feel good? Bet it fuckin’ does.”
After finding what he’d been searching for, he was abusing it. The feeling was almost indescribable. You were practically floating, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your thighs shook, and when he started sucking on your clit again — you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your stomach anymore.
Satoru felt you clench down on his fingers one more time before he could feel your walls fluttering and spasming. He smirked around your throbbing bud and let it go, settling to watch the way you whined and whimpered into the pillow next to you, legs threatening to close.
“Uh-uh,” he smacked your thighs, hungrily eating up the gasp of ‘please’ that you shuddered out, still trembling through your ground-breaking orgasm, “Keep’em open for me, baby. Wanna see you.”
You didn’t even have the strength to be annoyed by his undying desire to continue zeroing in on you the way he was doing. Your breaths came out in staggered one’s and two’s, feeling as though you were hyperventilating. It was safe to say that you’d never experienced an orgasm like that, and it was all because of him. The boy that lived to tease you, make you feel like his friend one day and a foe the next. Which, you didn’t mind because that was just how your friendship with him worked. However, you wondered what things were going to be like now. Maybe there was going to be a little less bickering, and a lot more fuckin—
“Damn,” Satoru finally pulled his fingers out of your slick heat, oceanic eyes savoring up the state that they were in. Coated with your creamy fluid, it was like looking at living art. You were so fucking beautiful, and you didn’t even know it. Yet. “I really do wish that we had more time,” he began, but you were still face first in a pillow, catching your breath, “I’d love to teach you how to suck dick because I’m getting this weird feeling you’d be really fuckin’ good at it.”
With a deep sigh and feeling your ears singe as though flames from a fire were licking at the shells of them, you groaned out, “Please get to the point already.”
Satoru snickered, glancing up at you. “You know exactly what I mean. But let’s save that for next time, yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed back up onto his knees and crawled to hover over you. Snatching the pillow away and ignoring your whining, he leaned forward, snow white hair acting as a curtain between his and your faces. There was a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips that you couldn’t ignore. It annoyed you more than being face to face with him again. “Right now though, m’gonna fuck you.” In front of you, he slowly dipped his fingers – one by one – into his mouth, and sucked on them like they were coated candy. It should’ve grossed you out, okay it did a little bit, but for some reason…it turned you on even more.
Maybe you were going delirious.
“Mmm,” he moaned around his digits, not breaking eye contact, “Sweet.”
You fake grimaced, and looked away in disgust, “Ugh, remind me to never let you finger me ever again.”
He snorted, removing them and wiping them on the bed sheet next to you. “Highly doubt you won’t want these bad boys in you next time but,” he shrugged, “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now,” Satoru took your chin in between two of his fingers that weren’t just in his mouth, and turned you back to facing him again. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?” Fuck, it was back. Your heart began to thump strongly inside of your chest. His tone was light and teasing, low and a bit breathy as you felt his other hand move down to pick your leg up and put it in line to his waist. Then, his lips moved to your ear, grinning faintly. “Wanna fuck you soooo bad, baby. Can’t you feel it?”
You could. He was grinding against your pussy, deeply groaning into your ear, begging you to say yes. He knew that you wanted him just as bad, but he needed you to say it. Of course, you weren’t as vocal with him but to hear you tell him that you wanted him to fuck you — it was better than just doing it.
A logic that you couldn’t understand.
Even after an earth-shattering orgasm, you could feel the core within you flare up again. Your skin sizzled, and your body tingled for more. Was it really necessary for you to say something like that out loud? Couldn’t he tell that you wanted him just as bad? You were definitely wet enough.
“Baby,” he moaned impatiently in your ear, and you sighed, almost letting it turn into a moan yourself.
“Satoru, please just put it in. God, why do you have to be like this? So annoying,” It came off lightheartedly so that was why he couldn’t help but laugh. It quickly turned into a low whine, pressing kisses against your neck.
“So mean,” he muttered, frowning up. “Fine.” He let your leg go, and directed the tip of his cock towards your entrance. “You’re going to be uncomfortable for a minute so…” It wasn't like you weren’t expecting it to hurt a little. It was definitely going to be unpleasant until you got used to the feeling. As a result, you gave him a nod, and that was all he needed to continue.
He carefully parted your folds with the head, biting back a groan as he felt you immediately welcome him in, walls latching onto his dick like you’d reached down and took hold of him with your own hand. It definitely felt way better than when he used his fingers earlier. He had to remember to take his time for your sake without losing himself in your tight cunt.
You, on the other hand, were gripping his arms, eyes shut facing the ceiling. It took everything in you not to stop him altogether, but you wanted this. Ashamedly, you’d wanted it for a pretty long time and so far, there wasn’t much that you were missing out on. The pleasure always came after the stretch, but fuck, did it have to hurt this bad to get there?
Satoru raised his head to kiss your cheek, but when he was met with a certain wetness to your soft skin, he quickly frowned and stopped where he was at, “Hey,” he called softly, worried now, “It hurts, doesn’t it? We can stop. I don’t want you in pain just because you think that you can do this right now. We can try another time. I’m not in a rush to do this tonight, you know.”
Pitiful. You acted so tough whenever you bickered with him like cats and dogs but here you are, nails slightly dug into his creamy skin, giving him the impression that you couldn’t even do this one little thing. He must’ve been disappointed. He sounded worried but then again, Satoru always had been one of the best actors you’d ever seen. He was probably annoyed, and you were beginning to feel frustrated and embarrassed all at once. How bothersome.
“No,” you shakily breathed out, wanting to stomp on your own foot for once, “Keep…keep going…”
Satoru released a low hum, eyes searching your face for any other indication that you actually wanted him to stop but saw none. He knew that you were just putting on a brave face. That you were telling him that because you either didn’t want to stop or you probably did, just didn’t want to disappoint him. He could’ve scoffed. As if. Didn’t you know that he was under your spell? Whatever you say, goes? He wasn’t ignorant to your feelings. In fact, he found that he could read you better than you’d ever know. Which, in hindsight, was actually a feat considering you weren’t the most open person he knew. You were good at hiding behind a wall. It was just that he knew you so well, you couldn’t hide much from him now.
Still, he needed to make sure.
“You…you sure?”
“Satoru,” you opened your eyes to find him still looking down at you like you were some puppy he’d almost ran over in the street, and felt exhausted already. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“Just asking,” He resumed with the pace, pushing himself in further, watching you whimper and turn your head to the side in slight pain, “I told you that if you don’t feel good doing this, I won’t so…”
What was he expecting your reaction to this to be? You, smiling and laughing; not having a care in the world? It hurt, it was painful. What more to it? He knew that it wasn’t going to feel great being the first dick to ever slide in your vagina so you needed a minute to get used to it. Plus, it wasn’t like you practiced with your dildos five days a week. You, often, crammed for tests and even toured different colleges (despite knowing the exact one you wanted to attend after graduating). Which, you still needed to make sure Satoru was going with you and Suguru or else the plan was going to have to change. That conversation could be saved after all of this, though.
Fact of the matter was, you chose this. Therefore, you were allowed to tell him when you wanted to stop or not and right now, you were nowhere near close to reaching that first decision.
“Fuck,” You could feel how full you were becoming, and felt like he was much bigger now that he was sliding himself into you. Maybe you’d misjudged his size when you looked at it earlier. He was probably bigger than what you’d seen and if that was the case, you were going to have a little more trouble than you thought. “Feels so weird but…kinda…kin…da–”
“Good?” He filled in, smirking as you reopened your eyes to look back at him, feeling your cheeks warm at how close you realized he was.
“Mhm.”
He chuckled, unable to hold himself back from kissing you. Your lips modded against his, moaning softly into his mouth, letting him taste you again. When he’d kissed you before, it slipped your mind how good it felt to feel his piercing against your bare tongue, letting the wet muscle slide and press down on yours. Especially when he sucked on your tongue, earning a cute whine from you that he ate up by diving his tongue back down your throat, swallowing up all of those cute sounds that you were making.
His lips trailed from yours to your cute neglected nipples that were pressing against his chest for clear attention again. As soon as he took one in his mouth and pinched at the other one, he heard you gasp before moaning out. Letting the little piece of perky flesh roll in between his fingers as he glided his tongue all around the nipple he had in his mouth. As simple of an act it was, it was strangely taking your mind off of him shoving his massive dick into your too small of a hole. You trembled under his touch, begged for more, and he was happy to oblige.
Satoru discarded playing with your other nipple, and reached a hand down until he was met with your needy clit, beginning to rub it in gentle circles.
“O-oh!” You wailed out, much too loud for even his taste as he used his other hand to clamp over your mouth. The rest of your moans were muffled, and it made him smile around your now way-too-sensitive nipple, pulling away with a distinct ‘pop’.
He moved his face back in front of yours, and cooed, “Awh, look at you. Sorry, but you’re getting a bit loud, baby, and I like having my head so,” he shrugged and kissed your forehead before he rested his against it. For a moment, he stopped playing with your clit and focused on finishing the journey into your hot cavern. Your walls were so tight around him, he wasn’t sure he was even going to make it any further than this. A slew of curses tumbled from his lips as he finally felt himself bottom out, hips flush against yours. “Fuck, I could cum right now,” sliding his hand from your mouth.
“That’s a compliment…right?” You asked, breathlessly, and heard him bellow out an airy chuckle.
Satoru nodded. “Yeah. It’s a compliment.”
Without his help, you kept your legs at both sides of his hips, trying to relax. It should’ve felt odd to have Satoru on top of you like this, but it couldn’t have felt more right. Again, you were probably a little delirious and overstimulated, but you could always reassess your feelings after this was over. Not like you wanted it to be over any time soon, there was just a small window of time in place since there was no way to know when exactly Suguru was there or not. As if he’d announce himself before barging through rooms to find you two since he had no clue you and Satoru were playing twister in a very inappropriate way.
“Okay,” You felt his breath hit your face, and was bothered by how unbothered you were about it. Minty. “Let me know when you want me to start moving.”
You scoffed, “Well, thank you for letting me make the choice but from the way you just said that, I think if it was left up to you, you’d have moved by now.”
Satoru pouted, pretty blues feigning his feelings now hurt, “Yeah? Well, I won’t lie. You’re right,” He smiled at the way you rolled your eyes. Of course you were right. “But,” he kissed your nose causing it to wrinkle up upon contact, “–only because we don’t really have a lot of time. I did say that, didn’t I?”
The urge to roll your eyes again was strong, but you were resilient. You held back, and he was silently thankful. He didn’t need your eyeballs rolling out of your head. He quite liked your eyes. They were pretty to look at when you weren’t glaring or giving him the evil eye.
Kind of like now, actually.
“K,” was all he was willing to give you, feeling him pull out like you were more delicate than glass, “God, m’gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he had a hand back on your jaw again, smirking down at the wild look on your face. “Fuck being worried about your parents. We’re about to have the whole damn neighborhood knocking at the door.”
Panicking, you swatted his hand away from you and squeezed your thighs against his hips. “Satoru, we don’t have time for this shit. It’ll be your big mouth that’ll get us caught before I will. Now, stop talking so damn much and fuck me already- ah!” Your nails instantly pressed back into his skin again as he slammed his thick cock back in, groaning out with his head dipped down, close to your neck.
There wasn’t much talking after that. He abused your cunt without much thought on how you were doing, which wasn’t like he needed to have much concern on if you were enjoying it or not because your moans and pleas for more was proof enough. How you locked your ankles at the lower end of his back, almost pressing him back in when he pulled out. A smirk fell on his lips as he cursed, licking along your warm neck, feeling your pulse race against the wet muscle. Call him whatever you wanted, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else right about now except here. With you, on you, in you. Fuck, he could think up a million other things he could’ve been doing but he’d choose fucking you over it all. Not just because it felt good but because it was you. You made him so intoxicated, so blind to everything else that wasn’t you. Your scent, your smile, your voice, your body, your snarky way of shutting him down whenever he talked and especially how shy you got without even realizing it sometimes. All because of him. He was the cause of it, and call him crazy, but he fucking loved that.
“Too mu- mnh! Wait!” you mewled out, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.
Satoru chuckled, rocking his hips into yours, trying to search for that precious little spot in you that he’d grown fond of. “Now it’s too much? Geez,” he pulled back, and peered down to look at you, “Awhh,” he cooed again, catching the small balled up tears that fell down your cheeks with his index finger. “It really is too much for you, huh? Well, take it for a little bit longer, yeah?”
He planted kisses all along your face, causing your face to burn in embarrassment. Why was he such a kisser all of the sudden?
“Just slow down,” You panted out, giving him one of the saddest pouts you could muster up; which usually worked whenever you wanted something to go your way. Then again, this was Satoru. He wasn’t ever easily moved by such weak tactics at getting him to change his mind. “Please?”
“You beg so nicely, it’s kinda hard to say no,” he muttered, grinning with amusement, “But no.” He watched your eyes fill up with more tears, and he kissed those away too. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Done with the sentimentals and taking it easy on you, he sat up from laying on you and pushed your thighs as far towards your chest as they were able to go. Which, impressively, they were almost pressed right up against you. He smirked. Flexible, too? His dick twitched from inside of you. Too bad he really couldn’t take his time with you. He’d just have to experiment with different positions that required a very flexible partner later on then. Spoiler aler: you.
“Toru, what are you-”
“Shhh,” he said under his breath, eyes down, captivated by the amount of cream that had collected at the base of his cock from a mixture of both you and his arousal. “Just lay pretty for me.” His eyes flickered back up to you, glinting with something you couldn’t make out. “I kinda want Suguru to walk in right now.”
Your eyes widened. That was just a nightmare waiting to happen.
“Why do you say that?”
Satoru was quiet for a moment, releasing one of your legs to slither a hand down between the both of you to rub at your clit. You squealed and tried to close your legs from the sudden attack when he kept them both open with just one hand.
He withdrew a breath before finally speaking, “Because…what better way to know that you’re now mine than catching me balls deep in you? Think that would get the point across permanently, don’t you think?”
Exasperated, you decided to indulge in his possessiveness. “He doesn’t have any feelings for me. That sounds pointless.”
“To you, but not to me,” He replied before pushing his cock fully back inside, biting into his lip. You released a shaky breath, pitifully wishing that he was closer so that you could touch him again. “It irks me that anyone could come around, declaring their feelings for you. You’re with me now. Everyone’s gonna get the hint that you’re off limits,” He placed his hands firmly at your hips, gripping you, tightly, “One way or another or,” his teeth gleamed off of the dull lighting in the room, sending strange waves throughout your lower stomach. “I’ll just have to fight them all. Maybe then,” he sent a particularly rough thrust into you, erupting a drawn out whine from your throat, “-they’ll get the fucking hint.”
Satoru was ruthless with the way he was now treating you. Eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as his pants began to blend with your own and fingers so deep against your skin - you wouldn’t be surprised if you walked out of this with bruises later on.
The bed rocked loudly against the wall, creating a constant thump thump thump that fell at the back of both of your minds. You couldn’t focus on anything, but how good he was fucking you. And god, it was good.
"Sa-toru, s'too much, please," you pleaded with him once more, not sure what you wanted him to do about it because stopping him was the last thing you wanted.
He bent down, close to your face again, and chuckled against the warmth of your skin, "What is it, baby? Too much? Want me to stop?"
"N-no! No, no no," you moaned out, frowning up as you felt a hand of his move down to your aching clit that was desperate for more stimulation. "Please don't stop."
He hummed, letting his middle finger circle your clit at a steady pace as he continued to pound into you, relentlessly. "Anything but that, huh? God, you're so pretty." He was staring at you, watching the little tears fall from your pretty eyes. He had a thing for making girls cry while fucking them so he couldn't help but be entranced by the way you sobbed for him to keep doing what he was doing. It was hot.
He smirked and licked up one of the salty trails, groaning. "Keep crying like that, and I definitely won’t be able to pull out."
It was a miracle you’d remembered to take your birth control for the day earlier.
You got shy by the comment, and tried to hide your face anywhere where he wasn't able to see, but he wasn't having any of it.
"No, baby, let me see you. I wanna see you," he repeated, taking your jaw softly in his grasp, melting at the look on your face as he fucked you harder, angling his hips for that certain spot he'd been looking for again. Found it. Your face was now wet with tears, skin blotched with bits of red from the heat underneath your skin, lips puffed and coated with saliva from the drool moments ago. You looked fucked out. Just how he wanted you. "What a fucking sight you are, pretty girl."
Your mind fell off the deep end as you felt one of your legs come up in line of his waist, gripped tightly to keep it there as he fucked into your tight hole at jet speed, two fingers now at your clit.
You were babbling on and on about nothing in particular, forgetting where you even were. Drool dripped down as Satoru held you close to him, his head nestled into your neck, chasing after his own release. He knew you were close just by the way your thighs trembled around him and wanted you two to cum at the same time.
He toyed with your clit, and heard you beg in such a pathetic tone, it was hard to hold back his own release.
"Please, please cum in me," you whined, clutching piteously at the sheets while holding onto him, nails dug deep into his shoulder blades.
He smirked, "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."
You clenched around him, throwing your pride right out of the window. "So fucking bad, I need you to...I need you...mngm," you weren't making much sense, but he got the jist.
It was all he needed to get you to come undone around him.
As your orgasm rattled your entire body, turning your bones into pure jelly, Satoru wasn't able to hold back much longer and shot every bit of his load against your cervix, filling you up all nice and good while biting into your shoulder to keep from being so loud.
Each breath of yours came out shaky, and so did his. It was a quiet moment between the two of you as he slowed his movements, riding out both of your highs.
Once he believed every drop was in you, he pulled himself out and hissed at the way you were still clenching down on him, twitching from the motions.
"Satoru..."
He leaned up with every ounce of strength he still had left, and watched the way his cum oozed out of you. He smiled, in a daze. He was pleased. Very pleased.
"Yeah?"
You went to close your legs when he kept them open with strong hands. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was still admiring his 'work of art’.
"So…what now?"
His ears perked up at that. "Huh?"
You sighed, feeling the after effects of what just happened between you both. "Yeah...like what are we? Friends? Or with benefits? I don’t understand."
Satoru snorted, closed your legs and began moving off of the bed. Once he had his clothes put back on, he went in search of a towel and a rag to use. On his way to the connected bathroom, he shrugged, “Dunno. That’s up to you.”
Instantly, you frowned. Why was it now up to you? Wasn’t he just going on and on about you being his now? What happened to that? You bit into your lip, worrying the fragile skin. Was he…not interested in you anymore? He sounded like he didn’t care. Didn’t he, though? Or had that just been him talking? Of course he didn’t mean any of it. You weren’t very interesting anyway. There were much prettier girls to get invested into. You were nothing but his friend, and that’s how it was always going to be.
So you were delirious after all.
Just then, he came padding back into the room, a warm towel in one hand and a dry one in the other. Deciding that silence was better than talking about something you no longer held any interest in, you let him clean you up. Neither of you said anything to break the tension even though you were half-expecting Satoru to say something. It couldn’t be helped. He wasn’t feeling it. It was obvious. Well, as obvious as it seemed since his expression was blank and completely unreadable. It almost pissed you off how nonchalant he was now being. Almost.
“There,” he gave your thighs a final sweep before patting you dry with the dry towel, “All clean.“
“Thanks.”
He walked back to the bathroom to put both towels in the hot water he’d run in the basin the first time he walked in, and came back out just as fast. He was still quiet when he sat back on the bed, but he chose to sit at the edge, like earlier, back facing you again.
Great.
Stupid Satoru, you moved off of the bed and began dressing, sending death glares at the back of his pretty head, stupid everything.
Did he say that because the ball was now in your court? He’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted more, to be with you after it all, and was just waiting to see if you wanted the same thing. Seemed about right.
There was a lot of talk during the entire thing that maybe he was feeling a bit anxious. He was never really good when it came to talking about deeper feelings. Was probably why you were in the dark so long about how he really felt about you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to go yelling those sorts of things out to everyone (or even to himself). He was sometimes…complicated, but you understood.
With a more hopeful mindset, you finished fixing your bra and getting your underwear back on, and went to sit down next to him. You noted that your thighs were touching, and how he didn’t move away from you. That was a good sign, at least.
“Hey…” your eyes fell to the floor instead of making eye contact with him, “I’ll just get straight to the point. You like me, right?”
Out of your peripheral vision, you saw him quietly nod. Yep. Good sign.
“Okay…that’s good.”
“Now I have a question for you.”
His voice startled you a bit, looking at him with curious eyes. For some reason, you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Like someone had taken it out of your chest, and was holding the organ up right next to you. It made you swallow a ball of saliva that was caught in your throat, trying to quiet the noises to hear what he had to say.
“Do you…do you like me too?”
That seemed easy enough to answer but for some odd reason, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth. There was no one in your head but you, so why couldn’t you at least admit it to yourself? No more beating around the bush, using riddles to disguise it, how did you truly feel about him? Did you want a relationship with him? He wasn’t a bad guy. He was actually quite caring. Had some jealousy and possessive issues going on, but nothing that’d keep you from saying yes so what was actually the problem?
When you finally gave it some real thought, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you felt you weren’t good enough for him. The girls at school were all his type or at least girls you saw would look a million times better with him than you. You were, to put it simply, insecure. Your insecurities couldn’t allow you to be in a relationship with him because of his popularity around school. What if he wanted to walk you to one of your classes, hand in hand, for people to ogle and giggle at? Or worse, kiss you on the cheek in front of someone, and then the entire school figured out you two were now dating? That the great Satoru went, and chose you out of all of the girls there to be with. You’d rather lay down on train tracks than let that happen. It was senior year, and it was almost over, but there was no doubt things would be the same in college. You two just didn’t fit. How come he couldn’t see that?
“Satoru...we don’t mix. We wouldn’t make sense. We’re two completely different people. I’d rather skip out on the odd looks and whispers, and just stay where it’s safe.” You sighed, “As friends.”
His hands drew into fists by his sides, “There you go, dodging the question again. So you’re scared, is what you’re saying? Scared of what people are going to think?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling your blood boil, “I am,” but it wasn’t necessarily out of anger. It was more so from the heat of the moment. You didn’t know what else to say or how else to put it. A relationship just couldn’t happen.
Satoru snorted, “So us fucking just now was a waste, right?” He stood up as your lips parted, eyebrows furrowing. “It didn’t mean shit to you. I can see it in your eyes.” His hands were still fisted up but his eyes were now glossy. Was he really that upset about it? “I poured out my heart only to get it broken again except this time, by someone I actually give a damn about. Yeah,” he nodded. “What a fuckin’ waste it was.”
He headed for the door and you shot up from your spot on the bed, trying to push back the tears you could feel forming behind your eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “So what? You’re gonna just leave? I…I don’t want to have feelings for you, but I do. I do, Satoru. I just can’t handle what will come with that. I’m sorry.”
He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, feeling irony from this situation. “Funny you say that yet you had no problem trying to climb on Suguru’s dick a while back.” He looked over his shoulder at you, the dark look in his eyes causing you to slightly jump. “What’s your excuse for that one? He’s just as popular as me. What’s the difference?”
You felt that if you didn’t choose your words carefully, he really was going to walk out of that door and you feared that he’d never want to see you again. This felt like a more serious fight than you’d anticipated.
But he had a point. What made him and Suguru so different? Or was there a difference at all? You’d confessed to Suguru as quickly as he had (though it had only been a ploy on his end), and felt sick when he rejected you later that day. It was almost hard to stay friends after that, but now knowing how Satoru truly feels about you…couldn’t you offer him the same shot as you gave Suguru? They were both very well known around the school, and Suguru was popular not just by association but because he always hosted the best house parties and was on the attractive side as well. He earned his spot on the popularity board so going out with him would’ve been the same as going out with Satoru.
Dig deeper, you mentally told yourself. There’s more to it. There has to be.
And there was. You just couldn’t think of it.
“Graduation’s around the corner,” you heard him mutter, pulling your attention back, “I applied to a different college as a backup plan. You know,” there was a faint smile on his face but it looked pained; forced, “-in case this whole thing between us went south. So...probably won’t be joining you and Su for Uni.” He shrugged. “Probably won’t mean much to you anyway. I wonder,” he kept a hand on the door and turned to face you, “Is this part of a plan or something? Use me to get to Su? Because maybe you haven’t gotten over him. You said you didn’t have feelings for him anymore, but that was probably a lie, right?”
Your bottom lip trembled but you tucked it between your teeth to keep from showing him that he was hurting you, bit by bit, “Not true, and you know it.”
“See,” he shook his head, eyes narrowed at you, “That’s the thing. I don’t. I don’t know shit, apparently. Maybe I never have. I mean, you aren’t doing anything to keep me here so what does that say to you?”
“What the hell do you want me to say?!” You shouted at him, knowing it was going to get your parents attention. Like you cared. “I told you that I like you! I just can’t be in a relationship with you, and I don’t want Suguru either! I don’t want to feel any worse than I already do by just being friends with you two!” He stared at you blankly as he watched you walk towards him. He didn’t move a muscle. Just stared. “So what do you want? Hm? What do you want me to say?”
Satoru let go of the doorknob and slowly, ever so gently, took your face into his warm hands, gazing down at you with a softness that almost made you stop holding back your tears. Almost. “I want you to say fuck everyone else, and focus on just me. On us. Don’t give a damn about what they might say, and be with me. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. No one makes me feel the way you make me feel.”
“Satoru…” You couldn’t escape him. He was looking directly at you, so close, too close. Like he was able to see all of the things that you were hiding behind your eyes, desperately trying to protect yourself from becoming too vulnerable. Except, he’d invaded your private space a long time ago. He could see those things you wanted to keep hidden, and didn’t judge you for it. He just wanted to love you for it, if you’d let him.
Would you?
Could you?
“I…”
His pretty blue eyes gleamed with hope. “Yeah?”
“Toru…I want-”
The door suddenly swung open, bumping Satoru into you and crashing both of you to the floor. Luckily, he had saved you from the impact of the fall by grabbing you and switching positions so that his back was the one that met the hard flooring. You landed on top of him in a heap, legs tangled around each other. Suguru had a curious look on his face when he poked his head in the room, looking around until you caught you two. His eyes widened before his lips formed into a smirk.
“Damn. So I guess my assistance wasn’t needed at all.”
His comment came from how Satoru’s hands were wrapped around your midsection and how close your face was to his. It didn’t help that Satoru’s face was blood red either.
“Could’ve knocked,” Satoru grumbled before he sat up, pulling his knees up as well to cradle you against him so you wouldn’t think that he was pushing you away. He frowned, still a little embarrassed. It sort of shocked you because didn’t he say he wanted Suguru to walk in on you two having sex minutes ago? It sure sounded familiar. Now he was shy? You came to realize that sometimes — Satoru was all bark and no bite. “That would’ve been a nice heads up, idiot.”
Suguru crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow, “Well that’s a weird way to say thank you.”
Satoru looked at him with a bewildered look, “And what would I have been thanking you for?”
His best friend gestured to the way you and Satoru were still pressed against one another. Satoru looked away from him, and stared off elsewhere. “Oh. Yeah, well…” You stiffened in his hold. “We’re just friends so…”
“No,” just like he had done, you placed a hand on his cheek, and brought his face back in front of yours, “We’re not.”
Both brows shot up this time, eyes wide again, “We’re…not?”
With a small smile, you shook your head. “Nope.” You then turned to look back at Suguru who was looking at you two like he knew something both of you didn’t. “We’re going out now.” You shrugged. “So I guess you were right.”
Suguru snorted out a chuckle that quickly morphed into a laugh, “Yeah, when am I not?”
Rolling your eyes, you let out a defeated sigh, “Never, it seems.”
“Hey,” Hearing Satoru’s voice, that sounded oddly distant like he wasn’t right in front of you, you looked back at him. It was like his face was glowing, if possible. “Do you…do you mean that? We’re…?”
You planted your other hand against his other cheek, and nodded. Slowly, you answered. “Yes we are. You’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend. Did you get that or do I have to say it a little slower for you?” You teased, and instead of getting snarky back, he just smiled.
“Yeah. I got it.”
Before you could’ve gotten smart with him again, his lips were back on yours, shutting you up as planned.
Behind you, Suguru was mumbling about ‘being right’ and feeling Satoru smile into the kiss, you couldn’t hold back from doing the same.
It was like everything was finally right in the world.
Well, almost.
Like being interrupted the first time wasn’t annoying enough, the door pushed open some more and in walked in, your parents.
They didn’t look very happy.
Suguru was forgotten for the moment, and was pushed to the side by your dad who walked further in, appalled and somehow livid at the same time.
“What the hell is this?!”
“Oh, our precious daughter,” your mom wailed from behind him, holding onto the door frame to not fall over. “Defiled by this heathen!”
Satoru, with wide eyes, looked from them to you, clearly trying to hold in his laughter. His face made you want to laugh too but you knew that your parents were going to ground you for life now.
You almost wanted to sob with your mother who looked downright ailed by what she was looking at.
Your dad looked down at Satoru with a menacing gaze that wasn’t to be tampered with, “Son, you’ve got five seconds to release my daughter and run out of this house like a bat out of hell or you won’t wanna know what I’m going to do to you.”
Satoru, slightly intimidated by the man now, rose his hands up in defense, “Sir, I’m so sorr—“
“FIVE, four, three—”
Satoru scrambled to his feet, pulling you up as well, “Text you later?”
Highly embarrassed by the entire situation, your face burned, “Uh…sure?”
Satoru smirked, and kissed your cheek, “Great. Later, babe.”
It was as if steam had blown out of your father’s ears, face almost resembling a balloon that’s about to pop.
“One!”
When he skipped an entire number, Satoru had shot out of the room with Suguru close on his heels, both trampling down the hallway to get downstairs. Suguru was screaming his friend’s head off about getting him involved in this as they ran for the door.
“Who cares! Open the door! I can’t die here! I’ve got too much to live for!”
If Suguru’s life wasn’t currently in danger, he’d have rolled his eyes at that.
Selfish until the end.
The door swung open, and Suguru got on his bike quickly starting it so that when Satoru climbed at the back, he was able to do a curt u-turn, zooming out of the driveway with nothing but exhaust covering their silhouettes until they were gone down the street.
When they were far away enough, Satoru laughed into the wind, having forgotten to put on his helmet in the midst of all the chaos.
“And what are you laughing at?” Suguru asked him from over his shoulder, sparing a mere glance to keep his eyes on the road in front of him.
Satoru let out a breath of relief, looking up at the passing sky. A faint smile on his face and heart seconds away from exploding from the adrenaline, he replied, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
He finally had you, albeit almost dying by your own father’s hand in the process. But, he was finally able to call you his.
“I’ve got a girlfriend,” he said out loud, breathlessly.
Suguru snorted then smirked to himself, still looking ahead.
“Yeah. You do.”
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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."
I ate this up ngl🙂↕️🙂↕️
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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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eren notices an unfamiliar face at one of his frat parties…
❥ warnings : reiner bein a dick, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), nicknames, squirting, porn w a plot, intended use of lower case, mildly proof read, shy-ish reader, black fem coded.
❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : my first post, my first aot idea >~< ! idk how people will respond to this. i need to write a lil sum sum for con, i will work on it…
“pleaseee ! you never come out with me! plus you get to be around reiner.”
pieck stared at you through the floor length mirror, adjusting her black skin tight dress as you ignored her and continued to scroll through your phone. as per usual, she was going to one of her parties hosted by her friends and as per usual she was asking you to join her.
normally you declined, opting to stay wrapped up in bed, catching up on one of your hour long k-dramas episodes or looking over work you did in a lecture.
parties were not your scene and they never had been.
“pieck… i don’t know…” you responded sceptically, curling the end of your braid around your finger.
“i can set you up with reiner, he talks about you all the time you know,” pieck said walking over to your bed.
you sighed, you knew she was just using your delusional crush on reiner to lure you in and unfortunately it was working.
you pushed your glasses up, exhaling defeatedly. pieck smiled and clapped her hands together, jumping up from the bed.
“we have to make sure you look cute as fuck so shower, skincare, makeup, whatever you need to do and by time you get out i’ll have a cute fit for you!” she said happily, digging through your clothes.
you hauled yourself out of bed, grabbing your towel and headed to the shower. you cleaned up nicely, freshening yourself up for the party. you put your braids into a half-up half-down with a side parting, laying your edges with a decorative heart.
pieck had picked out a two piece pink set for you with white string heels, you matched your accessories accordingly with pink hair clips and white glasses.
she smiled at you in awe. “you look so fuckin’ good right now! you seriously need to get out more.”
you looked down shyly, “are you sure pie’? this is so out of my zone.”
“oh my god, of course i’m sure, now come on. reiner won’t wait all night,” she giggled.
she grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to her convertible, making sure to let the top down so the warm night air hit your faces. the ride there was filled with vibes and giggles, your nerves slowly disappearing.
soon enough you arrived at the frat house, the musics blaring through all the open doors and windows. people were dancing on the lawn, cars pulled up in every direction. pieck dragged you through the crowd, stopping for a couple seconds at a time to say hi to her mutuals.
soon enough you found your way into the kitchen with her where the rest of your friend group was.
“hey guys!” pieck called out over the music and they all greeted her back.
“no fuckin’ way you brought y/n,” connie said, licking his paper and putting the blunt behind his ear.
you waved at him, smiling lightly.
“well damn, who woulda thought,” annie said from beside him, holding a red solo cup.
“she finally managed to convince me soooo…” you trailed off leaning against the counter.
“you look hot though,” sasha commented, a lazy smile on her face as if she was already high.
“mmm, cheers to that,” reiner said from behind you.
you turned around, looking him up and down. he had a simple white tee on that hugged his arms perfectly, a pair of black cargo’s with a silver chain. he handed you a cup and knocked it with yours, tipping the contents of it back.
you stared at him briefly, watching his throat move as he swallowed. you followed shortly after, pulling a face as the liquor burned your throat.
everyone spoke amongst themselves, pieck catching up on all the lost drinks, leaving you and reiner to have a sweet conversation.
“why don’t i see you out enough?” he asked, looking down at you.
you turned your head to the side, the eye contact making your stomach flip, “not really my thing.”
“they should be,” he followed up quickly, “you’re too pretty to be kept hostage in your dorm.”
you looked at him, smiling. “thanks.”
“no problem sweetheart,” he poured himself another drink, refilling yours too.
“you drink a lot?” he asked, sipping on his mix.
“not really, only when i come to these things, which is basically never,” you chuckled lightly, tasting your drink.
“i’m gonna have to force pieck to bring you out more, you’re too fuckin’ pretty darling.”
“rei, stop you’re making me feel shy,” you sighed, looking at him with obvious heart eyes.
he made a noise in his throat, a cocky smirk on his face. “dance with me?”
you stared, your brain slowly registering before you nodded. you turned to pieck, gesturing that you were going with reiner and she gave you a massive thumbs up in encouragement.
reiner took your hand in his and lead you to where the music was the loudest, putting your hands around his neck as his met your waist. he stayed with you like that for the majority of the song, his eyes holding yours.
your acrylics danced at the nape of his neck, as the grip on your waist slowly became tighter. he pulled you close enough for your chests to be touching, forcing you to look up at his height.
“are you even listening ? hellooo?”
“yeah..yeah, who’s that?” eren asked, ignoring whatever armin was saying.
armin looked around, “who?”
“her,” eren said, nodding in your direction.
“oh, y/n l/n. she’s in my english major,” armin said dismissively.
eren nodded, watching how you were slowly grinding on reiner, or realistically how your tits were moving in your dress. he had never seen you before, so how did you know reiner of all people?
as the song ended you pulled reiner down to your height, muttering something to him in which he nodded. you left the room, leaving reiner to join one of his other group of friends, though he didn’t see where you left to as porco joined him and armin.
you returned to the kitchen where connie was left on his own, tapping the ash off his blunt into the sink.
“you and reiner?” he asked, his words slightly slowed.
you poured a shot, smiling to yourself. “maybe. i don’t know.”
you tipped it back as he continued talking to you. “he likes you, you know that right?”
you reapplied your lipgloss, “does he?”
“for real, he talks about you all the time,” he inhaled slowly.
“that’s cute. i like him too,” you smiled at connie.
he exhaled and turned the roll to you, “you smoke?”
“no… i’ve only hit once before,” you admitted, staring at it.
“you don’t wanna hit that shit, probably laced,” came a deep voice from behind you.
you turned to see eren leaning on the door frame, staring at you. he was wearing simple grey sweats and a white tee, his hair pulled back into a messy bun.
“fuck off yaeger,” connie muttered, rolling his eyes, smoke exhaling his mouth with a string of cusses following.
he ignored connie, focusing his attention on you. “you’ve never been to one of these before have you?”
“do i stand out that bad?” you shook your head, the sound of your acrylic tapping the glass following.
eren walked round the counter, pouring himself straight whiskey. “oh you stand out… would’ve remembered your face.”
you tip your head to the side and glance back at connie who stares at you blankly. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“means your cute, your boyfriend is lucky,” he comments swiftly.
“my boyfriend ?” you question, toying with the curly end of your braid.
“reiner. i would think so anyways after the way you were dancing with him,” he responds, a glint in his eye as if he was digging for information.
you look up and make eye contact with him. “he’s not my boyfriend—”
“not yet anyways,” connie interrupts.
you felt your face flush, unsure if you had turned a shade of red or not. you shook your head and had another shaky shot, the alcohol seeping it’s way into your bloodstream.
“what’s your name ?” eren asks, sipping vodka straight from the bottle that was left on the counter.
“y/n,” you responded. “don’t worry, i know who you are eren.”
he tipped his head to the side slightly, he liked the way you said his name.
he hummed, continuing his drink when his friend armin entered the room.
“are reiner and annie fucking or something ?” he asks, a twinge of annoyance in his tone.
you turned to look at armin, your heart slightly dropping. “what do you mean ?”
armin looks at you as if he hadn’t registered you were in the room, “n-nothing. just the way they were talkin’ and dancing and shit..”
you were sure you felt your heart drop this time. annie and reiner ? they had never gave an indication that they liked each other.
you looked off to the side, your throat slowly going dry.
connie noticed and sighed. “they like siblings, don’t stress it.”
you nodded, “y-yeah of course, i just need some air or something.”
you used that as your cue to leave, eren’s eyes following your figure as you walked past him towards the back garden.
you were slightly embarrassed, choking up in front of three boys, two of them you barley knew. you sat on a chair in the corner, taking a shallow breath and texting pieck.
y/n : i think i’m ready to cut pie
pie 🙇🏾♀️💓 : y ? e oksy?
you looked at her message and knew she was drunk, yet she still tried her best to check in on you.
y/n : yh dw abt me imma jus take an uber or smthin
pie 🙇🏾♀️💓 : olay
pie 🙇🏾♀️💓 : grt home sfe iky <3333
you sighed and turned your phone off, looking at the people in the garden. you heard giggling and saw reiner and annie trip over one another, clearly having a good time with themselves.
you turned your phone on and scrolled through your missed texts when you felt a person stood behind you. you looked up and saw eren’s green eyes looking at annie and reiner.
“what a prick,” eren sighed, looking down to meet your eyes.
“it’s cool. annie’s better than me by like tenfold so i’m not really shocked,” you responded, dropping your phone in your lap.
“don’t be fuckin’ dumb, reiner’s a blind asshole. he always has been,” he comforted you. “here.”
he handed you his lit joint and you took a hesitant hit, careful not to get lipgloss all over the paper.
eren watched you as you exhaled into the air, swallowing nothing. “you good?”
you nodded, “ ‘m good.”
you guys stayed like that for a while, exchanging useless comments and smoking. eren was glad that your mood had been lifted. at some point you had ended up back in the kitchen with your group of friends, high and definitely drunk.
pieck had everyone do body shots off of her stomach and made you dance round the counter like an idiot, something you were too drunk to question.
“where’d you go?” reiner’s voice said from behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.
you tensed uncomfortably, though reiner was far too gone to notice. you wriggled out of his grasp, turning around to look at him. “s-sorry, i ended up getting distracted by eren and connie.”
eren nodded at whatever words mikasa was saying, his eyes focusing on the way reiner was forcing a conversation after abandoning you to fuck around with annie.
“yaeger? what were you doing with that bastard ?” reiner said, ignoring the way you rubbed your arm rather nervously.
“n-nothing, we was jus’ talking and shi—”
“fuck that, don’t hang around with that kid,” reiner cut you off, staring at you rather annoyed.
“reiner, i’m sorry he just—”
“why shouldn’t she hang around with me ? i’d say i’m a pretty fun time,” eren said lazily, sitting on the counter beside you.
reiner glared at him, “don’t start your bullshit with me yaeger.”
“i’d say you’re starting problems with me braun, tellin’ pretty girls they should steer clear,” he responded.
eren looked unbothered whereas reiner had become rather agitated.
he ignored reiner, turning to you, “wanna go some where else ?”
you looked at reiner then at eren before nodding, following his lead and taking his hand as he lead you somewhere else.
“fuckin’ hell. rei just got his bitch stolen by yaeger,” porco muttered, reiner still heard it.
“you good princess?” eren mumbled, the sound of his door clicking shut.
“mhm, thank you,” you responded from his desk, untying your heels as he pushed himself up on his bed.
“for what?” he asked pointedly, his eyes locking with yours.
“the reiner thing—”
“anybody with working brain cells could see that you were uncomfortable, i was just helping out,” he dismissed, his hands resting behind his head.
you nodded, holding eye contact with him. the room went silent, the only sound being the tapping of your acrylics against the wood of his desk.
eren sighed, patting the cover of his bedsheets. “c’mere, you too far away.”
you let out a little laugh, hopping off his desk and standing in front of him. he grabbed you by your hands and pulled you on top of him, settling yourself on his hips. he was less than bother by the sudden added weight of your own body, his hands meeting the side of your thighs.
“you really are mad pretty,” he mumbled, squeezing the fat of your thighs that was closer to your ass.
you exhaled, turning your head to try and hide your smile. he grabbed your face and turned it back to him, his eyes hooded with lust.
you stared at him and your eyes dropped to his lips and unfortunately for you, he didn’t miss it. you took a deep breath and leaned forward, encasing eren’s lips in yours.
his hands instantly moved to your ass, squeezing roughly. he kissed you back hard, pushing his hips upwards.
your hands travelled to the back of his hair, your acrylics burying themselves in the nape of his neck. he sat up properly so he could flip you over, a shear display of his strength.
he bit at the bottom of your lip, taking advantage of the whine you let out to slip his tongue into your mouth. his hands wondered down the front of your top, though he pulled away, inspecting your face.
“why’d you stop ?” you mumbled, your eyes darting towards his swollen lips.
“nothin’, just checking to see if you’re actually sober. you alright with this though ?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, tugging at his hoodie.
he laughed. “you’re a desperate thing aren’t you.”
“eren, please,” you mumbled, pulling him forwards with more force.
“fuck. whatever you want princess,” he groaned, grabbing you by the neck and pulling you into a deeper kiss than before.
you moaned quietly as he untied the front of your shirt, revealing your lacy white bra.
“please tell me you weren’t wearing this for reiner,” he begged, rubbing on your tits.
you shook your head. “thank fuck for that.”
he pulled your skirt off, revealing your matching set, throwing the skirt somewhere in his room.
“fuck sake, y/n,” he muttered, eyes trailing the whole of your body.
you tugged at his zipper, “off, i want it off.”
he unzipped his hoodie with a chuckle, removing his shirt too, revealing his muscles. “makin’ demands now ?”
you rolled your eyes and pulled him back in for another heated kiss, your hands trailing down his body and palming his dick through his grey bottoms. he groaned, kissing you harder as you continued to stroke his growing hard-on through the material.
he pulled away and began kissing down your neck, leaving deep hickies as he went down, kissing all the way down your stomach till he got to the top of your lace thong.
he made eye contact with you as he placed a light kiss on your cover clit, watching as your mouth slightly dropped open. he pulled your panties down, stuffing them in his pocket whilst he rubbed on your clit with slow circles.
“you’re so fuckin’ wet for me right now angel. did you know that?” he asked, continuing with his agonisingly slow circles.
“mm fuck, eren, please—” you whined, your hands gripping his sheets.
“please what princess?” he teased, watching your body squirm under his touch.
you whined even louder. “fuck, i want more—” you cut yourself off with a shallow moan as he dipped his middle finger inside of you briefly before pulling it out.
“more what?” he teased.
you looked at him with round glossy eyes, “please eat me out.”
“that’s all you had to say princess,” he laughed, finally giving you what you wanted.
his tongue made contact with your clit and he licked eagerly, making his middle and ring finger stretch you out nicely.
“gotta make sure this pretty pussy is ready for my dick hm,” he mumbled on your clit, sucking on it roughly.
you babbled incoherent sentences, scratching as far as your hands could reach down his shoulders. your moans gradually increased in volume as his slender fingers worked your insides deliciously, finding that soft spot your own couldn’t reach with ease.
“f-fuck eren— feels so fuckin’ good,” you moaned gripping on his sheets harder.
just as you could feel your orgasm approaching, you could feel your phone vibrate beside you.
pieck was calling you, your thighs began to close but eren forced them back open. “answer it.”
“b-but—”
“i said answer it and be quiet.”
you looked at him before doing as he said, his fingers working harder than before.
“y/nnnn! where did you gooooo?” pieck shouted down the phone.
“i-i went with— mm-fuck, eren—” you struggled, pulling at eren’s hand.
“to do whatttt? you guys are missing the party” she yelled, giggling shortly after.
you struggled to hold back a moan as eren sucked more feverishly on your clit, “ ‘m s-sorry pie’, w-we’ll be — fuckfuck— we’ll be b-back soon.”
pieck stayed silent on the other side for a moment. “ohmygodyouanderenarefucking?!”
eren laughed, the vibrations on your clit causing you to let a loud whine slip past your mouth, one pieck definitely heard.
“OHMYGOD YOU ARE! GUYSGUYS EREN AND Y/N ARE—”
you hung up on her and threw your phone on the floor some where, focusing back on eren. “that is y-your fault.”
he pulled up and looked at you, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. “i told you to be quiet princess.”
you rolled your eyes as he continued finger fucking you, his tongue slipping to your hole every now and again.
a strange feeling built up in your stomach, making you push him away by his shoulders. “mm— eren wait, f-feels like ‘m gonna—”
his dick twitched at the thought of you squirting from him eating your pussy, so he pushed your hands away. “stop, let me finish.”
“no— eren—”
he grabbed your arms with his free hand and held them to your side, licking at your clit more needly as he could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers. “i got you princess.”
you moaned loudly and the clear liquid drenched your thighs and his sheets, eren’s fingers still working you through your orgasm.
“f-fuck, eren— please—” you moaned desperately, tears sliding down the side of your face as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut.
“give me one more, i know you can y/n,” he mumbled, pulling your thighs open as his fingers working faster, grazing your soft spot every time.
you shook your head, feeling your second orgasm approaching harder than the first one.
“fuckfuckfuck, eren please—” you came around his fingers a second time, moaning loudly.
“there you fucking go,” eren smirked, feeling your cunt squeeze him. he slipped his fingers out and kissed your clit gently before coming back up to kiss you.
“you okay princess?” he asked quietly, looking you in your eyes.
you nodded lazily, fucked out from the two orgasms he gave you. “ ‘m good.”
“good cause i’m not done with you yet,” he exhaled, kissing you again.
he pulled his bottoms down, revealing his white calvin klein boxers that hugged his straining dick.
“this is your fault,” he said mimicking the words you said to him earlier.
you ignored him and palmed at his dick, feeling it twitch under the contact. you pulled his boxers down and let it free, continuing to rub it bare.
“fuckk—” he groaned, “shit, let me get a condom—”
“i’m clean,” you interjected, “and on birth control.”
eren looked slightly taken back. “are you sure ?”
you nodded desperately, “i need you please—”
“well shit. i’m clean too don’t worry,” he reassured you.
you nodded and continued rubbing his dick.
he moaned lowly before grabbing your face, “open.”
you opened your mouth and he stuck his fingers down your throat, the same ones that had been inside you.
he pulled them out and rubbed them on his dick, mixing your spit and his pre-cum.
next time i’ll have to get head, he thinks to himself before lining his dick up with your cunt. you moan loudly as the tip slowly pushed past your pillowy walls, hugging eren tightly.
“shit—” eren cussed as he felt your nails dig into his bicep, “you’re never fuckin’ getting rid of me princess.”
he bottomed out, making you whimper. he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his length. he watched your face for any signs of discomfort before slowly moving in and out of your cunt.
“fuck eren— you feel- so good—” you babbled incoherently, clawing deep marks down his back.
he nodded, lifting your leg to put it over his shoulder to get a better angle. he increased his speed, rubbing at your clit, making you squeeze his cock.
his hips stuttered. “stop doing that, gonna make me cum.”
“i want you to cum in me though,” you said, looking at him through your lashes.
eren scoffed and went deeper, thanks to the angle his tip kept assaulting your sweet spot.
you whimpered, “fuck eren— gonna cum—”
“no you’re not. hold it,” he grunted, gripping your hips and pulling you down to meet his base.
“eren,” you whined.
his pacing slowed down, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he neared his high.
“fuck— princess, i’m gonna cum—” he muttered into your ankle, nibbling slightly.
you squeezed around him at the sensations. he let out a deep moan, his cum painting the insides of your pussy white.
you came as you felt him empty inside of you, digging a crescent shape into his back.
“f-fuck,” you mumbled, watching him pull his dick out.
you whined at the empty feeling, though eren chose to ignore it. “imma be back.”
he picked his boxers up from the floor and pulled them on, walking to his bathroom. he walked out with a warm cloth, gently wiping the insides of your thigh.
“is your back okay? i noticed all the scratches and some were kinda bleeding…” you said sympathetically.
“don’t worry about me, i’ve had worse,” he smiled.
when he finished he put it on his desk and walked back over to you, kissing you gently.
“you good princess?”
you nodded dazed, causing eren to chuckle. he pulled you up and helped you get dressed, allowing you to fix your makeup and hair.
when you left his bedroom the party was still full swing, people dancing and drinking.
“ayeee ! there they are,” porco called out, clapping eren on the back when he sat next to him.
you were about to walk off to sit with pieck and sasha when eren grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap.
you looked at him confused when he muttered in your ear. “didn’t i tell you you’re never getting rid of me ?”
you were sure this time you were blushing, especially when he kissed the dark hickey on your neck.
“alright, we get it, you fucked, get a room,” sasha fake gagged, giggling after.
eren made eye contact with reiner. “she won’t be able to walk next time we get a room.”
SMITTEN ☆ eren yeager.
★ 𖥻 synopsis. being cuffed to the bed was the last thing eren expected on your date night home.
☆. warnings — 3.5k nsfw, pwp, lowercase intended, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, black coded, girly girl reader, mechanic!eren, bondage, established relationship, riding, switch!reader, switch!eren, eren’s sensitive, chubby!reader, readers needy, male oral, finger sucking, eren is fussy, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, kissing, mutual praise, voice kink, vulgar language, edging, pet names ex. mamas. baby. princess. daddy. minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated! <3
“baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”
eren knows how much you love him. how much you appreciate him, care for him, wanna be with him for the rest of your life. the matching ‘till death’ tattoos imprinted on the inner corner of your ring fingers proving so. he makes sure you're always taken care of financially, mentally, and even physically. works from sunrise to sunset, praises you with kisses all over your precious face for making him a meal every day. buys you whatever your heart desires. runs you bubble baths when you aren't feeling well. gives you full body massages which usually leads to him burying his face between your plush thighs. eren loves you. eren needs you. without you he isn't sane. you complete him. so because he treats you like a queen, it's only right that he receives king treatment.
while eren made his way home to you, the only person he wanted to see after a tiring, stressful day with customers who complained about their cars to him and loud-mouthed, gossipy employees at his auto shop . . . he was surprised to see that you set up a romantic atmosphere. eren is greeted with a soft, neat kiss to his pouty lips. his biceps tensing as he wraps both arms around your body in a tight bear-hug, giggling as he lifts you off the ground.
you've got scented candles lit around the loft with ceiling high windows, a bottle of stella rose black and a classic meal of creamy mafaldine tuscan chicken pasta prepared. strawberry cheesecake in the fridge for desert. eren’s eyes soften, picking you up and carrying you to the dining table to eat your meal, not before showering you with more kisses and a hundred thank you's.
you enjoy your meal under the moonlight, sipping wine and having deep conversations which you envied because there's always something the two of you can talk about without getting fussy. debates, political topics, wellness, issues with each other. remaining mature since you have the best communication. you wanted to let him know that he's been so understanding, so attentive to your needs and you felt like you needed to do more to show him you want him to feel secure. that this is a forever love and you don't take him for-granted, not for a second.
“baby, never think that you don't do enough for me. i make the decision to cater to you and i have no issue in doing so. you deserve this lifestyle. being in my presence is all i could ever ask of you. i pray everyday that i don't fuck up what we have. you're my girl.”
and immediately, you're taking the air from his lungs when you pull him close with your arms lazily thrown over his shoulders while you kiss him deeply. madly in love. it's a scary thing sometimes. and it's crazy how such a sweet moment turned into a salacious act like this. after finishing a film in the living room cuddled up with your pets, a cat for you and a dog for him, you tell eren you have one more surprise. standing to your feet with a cheeky smile, holding both hands out for him to grab. eren is curious, raising his brows before standing to his full height, towering over your figure and it never fails to make your skin heat up.
“don't pull no scary shit,” eren runs a tatted hand through his long hair before holding yours.
“shush, i promise it's not that.”
eren can't see you biting your sanrio themed acrylics with excitement, too busy staring at your bare ass underneath that slutty slip you have on. he recognizes it, in fact. an old piece by victoria's secret you've been searching on depop for like a madwoman. it's a mesh coquette cherry colored slip dress with a ruffled trim tulle skirt and damn did you wear it so good, the slip hugging your curves just right. his mouth waters, instinctively smacking your ass as you step into your shared bedroom.
before you could speak, as you turn to him he's already pulling you in by your waist, using his foot to kick the door closed so the kids wouldn't interrupt. they liked to jump on the bed mid-fuck a lot. you try not to melt in his hold, his lips gliding with yours, molding your ass in his hand, moaning from your taste.
“er—”
“who said you could look this fuckin’ good, unh?” swatting your ass again, the force knocks you closer into his chest, face burning when you feel his dick thickening in his jeans against your tummy. print evident.
“it's all for you, ‘ren,” chewing your lips with a smile, you give him a quick peck before releasing his hands from your ass. “but first, i need you to take your clothes off.”
“ooo,” he sings. “you feed me some good ass food, get all touchy and cuddly, and now you tryna fuck me?” eren tongues his inner cheek with a smirk. “nasty.”
“shut up and strip.”
“yes ma'am,” eren hums, still giving you those flirty green eyes as he stretches his arms behind himself to tug at his stained white tshirt, usually getting his clothes dirty when working. he still manages to smell so good though. a mix of musk with his daily cologne and body wash. you'll never forget the time when he came home one day, car grease on his hands nearly turning them black. hair messy and a dangerous look in his eye when he caught you in the kitchen with an apron baking a pie. bending you over the sink, hiking your pink sundress up on your waist and holding you still as he fucked you hard. rough hands groping every inch of your aching body. keeping you balanced by your forearms he held back while he ground his cock deep into you, expletives spewing, sweat coating his forehead, and nutting copious amounts of cum. point is, you love when he's fresh off of work. makes the thrill all the more inviting.
jeans come next. and that's when he takes his time, eyeing you as he torturously drags the zipper down before dragging the black fabric down his muscular thighs, dick bulging in his tommy hilfiger briefs. commentary ensues. “gonna kiss it for me?”
you shake your finger at him, a tiny tsk following. “don't ruin the surprise, keep going. wanna see you.”
“i feel like i'm being filmed, there better not be a camera,” he rolls his eyes, finally discarding every clothing piece on his body, your legs clenching tighter together where you stood as he moans when his dick hits his tummy. the tip is drenching precum it's almost inhumane. you needed to lick that up real soon.
“you wanna be?” you question, serious.
eren deadpans. “be for real.”
“you can wear a mask!” you protest, actually enjoying the idea. “mhm, you'd look so good with a balaclava on.”
“no.”
sucking your teeth, you continue with your plan, walking towards the closet to find a little box with his gift inside. holding the black and red compartment, you face him with a cheshire cat grin. “get on the bed and lay on your back.”
eren’s too horny to argue right now, still anxious about what you're planning, but does what you say nonetheless. naked, heavy, tall figure dipping the bed with black satin sheets and pillows as he sits up against the headboard, tucking some strands of hair behind his ear, wrinkling his pierced nose. “i don't like you.”
“you will in a minute. close your eyes. no peaking or i'm going to bed and your gonna have to fuck your hand instead.”
flaring his nostrils, he closes his eyes. you try your best to be silent with your present, removing the lid to take out the baby pink fuzzy handcuffs you ordered a few days ago. thinking this would be the perfect time to put them to use. he's quiet, leaning his head back when he feels you climb on top of him, stifling a breath when the mesh from your slip grazes the head of his dick. beyond sensitive. taking one of his wrists, you unclasp one cuff and chain him to it, eren’s eyes shooting open before you restrain him to the headboard completely.
“no fuckin’ way,” eren licks his lips as he shakes his head, a menacing glare in his eyes as you sit on his abdomen and keen in achievement. “baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”
“why? scared i'll slut you the fuck out, baby?” a sadistic smile casts your face, eren nearly trembling from your words. what exactly did you have in mind? he had no idea. but he's kind of . . . amused? aroused mostly. it's rare when you tap into your dominant side. loving to be his pretty little submissive.
“if you wanted to bounce on my dick so bad you could've been straightforward.”
“mhm, this is more fun. i get you all to myself. i can do whatever i want. promise it's all for you. just wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you suck on your lip and press your weight down on him, trailing your hands up his chest to his tatted neck, eyes drifting low and moaning from how good the view was. he's truly an ethereal man.
“g’na fuck me empty, princess?” his voice drops an octave, knowing what that does to you. the way his voice summons you to do things will never make sense.
“till your shooting blanks,” you grin.
“well, if that's the case,” eren ponders, inching his face closer to yours, accepting his fate and playing your fantasy. "then put that pussy where it belongs, princess.”
it's not in his position to make orders, so ignoring him, you scoot backwards so his angry dick is in your face and your ass is arched into the air for presentation. “wanna suck it first,” you mumble, delicately wrapping both of your soft hands around the vein protruding, throbbing weapon. just the right thickness to make it impossible to fully engulf it in your throat.
eren spreads his legs, and the act is so sexy yet desperate. hissing as you watched you intently through his long lashes, your lips hovering over the leaking tip before taking it gently into the warmth of your mouth. suckling it like your favorite flavored lollipop.
“goddamn, baby,” he stretches out his arms as a force of habit, ready to hold either side of your face so he can work his pretty cock in nice and easy. but he's irked the minute the chains clink on his wrist, remembering he's bound. he sighs out, fixing to say something until you remove one hand off his cock and massage his balls while taking him further down your mouth. working both hands simultaneously. saliva building, bubbles forming the quicker you bob your head and stroke his dick.
“yea, stroke it while you suck it. mm,” eren's eyes are scrolling back, thighs twitching as he lightly moves his hips as you gag and suck. releasing him with a wet pop, maintaining eye contact as you slick your puffy lips along the sides of his cock, darting your tongue out and moaning deeply. your ass moves in the air as if you're getting fucked from the back, rolling and rocking back. pussy sluice in your thin thong, needing him now more than ever. one more thing though, and it's his damn favorite.
“wait, baby. don't . . .” a gasp flees from his agape mouth as you nudge his balls with your tongue before sucking one of them into your mouth, keeping your rhythm stroking mostly the tip, spreading your fingers languidly, sticky with his precum and your spit. you know that's his sensitive area, the breaths leaving him frantic. you can feel the blood rushing in his cock, rotating your hand and sucking the heavy sack as the whimpers that vibrate in your throat travel to him.
“f-fuck, { name }. g’na cum. keep goin’.” the chains clank along the headboard as he struggles, spreading his legs even wider, his tummy sinking in as he buried his head into the pillow behind him. the ball in his neck protruding and you watch him, so in love, so intrigued . . . you stop. and he whines, which is the last thing you expected to hear from him. it's so needy that it makes your clit throb even harder.
“fuck!” he curses angrily, groaning with pain and pleasure stirring inside. his dick jumping for attention. “don't fuckin’ tease me baby, or i swear to god i'll fuck you sore.”
“yea, whatever,” you giggle, purposely pissing him off further. “you mad, daddy?” you pout, tone teasing. reclaiming your position previously as you hover above him, his jaw clenching, black painted nails balling into fists.
“you know i'm fuckin’ mad. stop playing, { name }.”
he's got a lot to say but he shuts up the instant you tug your lace thong to the side and reach behind yourself to sink slowly onto the tip. both hands lay flat on his stomach as you ease down, eren mumbling ‘slow, slow’ as you sink halfway down before riding back up. your nails dig into his skin briefly, the relief you receive maddening. it's such an easy fix when he's available. eyelids squeezed shut as you accommodate his size, the fire in your chest blazing.
“oh my god,” you suck on your lips, face screwed once you pick your pace, rising and dropping your ass effortlessly, like a mystical creature. your hips move like waves, grinding slow to feel him reach that spot within you, moaning and tossing your head to the side.
“so fuckin’ wet, baby. listen to you. listen,” eren’s eyebrows are knitted, jaw unlocked, completely entranced by the way you move, the two of you panting heavily, listening to your slick coat his dick lewdly. ass clapping onto his thighs you lean back to grab onto with one hand to balance yourself. cupping a handful of your tits and whimpering as you fuck him quicker.
“unh, if you could see what i see, baby,” eren chokes, rocking his waist with yours to heighten your pleasure. it felt so good to take control. “you look s’ good when you fuck me.”
“love how you feel inside me,” your juices drip down his balls and onto the sheets, squealing as you lean forward to angle your faces together, his hands reaching far enough to graze your hair and cheekbone. focusing on the look in your eyes as you steady yourself on the tips of your toes before slamming your ass down harder, the two of you gasping in sync. “fill me so fuckin’ good, baby.”
eren thinks it's so ironic how your lettered necklace dangles over his face, making a noise he's never made before, focusing on the silver swaying. now he gets how you feel when his chain swings over your face when he fucks a dent into the mattress shaping your silhouette. he's succumbing to you willingly, breath hitching from the euphoric roll and dip of your thick hips, wishing so badly he had access to grip and grind you down on his dick harder.
this position weakens you both, your knees buckling and his waist twitching. your voice quakes and you cum without warning him, flopping onto his chest as your hips stirred lazily. eren’s close yet again, can feel it but can't get to where he needs to be without you. he needed you to move.
“c’mon, princess. fuck me, lemme cum,” he sounds incredibly submissive, that whiny tone partaking his usual asshole demeanor. it was such a turn on seeing his face switching from grumpy to ‘please baby fuck me’. eyes low and seductive. begging sounded good on him.
you sit up, cupping either side of his face before kissing him. eren rushing the kiss meaning he's extra greedy for it. gliding his lips over your chin, groaning in your mouth and sliding his fat tongue over yours, a sloppy french kiss. your mind goes blank when you feel his tongue on your neck next, wishing it was between your legs right now. that thing is a demon. the way he fucks you with it makes your soul leave your body every time. he's a gift from the gods, truly.
“not yet.”
“not playing fair, baby,” eren clicks his teeth, bushy brows entwined to showcase his frustration. he's so cute when he's upset. “all i wanna do is touch you. why's that such an issue? if you're gonna fuck me, do it right.
you huff, knowing he's saying anything just so you'll unlock the cuffs. “talking too much, ‘ren.”
a dark glint is in his eyes, those jade irises no longer it's stunning bright shade. his voice becomes gravely as he says, “am i? that's cause i wanna lick your fuckin’ clit. n i can't do that properly without touching you. she's soakin’ all on me.”
“mmm, wanna put your mouth on my pussy?” your voice softens tauntingly, trailing your hand down your stomach to slowly roll your fingers over your engorged clit. eren’s mouth waters.
“yes,” he clenched his jaw. you're so goddamn infuriating.
“she needs more. i wanna stay full while you eat it.”
“i’ll put my fingers in it. you like those, baby, right?” his eyes go all big like a puppy. “taste you while i fuck you open. jus’ like you like it?”
as tempting as that sounded, again, he’s in no position to make demands. ignoring the way your tummy flutters from the delicious thought, you're back to fucking him nice and slow. overstimulating yourself and edging him. it's so painful he just wants to cum. he wouldn't necessarily consider this a gift. you've just gotten in your head and took advantage of the situation. but that's okay, ‘cause he's gonna fuck you sore like he said. your necklace hits his forehead, chest in his face as you clap back on his pulsating dick. sucking his fingers and squeaking unexpectedly, eyes widening as eren plants his feet into the bed and pistons his cock up into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.
“eren, wait. . .”
“shut the fuck up,” eren growls into your neck, fucking you as best he could with his restraint. your screams fill the air, unable to hold him still. there was no point. he was pissed off now and wanted nothing more than to fill you deep with his cum as punishment.
and for some reason you underestimate eren's strength, because in a matter of seconds he's yanking his right arm forward and breaking the cuff with just a blink of your eye. you can't even comprehend what the hell he just did because he's grabbing your neck and pining you beneath him to fuck you deeper. nothings processing in your brain but the sound of his thighs clapping with yours, the grunts from eren and your second orgasm shooting through you. arching your back into him, his hand constricting some air in your esophagus which only intensifies your pleasure.
“i hear you, mamas,” eren releases his grip on your neck just a little, pressing his nose to yours with a clenched jaw, his one arm hanging above you since it's still chained up. eren shifts his body slightly down yours to put your legs over his broad shoulders, slipping his dick back in and folding you in a mating press.
“this is what you get for fuckin’ with me,” the way he's fucking you has your toes cramping and your voice disappearing. you can't scream anymore, sounds of pleasure dying down to cries and whimpers, tiny figure compared to his jolting beneath him. eren’s whines are muffled by the pillow he buried his face into as he shoots his cum into you, filling you up warmly. his orgasm so overpowering he can't help but still fuck through it. wheezes and ragged breathing is all you could hear since you had zero energy to open your eyes.
throwing your arms around him to claw at his backside. eren’s still moving inside of you, your legs shaking the further he pins them down with his one hand after sitting up on his knees, looking down at you, long hair sticking to his fucked out face. he takes two of his slender fingers to tug down your bralette to retrieve the key you stored in there. freeing himself and tossing the cuffs somewhere in the room.
“cheap ass cuffs,” eren says, spanking the outside of your thigh. “gotta give it to you, i enjoyed that.”
you perch up on your elbows, happiness shadowing you. “really?!”
“just don't try that shit again. now lay on your stomach and lemme eat your pussy.”
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