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➟ WAKASA

Wakasa knows your body like the back of his hand, and he knows it. The look on your face along with those sweet, pathetic little sounds you make as he pounds into you tells him everything he needs to know. He's only been fucking you for a couple minutes and you're already moaning, babbling and begging him to go harder, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

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➟ SANZU

Sanzu could spend hours playing with your pussy before even thinking of touching you with his cock. He’ll have your back pressed flush against his chest, fingers rubbing your clit in fast, frantic circles, his hard cock poking your lower back as he watches you squirm and whimper for more.

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➟ HANMA

Hanma fucking loves your tits. It doesn't matter what size they are, he'll have his hands and mouth on them every time you ride him, sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while his free hand gives equal attention to the other breast, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.

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➟ SHINICHIRO

Shinichiro loves giving more than receiving, and he’s not afraid of letting things get messy. He’ll greedily lap up your pussy while he fingers you, his index, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt as his cum leaks out in thick loads, trickling down his hand as he pumps it out of you.

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➟ RAN

Ran has fucked you on every flat surface in every room of your shared house, but his favorite place to fuck is the bathroom. He’ll have you laid on the counter, one leg lifted and propped against the sink while he fucks you from behind, your moans echoing off the thin, definitely not soundproof walls. (Bonus point if you're in front of a mirror)

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"you don't want your towel? it's right here." he waved it in front of you.

"give it to me."

"but i don't want to." he gave you a pretentious pout. "you live alone, surely you've walked around naked before."

"not when i'm wet!"

"you're wet? but i just arrived."

"you're fucking disgusting." you rolled your eyes, but you immediately regretted it, because he walked over to you and swung the curtain open. "eren!"

"come on, nothing i haven't seen before." he pulled your arms away from your body, licking his bottom lip at the sight of your naked body.

"eren, stop. let me at least get-"

"you know better than to tell me no, don't you?" you nodded slowly, following his hand that pointed towards him and stepping out of the shower. "now get on your bed and stuff that pretty pussy with your fingers." he whispered in your ear, dragging you to your room.

eren sat on one end of the bed, back against the headboard and you sat across from him, trying to cover as much of yourself as you could. you weren't unfamiliar with eren's little break-ins, but you still just couldn't get used to it, to him. the guy that spent so long making you hate yourself, making you insecure, now spending all of his free time with you.

"what are you waiting for? spread your legs." he snapped his fingers and leaned further back the bed, clearly enjoying the sight. you did as he said, spreading your legs and running a hand down to your clit.

"don't tease me, i have places to be."

"then why don't you just fucking leave?" you murmured. bad choice, really. eren scooted down the bed and held your legs up so they were over his, one hand on the back of your head, tugging your hair ever so slightly.

"i don't feel like leaving." he gave you his famous sadistic smile as his index and middle finger tugged on your bottom lip, making you open your mouth, circling your tongue around them. he pushed them further in until they hit the back of your mouth, making you gag and try to pull away.

"fucking take it, bitch." he chuckled before removing the saliva-coated fingers from your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath.

"stop being so-"

"no talking." he slammed his lips against yours as his fingers rubbed circles against your clit. you hummed into the kiss, his tongue against yours drowning out your moans. his kiss was harsh, full of anticipation, teeth tugging on lips, tongues against eachother.

eren guided your hand to the tent in his sweatpants the same time as he pushed his fingers inside you, curling them slowly until you couldn't kiss him back. you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down enough for his half-hard cock to hit against his lower abdomen.

"couldn't even masturbate, fucking bitch. i have to do all the work, huh?" he grunted when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, pumping down to the base, then up to the mushroom tip, your thumb rubbing against the slit on his tip.

"n-no! i can -fuck- i can masturbate just fine, asshole."

"asshole, huh? you're squeezing my fingers like a bitch in heat, you little -ah, fuck." eren didn't hide his moans when you pumped his cock faster, the precum running down his length being used as lube.

"shut the fuck up." you groaned when he begun thrusting out, slamming back in with force, his fingertips hitting against your sweet spot every single time.

"what did you say to me?" a harsh sting against your left cheek made your head turn to the side, the slap not even registering in your brain until you realized his hand was still resting on your cheek.

tears flooded your eyes, running down your cheeks. the slap hurt, but the tears were mostly a result of the fact you couldn't believe you found a dick like eren yeager so fucking hot.

"that's right, cry. you look pretty when you cry, have i told you that?" he licked a bold stripe on your cheek, salty tears staining his tongue before he focused on your mouth instead, kissing you roughly and sloppily again and again.

"gonna-gonna-"

"gonna come, slut? you get off on being treated like shit? maybe i've been too soft on you." his voice a distant sound as you gushed all over his hand, a ring of white around the base of his fingers making his cock twitch in your palm when he spotted it.

"too much-fuck- stop!"

"we stop when i say we do." you arched your back further, torso hitting against his as he helped you ride through your orgasm, now with slow and lazy thrusts. both of you focused on him instead, you could tell he was close because the only thing coming out of his mouth was grunts and moans against your shoulder.

"wanna cum on your face. on your knees, bitch." eren pushed you off him and made you kneel between his legs on the floor. "yeah, take it all. all of it, you little-oh, ffffuck." a drawn out moan cut him off, and you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out. eren pumped his shaft, white spurts of cum landing on your cheeks, your mouth, and running down your neck and tits.

"don't move." he breathed out, taking his phone from the nighstand and holding it above you.

"eren, no, wait-" the clicking sound made you stop, eyes wide and horrified as he tossed the phone on your bed.

"too late." he held you up and sat you on his lap, fingers scooping the liquid from your cheeks and shoving it against your tongue. "you're coming to the party tonight, no panties under your dress."

"i have to study, please-"

"you're coming or this picture gets sent to everyone." you nodded slowly, knowing you couldn't say no, or resist him for that matter, the kiss left on your shoulder enough to warm your heart after his rough handling.

you did as eren said, as always. little black dress and combat boots as you left the dorm, absolutely nothing else underneath. you knew he prefered easy access, and you didn't mind at all.

the party was loud, atmosphere hectic and hot as you danced with your friends, drink in hand, the other in the air.

"incoming." your friend warned, looking behind you to who you assumed was eren. no one knew about you and eren, but everyone assumed you were hooking up. and, well, they were partly right. the two friends you were with were quick to leave with devilish smirks, eren probably motioning them to before you could turn around.

"everyone could see your pretty pussy when you were-fuck, i don't even know what you were doing."

"didn't you tell me to-"

"shut up. did you think it was funny? humiliating me in front of my friends?" he whispered in your ear, hands snaking around your hips as he swayed both of you to the beat, "what if i just lifted your dress up, huh? bet you'd like being humiliated."

"no, eren, stop." you tried pushing his hands away, head dizzy with everything you had consumed that night.

"don't worry. you know who this pussy belongs to, right?" your heart fluttered in your chest when eren sneaked a hand under your dress, groaning when he felt how wet you were against the pads of his fingers.

"you, eren."

"what got you so wet? is it because everyone in this party knows your pussy is out? you disgust me." he spat out, before turning you around and kissing your lips softly.

"no, i swear, it's not-"

"my room, now."

you let him drape an arm around your shoulders and guide you up the stairs of the trashed frat house, third door to the left.

his bedroom was messy as usual. it was often that he made you clean up -after you sucked him off- therefore you knew every single book and cranny of that damned room.

the alcohol on eren’s breath made you wrinkle your nose when he ran his tongue down your jaw, hands holding your hips firmly.

“you think i don’t know?” he gripped your hair, making you tilt your head up and look at him.

“ow! eren, it hurts! know what?”

“acting dumb now, little slut? you really think i wouldn’t find out you went to connie and jean’s place?”

“so what, i wanted weed!” you tried pushing him away, but he pinned you down on the bed instead. his knees on either side of your hips, his hands holding your wrists together above your head, you couldn’t do anything but look up at his angry jade eyes.

“they told me what you were wearing. called you fucking sexy, that they’d...fuck, i told you not to go there!”

“you’re not the boss of me!” frustrated tears were now prickling your eyes, the black eyeliner on your waterline threatening to smudge.

“i am,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “exactly that,” he bit your neck hard enough to leave red bite marks, “fucking whore.” he spat out with a grin.

you could feel his erection against your thigh. fucking weirdo, you thought, getting off on treating me like shit. but how ironic of you. you got off on being on the receiving end of this treatment daily.

“open your mouth.” he demanded, and you did as he said, sticking your tongue out with anticipating, almost innocent eyes. a glob of spit hit the tip of your tongue when eren pursed his lips, making your lower stomach burn with desire. “swallow.” again, you obeyed, sticking your tongue out once again to earn an approving hum from the man hovering over you.

“eren-”

“shut up. you disgust me. you’re so fucking wet just because i spit in your mouth?” his fingers toyed with your clit, your dress already scrunched up over your hips.

“n-no...”

“yeah, you are.” he grinned, showing you his index and middle finger, then spreading them apart to show the sticky strings of your slick between the two fingers. you hid your face in your hand, heat rising to your cheeks out of embarrassment. “this is amazing. i gotta call the guys up.” still on top of you, eren fished his phone out of his pocket, typing something fast.

“no, wait, eren! you’re being-”

“being what?”

“i don’t want anyone to see.” you muttered, face still hidden in your palms.

“yeah, you do. i want them to see, so you do too, right baby?”

you hated when eren called you baby. such a simple word made you putty in his hands.

“yeah, i do.” you agreed hesitantly, right when the door clicked open and two -no, three- figures wakes in the dim-lit room.

“what you got there, yeager?”

“fresh piece of meat, huh?”

“isn’t she a doll?” eren layed next to you, spreading one of your legs over his lap, letting a wave of cold air hit your pussy.

“she is.” one of them muttered in awe. you didn’t see their faces, instead only staring at eren. you didn’t know whether he would act out if you looked at the others in the room.

“take a seat, guys. i want all of you to see this tight pussy i got. all for me.” eren licked his lips and brought his fingers down to your clit, spreading your folds apart. a chorus of sighs filled the room, making you feel almost excited with how many people watched.

eren didn’t waste any time plunging his middle finger in your needy slit, your walls tightening around him, making him groan.

“fuck, you got to loosen up, ___. you’ll show my friends how good you look when you cum, right?”

“mhmm.” you nodded eagerly, rolling your hips against the bed, trying to feel something, more than what eren gave you. he grinned to his friends, adding another finger inside you slowly until he was knuckles deep.

eren pumped his fingers in and out of you, his palm cupping your clit and giving you some stimulation, but never quite enough. your hands were buried in his long brown hair, tugging the locks ever so slightly, not enough to make him angry.

“won’t you let them hear you moan like the slut you are? come on, you know you want it.” he whispered lowly, a whimper escaping your lips at the curl of his fingers.

it was humiliating how loud you grew in a matter of seconds. moans and pants escaping your lips to fill the room and send tingles towards everyone’s erections, the squelching sounds of your spongy walls being penetrated by eren’s fingers proving just how needy, how wet you were.

“f-fuck, eren. more.” you breathed out, locking eyes with him and furrowing your eyebrows. he nodded, sucking down your exposed neck and collarbones, surely leaving red and purple marks that he never allowed you to hide with concealer or scarves.

“you want more? you wanna show them how you cream around my fingers?”

“y-yeah, yes eren.” you nodded, gasping when another -a third- long finger squeezed its way inside of you.

“see guys? i told you i got the best little slut on campus.” he chuckled and started his familiar unforgivingly fast and rough pace, his fingers hitting your sweet spot only to be removed all but the fingertips, and then again.

it was beginning to feel like too much, yet you still chased that euphoric feeling of release, so you sneaked a hand down your clit, massaging the sensitive pearl with your middle finger.

“god, she’s so messy.” someone commented, sending shivers down your spine.

“bet she’s a squirter too.” another guy hissed, both their voices unsteady. you couldn’t begin to think what they were thinking of you, what they were doing as they watched you come undone and stain eren’s bed with your juices.

the knot in your stomach erupted with an almost pornographic moan from you, your thighs shaking and squeezing together, because eren just wouldn’t fucking stop.

“eren...eren, stop! it’s too much!” you cried out, holding onto his wrist, but that only made him thrust faster and faster.

“so fucking tight. god, you guys should see this.” you heard eren say, slowly removing his fingers, his other hand keeping your legs open.

“you sure she’s not a virgin, eren?” a low voice asked as eren spread your folds with his slick-covered fingers, your gaping hole on display for the three other guys in the room.

“i’ll tell you what, armin. i’m in a good mood today,” he then turned to you, holding you up against him so you could finally look at a blond, a tall brunette and a tan guy with a buzzcut, all three staring right back at you like a lion looked at its prey, “why don’t you three find out if she’s a virgin or not?”

reiner braun loved to get on your nerves. he despised you and your daddy’s money that you flaunted in everyone’s face. he despised your tight little equestrian outfit that costed more than his weekly salary, but most of all he despised your personality.

the way you acted like you owned the world, that every one of his father’s workers had to be at your beck and call, that you looked down at them as if they were dirt.

“my horse?” you pretended you weren’t staring at the beads of sweat that ran down his temple, or his strained muscles and the tan skin of his arms.

“right this way.” he threw his rake away and motioned for you to follow him behind a tall stack of hay.

“is this supposed to be funny? there are no horses-ah!” you yelped when your back hit the wall, but before you could protest, reiner’s filthy, dirty hand slapped against your mouth.

“you act all high and mighty just because your daddy has money.” he growled next to your ear. “but i see how you stare at me.”

“get off me!” you managed to take his hand off your face, wiping your mouth frantically. “you’ll be fired before you know it.”

“bet this is one of your rich girl fantasies.” he pinned your arms over your head with just one hand, the other squeezing your cheeks together. “a filthy worker, fucking the bitchy attitude out of ya.”

“fuck you!” you spat at him, only for him to smirk, slowly wiping the spit that landed on his nose. a heavy hand came in contact with your cheek, making your head turn to the side. you looked up at him through glossy eyes, bottom lip quivering.

“you gon’ cry?” you shook your head from side to side. reiner’s calloused hand ran down your body, settling on your hip, where your shirt had risen up. he squeezed the plush skin before snaking further up your torso. his fat fingers fiddled with the hem of your bra, before bringing both his hands over your shirt, breaking the buttons apart with force.

“hey!” you covered yourself with your arms, only for reiner to bring them down.

“don’t worry doll. your daddy’s gonna get ya a new one.” he caged you between his arms, his lips hovering over yours. you felt his breath on your upper lip, his hands on your tits, shamelessly caressing the soft skin that pushed out of the top of your bra.

and before you had time to realise the situation you were in, chapped lips slammed against glossy ones, fervorous and hungry. reiner’s tongue slipped between your lips, and you let him, feeling the bitter aftertaste of whiskey on it. he pushed your bra down, your tits splaying out against his chest, and he pulled away to look at your curves.

“shame you’re such a cunt.”

your snarky response got lost in a sloppy kiss, reiner’s lips travelling down your jaw, your exposed neck, biting harshly. hesitantly, you brought your arms around his shoulders, fingers settling on his nape and playing with the soft ends of his hair.

a whine escaped your mouth when his hand traveled south, cupping your pussy over your underwear. he leaned down, pulling your pants to your ankles and left a loud smooch on your clit before lifting himself up.

his fingers pulled your underwear to the side, finally coming in contact with your heat. he wasn’t surprised to find you sticky and wet.

“how does it feel, miss y/n?”

“w-what?” your eyes shot open to see him licking his fingers, eyes gleaming as he stared at you.

“knowing a filthy worker ‘s gon’ be inside this little pussy.”

you looked around the barn. you were pretty well hidden, but still. were you really about to have sex with him? in the middle of a barn, in broad daylight? the mere thought made your brain foggy.

“i’m-”

“shh.” his middle finger brought your bottom lip down, before pushing in. eyes never leaving his low-lidded hazel ones, you brought your cheeks in, sucking on the finger. “good girl.”

the praise coming from his mouth went straight to your core, begging for him to pay attention to it again. you didn’t have to wait long for reiner to scissor two slick-covered fingers between your folds, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“shut up. ya wanna get caught?” his fingers entered your cunt with no warning, earning another whine from you. he slapped you across the face, hard, before bringing his hand to your carefully tied ponytail, pulling on it until the hairband snapped. his hand remained entangled with your hair, as his right one worked its way inside you.

you were tight around his two fat fingers, covering them with your slick as he scissored them inside you. you couldn’t begin to imagine what his cock could do to you.

“reiner…” you breathed out, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his shoulders. he picked up the pace, driving you further up the wall with the mere force of his fingertips. your walls squeezed around him and you tried closing your legs, but he pushed them apart with his knee.

“ya gon’ come already?” he teased, biting your earlobe. and before the knot in your stomach snapped, he pulled away from you, leaving you breathless.

“wha-why…?” you couldn’t even find the right words.

“bitches don’t get to come.” the sound of a buckle turned your attention to him. he pushed your shoulders down, and you fell to your knees in front of him, waited for him to pull his cock out of his underwear.

it was bigger than you thought it would be. wide-eyed, you looked up at him. it stood long and fat, painfully so, with a prominent vein down the right side and a pink leaking tip. he slapped it against your bottom lip and you obeyed.

hesitantly, you brought a hand to the base, pumping it slowly as you worked to fit the rest inside your mouth. with hollowed cheeks, you sucked him in, earning a low groan as his hand met the back of your head.

he pushed your head forward, then used your hair to pull you all the way back, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip.

“take it all.”

“it won’t fit.” you mumbled.

“it will.” he pushed you again, the hair on the top of your head being pulled all ways, making your scalp hurt. you gagged around his cock and flattened your tongue to scrape along the downside, earning a guttural sound from above. you kept pumping what part wouldn’t fit in your mouth, fingertips grazing against his tight balls, coating them with a mix of your saliva and his precum.

reiner looked down at you, ears red and eyes glossed over. he wiped the tears streaming down your face with a grin, licking his thumb after.

“turn around.” he pulled you up by your hair and kissed you sloppily, before gripping your hips to flip you against the wall.

one, two taps of his cock against your ass before he pushed your waist down. you arched your back for him and brought your arms back, holding your ass cheeks apart. he didn’t waste any time, used his tip to gather all the slick from your folds before pushing in.

“fuuuck.” he threw his head back, fingers leaving red marks where he squeezed your hips. “who knew rich pussy was so good.”

you sucked him in almost desperately, your face and torso squeezed against the wall as he stretched your pussy open.

“slower.” you mumbled, trying to shove him away. it was too much, too little prep, too dirty. he held onto your wrists, pulling them back so he could ram into you.

his tip grazed against your cervix and you were gone. your pathetic attempts to cover up your moans echoed against the wall and you tried so hard to keep your legs standing.

his cock was too much. too big for your tight hole. your gummy walls squeezed around him, wouldn’t let him pull out, not that he wanted to.

“stop squeezing.” he groaned, slapping your bare ass. your eyes squeezed shut at the impact, but he soothed the red mark with a soft caress.

“can’t…too much, reiner.” you mewled, turning over your shoulder to look at him. a few beads of sweat trickled down his temple and the veins in his upper arms were popping. the stained work shirt was bunched between his teeth so he could look at where your bodies met.

you suddenly felt empty. you turned around, ready to protest, to see him drag a wooden trunk on the floor. he sat down, pulling you in his lap.

“look at you.” he whispered in your ear before leaning down to kiss your marked neck. “fuckin’ a dirty labourer.” he looked up at you, hand smushing your cheeks together before kissing you harshly.

you lifted yourself up on your knees, lining his cock up with your slit and slowly sliding down. you threw your head back at the feeling. this position allowed more of him to push inside you, which he did with one hard thrust.

he didn’t wait for you to grind on him, no. his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you in place, he thrusted up violently, until you were screaming his name.

“shut the fuck up.” he slapped you across the face. you were too far gone to care, any sliver of attention he gave you going straight to your core to feed your impending orgasm.

“gonna cum…reiner, please.” chants of his name spewed out your mouth as the knot in your stomach finally came undone, and your walls spasmed around his cock.

“ ‘d ya come, little girl?” he gave you a lopsided grin, taking his suede hat off to place it on your head. you nodded, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in his neck.

“too much.” you whined, trying to push away from him.

“look at how you’re milking my cock. you want this, don’t ya?” he made you look down at where you two met. your eyes grew wide at the way his tip bulged against your stomach every time he thrusted inside you. he brought your hand over the bulge, pushing it down so you could feel how he fucked into you.

his breath hitched in his throat and he pushed you down, making you take all of him in a painfully good way. you felt his cock twitch and tried to pull away, eyes wide at the way he cockily smiled at you.

“you ain’t goin’ nowhere.” he stilled his movements, groaning loudly as hot spurts of cum hit your cervix and painted your walls white. a few tears escaped your eyes, but reiner kissed them away before his lips met your own in a soft peck.

“relax. you were askin’ for it.”

Zeke Yeager was an extremely smart, charming, tall and handsome 40-something year old man who you met at the early age of 16. Back then, you couldn’t care less about him, but at the prime time of your 19th year on earth, your mind wandered to the attractive doctor and what he would think of you.

On that warm Friday morning, you took a steaming shower and got dressed in your favorite cheeky sundress that rid your thigh on every move. Well, that’s what you get when you forget to bring your clothes back home and are stuck with what you wore one year ago. You insisted that you’ll drive alone, and that your parents needn’t be there. And that’s how you ended up following the secretary to the all familiar office.

“Thank you,” Dr. Yeager dismissed the woman and got up to greet you instead of showing you to a chair, “___, how have you been?” He extended his hand for a shake. You accepted the gesture and sat down with a beaming smile.

“Excellent. And you, Doctor?”

“Ah, you know. The usual. How’s college life treating you? Any boys?” He smiled, sinking into his seat and adjusting his round glasses.

“O-of course not! I’m a medical student, I don’t have time for boys!” You giggled into your hand, knowing he was satisfied with your supposed obliviousness, as would be your parents.

“Very well, if you’d like to get on the examination table. And remove your clothes.” He ordered like the good doctor he was and took his stethoscope in hand, getting up as well.

“I-I don’t have a bra on.” You mumbled, scratching the back of your head.

“That’s fine, we’re doing a full body check-up anyway. Remove everything.” He repeated, like the great doctor he was. You blushed, suddenly feeling uneasy as your fingers removed the straps of your dress and you stepped out of it. You couldn’t help but notice his breath hitching at the showcase of two perfect nipple piercings on your perky breasts and a tattoo between them.

“This is kind of awkward. I, uhh, have a tattoo. Down there.” You mumbled and your eye caught him wide-eyed at the sight of your ruined cotton panties, wondering how you so shamelessly placed your panties on full display over your folded dress, clit gleaming with slick. Well, it wasn’t exactly your fault that you got horny right as you parked and the only solution was to finger yourself in the middle of a crowded parking lot.

“I don’t judge, ___. Now, on the bed, please.”

You hopped on, boobs bouncing perfectly up and down while Dr. Yeager stepped closer. He placed the two ends of the stethoscope in his ears and the cold end finally came in contact with your body, making you shiver. After that, he checked your ears and mouth, stepping back again.

“Have you been doing any self-checking for breast cancer?”

“Yes! Every first of the month!” You said excitedly, hands on your breasts subconsciously, ever so slightly pushing them together. You could guess his train of thought by the dark look in his grey eyes. His hands met your own, pushing them away and taking their place.

“You should go to an expert every once in a while, you know.” He explained as his long, calloused fingers rubbed circles around your breasts. Your breath got caught in your throat when his hands ghosted over your sensitive nipples.

“Now lay down, darling.” He pushed your shoulder back softly, allowing you to lay down. With a deep breath that didn’t go unnoticed by you, he parted your knees slightly, taking in the sight of your perfect, wet pussy right in front of him. You swore he could see you getting more wet as you stared at his handsome face, carved by the Greek Gods.

“Doctor Yeager, maybe I should–”

“Shhh, don’t fret. It’s just a check-up, right?” His fake reassuring made you wonder if he felt the same way you did. Maybe he also had a different look for you now that you were all grown up and spread open for him.

“Yes. Right.” You gulped, trying to suppress a moan when his cold fingers came in contact with your warmth. Yes, he was supposed to be checking you, but you doubted he actually saw anything. The involuntary clenching of your hole didn’t go unnoticed by the doctor, but he stepped behind his desk with one lingering touch right where your slit was.

“I’ll be honest with you.” He removed his glasses and sat on a chair in front of you. You sat on your butt, legs hanging from the side instead of laying down, knowing the view you gave him was much, much better.

“Yes, of course!” You said in your usual innocent tone.

“Your parents were afraid you’re not pure. That’s why they asked for a check-up.”

“Well, isn’t there something called medical confidentiality?” You retorted. He chuckled and looked up at you, wishing you would just get dressed so he wouldn’t have to give in to his oh-so-wrong desires.

“Correct. However, your parents are really worried about you. Maybe I should just tell them...”

“Tell them what?”

“I think you know, ___.”

“Please! Please, sir, I’ll do anything.” You pouted, bottom lip trembling. You had him right where he wanted him, as you did with everyone.

“Anything?”

“Anything!” You jumped off the bed, leaning down and pressing your palms against the arms of his chair. He looked down at your exposed body before looking at the ceiling, hoping for a sign that this was wrong.

“Really? And what do you usually do when you need a favor?”

“I-I don’t understand...” you pouted again, knowing your stupid act made everyone weak at the knees.

“You don’t? Why don’t you lay there again and I’ll help you understand, ___.” You did as he said happily, this time your legs staying closed, way too embarrassed at what was happening between them.

“Don’t be shy, sweetie. I told you before, it’s just a check-up. I’ll just...check how much of a slut you are.” He grinned darkly, middle finger pumping into you with no warning. A gasp escaped your lips, but the moment was over before it even started.

“Sir–”

“As I expected. Your parents had every right to be concerned.”

“Please.”

“I mean, look at this. You’re dripping.” He pretended to be disappointed, a finger trailing from your clit to a tacky tattoo you had when you were drunk, reading ‘eat me’ with an arrow pointing down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, doctor.”

“This act of yours,” he grunted, hand behind your neck pulling you up, “is very dangerous.”

“I know you like it,” You bit your bottom lip and dragged him closer to you by his belt, “Sir.”

“___.” Your name was all the man could say, losing every touch with reality he barely had before. You got off the bed and dropped on your knees, hands running on his torso and slowly coming down to unbuckle his leather belt.

“Let me thank you for the check-up, Doctor Yeager.” You said sweetly, batting your eyelids at him. Without hesitating you slid his plaid boxers down enough for his dick to spring out and hit his abdomen. You were pleasantly surprised at his length and girth, liking the challenge of taking all of him in your mouth.

You ran a finger on the underside of him, watching it twitch when you pressed the finger on his vein. Taking it in your palm, you grazed a thumb over the tip, precum running down the length of it with a whimper from the man. You licked a bold stripe and, with a kiss on the pink tip, you took him in your mouth. The length you couldn’t yet take, your hand rubbed vigorously. Zeke’s hands found the back of your head and tugged on your hair, pulling you back. His dick left your mouth, a string of saliva and precum connecting them, as you gazed up at him innocently.

“Take it like the big girl you are, okay?”

“Yes sir.” You stuck your tongue out and waited for him. You guessed that Zeke was a dom, and probably really rough, but you didn’t expect him to ram his cock in your throat without a warning. With his hands still tugging your hair to hold you in place, he shamelessly bucked his hips into your face until all of him was inside your mouth and his tip hit the back of your throat. Your gagging and soft, muffled moans sent vibrations all over his body, urging him to thrust harder into you until a few tears trickled down your cheeks. He didn’t bother wiping them, knowing they would just roll down again. Your nose touched the skin above his cock, curly blond hair and coconut-scented body wash tickling your nostrils. You focused on the heavy, low grunts the man let out, which went straight to your core. One hand on his thigh for support, the other started rubbing your clit, trying to pursue that friction you so desperately wanted. With one last pound, warm ropes of his cum hit the back of your mouth and he pushed you to take all of him as a few more droplets of cum spilled on your tongue. He pulled out, sweat now trickling down his forehead, and grazed a thumb over your lips, before playfully tapping your cheek.

“Swallow.” He ordered and you did as he said, opening your mouth for him to see. “Good girl.” He grunted and pulled you off your feet. If he wasn’t holding onto you, you probably would have dropped back on your knees, your legs were shaking from the need of something, anything to bring you to your sweet release.

“Look at you. Getting so worked up, just from me fucking your face.” He chuckled darkly, palm cupping your cunt and a finger shoving in. “What’s gonna happen if I fuck your little cunt too, huh?” You could only moan in reply, hand desperately rubbing his cock until he slapped it away.

“Such a cockwhore. Yeah? You’re a whore for my cock?”

“Yes! I am!” You blurted out.

“Of course you are.” He said cockily and pressed a kiss on your collarbone, one hand massaging your breast while the other still fucked into you. He latched onto your breasts, kissing and sucking so desperately, you could only wish for him to leave some hickeys for you to remember him. As his fingers pinched your sensitive nipple, you threw your head back with a moan.

“Now quiet, baby. We don’t want everyone to know what a cockwhore you are, do we?”

“N-no, sir. Fu-fuck, ’m gonna cum!” You breathed out, throwing your arms around his shoulder for some support. You bucked your hips onto his finger, but it was not enough. “More, please.” Zeke did as you said, now three of his long fingers sending you into a spiral. The only thing heard in the office was the squelching sounds your pussy made is it clenched around his thrusting fingers and your whimpers.

“Cum on my fingers, ___.” He whispered into your ear, before biting your lobe playfully. Your breath hitched in your throat and the knot in your lower stomach finally came undone as juices spilled down your thighs. He didn’t however stop, milking your orgasm as much as possible, until your nails left marks on his back. He pulled his fingers out and probed your bottom lip with them, shoving them in. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked until they were clean, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. His kiss had nothing romantic in it; it was rough, needy and his beard scratched your jaw but you couldn’t care less. You leaned down and sat on the examination table, legs still shaking, but the smirk on his face showed it wasn’t over yet.

“Turn around for me, slut. Wanna see your pretty ass while I fuck you.”

“I don’t know if it can fit.” You said sweetly, looking down at the hand he was using to rub his cock. He gripped your jaw, forcing your mouth open and spit in it with an almost hateful grin.

“I’ll make it fit.” You swallowed his spit and turned around, hands gripping the end of the bed and back arched perfectly for him. You could hear a needy whine escape his mouth as his hands met your hips and held onto them tightly. You sure would need that support in a while. He spread your cheeks open, thumb gliding over your back hole, just to make you gasp, before his tip found itself inside your slit with no warning. He was big, thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you could feel solely his tip stretching you out. Zeke had to hold himself from cumming already, the tightness of your cunt pressing on just the right spots. No, he couldn’t cum, when he finally had you where he wanted. Without letting you adjust to him, he pulled you back from your hips, only for them to meet his own, and that’s how you knew he managed to fit his whole cock inside you.

“Too much...it’s too much...” you moaned out, the feeling of your cunt stuffed with his perfect dick being too overwhelming.

“For such a cockwhore, you’re too damn tight.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, the new position allowing him to start thrusting his hips into yours. You could feel even the smallest vein of his cock on your walls and with every thrust you let out an even louder moan.

“I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” He grunted and leaned down to grab your long discarded underwear. He forced your mouth open and shoved them in with a chuckle at the roll of your eyes.

“Got an attitude too, slut? Let’s see how much you can keep up with it.” He slapped your ass cheek, the sting hurting so good as the grip on your hips tightened to make it easier for him to thrust into you. With every pound, you slipped further down the bed, and every time he pulled you back with a slap on your ass as punishment for moving away from him. His arm wrapped around your stomach to hold you in place and the other went down to your clit, rubbing it to see you squirm. He slapped it to see your reaction, and when you arched your back more, moaning into your wet underwear, Zeke couldn’t help himself.

“Gonna cum in your perfect tight cunt, okay? And you’re gonna take it like the cockwhore you are.” He removed the panties from your face, needing a reaction so bad, but you could only whimper, so overstimulated from him fucking you right after you orgasmed on his fingers.

“Aw, did I fuck my little slut dumb? Too fucking bad.” He rubbed your clit like his life depended on it, as the sound of his balls slapping on your cunt filled the room. He pulled you back into him, your back on his torso as he released a huge load into you, watching some of it spill out and drip down your thighs, mixing with your own juices. Your legs were shaking and you were ready to fall, but Zeke just couldn’t let you go. Not when he was cockwarming you so perfectly, not letting his cum ooze out.

“Please...sir. I can’t- too sensitive.” You were babbling between heavy breaths, only earning a chuckle from the doctor.

“We’re done when I say we’re done. God, I could cum just like this.” He grunted, his cock hardening again between your wet walls. You could feel it, and you couldn’t help but moan out at the feeling.

“Please, just do something.”

“Something?” He asked amusedly.

“I need to-”

“No, you don’t. A slut like you can play with herself when she gets home, got it?”

You gulped, almost crying out of desperation.

“Yes sir.”

“Good fucking girl. Such a shame you live far away. I’ll just have to fuck you dumb every time you pay a visit to your lovely parents.”

“Yes, please sir.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. So I’ll let you cum.” He hissed in your ear, fingers meeting your clit again as his cock still stayed inside you, seeking his own high as your walls clenched around his girth. Zeke knew he couldn’t last longer, not with your soft whines filling his ears.

“I’m so-so close. Can I cum, sir?” You pleaded, turning your head to bat your eyelids at him, but his head was tilted back and you felt another load of his warm liquid fill you up.

“Yes, my little cockwhore. You can.”

“Th-thank you, sir.” You managed to blurt out as his fingers took his cock’s place again, pushing his cum back inside you with rough moves. You squirmed under his touch, legs shutting close as you squirted all over your thighs.

“Hm, that’s interesting. Did you know you could do that?” He asked, now turning you over and leaning over you.

“No, I-I didn’t, sir.”

“Let’s see if my slut can do it again, okay? I’ll call to cancel the rest of my appointments.” With a slap on your sensitive, red from the overstimulation, clit, he left for his desk, calling his secretary to say his day was suddenly booked.

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