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i’m 18 𝜗𝜚 and i’m black, im a scorpio!

⤷ my fandomsˎˊ˗

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AOT

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jujutsu kaisen

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Hemlock Groove

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Demon slayer

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Resident evil

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ invincible

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Tokyo Ghoul

I love Eren! 𝜗𝜚

I love Gojo! 𝜗𝜚

I love MARK GRAYSON! 𝜗𝜚

I love Pink! 𝜗𝜚

⤷ anything i write is something that i fantasize about or want to happen to me (most of the time)

⤷ i’m new to tumblr, i’ve only written on wattpad. so sorry if it’s a bit choppy or bad. i’ll work on anything that’s hard to read ! 😭

I love writing smut! 𝜗𝜚

your best friend’s little brother always got irritated the second you walked in. everytime you came over he’d make it known with heavy sighs and muttered complaints under his breath.

and when you stayed the night it was even worse. doors closing a little too hard, cabinets shutting louder than necessary.

you two argued about everything, stupid shit mostly. it was constant.

“bro you always talking about boys?” eren would get in your face, voice sharp. “pick me—”

“pick me? eren i never had to go out my way to get picked,” your lips pushed up. kasie would just laugh from her bed. “eren… she’s not a pick me. if anything she’s a hoe.”

you turned quick and pinched her side hard. “you really wanna go there? ‘cause when you needed a ride to—”

she cut you off with a loud fake cough.

“shit is sad and disgusting.” eren stayed leaning against the doorframe, tall as hell, just watching. his eyes stayed on you for a beat longer than they should’ve.

then he pushed off and walked away without saying anything. that part always pissed you off. you hated when he got the last move.

“just let him be,” kasie said, already back on her phone, back facing you.

you crossed your arms tight under your chest. “your brother is really annoying. i’m starting to actually not like him,” you said, voice rising a bit.

“i’m sure he feels the same about you,” she replied, half turning. “you’re the only one he argues with like that.”

you climbed onto her bed, the mattress sinking under you. “really? he doesn’t get into it with your boyfriend or anybody else?”

kasie giggled low, shifting back against her headboard. “maybe it’s ‘cause you’re always here… or maybe…” she dragged it out, smirking. “eren got a big ole crush.”

you pouted your lips, twisting them a bit. “girl i’d never talk to nobody younger than me—especially your brother.” you were taken aback.

the words kinda hung there and you felt a weird little twist in your stomach, replaying how he looked at you from that doorframe before he left. you hated how it stuck with you even a little.

she rolled her eyes, “eren is what like— three years younger than you?” she shifted her lips to the side. “that’s not even bad.”

and that made you frown, “would you talk to my little brother?” you tilted your head, your curls shifting down your shoulders as you stared at her.

kasie smiled, “no.. definitely not—but your older brother.” she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and rolled her eyes back playfully. “the things i’d let him do to me!”

“you’re actually sick.” a soft smile formed on your face and you shook your head, looking at her real judgmental. she was talking about your older brother who fucked five bitches in one day.

“you don’t even know him for real.” you added, voice low.

before she could say something back, her dad came in the room. the door creaked open and his footsteps were soft on the carpet.

“hey girls!” he smiled, his glasses slipping down his nose as he pushed them back up with one finger. “me and your mom are going to this ballet show tonight.”

he paused, clearing his throat awkwardly and shifting in the doorway. “so uh… keep it down, no crazy stuff, and definitely no boys sneaking in here while we’re gone, alright? i mean it.”

you and kasie both nodded quick, trying not to laugh in his face. soon as the door clicked shut the room got quiet for a second, just the low hum of the fan spinning above you and the faint sound of their car pulling out the driveway.

kasie looked at you and busted out laughing first, covering her mouth. she was saying something between laughs but it was all jumbled up and hard to understand.

and as soon as the car lights danced across the blinds, she instantly grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend. you shook your head, smirking. “kasie you not shit for real..” and she really wasn’t.

and 30 minutes later her boyfriend and his friend showed up.

kasie couldn’t help being all over her boyfriend the second he walked in, kissing him and sitting on his lap. the vibe felt a bit awkward at first, everybody kinda just looking around. her boyfriend’s friend sat next to you, legs spread wide in his sweats.

“so what’s up witchu?” he broke the silence, looking straight at you. you shifted your eyes over to him without fully turning your head, acting like you wasn’t really paying him no mind.

“what you mean?” you let out a soft ‘hmph,’

he sucked his teeth and leaned forward a little. “you single, and i’m searching?” he talked with his hands, moving them all extra while he spoke.

he wasn’t ugly at all—actually.. he was really attractive, nice fade, pretty brown eyes, and tattoos peeking from under his sleeve.

“i really just wanna focus on school you know?” you finally faced him, turning on the couch. your knee accidentally rubbed against his thigh as you shifted, but you didn’t move it right away.

after a while you got extremely comfortable with him. yall started talking about all kinds of shit —music, funny stories from school, wild shit yall seen on social media.

the awkward vibe disappeared and yall were laughing for real, leaning into each other. before you knew it yall were exchanging instagrams and snaps, phones out, heads close together while you followed each other.

“let’s play twister!” kasie squealed, holding the beat up box in her hand, shaking it around all excited.

her boyfriend looked over at his friend then back at the group. “i’m down if you down?”

alex grinned a bit, rubbing the back of his arm. “nah i don’t mind,” he said, then turned his eyes back to you. “you playin’ right?” his brown eyes were so soft.

“well since you begging and shit.. i guess i’ll play alex.” you got up from the couch and stretched real slow, arms reaching high above your head, past all your curly hair. your shorts rode up your butt a little as you arched your back.

“can you go get eren?” kasie shifted her lips to the side and looked at you with them big pleading eyes. “i want him to have fun tonight too.”

you sucked your teeth loud and rolled your eyes hard. “okay, i guess.” you dragged yourself upstairs and knocked on eren’s door twice before just walking in.

he was laid back on his bed scrolling on his phone, one arm behind his head, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. “kasie said come play twister with us,” you told him, leaning against his doorframe.

eren glanced up at you, eyes moving slow from your face down to your legs then back up. “why you gotta be the one to come get me?” he asked, voice low.

you shrugged, stepping inside his room a little more. it smelled like his cologne mixed with weed and fresh laundry. “she wanted you to have fun tonight too, i guess. you gone come or you just gonna stay up here being weird?”

he let out a little laugh and sat up on the edge of his bed, legs spread. “you the one always in my house acting like you run shit. now you want me to come play twister like we kids?”

you crossed your arms and leaned against his dresser. “aren’t you like 12?” you scoffed, “this right up your alley boo.”

eren stood up slow, walking towards you. “bet i can show you something they never did at yo’ little university.” he tilted his head slightly, his manbun shifting as he looked down at you.

the way he said it made the room feel hotter. he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you had to look up at him. his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his t-shirt was fitting just right on his chest.

you wanted to find the words, something to say. anything really. “bitch please.” was all you could come up with. you struggled to even keep the eye contact..

he licked his lips and let his eyes drop down to your thighs and back up. “keep playing with me and imma show you just how much i mean that shit.”

he looked at you for a second longer, eyes dark, before stepping back a bit. “and you really playing in them little ass shorts?” he shifted his head to the side, staring hard.

you walked over to his mirror and turned around, checking yourself. “and what’s wrong with them exactly?” you wagged your butt a little in the mirror, smirking.

eren followed you to the mirror, standing behind you. “you don’t see nothing wrong?” he scoffed under his breath, eyes locked on your ass. “your whole ass out and you wanna play twister with people downstairs?”

“just cmon,” you rolled your eyes and walked past him toward the door, trying to ignore the way your skin felt warm from him staring like that.

kasie already had everything set up, she even had drinks lined up on the table like she been planning this.

“oh my god finally!” she clapped her hands loud, all excited. “guys let’s play now!”

you sighed as you finished walking down the stairs, eren inches behind you, his presence heavy. “you didn’t say we was playing drunk twister,” you said, crossing your arms as you got closer to the group.

“it was alex’s idea,” kasie grinned a little, shrugging. “and we all grown sooo.” she crossed her arms too, trying to look innocent.

you balled your lip up softly. “kasie your brother is 17.”

“okay and? eren got a whole tattoo and he smoke weed… he grown enough,” she said, waving you off.

you shook your head. kasie was the real pick me honestly. “okay whatever.” you sat on the couch, legs crossed, already feeling the vibe in the room shifting now that drinks were involved.

eren dropped down on the other end of the couch, spreading his legs wide, eyes flicking over to you for a second before looking away. alex was watching you too, a small smirk on his face like he was waiting for the game to start.

“okay so first everyone take a shot just to get started.” she handed everyone their drinks one by one, all smiley and hyped.

you hesitated for a second, staring at the cup before shrugging and throwing it back. the liquor burned going down your throat. eren swallowed his in one go with no reaction at all, face blank like it was water. alex’s cup was already empty too, sitting it down quick.

“okay so here’s the teams…” kasie spoke, still blinking a little from the shot. “you and eren — and alex and jace.”

jace instantly got upset, face scrunched up. “bro that’s lowkey… gay though?”

kasie just laughed loud, waving him off. “it’s just a game, stop babe.” you side-eyed eren real quick, already feeling the shot warming up your chest.

alex looked a little disappointed but played it off, glancing over at you with them soft brown eyes. the energy in the room felt messy now.

drinks and tension.

the game finally started and you actually started having fun. the boys kept ending up in mad weird positions and it had you giggling nonstop.

jace and alex got twisted up bad, with jace basically sitting on alex’s lap. kasie quickly snapped a picture, laughing her ass off. they tapped out fast and took a drink because neither one of them wanted to stay like that any longer.

kasie kept yelling out body parts and colors, eventually you ended up bent all the way over, ass pressed right against eren. he was holding his core tight, muscles flexed hard under his shirt as he tried to stay balanced.

the position felt embarrassing, especially with everybody right there, but you hated drinking so you refused to fall. “fuck— you’re so flexible,” alex said, looking up at you from the mat with a grin.

eren let out a loud, heavy sigh that everybody in the room definitely heard. you stayed secured on top of him, trying not to slip. “thank you.. i used to cheer!” you replied, breathing a little hard.

you could feel eren’s breath on your back, heavy and warm. his body was tense as hell underneath you and you swore you felt his dick twitch against your ass again through his sweatpants. he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

“right foot green,” kasie called out. you tried to move but eren’s hand suddenly gripped your waist tight to keep both of y’all from falling. his fingers pressed into your skin a little too hard, like he was frustrated.

alex laughed from the side, still watching you. “y’all look good together like that,” you could tel he was trying to be funny.

eren didn’t say nothing back, but you felt his body shift behind you, pressing forward just enough for you to really feel how hard he was.

your heart was beating fast now. the alcohol mixed with eren’s dick basically resting on your ass was making it hard to focus.

you tried to play it cool but your thighs were starting to shake a little from holding the position.

kasie kept spinning and calling out moves, completely clueless to what was happening. you tried to adjust your foot but slipped a little, pushing your ass back against eren even more. he let out a low groan only you could hear, his grip on your waist getting tighter.

“you doing that shit on purpose?” he muttered behind you, voice deep and rough. his hard dick was pressed right between your cheeks now, thick and warm through the thin material of your shorts.

alex was still talking, trying to get your attention. “you good over there? need me to come help you?” he asked with a smirk.

eren rolled his eyes, and you could feel him holding you tighter. he didn’t want alex nowhere near you. ever. you were starting to get wet. uncontrollably.. you wanted the friction.

you softly pushed back against his thick lining in his sweatpants. soft groans escaped, and eren started grinding into you for a few seconds. not even caring if others saw.

his dick pressed between your cheeks and he slightly shifted up? “want me to show you now?” his words tickled your ear.

your eyebrows shifted and as bad as you wanted to rub your clit you couldn’t. not with everybody right there laughing and playing like nothing was happening.

alex kept talking, still trying to get your attention. “you sure you good? you looking a little stuck,” he said with that smirk, starting to move closer like he was really about to help.

eren’s grip on your waist got even tighter, almost possessive. he pressed his hard dick firmer between your cheeks and rolled his hips slow, grinding into you like he didn’t give a fuck who saw. you had to bite your lip hard to stop from moaning out loud.

“want me to show you now?” he whispered again, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and raspy. his breath was hot against your skin and it sent chills down your back.

you couldn’t even answer him. your pussy was throbbing bad, getting wetter every time he pushed up into you. the thin material of your shorts was doing nothing to hide how turned on you were getting.

eren kept that slow, nasty grind going behind you, acting like he was just trying to stay balanced for the game.

kasie yelled out another color but you barely heard her. all you could focus on was eren’s thick dick rubbing against you and how good it felt.

you pushed back against him again without thinking, chasing that friction even though your thighs were starting to burn from the position.

after an hour of twister everyone eventually passed out drunk. the living room was a mess — empty cups, the twister mat still on the floor, and the tv playing quietly in the background.

kasie and jace were knocked out on the big couch together, tangled up under a thick blanket, her leg thrown over him. alex was sprawled across the smaller sofa, snoring lightly with his mouth half open.

you and eren were laid out on the floor on a pile of blankets and pillows. the room was dark except for the glow from the tv. you were both still kinda awake.

he shifted closer to you under the blankets, then quietly turned on his side to face you. his hair was down now, messy and falling across his face. he sucked his teeth a bit, eyes low.

“why you still up?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“because why would you do that…” you whined softly, your lashes fluttering as you finally looked him in the eyes.

“do? what exactly..” he dragged his words, teasingly. he knew what he was doing. he shifted closer. so close your lashes could touch.

“eren…” you pouted, lips poked out.

you couldn’t help it. your hand slipped under the blanket and into your shorts, rubbing your soaked pussy. eren watched the movement under the blanket and his eyes got darker.

he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled your hand away. “let me do it,” he said, calm and low.

you frowned but didn’t stop him. his long fingers slid under the blanket, under your shorts and panties, and started rubbing slow circles on your wet clit. your eyes rolled back to the stars.

“wait—” you whispered, gripping his wrist. “wait… we can’t… everybody’s right here—”

“so?” he breathed against your lips, slipping one finger inside you. you were dripping. he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closing for a second like he was savoring how wet you were.

“fuck…” he muttered under his breath, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you under the blanket.

you opened your legs a little wider without thinking, letting him go deeper. the wet sounds were quiet but so loud to you. eren added a second finger, stretching you more, curling them every time he pushed back in. your breathing was getting shaky and you had to turn your face into the pillow to stay quiet.

he kept that steady rhythm, fingers sliding in and out, thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. your pussy kept clenching around him, getting wetter with every stroke. you started moving your hips against his hand, chasing it.

eren pressed his hard dick against your thigh, letting you feel how turned on he was. he was throbbing.

you let out a soft whimper and reached back, grabbing his wrist harder, not sure if you wanted him to stop or go faster.

he didn’t speed up. he kept fucking you slow with his fingers, drawing it out, making your thighs shake under the blanket.

he watched every little twitch in your face — how your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your lips parted, how tight you were squeezing his wrist. you were so close. he could feel your pussy pulsing around his fingers. eren had something to prove.

then he just… stopped.

he pulled his fingers out of you completely and yawned loud, acting all casual.

“the fuck?” you balled up your lips, eyes wide. “eren what are you doing?” you whispered, voice shaky and desperate.

he stretched his arms like he was getting comfortable, still yawning. “i’m tired… goodnight.” he sniffed and turned his back to you, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder like he was really about to go to sleep.

you laid there stunned, pussy still throbbing and dripping down your thighs. your body felt hot and frustrated as hell. you stared at the back of his head, breathing hard, lowkey pissed off but even more turned on.

you nudged him with your knee again, harder this time. “eren… stop playing.”

he still didn’t say anything, just stayed facing away from you, but you could see his shoulders shaking lightly like he was trying not to laugh.

“eren.” you sat up on your elbow now, heat rushing all over your body. you were getting pissed. your pussy was still wet and pulsing and this nigga really had the nerve to play with you like this.

you sucked your teeth loud and crawled over him, literally rolling your body right on top of his before settling down.

your back was now pressed against his stomach, ass nestled right against him. he was still laughing softly under his breath.

“what?” he whispered close to your ear, voice deep and amused.

“don’t ignore me,” you pouted, clearly upset that he got you worked up and then tried to play sleep. you could feel his dick, still hard, pressing against your ass through his sweatpants.

eren chuckled quietly and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “okay,” he said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. his fingers started twirling one of your curls, playing with it while his breath brushed the back of your neck.

he didn’t say anything else for a moment. just kept grinding against you slow, letting you feel every inch of him. his breathing got heavier against the back of your neck. you pushed back against him, frustrated and horny, wanting more.

eren slid his hand down your stomach and slipped it back into your shorts. his fingers found your pussy again, even wetter than before. he rubbed your clit in lazy circles, then pushed two fingers back inside you.

“this what you wanted?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. he started slowly pumping his fingers while grinding his dick against your ass at the same time.

you nodded, biting your lip hard, trying not to make any noise. your hips started moving with his hand, riding his fingers while your ass kept rubbing back against his dick.

eren breathed heavier against the back of your neck. he pulled his fingers out for a second, then pushed three back in, stretching you more. you gasped quietly and grabbed his wrist, but didn’t push him away.

“you mad at me?” he whispered, smirking against your ear as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. “or you just mad cause i stopped?”

you didn’t answer. instead you pushed your ass back harder on his dick, grinding on him. eren groaned low in his throat and finally pulled his hand out your shorts. he yanked your shorts and panties down to your thighs in one quick motion, then did the same with his sweatpants.

his hard dick sprang out, heavy and hot. he grabbed it and rubbed the thick head up and down your soaked pussy, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.

“please put it in.. stop playing eren..” you whispered softly.

eren let out a quiet breath and lined himself up. he pushed the head in slowly, just the tip, stretching you open. he stayed there for a second, letting you feel it before pulling back out. he did it again… and again. just the tip, teasing the fuck out of you.

you reached back and grabbed his thigh, trying to pull him deeper, but he held your hip still with a strong grip.

“if you can’t be quiet—”

“i can be quiet.. just do it!” you cut him off, pushing against him. eren laughed softly. then he finally pushed deeper. stretching you with each inch.

your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering. you reached behind you and gripped the side of his face, pulling him closer. your mouth fell open and even though you swore you could stay quiet, a soft, shaky whimper slipped out.

“shhh,” eren whispered, lips brushing your ear as he bottomed out inside you. he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust to how full you felt.

he started moving — slow, deep strokes under the blanket. the wet sound of your pussy was quiet but obvious between the two of you. every time he pulled back and slid back in, your body trembled.

you bit down hard on your lip, trying to hold it in, but another small moan escaped. eren’s hand quickly came up and covered your mouth gently, his palm warm against your lips.

“you can’t take dick?” he grunted quietly, still fucking you with those long, controlled strokes. his dick was so deep it felt like he was hitting your stomach.

your eyes were watering. the feeling of him stretching your pussy open raw. while trying not to wake up the whole room was making everything more intense.

before you knew it, eren lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his arm. his dick pushed even deeper inside you. you arched your back hard, mouth falling open.

“wait— oh my god—” you whispered, voice breaking. your hand shot down and started rubbing your clit in fast circles, trying to match his pace. your pussy was making the wettest noises now, slick and loud under the blanket with every stroke. you couldn’t control it.

eren groaned low in your ear, gripping your thigh tighter as he fucked you deeper. “you hear that shit?” he breathed. “…pussy creaming all on me.”

you nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. every time he pulled out and slid back in, the wet slapping sounds got a little louder. you were dripping down his dick, down your thighs, making a mess under the blanket.

“eren… slow down,” you whimpered, even though your body was doing the complete opposite. pushing back to meet every thrust.

eren suddenly shoved the blanket down off both of y’all, letting it bunch up around your legs. the cool air hit your sweaty skin and you instantly panicked.

“eren—” you whispered, eyes wide, looking over at kasie and them sleeping on the couch. you were scared somebody was gonna wake up and see him deep inside you like this. raw.

he didn’t care. he just hooked your leg higher and kept fucking you harder now that he wasn’t trapped under the blanket. his hips slapped against your ass quietly but steady. before you could say anything else, he shoved two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue.

“just take this shit—and be quiet,” he grunted low in your ear, still stroking deep. his fingers muffled your moans while he fucked you even nastier, skin slapping skin, sweat dripping between y’all.

you sucked on his fingers desperately, trying to stay quiet while he fucked you deeper. the sound of his hips hitting your ass was getting riskier.

“you scared somebody gone see me in this pussy?” he whispered, voice rough as he curled his fingers deeper in your mouth. you nodded weakly, eyes watering, but your body kept pushing back on him.

he pulled his fingers out your mouth and grabbed your throat instead, turning your head back toward him. he kissed you sloppily, messy and hungry, while still stroking deep. his dick was hitting spots that had your toes curling and your legs shaking.

“then be quiet,” he grunted against your lips, picking up the pace a little. your pussy was making loud, creamy noises with every thrust now. you reached back and gripped his arm tight, trying to ground yourself, but it felt so good.

eren suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling. before you could even react, he flipped you onto your stomach and climbed on top of you, pressing you down into the blankets. he spread your legs wider with his knee and pushed back inside you in one deep thrust.

“fuck—” you moaned into the blanket, gripping it tight. this new position felt even deeper. eren laid his whole body on top of you, chest pressed against your back, and started fucking you.

you couldn’t even be quiet anymore. your best friend’s little brother had you acting completely out of character, moaning and whimpering like you had no sense. and the crazy part? you loved every single second of it.

eren wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you back harder, forcing your back to arch deeper. you let out a soft, broken gasp as he sank even deeper inside you. it was too much. the wet sounds, your moans, his low grunts — it was all getting way too loud for people being asleep just a few feet away.

his eyes were dark and locked on your face, not looking away for even a second. he gripped your neck tighter, controlling you. “talk to me,” he said softly, almost sweetly, while still stroking deep.

“i— oh my go—” your voice cracked, breaking off into a whimper. you reached up and grabbed at his hand around your throat, trying to loosen his grip a little so you could breathe properly, but he wasn’t letting up.

“no,” he whispered, slowing his strokes just enough for you to really feel every thick inch stretching you open. “say it. say ‘oh my god, eren… you fucking me so good.’”

he gave your face a soft little slap, just enough to sting sweetly, matching the low groan in his voice. his eyes stayed glued to yours, waiting.

you swallowed hard, voice shaky and weak. “oh my god… eren… you fucking me so good,” you moaned quietly, the words barely making it out. saying it out loud made your pussy clench around him even tighter.

eren groaned deep in his chest, satisfied. “mhm… say,” he whispered, still stroking deep and slow. “say ‘i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother.’”

you hesitated, embarrassed, but your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. he felt it and let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip on your throat.

“say it,” he repeated, slapping your ass hard enough to make it sting. “don’t get shy now.”

you whimpered, voice shaky and broken as you finally gave in. “i… i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother…”

“yeah?” eren’s voice dropped even lower, sounding pleased as hell. he started fucking you harder, deeper, like your words turned him on even more.

eren kept that same slow, deep pace, dragging it out on purpose. he wasn’t rushing at all. every stroke was intentional, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making your toes curl.

“that’s crazy,” he whispered against your neck, voice low. “all that arguing… and now you letting me fuck you right here on the floor.”

he reached around and rubbed your clit in slow, teasing circles while still stroking deep. your legs started trembling again. you tried to push back against him but he held your hip still, keeping full control.

“slow down…” you breathed, even though you didn’t really want him to.

eren kissed the back of your shoulder softly. “you don’t want me to slow down,” he said quietly, almost teasing. “you just scared you’re gonna get too loud and wake them up.”

he kept fucking you slow, making sure you felt every inch. “you feel how deep i am? you really want me to pull out and waste all this nut?”

you shook your head weakly, eyes rolling back. “mm-mm… i don’t… i don’t want you to,” you breathed, voice shaky and broken.

eren let out a quiet, mocking laugh and gripped your hip tighter, still stroking deep and steady. “that’s what i thought,” he muttered. his breathing got heavier against your neck as he chased his nut.

he sped up just a little, giving you longer, harder strokes while keeping his voice low. “i dont— wanna pull out okay?” he groaned, “don’t make me pull out..”

your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. eren groaned softly in your ear, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to him.

“tell me you want it,” he demanded quietly, lips brushing your skin. “tell me you want me to nut in you.”

you stayed quiet, breathing hard, trying to hold onto the last bit of pride you had left. eren slowed his strokes down to a torturous pace, dragging his dick almost all the way out before sliding back in deep.

“don’t play with me,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and dark. he gave you one hard, deep thrust, making your mouth fall open. you whimpered into the blanket, your pussy clenching around him uncontrollably.

“eren…” you whined softly.

“say it,” he pressed, gripping your hip tighter, still moving painfully slow. you finally broke, voice shaky and small.

“…i want it,” you whispered. “i want you to cum inside me.”

eren let out a satisfied, cocky breath. “there you go,” he muttered, finally picking up the pace again. “wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“see.. my good girl.” he tightened his grip on your hip and started fucking you harder, deeper, chasing his orgasm.

his breathing got rough and ragged against your neck. after a few more deep strokes, his body tensed up completely. “fuck…” he grunted quietly.

his dick throbbed hard inside you as he pushed all the way in and held himself there. you felt thick, warm spurts of cum shooting deep into your pussy, pulse after pulse. he kept pressing his hips forward like he wanted every single drop to stay as deep as possible. there was so much it started leaking out around his dick while he was still inside you.

eren stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing heavy against your neck, twitching every few seconds as he finished emptying himself.

when he finally pulled out slowly, he turned you gently onto your side to face him. without saying anything, he wrapped both arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest, holding you protectively. one of his legs slid between yours as he tucked you close against his body, almost like he was shielding you.

“come here,” he whispered, voice low and a little possessive. he pressed your head into his chest and wrapped you up even tighter, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back while the other rested on your waist.

“you good?” he asked softly, kissing the top of your head. “i got you… just relax.”

megumi was your brothers bestfriend. he sold drugs, weed and some more shit that he kept stashed in different spots around his room.

your brother ended up on punishment for sneaking his girlfriend in the house one too many times, windows creaking and all.

and the only way he could get out was by taking his little sister out, buying you some dunkin’. donut strawberry and frosted with extra sprinkles because he knew you’d drag it out and a caramel frappe, extra caramel drizzle swirled on top and down the sides, the cup already getting that sweaty condensation ring by the time you got in the car.

though your brother left soon as he got there and begged you to not tell mom, voice low and desperate.

“sis please- i promise this is the last time.” he held the door knob wedging it in and outward while he stood in the hallway, sneakers squeaking on the wood floor.

“yeah whatever, hurry up.” you didn’t look away from your phone, just laid on megumis bed, legs kicked up, back against the headboard with the gray comforter bunched under you, the cold caramel frappe cup sweating against your thigh and leaving a damp spot on your sweatpants.

“okay call me if you need me, ima be at carmens house.” and with that your brothers car pulled out the driveway, tires crunching over loose gravel, and he was on his way to see his girlfriend—again.

you strolled on your phone, biting at your straw, the plastic slightly flattened from how long you’d been chewing on it, caramel still thick and sticky on the tip every time you took a slow sip through the whipped cream.

the faint smell of weed still hung in the air mixed with whatever body spray megumi used, and you could hear him moving around somewhere down the hall, door half open like he didn’t care who was in his space.

his room wasn’t dirty, it was actually clean. organized actually. shelves lined with vinyls in alphabetical order, a few jars tucked neatly in the corner drawer where he kept his product sorted by strain, desk clear except for a half-empty water bottle and his rolling tray flipped upside down like it was just decor. bed made, grey comforter pulled tight, no random clothes thrown around.

he walked in, sweats hanging low on his hips, black essential hoodie. his head tilted a bit, dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. hands stuffed deep in his hoodie pocket, shoulders relaxed.

“you good?” he looked at you, curled in his bed, straw at your lips and phone in your hand. curls spilling against his pillow, legs tucked under the grey comforter.

“every time my brother leaves me here—you always ask me that.” you looked up from your phone, long lashes fluttering as you met his gaze.

he nonchalantly shrugged, a small tsk sound escaped his lips, like he was half amused, half used to it. he leaned against the doorframe, hands still in his pockets.

“yeah—and you never answer it.” his head tilted just a fraction more, eyes steady on you.

you rolled your eyes a little, pulling the straw from your lips with a soft pop, caramel residue still glistening on it. you set the phone down on the grey comforter beside you, finally giving him your full attention.

“maybe i don’t need to?” your voice came out softer than you meant, lashes dipping as you glanced down at the cup in your hand, condensation dripping slow onto the comforter.

he looked at the comforter and sighed softly. “finna go make some runs—you can stay here.”

you leaned up, propping yourself on your elbows. “wait i wanna come.” you jumped out of his bed and slipped your clogs on, your anklet dangled with the little silver charms catching the dim light from the hallway.

you sat the cup on his nightstand, the condensation leaving a faint wet ring on the wood, and met him at the doorway of his bedroom, close enough that you could smell the faint weed and that body spray clinging to his hoodie.

he rolled his eyes slightly, pink lips twisted just a bit, like he was already regretting saying yes.

“okay, just don’t be annoyin’” he walked through the hallway and grabbed his bookbag off the floor by the couch—black, worn straps fraying at the edges—before snatching his keys off the table.

they jingled sharp against his palm as he headed for the front door, not even bothering to look back to see if you were following.

you grabbed your phone quick, tucking it into your sweatpants pocket, and hurried after him, the anklet making soft tinkling sounds with every step.

he made runs for hours, windows cracked just enough to let the cool night air mix with the faint weed smoke that clung to everything. every stop he’d hand you the crumpled bills or the cash app notification, letting you count it quick and fix the stack before sliding it into the side pocket of his bookbag.

or he’d pass you the pre-rolled or the little baggie his client already paid for, trusting you to hand it off smooth without drawing eyes.

you stayed quiet in the passenger seat most of the time, legs crossed, scrolling or just watching the streetlights streak by.

it was damn near dark out now, sky deep purple, streetlights buzzing on one by one, and he still had lots more trips to do. he pulled into a quiet side street to wait on the next text, engine idling low. he looked at you, eyes bored but softer around the edges than usual, lingering a beat longer on the way the white fabric stretched across your chest in the dashboard glow.

“you hungry?” his voice cut through the quiet, thumb tapping lazy on the steering wheel.

you glanced over, anklet shifting as you uncrossed your legs, the little charms catching the glow from the dashboard lights.

“yeah… kinda. been in this car forever.” you stretched your arms up, crop top lifting higher to show more skin, then dropped them back down slow.

“we’ll get something to eat after this order.” he rubbed his lips wit his fingers, eye still forward, other had at the top of the steering wheel.

he finally got the order and cranked the engine, felt like he was driving through town for hours, same streets looping under the tires, headlights washing over empty sidewalks.

when he finally pulled up the client wasn’t even there. porch light off, driveway empty, no sign of anyone.

you sucked your teeth, hungry and annoyed, stomach growling loud enough to cut through the quiet. “what the fuck.” you pouted, arms crossed under your chest so the white crop pulled tighter, thin fabric stretching across your nipples in the dashboard glow.

megumi just watched you. fingers caressing his lips slow, like he was thinking hard or just giving himself something to do. no rush in his face, no frustration—just that steady, quiet stare.

“relax.” he said, voice calm, nothing else behind it. he tilted his head back against the headrest, eyes flicking to the side window, watching—waiting for a car to pull up or headlights to flash down the block.

“i’m so hungry megumii—” you whined a little, didn’t mean to but it came out. the pout deepened, lips full and glossy from the way you’d been biting them all night. you uncrossed your arms to tug at the crop hem, trying to pull it down, but it just rode right back up, exposing more skin.

he kept watching. eyes went down your body—over the crop, the bare skin between it and your sweatpants, the way the waistband sat low—then back to your face. thumb dragged over his lip again.

car idled, engine humming. no client. minutes passed.

he exhaled through his nose. “come here.” quiet, not loud.

you looked at him. “what?”

he didn’t say it again. reached over, fingers around your wrist light, pulled you closer across the console till your side hit his. crop rode up more, edge almost under your tits now. his hoodie sleeve brushed your bare skin, warm.

he looked down at you, close. breath on your face. “you keep whining like that…”

his thumb rubbed once over your wrist. other hand left the wheel, landed on your thigh over the sweatpants. palm flat, heavy, not moving yet.

you felt your heart pick up. street quiet, just the engine.

he leaned in a bit, nose close to your hair. “i’ll get you food after this. be patient.”

hand squeezed your thigh once—firm—then slid up slow, thumb going under the loose waistband of your sweatpants, grazing bare skin right above your hip. stopped there. waited. eyes on yours in the dark.

you swallowed. heat low in your stomach. sweatpants felt too hot suddenly. “megumi…”

he didn’t talk back. fingers slipped under the band more, brushing skin slow, not rushing. breathing even but chest moving faster against you. ears red at the tips.

your heart jumped against your chest, sharp and quick, like it was trying to break free. you wanted this, wanted it for longer than you’d admit—but the want came wrapped with nerves, making your breath catch.

you looked up at him. he stared right back. lips pink, parted just enough, like he was already tasting the air between you. dark blue eyes gone darker, pupils blown wide in the dim dashboard light, swallowing the usual calm until it was just heat and focus locked on your face.

you pushed up to kiss him. he leaned down at the same time, meeting you halfway. your mouths crashed soft at first—then his tongue slipped past your plump lips, slow and sure, tasting the faint caramel still clinging to you from earlier.

patient. always patient. he didn’t rush the kiss, just deepened it steady, tongue sliding against yours in lazy strokes that made your head spin.

his hand in your sweatpants moved gentle, deeper now. fingers eased under the edge of your panties, brushing bare skin, then parting you slow. he found you wet already and let out the softest sound against your mouth.

barely a hum, like he was surprised but not really. middle finger circled your clit once, light pressure, testing. then again. patient circles that made your hips jerk up into his palm without thinking.

he kissed you softer after that, like everything about him gave—gave space, gave time, gave you room to breathe even as he took more. lips moving careful over yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth for a second before letting go. his free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, thumb stroking the soft skin under your ear, keeping you close but not trapping you.

your hand scrunched tighter at his hoodie, fingers bunching the thick black fabric over his chest, gripping like you needed something solid while he unraveled you. he took you passionately but quiet.

he didn’t groan loud or talk dirty, just kissed deeper, tongue curling with yours while his finger slid lower, pressing inside you slow, one knuckle, then two. curled just right, stroking that spot that made your thighs tremble and a small whimper slip out against his lips.

he broke the kiss slow, a thin string of spit breaking between you, shining for a second in the dashboard light before it snapped. his breathing came heavier now, chest rising against yours.

“your brother would kill me.” he looked down into your glossy, begging eyes, pouted lips still wet from him. voice low, rough around the edges, but steady. like he was stating a fact, not trying to talk himself out of it.

“you know that right?”

your eyebrows slouched, annoyed, frustration mixing with the ache between your legs. “i don’t care. i want this—give me this megumi.”

you tried to pull him closer by his neck, fingers digging into the soft skin there, tugging at the hoodie collar. but he didn’t budge, didn’t move much, just stayed where he was, solid and unyielding.

his hand still buried in your sweatpants, fingers deep inside you, but he’d gone still. no more stroking, just holding there, letting you feel the stretch, the heat, the pulse of him against your walls.

you could cry from it—he played with your pussy so gentle, kissed you soft and deep and now he was pulling away, even if it was only an inch.

desperation pushed up your throat. you gripped at his hand, the one still tucked under the loose waistband, fingers wrapping around his wrist like you could force him to keep going if he tried to pull away again.

“please—megumi—please. i want this.”

he paused for a second, everything still except the slow rise and fall of his chest against yours. eyes dropped to your lips first, then lifted to the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, glossy and catching the faint dashboard light. he didn’t blink. just watched them like they meant something heavy.

“if we keep going—” his voice came out low, rougher than before, almost a warning wrapped in quiet certainty, “—i’m not stopping.”

the words hung there, simple and final. no tease, no smirk—just him laying it out plain so you couldn’t pretend later that you didn’t know.

his fingers were still inside you, buried deep, but he’d gone completely still again, waiting.

letting you feel the stretch, the throb, the way your walls clenched around him involuntary every time you shifted.

you nodded fast, tears spilling over now, one sliding slow down your cheek. “i know. i don’t want you to stop.”

something changed in his face. softened just a fraction, the hesitation cracking open. he exhaled slow through his nose, thumb brushing once over your clit again, light enough to make your hips buck.

then he leaned in, kissed the tear track on your cheek gentle, lips lingering there like he was tasting the salt.

“okay,” he murmured against your skin.

then he moved.

fingers started again—slow at first, deliberate pumps, curling deeper each time he pushed back in, stroking that spot that made your thighs shake and your breath hitch. thumb circled your clit steady, pressure building patient but unrelenting.

the wet sounds were louder now in the quiet car, obscene and intimate, mixing with your small gasps and the low hum of the engine.

he kissed you again. deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours slow and thorough while his hand worked you open. free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading into your curls, keeping you close so every whimper went straight into his mouth. he swallowed them quiet, like they were his to keep.

your grip on his wrist loosened as the pleasure coiled tighter, turning into desperate clutching at his hoodie instead—nails digging into the fabric over his chest. sweatpants shoved down further around your thighs now, bunched and forgotten. his hoodie sleeve had ridden up, forearm flexing with every slow thrust of his fingers.

“shit.” he groaned into your mouth, low and rough, the sound vibrating against your lips.

your eyes fluttered open, hazy and heavy-lidded, finding his in the dim glow. “what? what’s wrong?” you asked so softly, innocently, voice barely above a whisper, like you were scared you’d broken something.

he pulled back just enough to look at you—dark blue eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide. his breathing came uneven now, chest heaving under your palms.

“i’m so hard.” the words came out strained, honest, no filter. he grabbed your hand gentle but firm, guided it down between you until your fingers brushed the thick length straining against his sweatpants. even through the soft fabric you could feel how hard he was—hot, heavy, twitching under your touch when you wrapped your hand around him slow.

your eyes softened, something warm and needy blooming in your chest. you squeezed once, light, testing, feeling the way he throbbed against your palm. his hips jerked forward involuntary, a quiet hiss slipping between his teeth.

“fuck…” he breathed, forehead dropping to rest against yours. his fingers inside you had gone still again, just resting there, letting you clench around them while your hand explored him. he didn’t push your hand away—didn’t rush you—just let you feel him, thumb brushing slow over the head through the fabric where a damp spot had started to form.

you bit your lip, eyes flicking down to where your hand moved over him, then back up to his face. his ears were flushed deep red, jaw tight like he was holding himself back by a thread. the hoodie sleeve had ridden up higher on his arm, forearm flexing with every small shift, veins standing out under his skin.

“megumi…” your voice came out small, needy. you stroked him again, firmer this time, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut for a second, lashes dark against his cheeks.

he swallowed hard, throat working. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to.” you cut him off soft, hand slipping under the waistband of his sweatpants now, fingers wrapping around bare skin—hot, velvet-hard, thick enough your fingers didn’t quite meet. he groaned low in his throat when you touched him skin-to-skin, hips rocking up into your grip once before he caught himself.

his free hand came up, cupped your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip again. “you sure?”

you nodded, leaning in to kiss him slow, tongue brushing his while your hand stroked him base to tip, slow and deliberate like he’d done to you. he kissed you back deeper, hungrier now, fingers finally moving again inside you—lazy curls that matched the rhythm of your hand on him.

the car felt smaller, hotter, windows fogged thick enough the outside world was gone. just wet sounds, heavy breathing, the way his thumb pressed your clit in time with your strokes, building you both up slow and steady.

he broke the kiss to murmur against your mouth, voice wrecked and low. “keep goin.”

you kissed his lips one last time—soft, lingering—before your hand slipped lower, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down just enough. his dick sprang free, hard and heavy against his stomach, pink tip already glistening, thick and lengthy enough that your eyes blew wide when you saw it. veins standing out along the shaft, flushed dark at the base. you weren’t even sure if you could fit it all in your mouth, the thought making your stomach flip with nerves and want.

but you tried.

you leaned down slow, breath fanning over him first. lips brushed the tip—warm, soft—and he let out the softest moan, barely there, like it slipped out against his will. the sound sent a fresh pulse of heat between your legs. you sucked the head gentle, tongue swirling once around the slit, tasting the salt and the faint bead of pre-cum. your hand wrapped around the base—fingers not quite meeting—and stroked slow, steady, matching the rhythm of your mouth.

he moved your curls out the way careful, both hands coming up to hold your hair, fingers threading through the strands loose at first, then tighter when your tongue pressed flat along the underside. he couldn’t believe his best friend’s sister was eating his dick—right here in the front seat, sweatpants shoved down, crop top riding up, the faint smell of weed and caramel still hanging in the air. the thought alone almost made him nut in your mouth, hips twitching up once before he caught himself.

“fuck—you suck my dick so good.” his words came out breathy, almost guttural, cracking at the edges like he was already so close. no cocky edge, just raw, wrecked honesty. his thumbs stroked the sides of your face gentle even as his grip in your hair tightened, guiding you down a little more without pushing too hard.

you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper—lips stretching around his thickness, tongue working the vein underneath while your hand pumped what wouldn’t fit. spit slicked him up quick, dripping down to your fingers, making every stroke wet and smooth. his breathing turned ragged, chest heaving under the hoodie, small huffs of air escaping every time you bobbed your head.

“shit… just like that,” he whispered, voice strained. one hand left your hair to brace against the dashboard, knuckles white, like he needed something to hold onto. the other stayed in your curls, petting now—gentle strokes that made your scalp tingle. his hips rocked up shallow, careful not to choke you, but enough that you felt him hit the back of your throat once, twice.

your eyes watered a little from the stretch, but you didn’t stop—sucked harder on the upstroke, swirled your tongue around the head every time you pulled back. the wet sounds filled the car, mixing with his soft groans and the low idle of the engine. windows fogged thicker, streetlights barely cutting through.

he looked down at you—eyes dark, half-lidded, lips parted. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep—fuck—”

his thighs tensed under you, abs flexing hard under the hoodie. he tugged your hair once, light, like a warning.

you moaned around him. vibration humming down his length, and took him deeper one last time, nose brushing his pelvis, throat working to swallow around him. that did it.

he came with a choked groan, low and broken, hips jerking up as he spilled hot and thick down your throat. you swallowed what you could, the rest dripping from the corners of your mouth when you pulled back slow, gasping for air. his dick twitched against your tongue one last time, spent but still hard.

he panted heavy, head dropped back against the seat, eyes closed for a second. then he opened them, looked at you. lips swollen, chin messy, curls wild from his hands. something soft flickered in his expression.

“cmere,” he murmured, voice hoarse and low, still rough from everything.

he pulled you up gentle, one hand steady on your waist while the other wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb—catching the last of his nut. then he kissed you deep-slow, tongue sliding in without hesitation, tasting himself on you like it was nothing. hand cupped your jaw firm but soft, thumb stroking the line of your cheek, keeping you close.

you broke the kiss first, breathing uneven, eyes bright and eager. pupils blown wide, lips parted and shiny. you looked at him like you were still starving, like nothing would be enough until you had all of him.

you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sweatpants and shoved them all the way off—gray fabric sliding down your legs, kicking them to the floor mat with your clogs. panties went next, tugged down quick and tossed aside. bare now from the waist down except the crop top still bunched high under your tits, thighs slick and trembling in the dashboard glow.

megumi watched every second of it, dark blue eyes tracking the way the material pooled around your ankles then disappeared. a soft smile tugged at his lips. quiet, almost fond, like he couldn’t believe you were this bold.

“what?” you asked, a slight attitude in your voice, head tilting as you caught him staring.

he rubbed his lips with his thumb once, slow, like he was buying time. “nothing—tryna figure out how we’re gonna fuck in my car.” slight sarcasm laced the words, but his eyes stayed soft, hungry.

you rolled your eyes, small huff leaving you. “push your seat back so i can ride you duh?”

he huffed a quiet laugh—barely there, more breath than sound. didn’t argue. just reached down with one hand, found the lever under the seat, and shoved it all the way back. the seat reclined with a soft click, giving you more room, his legs spreading a little wider under you.

his dick still hard, flushed pink at the tip bobbed against his stomach when he settled, hoodie riding up higher to show the cut of his abs.

you didn’t wait. shifted forward, knees bracing on either side of his hips now that nothing was in the way. bare skin against bare skin, heat meeting heat. reached down between you, wrapped your fingers around him.

hot, thick and twitching in your grip. lined him up slow, rubbing the head through your wet folds twice, teasing yourself until you both moaned.

his hands came to your hips. palms warm, fingers digging in just enough to steady you. no rush, no push. just holding, waiting for you to take what you wanted.

you sank down slow. inch by inch, feeling the stretch, the burn, the way he filled you up deep and thick. your breath hitched up, thighs trembling as you bottomed out, he groaned low in his throat, head tipping back against the headrest for a second, eyes squeezing shut.

“fuck…” he breathed, voice wrecked and rough. hands flexed on your hips, thumbs stroking slow over the soft curve there. “kiss me.”

the words came out more stern than usual, low and commanding in that quiet way he had. you rushed forward, crashing your lips to his, desperate and messy. your pussy clenched down hard around him the second your mouths met—fluttering tight against his fat dick, walls pulsing like they were trying to pull him deeper. a small whimper slipped into his mouth, muffled by his tongue sliding in slow to meet yours.

his hands slid down, gripped your ass firm—fingers digging into the soft flesh—and he lifted you up easy, just enough to slide almost all the way out before he fucked back into you slow. deep, controlled thrusts that made your toes curl against the seat. every time he bottomed out again you moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating between you.

your hands gripped his face first—palms cupping his jaw, thumbs brushing the sharp line there—then slid up into his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. you tilted his head to the side, pressing it back against the cool window glass so you could kiss him deeper, tongue curling with his while he kept that slow rhythm—lifting you, dropping you, grinding up every time your hips met.

“fuuck—feel so good—” he groaned in pieces, words breaking against your lips between kisses. voice low and wrecked, cracking at the edges. his breathing turned heavier, chest heaving under the hoodie, abs flexing hard every time he thrust up.

one hand stayed locked on your ass, guiding the pace, while the other slid up your back under the crop top, palm flat and warm against bare skin, holding you close so your tits pressed tight to his chest.

you rocked down harder to meet him, hips rolling in small circles when he was buried deep, clit grinding against his pelvis. pleasure sparked sharp every time, making your thighs shake around him.

you pulled his hair a little harder. tilting his head more, kissing along his jaw, down to the soft spot under his ear, sucking light until he hissed and his hips snapped up sharper once.

“megumi…” your voice came out small, needy, muffled against his neck. you wanted to speed up—your body was screaming for it, hips twitching like they had a mind of their own—but megumi only held you down firmer, palms locked on your ass, keeping you seated deep. he gave you little circle thrusts instead—slow, deliberate grinds that dragged the head of his dick right over your g-spot, teasing it relentless. your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, a shaky whimper slipping out before you could stop it.

until his phone rang—sharp, cutting through everything.

“shit.” he cursed under his breath, low and annoyed. he glanced at the screen. your brother. of course.

he answered the facetime without thinking twice, thumb swiping quick, then propped the phone up on the arm rest so the camera caught mostly his face and the dark interior of the car. you gripped his shoulders harder. nails digging through the hoodie. heart slamming in your chest, panic mixing with the pleasure still pulsing low in your stomach.

megumi didn’t stop moving. still fucked you slow, hips rolling in tiny, shallow circles that kept the wet sounds faint but constant. your soft moans leaked out anyway. quiet, breathy, impossible to hide completely.

“yo? where y’all at?” your brother asked, voice tinny through the speaker. he was back in megumi’s room. gray comforter still bunched on the bed.

megumi’s jaw clenched. he tried to keep his voice steady. “shit—nothing—makin’ runs.” but the words cracked at the end, a groan slipping in when your pussy clenched tight around him again. fluttering hard from the slow drag over your spot. he bit the inside of his cheek, eyes flicking down to you for a split second.

dark and warning.

you couldn’t help it. the fear made everything sharper. you ground down against his deep, slow strokes—hips circling needy—and that drove him crazy. his grip on your ass tightened, fingers digging in.

“fuuck—” he moaned, low and broken, trying to swallow it but failing.

your brother’s face balled up on the screen—brows furrowing, suspicious. “oh word—where my sister?”

megumi’s breathing hitched. he forced his voice even, but it came out rougher than he wanted. “she’s… right here.” he shifted the phone just a fraction—enough that the camera caught the top of your head.

your curls spilling over his shoulder, but not low enough to show anything else. your face stayed buried in his neck, lips pressed to skin to muffle the next whimper when he gave another slow, deep grind.

you felt him throb inside you—harder now, like the risk was turning him on even more. your thighs trembled around his hips, slick dripping down where you were joined.

your brother paused on the screen. “she good? put her on.”

megumi’s hand slid up your back under the crop top calm, steady thumb stroking your spine like he was telling you to breathe. he didn’t stop moving, just kept those shallow, teasing rolls that kept you fluttering around him.

“h-hello?” you managed, voice shaky, waiting for your brother to respond. megumi picked up his pace right then—going a little faster, a little harder. hips snapping up just enough to make your breath hitch loud.

“you good? mom called you?” your brother asked, squinting at the screen. he could only see the top of your head, curls spilling over megumi’s shoulder, the car ceiling behind you. “put yo’ face in the screen.” he demanded, voice sharper.

you moaned softly. couldn’t hold it back. trying to hide it in your throat but megumi’s dick hit that spot again, heat racing up your back, making your toes curl against the seat. “i’m—no she didn’t call me.”

your brother leaned up closer to the phone hearing th faint noises. his face twisted mad. “what the fuck—megumi i know damn well you ain’t fuckin’ my little sister.”

megumi laughed—low, breathy, almost surprised at himself. the sound vibrated through his chest into yours. he didn’t stop thrusting, just slowed it back to those deep, lazy circles that made your eyes roll again.

“relax,” he said, voice rough but steady, like he wasn’t buried balls-deep in you right now. “she’s fine. we just… talkin’.”

your brother’s face got darker on the screen. “talkin’? nigga i hear her breathin’ like that. move the phone—let me see her face.”

megumi glanced down at you. eyes dark, lips parted, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth now. he shifted the phone higher with his free hand, angling it so the camera caught more of your face.

lips swollen, eyes glassy and half-lidded. you bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but another slow grind from him pulled a small, broken whimper out anyway.

your brother sucked his teeth loud. “yo—y’all really out here? in the fuckin’ car? megumi i swear—”

megumi cut him off calm, still moving inside you slow and deep, making your thighs shake harder. “she’s safe. we’re good. i got her.”

you gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging in, trying to stay still but your hips rolled down on instinct—chasing the friction. megumi’s breath hitched quiet, hand flexing on your ass to hold you down.

your brother rubbed his face, frustrated. “man…take her ass home. now. megumi—if you hurt her—”

“i won’t.” megumi’s voice dropped lower, serious for the first time. “promise.”

your brother stared for a long second, face twisted up on the screen, then sighed heavy like the weight of it all hit him at once. “hell no— bring her back now. stop this shit.”

megumi didn’t flinch. didn’t even pause the slow grind of his hips. still deep inside you, still making your thighs shake every time he circled just right. his thumb kept stroking lazy up your spine under the crop top, calm as ever, like your brother wasn’t yelling at the phone.

“we’re good,” megumi said low, voice steady even though you felt him throb harder when your pussy clenched again from the tension. “she’s safe. i’ll bring her home when she’s ready.”

your brother sucked his teeth louder, leaning closer to the camera. “nigga you got my sister in the car—fucking her? my little sister.”

you reached for megumi’s phone quick—fingers fumbling—and hung it up. the little hang-up noise cut through sharp, screen going black. the second it did, you let go—moaning loud against his neck, no more holding back.

you slapped your ass down hard to meet his dick, the wet smack echoing in the car. “oh my god.” your eyes rolled back to the stars, lashes fluttering, whole body lighting up from the inside.

megumi watched you—bottom lip caught between his teeth, dark blue eyes locked on every twitch of your face, every bounce of your curls with each thrust. he didn’t say much, just let his hands grip your hips tighter, guiding you down harder while he rolled up slow to meet you halfway.

your curls bounced wild—sweat-damp strands sticking to your neck, your shoulders—as you rode him faster now, no restraint. the car rocked with it, seats creaking faint under the rhythm.

“oh my god you feel so go—” you winced, gripping his shoulders hard, nails digging through the hoodie fabric. thighs shaking, pussy fluttering tight around his thick length every time you bottomed out.

“how—how good?” he asked, voice rough, breathy, picking up his pace to match yours—deeper, harder, hips snapping up sharp. your legs shook worse, knees buckling against the seat.

you could barely respond—words dissolving into an inaudible moan, high and broken, spilling out against his collarbone. your head tipped back, mouth open, curls falling wild down your back. every thrust punched the air out of you, pleasure spiking sharp and hot up your spine.

megumi’s hand slid up—cupped the back of your neck gentle but firm—pulling you down so your forehead rested against his. “tell me,” he murmured, lips brushing yours between thrusts. “how good—say it.”

“so—so—ugh-so good,” you gasped out finally, voice cracking. “megumi—right there—don’t stop!”

he groaned low—hips stuttering once when you clenched hard around him. “yeah?” his thumb brushed your cheek quick, wiping a stray tear from the intensity.

“gonna cum on my dick? right here?”

“mhmm.” you sucked at your bottom lip.

“gonna let me nut in you.” he fucked into you harder now, hands locking on your hips, holding you down so every thrust bottomed out deep, the head of his dick kissing that spot over and over.

“yes—yes please.” the words tumbled out.brain foggy and breathless, knowing damn well you weren’t on any birth control. the thought barely registered.

just heat and want and the way he filled you up so completely you couldn’t think straight. you didn’t think he’d actually do it

he watched you close. dark blue eyes locked on every flicker of your face, one hand sliding up into your curls, fingers threading gentle but firm to tilt your head back so he could see you better.

the other stayed clamped on your hip, guiding the rhythm, keeping you flush when you tried to lift too high.

“tell me how much you want this nut.” voice low, rough, almost a growl. he didn’t speed up. just kept that deep, steady grind, dragging every inch in and out slow enough to make your thighs shake harder.

your eyes fluttered closed, lips parted on a shaky breath. “r-really bad. nut in my pussy please—please megumi.”

something shifted in his expression.

softened for a split second, then darkened again, pupils blown wide. he leaned in, nose brushing yours, lips ghosting over your mouth without kissing you.

“yeah? you want it that bad?” he murmured, hips rolling slow circles now, grinding deep so you felt every thick inch pressing against your walls.

you nodded fast, frantic. nails digging into his shoulders through the hoodie. “yes—please—i want it—want you to nut in me—daddy!”

he groaned quiet—almost pained—then kissed you hard, tongue sliding in deep while his thrusts turned sharper, faster. the car rocked with it, wet sounds louder, your moans spilling into his mouth. his hand in your curls tightened just a little, holding you there so he could swallow every sound.

pussy fluttering wild around him. and that was it. his hips snapped forward one last time, burying deep, holding you flush as he came. hot, thick pulses spilling inside you, filling you up until you felt it leak out around his dick..

he groaned low into your neck, arms wrapping tight around your waist, keeping you seated while he throbbed through every spurt.

you shook hard. another wave crashing over you from the feeling alone, thighs clamping, back arching, a broken cry muffled against his shoulder as your pussy milked him dry.

then it hit you.

“megumii—” you whined, voice small and shaky, lifting up slow off his lap. his dick slipped out with a wet sound, falling heavy against the black hoodie, still twitching a little. you looked down between your legs—bare thighs spread over his, and saw his nut already dripping out, thick white cream sliding slow down your inner thigh, pooling on the seat beneath you.

“what?” he said calmly, with a bit of question in his voice, like he genuinely didn’t see the problem yet. he leaned back against the seat, breathing still heavy, one hand resting loose on your hip while the other rubbed slow at the back of his neck.

“megumi—did you really just nut in me?” your fingers dipped between your folds quick. feeling the warmth, the slick mix of both of you.

then pulled back, white cream coating your fingertips. you held them up like evidence, eyes wide, heart suddenly slamming harder than it had during the whole thing.

he glanced down at your hand, then back to your face. rubbed his neck a little harder, ears flushing red again in the dashboard glow. “you told me to?”

you blinked. “i—yeah but—” your voice cracked, half-laugh half-panic. “i didn’t think you’d actually do it. like… for real.”

he exhaled slow through his nose, eyes flicking to where his cum was still leaking out of you, then back up. no smirk, no joke—just that quiet, steady stare he always had.

“you said please. a lot.” he shrugged one shoulder, voice low. “thought you meant it.”

you stared at him, mouth open a little. the car felt smaller suddenly, air thicker. your thighs still trembled from the aftershocks, pussy dripping slower now, staining the edge of his hoodie where it bunched up.

“megumi…” you whispered, fingers still sticky. “i’m not on anything.”

he paused. really paused. the calm cracked just a fraction—jaw tightening, eyes searching your face like he was replaying every word you’d said in the last ten minutes.

“shit,” he muttered under his breath, hand dropping from his neck to your thigh. thumb stroked once over the soft skin there, gentle, almost apologetic. “you serious?”

you nodded fast, curls bouncing. “deadass. no pill, no shot, nothing.”

he rubbed his face with one hand. slow, like he was processing, then looked back at you. no panic in his voice, just quiet.

“okay.”

“okay?” you echoed, voice pitching up.

“yeah.” he sat up a little straighter, hands sliding to your waist to steady you. “we’ll figure it out. pharmacy’s open late. we can get plan b right now if you want. or tomorrow. whatever you need.”

“aw megumi.” you wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug, face burying into the crook of his shoulder. his hoodie smelled like him. faint weed,body spray, and now sex. you squeezed harder, curls tickling his jaw.

his face went back to that boring look. blank, almost indifferent, dark blue eyes half-lidded like he was already thinking three steps ahead. but you felt it.

the way his arms came around you slow, careful, one hand settling at the small of your back, the other cradling the back of your head like he didn’t want you to pull away. he didn’t say anything. didn’t need to. he loved every second of this with you.

you stayed like that for a beat—engine humming low, windows fogged, night pressing in—until the thought hit you harder.

“wait—what if it doesn’t work?” you pushed back just enough to look at his face, hands still looped around his neck. your brows furrowed, eyes searching his.

he sighed. like you’d asked a dumb question, but soft, no edge to it. jus patient. he rubbed slow circles on your lower back under the crop top, eyes flicking down to where his cum was still leaking slow between your thighs, then back up to meet your gaze.

“then we figure that out too,” he said quiet, voice low and even. “together.”

you blinked fast, throat tight. “you’d… really?”

he nodded once—simple, no hesitation. “yeah. whatever happens. happens— i’m not leavin’ you.” his thumb brushed your cheek again, wiping away nothing this time, just touching.

a small laugh slipped out of you—shaky, relieved. you leaned your forehead against his, curls falling forward to curtain both your faces.

“you’re gonna be a dad at like… twenty-something?” you whispered, half-joking, half-serious.

he huffed soft—almost a laugh—nose brushing yours, breath warm against your lips. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark blue steady in the dim dashboard light.

“i’m starting to think you want this.” he looked up at you, hands still on your hips, thumbs stroking slow.

you blinked, caught off guard. heat rushed back to your cheeks—different from the sex heat, more nervous, more real. you bit your bottom lip, curls falling forward to curtain half your face.

“maybe i do,” you admitted small, voice cracking a little. “a little. like… not right now, not like this, but—” you shrugged one shoulder, eyes dropping to where his hoodie was still bunched up, stained and messy from both of you. “the idea doesn’t scare me as much as it should. with you.”

he didn’t say anything right away. just watched you, expression blank like always, but his grip on your hips tightened—just a fraction, enough to feel protective. his thumbs kept moving, slow circles that felt like he was thinking hard.

“yeah?” he finally murmured, voice low. “you’d really want that? me as the dad?”

you nodded slow, fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie. “you’re… calm. steady. you don’t freak out. even when my brother was on the phone yelling, you didn’t lose it. you just… handled it.” you looked up at him again, lashes fluttering. “i’d want someone like that. someone who’d stay.”

he exhaled slow through his nose, eyes searching yours for a long beat. then he leaned in, forehead resting against yours again, curls mixing with his dark hair.

“i’d stay,” he said simple, quiet, like it was fact. “no question.”

your heart squeezed—hard. you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him closer until your chests pressed together, heartbeat thumping against his.

“but we’re still getting the plan b,” you whispered against his ear, half-laughing. “i’m not tryna have a baby in the back of your car tonight.”

he huffed again. closer to a real laugh this time—arms sliding around your waist to hold you flush. “okay.” he kissed the side of your head softly. then pulled back just enough to look at you.

“okay let’s go to the pharmacy and then get you some food.”

his lashes fluttered as he looked up at you. your arms still around him, “okay.” you didn’t want to move—didn’t want the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest under your palms, to end. you wanted to stay like this forever, skin to skin, messy and close. “i wanna stay like this for a minute.”

his lashes fluttered as he looked up at you—slow blink, almost surprised, but no protest. your arms stayed looped around his neck, fingers playing absent with the soft hair at his nape. “okay.”

and you did.

you let your head drop to his shoulder, cheek pressed to the worn black hoodie that smelled like him. weed, body spray, sex, and now you. your breathing slowed, matching his. the car was quiet except for the faint tick of the cooling engine and the occasional distant car passing on the main road.

his nut still leaked slow from you, warm and sticky between your thighs, dripping onto his sweatpants where they bunched at his hips, but you didn’t care. didn’t move to fix it.

you knew he’d handle it. knew he’d take care of the mess, the plan b, whatever came next, without making you feel small about it.

he eased back against the seat careful, reclining it a little more so you could settle comfortably. one arm stayed wrapped around your lower back, hand splayed wide to keep you secure.

the other reached over, cracked the driver’s side window just an inch. cool night air slipping in, carrying the faint smell of pine and distant rain.

then he cut the engine completely. silence wrapped around you both, broken only by his soft, even breathing and the occasional rustle of your curls against his neck when you shifted in your sleep.

he didn’t sleep right away. just sat there. still inside the moment with you draped over him like you belonged there. his free hand came up slow, fingers threading gentle through your curls, stroking from root to tip in lazy, soothing motions.

he watched the way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the soft part of your lips, the way your body finally relaxed completely against his after everything.

minutes stretched. maybe ten, maybe twenty. he didn’t check the time. just let you rest, thumb brushing slow circles on your bare back under the crop top when you sighed in your sleep. his own breathing stayed steady, calm, even though his heart was still thumping harder than usual under your palm.

you stirred a little, moving closer without waking fully. he huffed soft again, almost a laugh.

he kissed the top of your head one more time, then let his own eyes close for a bit. not sleeping, just resting.

the pharmacy could wait another few minutes. the wings could wait. your brother’s texts, probably blowing up his phone by now could wait.

right now it was just this.

you asleep on his chest, safe in his arms, his cum still warm inside you, the night quiet around the car.

he’d wake you soon. get the plan b. get food. take you home. or back to his place if you asked.

the chat blew up. ᯓ★

messages flying so fast you had to squint at the screen, eyes darting left to right trying to catch even half of them before they scrolled away.

“hi peaches!” you smiled big at the camera, one hand instinctively coming up to cover your chest a little, tugging your low-cut tank up just a bit like you always did when the ring light made everything feel extra exposed. “today we’re doing the heart rate challenge with mr bear.”

eren walked into the bedroom right on cue, that cute plush bear mask already on—big round ears flopping slightly, black button eyes staring blankly ahead. his fitted black shirt clung tight to his torso, the soft, deep outline of his abs visible every time he breathed or shifted, fabric stretching just enough to show the hard lines underneath.

gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, waistband of his black calvin klein boxers peeking out teasingly, and the long, soft outline of him pressed clearly against the thin material—thick, heavy, shifting with each step he took toward you.

the chat lost their minds instantly.

@ilovecrime: MR BEAR OMFGGG

@benthat: guysss have sum decorum

@hannaxove: whew my heart rate is at 280

you laughed, cheeks heating up as you glanced at eren standing there, one hand casually scratching the back of his neck under the mask straps, the other holding the heart rate monitor strap like he was already bored with the whole thing.

“see?” you said to the camera, gesturing at him with both hands. “this is why i said keep the mask on. y’all can’t handle all this.”

eren tilted his head slowly—then walked closer without a word, dropping into the chair beside yours. he leaned back, legs spreading wide, arms crossing over his chest so the shirt pulled even tighter across his pecs and abs. the mask made him look ridiculous and hot at the same time, fluffy bear ears flopping every time he moved.

you reached over and adjusted the mic in front of him, your fingers brushing his arm—warm skin, hard muscle, the faint flex under your touch making your pulse jump just a little. “okay peaches, i bought some sexy costumes and lingerie, and we’re gonna see if my boyfriend really likes me.”

you leaned into the camera with a wicked little grin. “okay guys watch mr. bear while i go change!”

you leaned up from your squat, the movement slow and deliberate, your shorts riding up high on your thighs as your curves swayed with each step toward the closet. the fabric hugged your ass perfectly, the hem barely covering anything, and you felt eren’s eyes on you the whole way—even through the mask.

eren just looked at the camera, head tilted slightly, voice low and muffled but still that deep, lazy tone that always made chat go feral.

“she’s gonna be gone for a while.”

the chat typed crazy. eren could only laugh. though he acted like it was so boring.

@chyboylove: GONE FOR A WHILE??? SIR WHAT

@sesomesseed: the way he said that… i’m pregnant

@atqueu: mr bear chilling like he knows what’s coming

@lyzzabeth: those sweatpants doing god’s work rn

@wyvvsa man: heart rate spiking and she ain’t even back yet 😭

you swayed out the closet, in the pink lingerie—thin satin straps digging into your shoulders, the cups barely holding you in, lace edges fluttering against your skin with every step. your curls were pinned up high in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing your face and neck, glossy lips catching the ring light as you smiled.

your hands came up to cup your tits, pushing them together just enough to tease the camera, thumbs brushing the hard peaks through the fabric.

“guysss—do we like?”

the chat exploded—messages stacking so fast the screen looked like static, hearts, fires, all caps, crying emojis, begging for more.

eren’s heart monitor started beeping nonstop—fast, erratic, climbing higher with every second he stared at you. “wait—” he jumped to stand over you, body blocking the camera angle, shoulders squared like he was trying to hide you from view. his hands came up quick, one on your waist, the other hovering near your chest like he wanted to cover you but didn’t quite dare touch yet.

you laughed bright and breathy. hands still on your tits, looking up at him through your lashes. “i guess it’s too much—”

eren’s voice came out low, rough, muffled through the bear mask but thick with something darker.

“way too much.”

the chat kept going insane.

“hurry and change.” he added, voice low and clipped, like he was trying to keep it together but failing.

you pouted, lips pushing out in that way you knew always got to him. “okay.”

you walked to the closet and he followed—close. too close. his body shadowing yours, chest almost brushing your back, not giving you much room at all until you disappeared from the camera’s view around the corner. the chat didn’t miss it.

@hahhna56: HE FOLLOWED HER???

@jullieeec: protctive mode on 🐻🐻

@iseryuu: he looked MAD mad 🤣

@vixkeyc: mr bear not playinnnng

then he went back to sit down, legs spread wide, hands crossed lazy over his chest. he didn’t say anything to the chat. didn’t even glance at the screen. he was more upset that they even got to see you like that, half-exposed, teasing, his.

his jaw ticked under the mask, shoulders tense, eyes low and dark behind the holes, staring at the doorway where you’d disappeared like he was counting the seconds.

the chat kept going, spamming question marks, hearts, “mr bear mad??” “hes jealous fr” but he ignored it all. just sat there, silent, waiting.

after a few more minutes you came back out, with a bunny costume. soft white bodysuit hugging every curve, high-cut legs showing off your thighs, fluffy little tail at the back bouncing with each step. your curls were down now, falling wild and full around your shoulders, the bunny ears sat cute right on top pink satin lining the insides, flopping just a little when you tilted your head.

eren leaned up in his chair, slow and deliberate. his heart monitor beeped—once, twice, then fast and steady, climbing like it had a mind of its own.

“cute.”

his voice came out rougher than usual, muffled by the mask but thick with something darker. he didn’t move at first. just watched you, eyes dragging down the bodysuit, lingering on the way it stretched over your tits, the way the tail swayed when you shifted your hips.

@staceue: BUNNY PEACH??? Im inlve

@lovemewhre: omg..

@bleen: urr so pretty

@podwife: mr bear cant take nomo

you laughed softly, walking closer to the camera, turning a little so they could see the tail. “what do we think, peaches? bunny enough for y’all?”

eren didn’t wait for the chat to answer. he reached over and hit pause—red light off—without a word.

the room went quiet except for the faint beep of his monitor still climbing.

he stood up slow, stepping right up to you, towering, bear ears flopping forward as he looked down. the mask made his face unreadable except for those dark eyes behind the holes—locked on you, intense, almost too still.

“why you playin’?” he asked, voice low and rough, muffled through the plush but heavy enough to make your stomach flip.

you pouted, looking up at him, hands still resting light on your hips, bunny ears tilting with the motion. “what are you talking about—and why would you end it… it was getting good.”

eren didn’t answer right away. he stepped even closer, chest brushing yours, one hand coming up to grip your chin gently but firm—tilting your head higher so you had to meet his gaze through the mask.

“y’ know what i’m talking about,” he said, thumb brushing slow over your bottom lip, pressing just enough to part it slightly. “comin’ out here half naked, for a fuck ass podcast?”

his voice was low, rough around the edges, muffled by the bear mask but thick with that mix of frustration and want he only let slip when it was just you two. the plush ears flopped forward as he leaned in closer, towering over you, chest almost brushing yours. his other hand stayed firm on your hip, fingers digging in through the thin satin of the bodysuit, holding you right where he wanted you.

you blinked up at him, lips still tingling from his thumb, pout deepening even though heat was already pooling low in your belly. “it’s the heart rate challenge,” you whispered, voice soft and innocent like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. “we gotta give the peaches what they want.”

eren’s eyes narrowed behind the mask holes—dark, burning. “they want you like this?” his thumb slid along your lip again, slower this time, then down your chin, tracing the line of your throat until his whole hand wrapped loosely around it—squeezing, holding. “in this little pink thing, tits spilling out, ass bouncing for the camera?”

you swallowed under his palm, thighs pressing together instinctively. “maybe.”

he let out a low huff—half laugh, his grip tightening just a fraction on your neck. “dont piss me off—peach”

his hand on your hip slid lower, cupping your ass through the bodysuit, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. the fluffy tail got squished against his palm as he pulled you flush to him, letting you feel exactly how hard he was—thick, throbbing against your stomach through the sweatpants.

“you think i’m gonna sit here and watch you tease me for strangers?” he murmured, thumb stroking the side of your throat now, slow and deliberate. “while you play dumb?”

your breath hitched, nipples hard against the satin, aching from the way the fabric rubbed every time you moved. “it’s just content—”

“fuck content,” he cut in, voice dropping even lower, rougher. he leaned down until the bear nose almost touched yours, eyes locked on yours through the mask.

he pulled the mask off in one rough tug, tossing it to the floor where it landed with a soft thud among scattered notes and cables. his hair was messy—manbun half-undone, dark strands falling loose around his face, sweat already beading at his temples from holding back all episode. his jaw was tight, lips parted slightly, breathing heavy like he’d been fighting himself the whole time you were on camera.

he didn’t give you time to react.

his hands were on your hips in the next breath, yanking you flush against him so hard your chest bumped his. you felt every inch of him—thick, hard, straining against the sweatpants, pressing right into your stomach through the thin pink satin.

“you think you can come out here like this?” he rasped, one hand sliding up to grip your jaw, thumb digging into your cheek just enough to tilt your face higher. “teasing me. teasing them?”

his voice was low, wrecked, barely controlled—every word rough like gravel dragged over silk. he eased you to the floor slow, deliberate, guiding you down until your knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud.

his hand stayed firm on your jaw, holding you right there, looking up at him. his thick hard bulge hung heavy over your head through the gray sweatpants, the outline clear and straining, tip already damp enough to darken a small spot at the front.

your lashes fluttered, eyes wide and glassy as you stared up at him—breath coming quick and shallow, chest rising fast under the thin pink satin. the bunny ears tilted slightly with the movement, curls spilling loose.

“you wanna play so bad,” he looked down, hair falling forward over his forehead in dark messy strands, manbun barely holding on. his eyes were dark, pupils blown, locked on yours like nothing else existed. “play with my dick.”

you swallowed hard, throat working under his palm. your hands came up slow and shaky but eager.

your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats. you tugged them down just enough, his cock springing free. thick, flushed, veined, the head glistening with precum that beaded at the slit and dripped slow down the base.

he groaned low when the cool air hit him, hips twitching forward instinctively. “that’s it,” he breathed, thumb stroking your bottom lip again, parting it. “open for me.”

you did. lips parting soft and wet, tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead at his tip. he hissed through his teeth, hand on your jaw tightening just a fraction. not forcing, just guiding.

you took him in slow, lips stretching around the thick head, tongue swirling under the ridge before sliding down further. he was heavy on your tongue, hot, filling your mouth until your cheeks hollowed.

you moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward, pushing a little deeper.

“fuck—good girl,” he rasped, free hand sliding into your curls, fingers tangling gently but firm, holding you steady. “just like that… take me.”

you bobbed slow at first, lips gliding up and down, tongue pressing flat along the underside, tasting every inch.

your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the muscle as you worked him deeper, throat relaxing to take more. spit slicked your lips, dripping down his dick, pooling at the base where his sweats were still bunched.

his breathing turned ragged. chest heaving, abs flexing under the tight shirt every time you swallowed around him. “look at me,” he groaned, tugging your curls lightly to tilt your head back so he could see your face. eyes watery, lashes clumped, lips stretched wide around him.

you looked up. eyes locked on his through the haze, and he cursed low, hips stuttering forward once.

“fuck—look at you.” he groaned, voice wrecked and raw. he gripped your face with both hands now, fingers digging into your cheeks just enough to hold you steady, thumbs pressing at the corners of your mouth to keep your lips open wide.

then he face fucked you. slow at first, deliberate, letting you feel the thick drag of him over your tongue, then harder, deeper, hips snapping forward until the head bumped the back of your throat.

you placed your hands on his thighs, trying to make room, space. palms flat against the hard muscle, pushing weakly because it was too much, too full, spit already dripping down your chin and pooling at the corners of your lips.

but he just went harder. groaning deep every time your throat fluttered around him, every time your nails dug into his skin like you were begging him to stop and keep going at the same time.

“take it,” he rasped, voice trembling with restraint he was quickly losing. “take all of it—fuck—good girl, just like that.”

tears pricked at your lash line from the stretch, the burn, the way he filled your mouth so completely you could barely breathe between thrusts. your tongue pressed flat along the underside instinctively, swirling when he pulled back, sucking hard when he pushed in.

spit bubbled at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin, onto your chest, soaking the pink satin until it clung wet and transparent to your tits.

his abs flexed hard with every roll of his hips, the blackwork sleeve shifting over muscle as his grip on your face tightened. he watched you the whole time—eyes dark, blown, taking in every tear that slipped free, every flutter of your lashes, every muffled whimper that vibrated around his cock.

“your so fucking pretty,” he breathed, voice cracking on the last word. “crying, and choking on my dick— ‘cause you wanted to play.”

he thrust deeper twice. holding himself there until your throat spasmed around him, until your nails bit harder into his thighs. then he pulled back slow, letting you gasp for air, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening tip.

you coughed once soft, wet. then looked up at him again, eyes glassy, lips puffy and red.

he groaned at the sight, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek before smearing it across your bottom lip.

“open,” he ordered, voice rough.

you did.

mouth falling open obediently, tongue out flat.

he stroked himself once. twice, fast and slick with your spit—then pushed back in, slower this time, letting you take him all the way until your nose brushed the soft skin of his lower stomach.

“hold it,” he rasped. “hold me deep.”

you did—throat working around him, eyes watering, hands gripping his thighs for balance. he stayed buried, hips still, just feeling you flutter and choke around him while he stared down at you like you were everything.

“good girl,” he whispered, voice trembling now. “my good fucking slut.”

he pulled out slow. inch by inch, until just the head rested on your tongue. then he came—hard, thick spurts hitting the back of your throat, filling your mouth until it overflowed, dripping down your chin and onto your tits.

you swallowed what you could, moaning soft at the taste, the feel of him pulsing on your tongue. when he finally finished, he stroked the head against your lips, smearing the last drops across them like gloss.

he picked you up easy, hands under your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing and sitting you on the edge of the bed. his eyes laid low on you. dark, heavy-lidded, still blown from coming, taking in every moment.

your lips glistening with his nut, chin wet, chest heaving under the pink satin, nipples hard and poking through the thin fabric, thighs pressed together like you were trying to hide how soaked you were.

cum dripped slow from the corner of your mouth, a thick bead sliding down your chin before you licked it away instinctively.

eren groaned low in his throat at the sight, hand wrapping around his dick again. still half-hard, slick with spit and his own cum. stroking himself slow, base to tip, like he was already thinking about going again.

“take that shit off,” he said, voice rough and low, barely above a whisper but heavy with command. his thumb swiped over the head of his dick, spreading the leftover cum, eyes never leaving your face. “all of it. now.”

you bit your lip. still tasting him. salty and thick. you reached up slow, fingers hooking the thin straps of the bodysuit. you peeled them down your shoulders, letting the satin slide off your tits first, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air, breasts spilling free as the fabric bunched at your waist.

eren’s eyes darkened, breath catching rough in his throat. he didn’t wait for you to finish shimmying it off completely. he leaned down fast, hands gripping the satin at your hips, and ripped the rest of it away in one sharp pull. the fabric tore with a loud, satisfying snap, pieces fluttering to the floor around your feet like confetti he couldn’t care less about.

“don’t piss me off even more peach.” his voice came out low but stern, edged with that tight control he was barely holding onto. his jaw clenched, hair falling forward over his forehead, eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing in the room.

you shivered, thighs pressing together instinctively, the torn lingerie scraps still clinging to your ankles. your breath came quicker now, chest rising and falling, nipples tight and aching from the sudden exposure and his stare.

“now lay down and hold your legs back.”

you didn’t hesitate. you scooted back on the bed until your shoulders hit the sheets, then lifted your legs slow. knees bending toward your chest, thighs spreading wide, ankles hooking behind your head like he asked.

the position folded you open completely pussy exposed, slick folds glistening under the low lamp light, clit swollen and peeking out, entrance fluttering slightly from how turned on you already were.

eren sucked at his lip hard, eyes dropping straight to where you were laid bare for him. his dick hardened instantly, thickening and lifting against his thigh, the head already flushed dark and leaking a thin bead of pre-cum that glistened at the slit.

he didn’t give you time to breathe. he pushed his tip in. fat head parting your slick entrance in one slow, firm nudge and rubbed at your clit with the pad of his thumb at the same time. the dual sensation hit you like a shock, making you jolt hard, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat, walls clenching tight around just the tip.

“fuuck—” he groaned, head tilted watching every wince and twitch of you. his eyes were glued to the sight. your pussy stretched around the head of him, slick coating his tip, your clit throbbing under his thumb with every pass.

he teased at your entrance, pulling back slow until just the tip rested inside, then pushing in again shallow and deliberate. while his thumb kept rubbing your clit. softly, then hard. soft circles turning into firm presses, fast flicks that made your hips jerk and your toes curl behind your head.

your hands gripped your thighs tighter, nails digging into soft skin to hold yourself open for him. “eren—please.”

he ignored you, kept teasing and rubbing your clit. softly, then hard. while his tip peeked through your entrance again and again, dipping in just enough to make you clench and leak more slick, then pulling out to watch the way your pussy fluttered and tried to pull him back in. his breathing grew heavier, chest rising faster under the tight shirt, abs flexing with every controlled roll of his hips.

“nah,” he pushed his dick in a little more before pulling back out to just the tip. “lemme play with you now”

“play with this pussy and see how you feel.”

his thumb pressed harder on your clit, rubbing in tight fast circles that made your hips jerk up off the sheets. the pad of his finger was rough from calluses, dragging delicious friction over the swollen bud every time he flicked it. he watched your face the whole time—eyes dark and focused, lips parted slightly, breathing ragged like he was savoring every little reaction you gave him.

you whimpered, thighs trembling in your own grip, ankles locked tight behind your head. every shallow dip of his tip stretched you just enough to make your walls flutter desperately, slick dripping down to coat his shaft and pool warm on the sheets. the wet sounds were obscene—soft squelches every time he teased in and out, your arousal coating him shiny and thick.

“look at that,” he rasped, voice low and wrecked. “tell me how bad you want it—show me”

you could cry, you wanted it bad. the ache was deep, throbbing, your pussy clenching around nothing every time he dipped just the head in and pulled out again. your hips rolled up instinctively, trying to chase more, but he held you pinned, controlling every inch.

you reached down quick, fingers wrapping around his wet dick, trying to guide him deeper inside you. desperate, needy, done waiting.

eren slapped your clit—sharp, quick, the wet smack echoing in the quiet room. the sting bloomed fast, hot and bright, making your whole body jolt, a high gasp ripping from your throat. your walls clenched hard around nothing, more slick gushing out, dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets even more.

“you don’t get to take shit yet.” he said, voice flat but thick with hunger.

your hand flew back to your thigh, gripping tighter, nails biting into your own skin as you fought to stay still. tears pricked your eyes—not from pain, from how badly you needed him, how empty you felt every time he pulled back.

he rubbed the head of his dick through your folds again slow and deliberate. coating himself in your slick, letting the fat tip bump your clit with every pass. you jolted again, whimpering, hips twitching up toward him.

“eren—please—”

he kept the shallow thrusts—tip in, tip out—while his thumb worked your clit in tight fast circles. your moans turned higher, breathier, thighs trembling in your own grip, body shaking as the pleasure built sharp and fast. your walls fluttered hard, clenching around air, chasing the orgasm that was so close you could taste it.

“close?” he asked, voice low and calm, almost bored. he felt it. the way you tightened, the way your hips bucked, the way your breathing turned into quick little pants.

you nodded frantically, curls sticking to your wet cheeks. “yes—please—don’t stop—”

he watched you for a second longer—eyes dark, unreadable—then pulled out completely. tip popping free with a wet sound, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. his thumb left your clit right as the coil snapped tightest, stealing the orgasm before it could break.

you whined loud, hips jerking uselessly, tears spilling over your lashes. “eren—”

“nah,” he said simply, stroking himself slow, watching your pussy flutter and leak in protest. “not yet.”

he leaned down, kissed your inner thigh once—soft, almost sweet—then rubbed the head of his dick through your folds again, teasing your entrance without entering.

“you teased me all episode,” he murmured, voice low and even. “now you wait.”

you sobbed soft, thighs shaking harder, body still right on the edge. he kept teasing. tip nudging your clit, sliding through your slick, dipping in just the head before pulling out again. keeping you hovering, never letting you fall.

“eren—please—”

he slapped your clit again—lighter this time, but enough to make you jolt and whimper.

“be quiet,” he said, calm. “you come when i say.”

he pushed in a little deeper—halfway now—holding there so you felt the stretch, then pulled back to just the tip again. his thumb brushed your clit once—soft, teasing—then stopped.

you cried out, hips bucking, begging without words.

he watched you shake, watched your pussy clench and leak, watched the tears slip down your cheeks.

then he leaned over you fully, chest pressing down on your folded legs, pinning your thighs harder against the bed until your knees nearly touched your shoulders. the angle forced your hips to tilt up, pussy spread even wider, entrance gaping slightly from the teasing.

he thrust in slow deeper, three-quarters. holding again, letting you feel the thick stretch, the way your walls hugged him tight.

“tell me you’re mine,” he said, voice low and steady.

“i’m yours,” you gasped, voice cracking. “please—”

he thrust deep all at once—burying himself to the balls. you screamed soft, walls clenching hard around him.

he fucked you hard—leaning over you, weight pressing your thighs down flat to the bed, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing strokes. the bed creaked loud, headboard tapping the wall with every thrust. his dick dragged along your walls, hitting that spot deep inside over and over, making your toes curl and your eyes roll to the stars.

cream built up thick and white around his dick. your arousal mixing with his pre-cum, frothing at the base every time he bottomed out, coating his length shiny and sticky.

the wet sounds grew louder, sloppy, and filthy. every pull-out leaving strings of cream stretching between your pussy and his cock.

you moaned brokenly, nails scraping down his arms, body shaking under him. “eren—close—please—”

he felt it—the way you tightened, the way your hips bucked, the way your breathing turned into quick little pants.

he pulled out completely. tip popping free with a wet sound, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing, orgasm stolen again right at the edge.

you sobbed loud, hips jerking uselessly, tears streaming down your cheeks. “eren—oh my go—”

he stroked himself slow, watching your pussy flutter and gape, cream dripping from your entrance in thick strings.

“clean my dick.” he said, voice low and calm.

you scrambled up quick still shaky and onto your knees in front of him. he stood at the edge of the bed, dick glistening with your cream and his pre-cum, thick and throbbing.

you took him in slow, lips stretching wide around the head, tongue swirling to taste the mix of both of you. the flavor was heady. salty, sweet and musky—coating your tongue thick as you sucked him deeper. your hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in as you bobbed, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing to take him all the way.

eren groaned low, hand sliding into your curls, guiding you slow but firm. “that’s it—get all that cream off my shit.”

you moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward once. spit and cream dripped down your chin, pooling on your chest as you worked him tongue pressing flat along the underside, sucking hard on the upstroke, swirling around the head on every pull-back.

he watched you eyes dark, breathing heavy. then he pulled out slow, stroking himself in front of your open mouth.

“tongue out.”

you did—tongue flat, mouth open wide.

he came again—thick ropes hitting your tongue, filling your mouth, spilling over your lips and dripping down your chin onto your tits. you swallowed what landed on your tongue, moaning soft at the taste, then licked him clean and slow, thorough. eyes locked on his the whole time.

he stroked your cheek with his thumb, smearing the mess across your skin before leaning down to kiss you. deep, messy, tasting himself on your tongue.

“good girl,” he murmured against your lips. “show me that pussy again.”

you gently got up, your legs weak and shaky from everything, knees wobbling as you pushed yourself off the floor. you climbed onto the bed slow, body still buzzing, then turned around so your back was to him.

you dropped forward. face pressing soft into the comforter, back arching deep, ass lifting high in his face.

your curls spilled wild across the sheets, a few strands sticking to your damp neck and cheeks. you glanced back over your shoulder, eyes hazy and half-lidded, full lips parted on quick breaths so he could see your face teary, wrecked, needy. pressed into the soft fabric.

you reached back with one hand, fingers sliding down to spread your pussy with just two fingers—middle and ring, pulling your slick folds apart wide. your entrance fluttered open for him, still puffy and glossy, clit swollen and peeking out shiny and throbbing.

slick leaked slow from deep inside, clear trails running down your folds and pooling on the comforter below, the scent of you warm, musky, sweet. filling the air around him.

eren groaned, low and rough in his throat, like he loved doing this to you. making you cry, making you want his dick like a slut.

he loved every second of it—the way your thighs shook from holding the position, the way your hips twitched every time he denied you.

the way your pussy clenched and leaked like it was begging without words. his eyes stayed locked on where you held yourself open, watching every flutter, every drip, every small roll of your hips like he couldn’t look away even if he tried.

“tell me how—how much you want it—peach.” he stroked at his tip slow, thumb swiping over the slit, spreading the bead of pre-cum that leaked out until it glistened down his shaft.

his hair was a mess—manbun loose and wild, dark strands falling forward over his forehead, sticking slightly from sweat. his abs flexed hard with every breath, the tight black shirt pulling across his chest and shoulders as he stood there, towering, dick heavy and throbbing in his hand.

you whimpered, voice small and shaky, tears still wet on your cheeks. “please daddy—i’m sorry—i want it so bad—i’ll do any—anything please!”

“i want you to—nut in my pussy— i want you to fuck me—please!”

your fingers trembled as you kept yourself spread, entrance clenching visibly around nothing, more slick dripping out in slow, clear strings that stretched and broke when your hips jerked.

he groaned again, quieter this time, almost pained. his hand sped up on his dick. just a little, stroking firm from base to tip, eyes never leaving your pussy.

“keep it open,” he said, voice low and steady. “don’t move your fingers.”

he stepped closer, sweat pants wet from all your spit from sucking his dick. he smacked your ass, once, twice. til it bruised. the sharp cracks echoed, heat blooming fast across your skin, stinging bright and hot.

your cheeks jiggled with each hit, flesh turning deep red under his palm, the burn sinking deep and making your pussy clench harder around air. slick gushed out again, dripping faster, running down your thighs and soaking the sheets.

you gasped loud, hips bucking back instinctively, thighs shaking in your grip. tears pricked your eyes harder, lashes wet, but you kept your fingers pulling yourself open wider for him, nails biting into your own skin.

he rubbed the head of his dick against your entrance again slow and deliberate. coating himself in your slick, letting the fat tip bump your clit with every pass. you jolted again, whimpering, hips twitching up toward him.

“eren—please—”

he slapped your ass again. harder this time. making you cry out and clench so hard more slick spilled out, coating his tip shiny.

he pushed your head down with one hand, palm flat against the back of your skull, pressing your cheek into the comforter. his other hand yanked your curls back hard—fingers twisting tight at the roots—arching your neck up so you had to look at him over your shoulder. your scalp burned from the pull, tears pricking fresh at your lash line, but the sting only made everything else feel sharper, hotter.

before you could catch your breath, he pushed his dick inside your pussy all the way to the balls. one long, unrelenting thrust. thick dick stretching you wide, filling every inch until his hips slammed flush against your ass. the head kissed your cervix deep, the pressure intense and overwhelming, a dull ache blooming low in your belly that hurt so good it made your toes curl behind your head.

“eren—” your voice cracked, eyes rolling to the stars, lashes fluttering as the fullness hit you all at once. it was too much. your walls spasmed hard around him, fluttering wildly, trying to adjust to the sudden depth while slick leaked out around his base in messy, wet rivulets.

your fingers gripped the sheets tight, knuckles light, nails scraping the fabric as your body quivered under him—thighs shaking in your own hold, back arched deep, ass pressed high against his hips.

he stayed buried, completely still for a second. letting you feel every thick inch throbbing inside you, the way your pussy hugged him tight, the way his balls pressed hot against your clit. his breathing was heavy, ragged against your ear, chest rising fast where it pressed to your back.

“too much?” he rasped, voice low and rough, almost mocking but laced with hunger. he rolled his hips once slow and deep grinding the head against your cervix.

making you whimper and clench harder around him. fresh slick poured out, soaking his balls and dripping down your thighs in warm trails.

you sobbed soft, hips twitching, torn between pulling away from the deep pressure and pushing back for more. “eren—it hurts—”

he groaned low, hand tightening in your curls, keeping your head pulled back so he could see your face—eyes glassy and rolled, lips parted on shaky breaths, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“good,” he muttered. “take it.”

he started moving—slow at first, pulling out halfway before thrusting back in deep—then harder, faster, hips snapping forward with controlled force. the bed creaked under you both, headboard tapping the wall in rhythm with his thrusts. every slam pushed his tip right against your cervix, the ache blooming sharp and sweet, making your walls flutter and clench around him like they never wanted to let go.

slick and cream built up thick around his shaft, frothing white at the base every time he bottomed out, coating his dick shiny and sticky. the wet sounds grew louder—sloppy, filthy—every pull-out leaving strings of cream stretching between your pussy and his cock, snapping when he thrust back in.

your moans turned into broken sobs, body shaking, thighs burning from holding the position. your fingers dug harder into your own thighs, nails biting deep as you tried to stay open for him.

he leaned over you more, weight pressing your folded legs harder into the mattress, folding you tighter, deeper. his hand slid from your curls to your throat. not choking, just holding, thumb pressing under your jaw to keep your head tilted back so he could see every tear, every flutter of your lashes, every time your mouth fell open on his name.

“feel that?” he rasped, voice rough against your ear. “im giving you what you wanted—dick.”

you sobbed his name again, voice cracking, body trembling on the edge.

he fucked you harder—hips slamming, bed shaking—hand sliding down to rub your clit fast and rough, fingers slick with your cream.

“come,” he ordered, voice low and firm. “come—on my dick.”

you shattered—hard, sudden—walls pulsing tight around him, gushing slick as you cried his name loud enough the walls probably heard. he fucked you through it, thrusts turning erratic, then buried himself deep and came. hot, thick spurts filling you until it leaked out around him, dripping down your ass onto the sheets in warm, messy trails.

he held you there. still buried, still full, breathing heavy against your neck. kissed your shoulder, your neck—soft now, slow.

“i love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

you smiled, breathless, body still trembling. “i love you more.”

he pulled out slow, watching his cum leak out in thick trails down your thighs.

he eased your legs down gentle, one at a time, kissing the inside of each knee as he did. then he pulled you into his arms, tucking you against his chest.

the room stayed quiet.

the episode could wait.

you were his.

and he’d just reminded you—again.

mark grayson was never noticed by you. though he sat in your chem class, right near you, close enough that his sleeve sometimes brushed the edge of your desk. you never noticed him.

he’d slide you his notes when you came in late or missed a day, quiet about it, no big production. when you returned he’d already have a clean copy waiting on your spot, or he’d just push his own toward you without a word.

“so what uh,” his voice cracked the silence between you one afternoon, barely above a murmur, “did you study last night?”

he leaned up a little, soft cologne drifting over like something warm left on too long—clean, unassuming, impossible to place.

“hm?—oh me?” your curls dropped as you turned to face him, the motion slow, almost reluctant.

“yeah—”

you spoke so softly you accidentally cut him off, the word slipping out before he could finish. “it’s kinda hard to study, i have a lot of work to do.” and you weren’t lying. you really did.

mark grayson just laughed—quiet, easy, the kind that didn’t demand anything back. “nah i get it—it gets so busy at the burger mart.” he leaned into his desk, shaking his head like the memory alone was exhausting, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“you work at the burger mart?” your lips curved, surprised, the smile catching you off guard.

“why haven’t i ever seen you?”

he rubbed at the back of his neck, black hair falling soft against his forehead, fingers lingering there a second too long. “yeah… no, i’ve seen you plenty of times—you just never saw me.”

you blinked. the words hung there, simple, but they landed heavier than they should have.

he rubbed at the back of his neck, black hair falling soft against his forehead, fingers lingering there a second too long like he was trying to hold the moment in place.

because he wasn’t lying. every single time you pushed through those glass doors at burger mart—pink aeropostale set with the flared pants, white cropped shirt tucked in just enough to show a little skin when you reached for your food.

you’d order the usual double cheeseburger, no onions, fries, vanilla shake. and every time, mark would catch sight of you from behind the counter or the grill line and disappear. straight to the back. stockroom. walk-in freezer.

anywhere but where you could see him. embarrassed? shy? something quieter, something that made his hands shake just a little when he heard your voice order through the speaker.

a smile curved on your lips. slow. teasing. mark grayson had a crush on you. and god, you liked that. the way it bloomed in your chest like warm honey, thick and sweet and ready to be devoured.

you sucked at your bottom lip, letting the motion pull his gaze down for half a heartbeat. “hey… wanna come to my house tonight? to help me study? or i can—”

mark leaned up so fast the desk creaked under his palms, like his heart was trying to punch straight through his ribs. “wait—are you serious? i mean i’ll help you study, i don’t mind. like, at all.”

your curls dripped down your neck, still damp from the morning shower you’d taken just to feel clean before coming here. your eyes hungry now, pupils blown wide, locked on his. you were gonna fuck mark grayson tonight. really fuck him. slow at first maybe, let him think it was his idea, let him tremble under your hands while he tried to keep his voice steady explaining stoichiometry or whatever bullshit chapter you were supposed to be on.

your power hummed low under your skin, patient, coiled. it fed on men, on the rush of their want, the spike of their adrenaline, the way their breath hitched when they realized they were already lost. it didn’t hurt them, not really. they just gave. willingly. eagerly. and you took what you needed until the hunger quieted again.

tonight you were gonna feed.

you tilted your head, letting one curl slide forward to brush your collarbone. “cool. my place. eight? i’ll text you the address.”

mark swallowed hard enough you saw his throat work. “yeah. eight. i’ll be there.”

his voice cracked on the last word, just a little.

you smiled wider, sweet on the surface, something darker flickering underneath, and turned back to your notebook like nothing had happened.

but everything had.

the bell rang a minute later. he stayed seated a beat longer than everyone else, staring at the back of your head like he was already halfway gone.

you didn’t look back. you didn’t need to. he was coming.

and he did.

you laid on your bed in a plain tee and some boy shorts, the house quiet except for the low hum of the ac. your parents were out of town, so the place was yours—no knocks on the door, no questions, just empty rooms and the soft glow of your bedside lamp. you washed up earlier, skin still warm from the shower, and set everything up to look like you were actually studying. textbooks open on the comforter, notebook flipped to a half-finished page of equations, pens scattered like you’d been at it for hours. you were. kind of.

but your body kept betraying you.

every few minutes a tremor ran through you, low and insistent, thinking about how full you were going to be soon. how his hands would feel, hesitant at first, then desperate. how his breath would catch when you guided him exactly where you wanted. the thought alone made your thighs press together. you couldn’t help it—you slipped a hand under the waistband of your boy shorts, fingers finding you already slick, already aching.

you thought about mark. about the way his voice cracked earlier, about how he’d probably show up nervous, hair still a little messy from running his hands through it on the drive over. you imagined him on his knees between your legs, wide-eyed and eager, learning every sound you made. imagined letting him take his time, then taking control until he was shaking, begging without even realizing it.

your fingers moved slow at first, circling, dipping inside just enough to tease. your hips lifted off the bed on their own, chasing the pressure. breath coming shorter. the textbook forgotten beside you.

then the doorbell rang.

sharp. real. cutting through the haze.

your hand stilled. heart slammed once, hard. a slow smile spread across your face as you pulled your fingers free, wiped them casually on the inside of your thigh, and sat up. the tremble was still there, deeper now, hungrier.

you padded barefoot down the hall, tee loose over your curves, boy shorts riding up just enough. didn’t bother fixing your hair—let the curls stay wild from the pillow, let your lips stay a little swollen from biting them earlier.

you opened the door.

mark stood there under the porch light, backpack slung over one shoulder, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows like he’d been fidgeting the whole way here. his cheeks were already flushed. eyes flicked over you—quick, then away, then back—like he couldn’t decide where to look.

“hey,” he said, voice rougher than in class. “i, uh… brought my notes. and some flashcards. figured we could—”

you stepped aside, letting the door swing wider.

“come in, mark.”

he swallowed. stepped inside. the door clicked shut behind him.

you didn’t say anything else. just turned and walked toward your room, knowing he’d follow.

the hallway light spilled soft behind you, catching the sway of your hips under the plain tee. you could hear his footsteps—hesitant at first, then quicker, like he was trying to keep up without seeming too eager.

you opened your door and stepped aside, letting him walk in before closing it with a quiet click. the room smelled faintly like your vanilla body wash and the candle you’d lit earlier, wick still warm. you sat on the edge of your bed, legs crossed loose, one foot dangling, the other tucked under your thigh.

mark stood there in the middle of the room, backpack still slung over one shoulder, looking around like he wasn’t sure where to put himself. cute. awkward. cheeks pink under the lamp light. it made you laugh, soft and low.

“you can sit on my bed, i’m not gonna bite.” you teased, patting the spot next to you.

he laughed too, nervous but real, rubbing the back of his neck again. “sorry it’s my first time doing this—”

“doing what? studying?” you cut in, grin widening as you watched him fumble.

“no—” he exhaled, finally moving, “coming to help someone study.” he sat on the edge of your bed, careful, like he was afraid to take up too much space. set his bookbag down between you both and unzipped it, pulling out the chemistry book and a neat stack of notes. pages already tabbed, highlighter marks in careful lines. of course he was the type.

you shifted a little, resting one hand on your ankle while your other leg hung off the bed, toes brushing the carpet. the boy shorts rode up just enough when you moved, but you didn’t fix them. let him notice. let his eyes flick down for half a second before snapping back to the textbook like it had personally offended him.

“so,” you said, voice easy, “where do we start? chapter six? the one with all the mole conversions that make my brain hurt?”

he nodded quick, flipping pages. “yeah, uh, we can go over the practice problems first. i marked the ones that usually trip people up.”

you leaned in closer, just enough that your shoulder almost brushed his. close enough to catch that same soft cologne from class, now warmer, mixed with the faint nerves rolling off him in waves.

you guys studied for a few minutes. flipped pages, pointed at problems, murmured explanations. but your focus kept drifting. you moved closer. slow, casual, like it was nothing. knee touching his now.

your hand resting on the bedspread near his thigh. he kept glancing over, trying to stay on task, but every time your eyes met his instead of the notes, he stumbled over a word. throat working. pencil tapping faster against the page.

he noticed. how your gaze lingered on his mouth, his hands, the line of his jaw. how you weren’t really reading the stoichiometry anymore.

finally he choked up mid-sentence, voice cracking like it did in class. he set the book down, turned to face you fully.

“i’m starting to get the idea that you… want something else?” he tilted his head back a little, brows knit, genuinely asking. “are you hungry?”

the question was so earnest, so sweet and clueless, it pulled a real laugh out of you. your curls bounced as you leaned back against the pillow, head tipping, the sound light and warm in the quiet room. laughing at him—at how perfectly he’d walked right into it—only made his flush deepen, ears going red, eyes darting away then back like he couldn’t decide if he should be embarrassed or hopeful.

you caught your breath, still smiling, lips parted. your fingers found the hem of your boy shorts. tugged them down just a bit slow, deliberate, so the soft pink lace of your panties peeked out against your skin.

“i want you, mark.”

the words hung there, simple and heavy. no tease this time. just truth wrapped in heat.

his breath hitched. loud in the silence. eyes dropping to where your shorts sat low now, then snapping back to your face like he’d been caught. pupils blown wide. chest rising faster.

“you… you mean—” he started, voice barely above a whisper, like saying it out loud might break whatever spell this was.

you shifted closer, one hand sliding up to rest light on his knee. thumb brushing once, slow circle. “yeah. i mean that.”

he swallowed hard. looked at your mouth. looked at your eyes. looked like he was trying to remember how to breathe.

“are you—”

you leaned up, cutting him off, hands sliding to his cheeks—warm skin under your palms, the faint stubble there making your thumbs pause for a second. you pulled him down gently but firm, closing the last bit of space between you. the textbook and notes lay forgotten now, pages splayed open on the comforter like they’d never mattered.

“i want this, mark. kiss me.”

your voice came out softer than you meant, almost a whisper, but the hunger in it was clear. your curls framed your face, brushing his forehead as he hovered, eyes wide and searching yours like he was waiting for the punchline. but there wasn’t one.

he exhaled shaky, breath warm against your lips. then he closed the gap.

the kiss started slow—tentative, like he was afraid he’d mess it up. lips soft, careful, pressing once, then again, learning the shape of you. his hands found your waist, hesitant at first, fingers curling into the hem of your plain tee like he needed something to hold onto.

you felt the tremble in them, the way his pulse jumped under your touch when you tilted your head, deepening it.

you parted your lips, inviting, and he followed—tongue brushing yours in a shy sweep that turned bolder when you sighed into his mouth. the sound seemed to unravel him. he kissed you harder, hungrier, one hand sliding up your back, pressing you closer until your chest met his.

your fingers slipped into his black hair, tugging just enough to make him groan low in his throat. the noise vibrated against your lips, sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

your power stirred brighter, drinking in the rush pouring off him—nerves melting into want, awe turning to need, every quick breath he took feeding you slow and sweet.

you broke the kiss just enough to murmur against his mouth, “you’re shaking.”

he laughed, breathless, forehead resting on yours. “i’m nervous…”

you didn’t let him finish the thought. you glided his hands down, pressing his palm right against the damp heat between your legs through the boy shorts. the contact pulled a soft moan from you, muffled against his mouth, hips twitching forward into his touch.

“don’t be,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “take me.”

you crashed back into his mouth, hungry, no more waiting. his fingers dug at your shorts instantly—tugging them down your thighs in one rough pull, fabric catching for a second before sliding free. the air hit your skin and then his hand was there again, bare now, fingers slipping through your wetness, stroking slow then firm like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

this felt different. he felt stronger. like something inside him was overflowing, air thick with it, pressing against your skin. his grip tightened on your hip, pulling you closer, body hard and solid against yours in a way that surprised you. no more shaking hesitation—just need, raw and steady.

you moaned louder when he pushed two fingers inside, curling them just right, thumb circling your clit in messy, perfect rhythm. your nails scraped down his back through his hoodie, legs spreading wider, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of his hand.

“mark…” his name came out broken, needy.

he groaned against your neck, kissing hot and open, teeth grazing. “fuck, you feel so good.”

your power hummed deep, feeding off the surge pouring from him. the quick spike of his pulse, the way his breath hitched every time you clenched around his fingers, the electric rush of his want that tasted sharper now, almost too much. but you took it all, letting it coil tighter inside you.

you tugged at his hoodie, impatient. “take this off.”

he pulled back just enough to yank it over his head, black hair messier than before, chest rising fast. you dragged your nails down his bare skin, feeling muscle tense under your touch. stronger than he looked in class, like he was holding back something big.

l you smiled, wicked and slow, hand sliding down to palm him through his jeans. he jerked forward with a choked sound, eyes dark.

“no, everything mark.” you laughed, and he did too, nervous but real.

you pushed him back gently so he was leaning against the headboard, then slid down between his legs. your fingers dug into the waistband of his jeans, popping the button, dragging the zipper slow. eyes looking up at him the whole time while his looked down at you, wide and hungry.

the bulge of his dick was huge. more than you thought he could have. your lashes fluttered, curls leaning forward as you finally got his pants down his thighs and tugged at his boxers next.

his dick jumped free—pink and pretty at the tip, thick and long at the base, veins standing out under flushed skin. he sucked at his bottom lip hard, black hair a total mess now, falling into his eyes.

you wrapped your hand around him, slow, feeling how hot he was, how he throbbed against your palm. he hissed through his teeth, hips twitching up on instinct.

“fuck…” he breathed, voice rough. “you don’t have to—”

you cut him off with a slow stroke, thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the bead of precum there. his head tipped back against the wall, throat working.

“i want to,” you said simply, leaning in closer. your breath ghosted over him first, making him shudder. then your tongue flicked out, tasting just the head, swirling slow.

he groaned deep, one hand flying to your curls—not pulling, just holding, fingers trembling. “shit.”

you took him deeper then, lips stretching around his thickness, sliding down inch by inch until you felt him hit the back of your throat. you hollowed your cheeks, sucking slow, tongue pressing flat along the underside.

his hips jerked again, small, like he was trying so hard not to thrust. “wait—i’m gonna—”

you pulled off with a wet pop, hand stroking him firm while you looked up. “not yet.”

your power hummed louder now, drinking in every shaky breath, every pulse of want rolling off him. he looked wrecked already—eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving.

base, lips tight as you sucked slow and deep. you wanted to torture him—just a little. drag it out until he was begging without words.

his fingers twisted tighter in your curls, hips twitching like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to thrust or hold still. breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

“oh fuck— stop before i cum—”

you laughed around him, soft vibrations humming straight through his dick. his eyes rolled back hard, a low groan ripping out of his throat, whole body tensing under you. he looked wrecked—black hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted, chest heaving.

you pulled off slow, letting him slip free with a wet sound, then dipped lower. tongue flicking out to lick at his balls, slow circles, sucking one gently into your mouth while your hand kept stroking the tip—thumb rubbing over the slit, spreading the slick precum down his length.

he sucked in a sharp breath, abs flexing hard, veins standing out across his stomach like he was fighting every instinct to let go. surprised you, honestly. most guys would’ve lost it by now, but mark was holding on—barely—jaw clenched, fingers trembling in your hair.

“shit… you’re killing me,” he rasped, voice cracked and low. his hips jerked up once, involuntary, chasing your mouth.

you looked up at him through your lashes, curls falling forward, lips brushing the base of him as you spoke. “good. i like you like this.”

you licked a long, slow stripe up the underside, tongue flat, then swirled around the head again before taking just the tip back between your lips—sucking light, teasing, not enough to finish him but enough to make him whine.

his head thumped back against the headboard, groan turning into something almost pained. “please… i can’t—fuck, i’m so close.”

you hummed, letting the vibration hit him again, hand pumping steady while your tongue played. your power drank it all in.

the way his pulse hammered, the sharp spike of desperation rolling off him, thick and sweet. he was overflowing again, that hidden strength pulsing under his skin, feeding you deeper than before.

you pulled off completely this time, crawling up his body slow, straddling his hips. his dick throbbed hot against your stomach as you leaned down, kissing him messy, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“i can’t believe we’re really doing this—” he broke away, lips pink and swollen, breath ragged. “do you like me?”

your eyes stared into his, holding him there. his breath hitched, waiting, like the answer could break him or fix him.

“i’ve liked you for a while now.” his voice came out soft, barely a breath against your lips. “i’ve liked you for 2 years…”

the words landed heavy. your body reacted before your mind did—heat rushing low, a fresh wave of wetness slicking your thighs. you were full. overly full. his confession hit like a pulse straight to your core, making you clench around nothing. you could almost squirt just from hearing it, from the way his hand slid up your back slow and reverent, fingers tracing your spine like he was memorizing you.

you smiled, slow and dark, leaning in until your lips brushed his ear.

“then—beg for it.”

his eyebrows slouched, soft and needy. his eyes flicked to yours for a second, then dropped to your lips for a long minute, like he was starving. his dick jumped hard against your belly, thick and insistent, leaking against your skin.

he swallowed. voice cracked when he spoke.

“please…” he started, quiet at first, almost shy. then louder, desperate. “please, let me have you. i’ve waited so long—i need you. need to be inside you again. need to feel you come around me. please, baby… let me fuck you. i’ll do anything.”

his hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs digging in, pulling you down just enough that the head of him nudged your entrance—teasing, not quite there. he groaned low, hips twitching up like he couldn’t help it.

“please,” he whispered again, forehead pressed to yours, voice shaking. “i’m begging. let me in. let me make you feel good. i’ll be so good for you.”

you rocked your hips once, slow, letting him feel how wet you were, how ready. his eyes fluttered shut, a broken sound slipping out.

your power drank it all—the raw want, the years of quiet longing spilling out now, thick and sweet. you were overflowing too.

you leaned down, lips ghosting his.

“good boy.”

you sank down slow, taking every inch until your hips met his, full again, stretched perfect around him.

he moaned loud, head falling back, hands flying to your waist to hold you there while his hips bucked up once, deep.

“fuck thank you,” he breathed, almost reverent.

you started moving, slow grinds turning into hard rolls, riding him steady while he met you thrust for thrust, eyes locked on yours like you were the only thing in the world.

your curls bounced with every drop. his hands roamed up your sides, under your tee, thumbs brushing your nipples until you gasped.

but then something shifted.

mark’s grip tightened, not desperate anymore but firm and controlled. his eyes darkened, pupils swallowing the brown until they looked almost black. the soft pleading boy from minutes ago was still there, but underneath it something else clicked into place, stronger and steadier, like he’d been holding it back the whole time.

he sat up suddenly, one arm wrapping around your lower back, pulling you flush against his chest so you couldn’t move. his other hand came up to cup the back of your neck, thumb pressing just under your jaw, tilting your head so you had to look at him.

“slow down,” he said, voice low and rough, no crack in it this time. “you’ve been teasing me all night. now it’s my turn.”

your breath caught. the shift hit you like heat, his tone wasn’t asking, it was telling.

you tried to roll your hips again just to test, but his arm locked you in place, strong enough that you felt the restraint. not painful. just undeniable.

“mark…”

“shh.” he kissed you once, hard and claiming, then pulled back just enough to speak against your lips. “you said beg for it. i did. now you’re gonna take what i give you.”

your power hummed, surprised but thrilled, feeding off this new edge rolling off him. the soft boy who blushed in class was gone. in his place was someone who knew exactly what he wanted and how to make you feel it.

you nodded small, lips parted.

“good girl.”

the words sent a shiver straight through you. he flipped you both in one smooth motion, your back hitting the mattress, him settling between your thighs, still buried deep.

he didn’t pull out. just stayed there thick and heavy inside you, letting you feel every inch while he braced one forearm beside your head.

his free hand slid down your body slow and deliberate, fingers tracing your collarbone, between your breasts, over your stomach, until he reached where you were joined. his thumb found your clit, pressing firm circles while he stayed perfectly still.

“you’re so wet for me,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “been horny since i walked in huh?”

you whimpered, hips trying to lift for more, but he pressed you down with his hips, keeping you pinned, keeping control.

“stay still,” he said softly, almost sweet, but the command was clear. “let me feel your pussy—just like that.”

his thumb kept working slow circles, too slow, too perfect, building you up without letting you chase it. every time your breath hitched, every time you clenched around him, he groaned low but he didn’t move. didn’t thrust. just watched your face, learning every twitch, every gasp.

“mark please…”

he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “please what?”

“move—fuck me. please.”

he smiled slow and dark, nothing like the shy boy from chem class.

“since you asked so nice.”

he finally rolled his hips, deep and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in slow enough to make you feel every ridge, every vein. once. twice. then he picked up just enough pace to drive you crazy but never fast. never rough. just deep controlled owning every sound you made.

his hand slid up to wrap lightly around your throat, not squeezing just holding, thumb stroking the pulse there while he fucked you steady.

“look at me,” he said when your eyes fluttered shut. “wanna see you come apart.”

you did. eyes locked on his as the pressure built slow and overwhelming, different from before. your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back but he kept the rhythm his. his.

when you finally tipped over, clenching hard around him, crying out his name, he groaned deep, hips stuttering for the first time but he held on. rode you through it, thumb still circling your clit until you were shaking oversensitive pushing at his chest.

“shit you feel so good.” his eyes rolled back for a second, voice rough and low. then he pushed you down flat on the bed, hands firm on your thighs, spreading you wider before leaning up and hooking your legs against his chest. your knees bent toward your shoulders, folding you open for him, deeper angle making you gasp sharp.

you sucked at your bottom lip hard, trying to steady yourself. he felt so good like this—thick and long, rubbing right at your ends with every slow drag out and push back in, like he needed to hit that spot over and over. your toes curled against his shoulders, nails digging into the sheets.

he looked down at you, black hair falling messy into his eyes, sweat shining on his chest. “can i come in you?”

before you could even catch your breath to answer, he smiled—slow, cocky, nothing like the shy boy who sat next to you in chem.

“nah i’m gonna do it anyway.”

your eyebrows slouched, mouth parting in surprise. you couldn’t believe mark grayson had you like this—pinned, folded, full, and completely at his mercy. the soft guy who’d been crushing for two years was gone, replaced by someone who knew exactly how to take what he wanted and make you want it too.

he leaned down, lips brushing your ear while he kept that deep, steady rhythm.

you whimpered, head tipping back, curls spilling across the pillow. your hands flew to his shoulders, nails scraping down his back, but you didn’t push him away. you pulled him closer. your power hummed wild under your skin, drinking in the shift—his confidence, his control, the way he owned every thrust now. it fed you deeper than anything else tonight.

“mark…” your voice came out small, needy.

he kissed you messy, tongue sweeping in, swallowing your moans while his hips snapped harder. once. twice. then he buried himself deep, groaning low against your mouth as he came.

hot, thick pulses filling you, hips grinding slow circles to push it deeper, making sure you felt every spurt coat your walls.

you clenched around him on instinct, milking every bit, another small wave rolling through you just from the feeling of him spilling inside. he didn’t pull out. stayed buried to the hilt, breathing heavy against your neck, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head like he was grounding himself.

but he wasn’t done.

he started moving again slow at first, deliberate, pulling out halfway then sliding back in deep, fucking his cum deeper into you with every thrust. the wet sound of it mixed with your slickness filled the room, obscene and perfect. he kept your legs pinned high, folding you tighter so he could hit even deeper, the head of him nudging right against your cervix with every roll of his hips.

you moaned loud, head thrashing side to side on the pillow, curls sticking to your damp neck. your hands gripped his biceps, nails leaving half-moons in his skin. every thrust pushed more of his release deeper, the slick heat of it making you feel impossibly full, stretched, claimed.

he picked up the pace just enough still controlled, still deep. hips snapping forward in steady, punishing rolls. his thumb found your clit again, rubbing slow circles while he fucked you through the oversensitivity, drawing out every little whimper and gasp.

“you’re taking it so good,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours now, eyes locked on yours. “look at me while i come in you again.”

you did eyes wide, lips parted, breath hitching with every thrust. your body trembled under him, legs shaking against his chest, toes curling hard. another orgasm built slow but unstoppable, coiling tight from the pressure of him inside you, the way he kept grinding his cum deeper, the way he refused to let even a drop escape.

“mark—i’m gonna—”

“come on my dick,” he said soft but firm.

you shattered again—harder this time—clenching around him so tight he groaned broken, hips stuttering as he pushed in one last time, grinding deep while you pulsed and fluttered around him, milking what was left.

he stayed inside you after, softening slowly but not pulling out, just rocking gentle now, letting you feel the mess he’d made. his hand slid down between you both, fingers dipping where you were joined, spreading the slick cum around your entrance before pushing it back in with two fingers, slow and careful.

“stay like this,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “don’t move. wanna keep it in you.”

you laughed shaky, breathless, legs finally lowering but still wrapped loose around his waist.

your power hummed full, warm, satisfied—fed deep from every thrust, every drop, every word.

he finally eased out slow, watching the thick drip of his cum leak from you with dark eyes. then he leaned down, kissing you soft and lazy.

“round two?” he asked quiet, already half-hard against your thigh again.

you smiled wicked.

“only if you beg first.”

and ever since that day mark was fucking you.

he started missing school more than showing up. when he did come there was always a fresh bruise on his jaw or a cut healing slow on his cheek knuckles scraped.

but he looked stronger every time shoulders broader arms thicker moving quieter like the nights out there were building something permanent in him.

sex stopped being casual. it turned real. he opened up first late nights in your bed still buried deep after he came breathing against your neck.

he told you about the fights the blood the close calls. then he asked about you.

so you told him. how you could fly fast and high. how you could push energy out to knock people flat or pull them in. how youd been feeding off men to quiet the hunger without breaking them. he listened hand stroking your back slow no judgment.

then he showed you his.

one night he took you up arms locked around your waist city lights blurring below wind whipping your curls. he fucked you right there in the sky weightless thrusting up hard while you clung to him legs wrapped tight moaning into his mouth as stars spun. after he kissed you soft held you tender while you drifted back down to your roof.

it wasnt taking anymore.

instead of feeding off him you learned to pour into him. first time he came back wrecked ribs cracked blood on his costume you put your hands on him pushed the energy the other way gentle knitting the breaks fading the bruises until the pain left his face. he stared after breathing steady.

“you can do that?”

“yeah. for you.”

now when he came back hurt you healed him first hands on his chest his face his hands then he fucked you deep and slow like thanks. sometimes rough pinning you down. sometimes you rode him made him beg just to hear it.

but it was always more him holding you after you tracing marks that healed faster because of you him kissing your forehead like you were his anchor.

connie was the captain of the football team and you were the preacher’s innocent daughter.

always showing your face in pageants and competitions, winning trophies, smiling sweet for the judges in those sparkling dresses your mama sewed by hand. cheering as co-captain on friday nights, pom-poms flashing under the stadium lights, voice loud and perfect when the crowd needed it most.

your boyfriend was top of the class—valedictorian track, debate team president, the boy who carried your books and kissed you chastely on the porch after youth group. no, not connie.

connie was just the boy who was fucking you when you told your boyfriend you weren’t ready.

connie was fucking you when your parents were asleep and you slid your window up to let him in, the screen creaking just enough to make your heart jump before his hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet. 

he’d climb through fast, leaving his jordans—always fresh jordans, usually the black and red 4s or the crisp white 11s—lined up neat on the sill so the soles didn’t track dirt on your carpet. he’d kick them off quick, toes flexing against your rug as he pushed you back onto your queen bed with the crisp white sheets and the soft throw blanket folded just right at the foot.

connie was fucking you when you told your dad you were going to sunday school but really you were bent over the edge of your vanity, skirt hiked up, panties around your ankles, his hips snapping hard while your perfume bottles rattled softly against the mirror and your curls bounced loose around your shoulders with every thrust.

or riding his fat dick in the front seat of his lexus parked behind the fellowship hall, windows fogged, your knees bruising on the black leather, the dashboard lights glowing soft blue across his braces every time he groaned your name low and rough in spanish.

connie didn’t care about your halo or your trophies or the cross necklace your boyfriend gave you for your birthday. he just cared about the way your thighs shook when he bottomed out, the way you bit your lip to stay quiet, the way you clenched around him like you were scared god might hear—but too far gone to stop. he’d pull out just to watch you drip, then slide right back in, whispering “mira cómo te abres pa’ mí, princess.”

you were still the preacher’s innocent daughter to everyone else.

to connie, you were the girl who came the hardest on his dick. calling you his dirty little secret while he filled you up again.

and now you were alone with him again in his lexus, acting all shy even though he’d had you bent over the vanity in your room last week. your legs rested against his, bare thighs brushing against his joggers, his hand steady on the steering wheel as he cruised slow through the city, streetlights sliding over the black leather seats.

“you’re so pretty,” he said, voice low and easy, thumb rubbing slow circles over your ankles, fingers catching on the thin gold anklet that glinted every time the car passed under a lamp. he tugged it lightly, playful, like he was testing how easy it would snap off.

you swiped on your phone, pretending to scroll, but your eyes kept flicking to him. “if i’m so pretty kiss me.”

he laughed soft, braces flashing silver under the city lights, that little braces catching the glow too. “while i’m drivin’? you must want us to die, ma.”

you sighed dramatic, rolled your eyes, crossed your arms under your chest so your top pulled tight. “well if you didn’t think i was that pretty just say that.”

he sucked at his lip, eyes flicking from the road to you then back. his silver bracelet dangled loose from the steering wheel, catching light every time he turned, and his legs spread naturally, thighs flexing under the joggers, the outline of him already half-hard against the fabric.

“the way my dick gets hard just seein’ your face?” he said it casual, like it was obvious, voice dropping lower on the last word. “you really think you ain’t pretty?”

he let go of the wheel for a second—just one hand—reached over and slid his palm up your thigh slow, fingers dipping under the hem of your skirt, thumb brushing the soft inside skin until you squirmed. the car rolled to a red light and he finally looked at you full, eyes dark, braces glinting again when he grinned.

“c’mere,” he murmured, tugging you closer by the thigh until your shoulder bumped his. he leaned in quick, kissed you deep and messy, tongue sliding against yours while his hand squeezed higher, fingertips grazing the lace edge of your panties.

the light turned green but he didn’t move right away—just kissed you harder, slow grind of his palm against you, swallowing the little whimper you let out.

when he pulled back his lips were wet, breath hot against your mouth. “still think i don’t think you pretty?”

“nope.” you leaned against the window, eyes fixated on him, curls brushing the cool glass as the city lights streaked past. he laughed—that same little laugh, low and knowing, the one that always made your pussy clench and your thighs press together without thinking.

“bet,” he said, voice rough around the edges, one hand still resting high on your thigh like he owned the space. he eased the lexus off the main drag, turning down a quiet side street lined with empty lots and dim streetlamps, tires humming soft on the asphalt until he found a spot tucked behind an old warehouse—dark enough that no one would see inside, close enough to the glow of downtown that the dashboard lights stayed soft blue.

he killed the engine, the sudden quiet making your heartbeat louder in your ears. the car settled with a small creak, and he turned toward you fully, arm draped over the back of your seat, bracelet glinting as he leaned in slow.

he pulled you by your curls, fingers twisting tight in the soft coils at the nape of your neck, and your lips crashed into his hard enough to make your teeth click. his braces made that little metallic scrape, a tiny clink every time your mouths moved, but neither of you cared—you were too busy swallowing each other’s breath.

his tongue rubbed against yours slow at first, then deeper, slick and hot, tasting faintly of the mint gum he’d been chewing earlier. one hand stayed tangled in your hair, holding you exactly where he wanted, while the other slid down between your thighs, fingers finding your clit through the thin lace and rubbing firm, steady circles that made your hips jerk forward against his palm.

“oh wow—you kissed me.” you broke the kiss with that same sarcastic humor, voice breathy and teasing, lips swollen and shiny.

he sucked his teeth loud, eyes narrowing playful but dark, and let out a quick mix of spanish and english under his breath—“ay, cállate, mami, you talk too much shit”—the words rolling fast and low, half growl half laugh.

“connie you know i don’t understand that—” you barely did, the spanish always hit different when he was worked up, the rhythm of it making your stomach flip even if you only caught half the meaning.

he grinned against your mouth, braces flashing again, catching the blue dash light. “that’s the point, princess,” he murmured, accent thicker now, thumb pressing harder on your clit until your thighs trembled around his wrist. “you don’t gotta understand.”

he kissed you again, rougher this time, swallowing whatever smart reply you had left, tongue deep while his fingers slipped under the lace, sliding through your wetness and pushing inside slow—two at once, curling just right. you moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his shirt, hips rocking greedy against his hand as the lexus stayed parked in the shadows, windows fogged thick

he broke the kiss just long enough to whisper hot against your ear, “get in the back,” he smiled, braces catching the faint dashboard glow, “i wanna taste it.”

you didn’t waste any time—heart slamming, thighs already slick—and that made him chuckle low, the sound rumbling through his chest as he watched you scramble over the console. you climbed into the back seat quick, skirt riding high, curls bouncing wild against your shoulders. the lexus was roomy enough, black leather cool against your skin as you settled on your back, legs parted instinctively, panties still shoved to the side from earlier.

connie followed right behind, smooth and unhurried, closing the driver’s door with a soft thud before sliding into the back with you. he shut the rear door too, the click loud in the sudden quiet, sealing the two of you in fogged-up privacy. the windows were steamed thick now—no one would see shit from outside.

he hovered over you for a second, eyes dark, taking in the way your chest rose fast, the way your curls fanned out on the leather like a halo he was about to ruin. “look at you,” he murmured, voice rough and thick with accent, “spreadin’ for me like that without me even askin’ twice.”

he dropped lower, hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them wider until your knees hit the doors on either side. his shoulders fit between your legs perfect, jordans still on but kicked back against the front seats. he hooked your panties fully to the side, thumb spreading your folds slow so he could see everything—how swollen and wet you were, how his cum from earlier still leaked out mixed with your own slick.

“fuck… still drippin’ me,” he groaned low, breath fanning hot over your clit before he leaned in. his tongue dragged up slow—one long, flat stripe from your hole to your clit—tasting the mess he’d left inside you. you gasped sharp, hips jerking up, but he pinned you down easy with one forearm across your lower stomach.

“stay still, ma,” he said against you, lips brushing your sensitive skin. then he dove in deeper—tongue pushing inside, lapping up everything he could reach, sucking soft on your clit before flicking fast. the wet sounds were filthy, louder than your muffled whimpers, louder than the distant city hum outside. he hummed against you, the vibration making your thighs shake around his head.

your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the short curls, pulling him closer without thinking. “connie—” your voice cracked high, hips grinding up into his mouth despite his hold.

he pulled back just enough to look up at you—lips shiny, braces glinting, eyes blown dark. “taste so fuckin’ good with me still in you,” he rasped, accent thick, then sucked your clit hard, tongue circling relentless until your back arched off the seat, a choked moan slipping out.

he didn’t let up—kept eating you like he was starving, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your top while the other held your thigh open wide. your legs trembled hard, toes curling in the air, curls sticking to your sweaty forehead as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

“come on my tongue, princess,” he mumbled into you, voice muffled but commanding. “let me feel it—give it to me.”

you shattered fast—thighs clamping around his ears, back bowing, crying out his name as you came hard, pulsing against his mouth. he groaned deep, licking you through every wave, drawing it out until you were shaking, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.

he finally pulled back slow, lips and chin wet, grinning up at you with those braces flashing. he crawled up your body, kissing messy along the way—stomach, chest, neck—until he was hovering over you again, hard dick pressing against your thigh through his joggers.

he kissed you deep one more time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, salty and slick, then whispered against your mouth, “we ain’t done yet. turn around—i want you from behind this time.”

your lashes fluttered as you nodded, trying to turn around with the small room you had in the back seat. connie gripped at your curls first, tugging just enough to arch your neck back for one last kiss on your lips, then released and went lower—mouth dropping to your pussy one final time. he kissed it soft, almost sweet, tongue flicking once over your swollen clit before pulling away, leaving you throbbing and empty.

he sat back on his heels, joggers shoved down just enough for his dick to spring free—hanging low, fat at the tip, long at the base, that slight upward curve you already knew would make you see stars. he stroked himself once, slow, eyes locked on yours while you watched it twitch in his hand.

he leaned over you again, chest to your back, kissing at your neck soft then harder, sucking another bruise into the skin below your ear. his dick rubbed against your wet folds—slow, deliberate—gliding past your clit, then your entrance, then back up to your clit, the head catching every sensitive spot and spreading your slick all over him.

teasing. like he always did.

you whimpered, hips pushing back greedy, trying to chase it, but he held your waist steady with one hand, keeping the pace torturously slow.

“connie…” your voice cracked, small and needy.

he chuckled low against your neck, braces grazing your skin. “nah, ma. beg for it first.”

you clenched around nothing, thighs trembling. “please… please put it in.”

“louder,” he murmured, rubbing the fat tip against your entrance again, dipping just the head in then pulling back out, letting you feel the stretch and loss over and over.

“please, connie—fuck me,” you gasped, curls sticking to your damp forehead, hands braced on the leather seat.

he groaned deep, satisfied, and finally lined up proper—thick head nudging your entrance, pushing in slow at first, the curve dragging against your walls in that perfect way that made your eyes roll back. you winced at the stretch—still sore from earlier—but it melted fast into heat, into fullness, into that deep ache you craved.

he bottomed out with a low curse in spanish, hips flush to your ass, balls pressed tight. he held there a second, letting you feel every inch, every vein, the way he throbbed inside you.

“fuck… still so tight,” he breathed, one hand sliding up to grip your curls again, pulling your head back just enough to kiss your shoulder. “ready for me to stretch this pussy again, ma?”

you nodded frantic, pushing back against him.

he pulled out slow—almost all the way—then slammed back in hard, the wet slap echoing in the car. your moan broke high and sharp; he swallowed it with his mouth on your neck, thrusting steady now, deep and punishing, the curve hitting that spot every single time.

the lexus rocked with it, windows fogged thicker, jordans still kicked against the front seats like silent proof of how long you’d been out here sinning.

he didn’t stop teasing though—slowed down again just to feel you clench around him desperate, whispering filthy praise in your ear while his hips rolled lazy circles.

“that’s it… take it all, baby. this pussy mine tonight.”

you reached back, fingers finding the warm skin at the nape of his neck, cupping it tight to pull him closer while your eyes rolled back, white stars bursting behind your lids every time he bottomed out.

the curve of him dragged perfect against that spot inside, over and over, making your legs shake uncontrollably against the leather seat.

he pressed his palm flat to your lower belly, fingers splayed wide so he could feel the bulge of his dick moving deep in your guts with every thrust. “feel that?” he rasped low against your ear, voice wrecked and thick. “feel how deep i am? stretchin’ you open… fuckin’ you right where your lil’ boyfriend can’t reach?”

“oh my go—” your words stuttered broken, cut off into a high whimper when he snapped his hips harder, grinding slow at the end to let you feel every thick inch.

he sucked at your neck hard—teeth grazing then lips sealing, pulling the skin between them until a fresh bruise bloomed dark under your curls. another mark you’d have to lie about tomorrow—another turtleneck, another “i burned myself with the curling iron,” another secret you’d carry while your boyfriend kissed you soft and clueless on the porch.

connie groaned against the fresh bruise, tongue flicking over it soothing before he bit down light again. hand still pressed to your belly, feeling himself move inside you. “every time you look in the mirror you gon’ remember who this pussy really belongs to.”

your nails dug into his neck, hips pushing back greedy to meet him, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the fogged-up lexus louder than your muffled cries. he sped up just enough—deep, punishing rolls that made your toes curl against the seat, your curls bouncing wild with every thrust.

“connie—” you gasped, voice cracking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how full, how deep, how good it hurt in the best way.

“yeah, baby, say my name like that,” he panted, free hand sliding around to rub fast circles on your clit, thumb slick with your wetness. “come for me again—come all over this dick while i’m in your guts. show me who you really thinkin’ about when you with him.”

you clenched hard around him at the words, back arching sharp, a broken moan tearing from your throat as the pressure snapped. you came hard—thighs shaking, pussy pulsing tight around him, milking every inch while stars exploded behind your eyes again. he fucked you through it relentless, groaning low when your walls fluttered and squeezed, his hand still feeling the way he filled you completely.

he didn’t stop—kept thrusting deep and steady, chasing his own release while you trembled under him, oversensitive and boneless.

“i’m finna—” the rest was a little spanish and a moan, words tumbling out fast and rough—“voy a correrme, fuck—” hips stuttering hard once, twice, then slamming deep as he buried himself to the hilt.

he came with a low, broken groan, dick pulsing thick inside you, spilling hot and heavy, filling you up again until it leaked out around him, dripping slow down your thighs onto the leather seat. his hand pressed firm to your lower belly, feeling every twitch, every spurt, like he wanted to make sure you felt it too—how full he was making you, how deep he’d gone.

you whimpered soft, body shaking through the aftershocks, curls sticking to your sweaty neck and forehead. he stayed inside a long beat, panting against your shoulder, lips brushing the fresh bruise he’d left, kissing it gentle now like an apology he didn’t really mean.

“shit… you good, ma?” voice hoarse, accent thick, hand sliding up to cup your face, thumb wiping under your eye where tears had slipped from how intense it felt.

you nodded shaky, breath still ragged, thighs trembling around him.

he eased out slow, careful, wincing when you gasped at the emptiness, cum dripping messier now. he grabbed his shirt from the floorboard, wiped between your legs gentle, then pulled you into his lap sideways, arms wrapping tight around you while your breathing slowed.

kissed your temple lingering, fingers combing through your messy curls. “you gon’ be thinkin’ about me all night, ma. gon’ feel me every time you move tomorrow.”

you shivered at the thought, thighs pressing together, already sore but aching in that sweet, used way. “gonna have to lie to my boyfriend again,” you whispered, half-laugh half-sigh.

connie chuckled low, braces flashing as he grinned against your hair. “tell him you went for a run or some shit. blame the cramps.” his hand rubbed slow circles on your thigh, possessive. “or just let him wonder why you walkin’ funny.”

you swatted his chest weak, but couldn’t stop the smile. he kissed you soft this time—slow, lingering—then helped you fix your skirt, smooth your top, wipe the fog from the windows just enough to see out.

“we gotta get you home soon,” he murmured into your hair. “before your daddy starts wonderin’ where his good girl at.”

you looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen. “one more time?”

he laughed low, braces flashing, already half-hard again against your thigh.

“you tryna kill me, ma?” but his hand was already sliding back between your legs, fingers dipping into the mess he’d made.

he pulled out slow from the dark spot, city lights streaking past, your anklet glinting every time the dash light hit it.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling him still warm between your legs, the ache deep and satisfied.

nothing the same anymore.

and you weren’t sure you wanted it to be.

eren was in a fraternity, but he never quite fit with his brothers.

quieter, more observant, always leaning back against the wall at parties with a cup he barely touched. he was more chill, while his line brothers were screaming rob49 anthems at 2 a.m.

and that made him the perfect secret for you

he was attractive, no question—tall, tatted, green eyes that cut straight through, hair always a little messy in the best way. but the girls at the hbcu weren’t checking for him the way they swarmed the other que dogs. they wanted the loud ones, the show-offs, the ones who’d make a scene claiming them in the yard.

eren didn’t play that. he didn’t need to. which meant you got to keep that big dick all to yourself.

after parties, he’d text you one word—cmere—and you’d slip out the aka house, drive over in the dark, park behind his off-campus spot, and let him fuck you stupid on the couch before anyone even noticed you were gone.

after class he’d pull you into an empty lecture hall stairwell, hand over your mouth while he fingered you slow and deep until your knees buckled.

during class he’d sit one row back, slide his hand up your skirt under the desk, two fingers curling inside you while the professor droned on about african american lit, and you’d bite your pen so hard it cracked just to keep from moaning his name.

he was fucking the shit out of you. the stuck-up aka who everybody swore was still a virgin, too bougie to be out here like that, too focused on line and service and sisterhood to be getting fucked on the regular. they had no idea. and you liked it that way.

but tonight felt different.

you pulled up to his spot after the probate, still in your pink and green, curls fresh, lips plump, heart racing because he’d sent a voice note earlier—low, raspy, just “door’s open. don’t knock.”

you parked, cut the engine, and that’s when you saw it: another car in the driveway. black bmw, tinted windows, parked crooked like whoever was in there didn’t give a damn about blocking the sidewalk.

your stomach flipped. not jealousy—not yet—but possession. sharp and hot. god knows you didn’t play about his dick. that was yours. the way it stretched you, the way he knew exactly how deep to go before you started shaking, the way he’d hold your throat and make you look at him while he told you how good you felt clenching around him. no one else got that. no one else was supposed to get that.

you sat there a second, gripping the wheel, nails digging into the leather. then you killed the lights, grabbed your phone, and texted him:

‘um.. whos at ur house?’

dots popped up immediately. then disappeared. then two little words:

‘nbdy cmere’

you exhaled hard through your nose, stepped out the car, heels clicking quiet on the cracked concrete. the front door was cracked like he said. you pushed it open slow.

inside it smelled like him—weed, cedar cologne, that faint laundry detergent he used—and something else. perfume. sweet. not yours.

eren was on the couch in nothing but gray sweats, legs spread, one arm draped over the back, looking too calm for the tension snapping in your chest. across from him, some girl you vaguely recognized from the yard—delta, maybe—was perched on the armrest, laughing at something he’d said, hand resting too comfortable on his knee.

he looked up when you stepped in. eyes locked on yours. that slow, knowing smirk tugged his lips.

“there she is,” he said, voice low, like the room belonged to him and you were the only one who mattered in it.

the girl glanced over, smile faltering when she clocked your aka jacket, your glare, the way you didn’t bother closing the door all the way behind you.

you didn’t speak. just walked straight to him, hips swaying deliberate, stopped between his knees. looked down at him like the other girl wasn’t even there.

“move,” you said to her, voice sweet but steel underneath.

she blinked. hesitated.

eren’s hand came up slow, wrapped around your thigh just under the hem of your skirt, thumb stroking once. possessive. public.

“she was just leaving,” he said, eyes never leaving yours.

you twisted your lips just a bit, jaw tight, heat crawling up your neck. “eren, don’t,” you said, voice low but sharp, cutting through the haze of weed and cologne in the air.

you tossed your keys to the side of him, and they landed with a soft jangle on the couch, barely missing his thigh.

he laughed—a low, throaty sound that made your stomach flip even though you wanted to slap it off his face. “don’t what?” he asked, leaning back, hand still on your thigh, thumb brushing another slow circle that sent a jolt straight between your legs.

he tilted his head, eyes glinting with that quiet challenge he always pulled when he knew he had you wound up.

the girl stood up quick, her laugh from earlier vanished, replaced by a tight-lipped mumble of “i’ll text you later.” she brushed past you, shoulder grazing your aka jacket just enough to feel deliberate, her sweet vanilla perfume dragging behind her like a taunt you weren’t supposed to ignore.

“bitch, don’t text him,” you yelled, voice slicing through the room sharp and final.

she froze mid-step, turned slow, sucked her teeth loud enough to echo. her hand tightened around her keys, knuckles paling. “who the fuck you talking to?”

“bitch, you—like i said—”

eren’s hands were on you before the rest came out. he pulled you down hard onto his lap, thighs straddling his, skirt riding up in the process. one arm locked around your waist, the other sliding up your back under the jacket, palm flat and steady against your spine like he was anchoring you before you launched.

“chill,” he said low, right against your ear, breath warm. “i was just giving her something. i’m not fucking her.”

you twisted in his hold, glaring down at him even as your body settled against his chest. “giving her what? dick? weed? stop playing with me eren.”

you shoved at his shoulders, trying to push up off his lap, but the move was half-hearted—your hands lingered on his chest, fingers curling into his chest instead of pushing away.

he didn’t flinch. just tightened his grip on your waist, thumb brushing slow under the edge of your skirt—calm, deliberate, the same way he touched you when he wanted you focused on him and nothing else.

“her weed? then we kinda just talked about shit, but it wasnt’ nothing like that.” he said, voice even, eyes never leaving yours.

the girl was still standing by the door, keys jingling in her fist, lips pressed thin. she looked between you two like she was deciding whether to swing or leave with what dignity she had left.

eren didn’t even glance her way. his free hand came up, cupped the side of your face, thumb tracing your jaw until you looked back at him fully.

“you think i’d have her here if i was on some other shit?” he murmured, quiet enough it was just for you. “why would i do that to you.. you got everything i need..”

your breath was still coming fast, chest tight, that lump in your throat refusing to dissolve. but his voice.. low, steady, the same one he used when he had you pinned under him whispering how good you felt, started chipping away at the anger.

he leaned in, lips brushing yours just enough to tease. “it’s you. only you. nobody else gets this close. nobody else gets inside you. nobody else gets me hard just from walking in the room.”

you exhaled shaky, anger bleeding into heat. the girl cleared her throat once, awkward, then slipped out without another word. door clicked shut. locked this time.

you gripped at his hair, fingers twisting into the dark strands at the nape of his neck, tugging just hard enough to make him hiss low against your mouth. your other hand slid down, palm flattening over the growing length straining against his sweatpants—thick, hot, already twitching under your touch.

he groaned into the kiss, mouth crashing harder into yours, desperate and messy, like he was trying to swallow every sound you made.

his hands gripped your ass firm, kneading through the thin fabric of your skirt, then slipping under to find bare skin. he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, dragging them aside slow while he rocked you forward, guiding your hips so your slick heat ground down against the hard ridge of him.

the friction made you gasp, thighs trembling around his waist as he kept the rhythm—slow rolls at first, then deeper, pressing you down until you felt every inch of him throbbing through the layers.

“eren—” you broke the kiss, a thin string of spit snapping between your lips. you stared into his eyes—green, dark, locked on yours—and he stared right back, breathing rough.

“i really don’t want you to fuck anyone else,” you said, voice low, raw.

his gaze dropped to your lips, then flicked back up. something shifted in his expression—serious, unguarded.

“i won’t,” he said, hands still rubbing slow circles over your ass, thumbs pressing in. “never.”

you searched his face a beat, waiting for the dodge, the joke. nothing came. just him, steady, holding you close.

“you mean it?” you asked quieter, fingers loosening in his hair, sliding to his jaw.

he nodded once, leaned in, lips brushing yours soft at first. “nobody can make me feel like you do,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “can’t even see myself fuckin’ someone else.”

“it’s yours, swear.”

your breath caught. the last of the anger dissolved, turning straight to heat that pooled low and fast. you rocked down harder against him, deliberate, feeling his dick twitch thick under the sweats like it was answering you back.

you crawled up his body, clashing your lips into his—hungry, messy, all teeth and tongue. his hands grabbed at your ass right away, squeezing hard enough to leave prints, pulling you tighter while you fumbled at the waistband of his sweatpants, yanking them down impatient.

he laughed into your mouth, breath hot and amused. “shit, i’ll do it.”

he sat up quick, hips lifting so you could shove the fabric past his thighs. his dick sprung free—thick, long, veiny, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking like he’d been hard and waiting for this exact moment all night.

you wrapped your hand around him without thinking, stroking slow at first, then twisting at the head the way he liked—firm, thumb rubbing over the slit to spread the precum. he groaned deep against your lips, hips jerking up into your grip.

you kissed down his neck, teeth grazing the spot under his jaw that always made him curse. he gripped your ass harder, kneading, then slid one finger back—teasing the tight ring before pushing in slow, just the tip.

you winced sharp, body tensing. “erenn—stop,” you whined, voice pitching higher.

he laughed low, pulling his finger out right away. “okay, my bad,” he said, that mischievous grin spreading wide across his face, eyes glinting dark. but the grin faltered fast when you stroked him harder—tighter—pumping from base to tip with a little twist at the top.

his eyes rolled back for a second, head tipping against the couch, low “fuck” slipping out like he couldn’t hold it. his hips bucked up into your hand, chasing it, thighs tensing under you.

“keep going like that and i’m not lasting,” he rasped, voice wrecked, one hand sliding up to cup your face so you had to look at him. “want you on it. now.”

you didn’t argue. you shifted up, lined him up, and sank down slow—taking him inch by inch, stretching around the thickness until your ass met his thighs and you both groaned loud enough the neighbors probably heard.

he held you there a beat, hands locked on your hips, breathing hard against your neck. “feel that?” he whispered. “it’s all yours. i promise.”

then he started moving—deep, steady rolls at first, letting you adjust, before snapping up harder, hitting spots that made your vision blur and your nails dig into his shoulders.

you rode him back just as rough, grinding down every time he thrust up, the couch creaking under you, skin slapping quiet but obscene in the dim room.

“say it,” he growled, one hand sliding to your throat—not squeezing, just holding. “say it’s mine too.”

“it’s yours— daddy,” you gasped, voice breaking on a moan. “only yours.”

the word slipped out raw, needy, and his eyes flashed dark at it. he pulled your curls sharp—fingers twisting deep into the roots at the nape, yanking your head to the side until your neck arched, eyebrows slouching low, lips parted on a shaky exhale.

your brain went fuzzy fast, every deep stretch of his dick scrambling your thoughts until all that was left was the thick drag inside you, the way he filled you so full it hurt good, the way your walls fluttered helpless around him like they were trying to keep him there forever.

“fuck.” he rasped, voice wrecked, hips snapping up harder now, punching deep enough your thighs trembled and your toes curled against the couch. “say it again.”

his grip on your hair tightened, pulling just enough to sting sweet, and with each stroke sparks shot up your spine, making your humps lazier, legs shaking like they might give out any second. he waited, bottom lip sucked between his teeth, eyes heavy and locked on your face—watching every flicker, every gasp, every time your mouth fell open wider.

“say it.”

you tried to speak but it came out broken, breathy.

“it’s yours, eren.”

“what’s mine?” his voice dropped lower, almost a growl, hips rolling slow now—deliberate, grinding in deep circles so you felt every inch, every vein, pressing right against that spot that made your vision white at the edges.

“my puss—this pussy,” you gasped, words slurring together as another thrust punched the air out of you.

he moaned low against your shoulder, hot and damp, his hair sticking to your skin where sweat had started beading. the sound vibrated through you, rough and wrecked, like hearing you say it out loud broke something in him. his free hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise tomorrow, holding you still so he could fuck up into you deeper, faster, relentless.

he groaned louder this time, burying his face in your neck, teeth grazing your pulse while his thrusts turned sloppy, desperate—hips stuttering like he was losing the fight to hold back. “good girl,” he muttered, voice strained and wrecked. “so fucking good. gonna come inside my pussy…”

“you gonna let me?”

“yes—yes daddy please,” you gasped, the words tumbling out fast and broken, nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders as you clenched around him harder, pulling him deeper like your body was begging too.

eren’s grip on your hip tightened, fingers bruising, and he slammed in one last time—deep, deep enough your back arched off the couch, a sharp cry ripping from your throat. he came hard, hot pulses flooding you, spilling thick and messy inside until you felt it leak out around where he was still buried, dripping down your thighs and soaking the cushions beneath you.

he didn’t pull out right away. just stayed locked inside, grinding slow, lazy circles to push every last drop deeper while his breathing came ragged against your collarbone. “fuck,” he whispered, almost reverent, lips pressing soft open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.

like he was worshiping the mess he’d made of you.

then he flipped you gentle on the couch, easing out slow so you felt the drag of every inch leaving you empty and aching. he settled over you again, weight braced on his forearms, eyes dark and heavy as he hooked both your legs up high over his shoulders. your thighs pressed to your chest, folding you open, vulnerable, dripping his cum already leaking slow down your folds.

“just a little more,” he murmured, voice hoarse and thick. “let me nut in you again.”

you clawed at his abs—nails scraping over the tight ridges, feeling them flex under your touch—and managed a slight nod, too wrecked to speak full sentences. he lined himself up with your leaking, tight pussy, tip nudging your swollen entrance. his head eased back on a low groan as you swallowed just the head—walls fluttering greedy around him, pulling him in like they’d missed him already.

your feet tangled over his shoulders, ankles crossing behind his neck, locking him in place. his veins popped along his forearms, neck, everywhere—uncontrollable, pulsing with how hard he was fighting to go slow. “ugh fuck eren—” you whined, voice cracking, no where to go but deeper under him, pinned and spread and full.

he bottomed out in one smooth, deep slide—thick and unrelenting—until his balls pressed flush against your ass and your pussy leaked fresh around him, slick mixing with his cum from before. the stretch burned sweet, too much and exactly right, making your toes curl and your back arch off the cushions.

“shit,” he hissed, hips stuttering once before he locked them still, letting you feel him throb inside, stretching you to the limit.

he started moving—slow at first, pulling out halfway just to watch your pussy cling to him, then sinking back in deep, grinding at the base so his pelvis rubbed your clit every time. your legs shook over his shoulders, thighs trembling, heels digging into his back like you needed him closer, deeper, forever.

“oh my god—daddy—” the word slipped out again, small and desperate, and his eyes snapped to yours, dark and wild.

“mhm,” he rasped, pace picking up, thrusts turning harder, wetter, the couch creaking under the rhythm like it might give out any second. skin slapped quiet but filthy, your wetness coating him, dripping down to his balls with every plunge.

“it’s too—it’s in my stomach eren—fuck—” you pushed at his abs, palms flat against the hard ridges, trying to slow him, ease the overwhelming fullness that made your insides twist and flutter.

he caught your wrists easy, pulled them up and over your head, pinning them to the arm of the couch with one big hand. his fingers wrapped tight around both your wrists, holding you stretched out, open, helpless under him.

“it’s your dick?” he asked low, voice rough and teasing, eyes locked on yours while he gave you slow, deliberate strokes—pulling almost all the way out, letting you feel the drag of every vein, then sliding back in deep, bottoming out until his tip kissed that deep spot that made your vision blur.

your eyes twitched, lip quivering, breath hitching on every exhale. “m-mmhm”

“take it then,” he said, leaning down until his forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling hot and ragged. “like a good girl.”

he kept the rhythm torturously slow now—long, deep rolls that let you feel every inch stretching you, filling you, claiming every bit of space inside. your walls fluttered helpless around him, trying to grip, trying to pull him deeper even as your body shook from how full you were. tears pricked the corners of your eyes—not pain, just too much, too good, too everything.

“look at me,” he ordered soft, free hand sliding up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing the tear that slipped free. “let me see those pretty eyes while you take daddy’s dick. show me how much you love it.”

you forced your gaze up, lashes wet, eyebrows slouched, lips parted on shaky gasps. he groaned low at the sight—hips stuttering once before he locked back into that slow grind, pelvis circling so your clit dragged against him every time he bottomed out.

“good girl,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tear track. “so fuckin’ good for me.”

your hand broke free from his loose hold and you pushed at his chest, palms flat against the hard muscle. he eased back slow, pulling out with a wet drag that made you both hiss—his dick slick and shining with your cream, your pussy clenching empty around nothing.

he laughed low, breath hot against your neck. “eren, you’re being too rough,” you pouted, voice small and shaky, lips pushed out in that way that always got him.

he kissed your neck soft—open-mouthed, lingering—right over the spot he’d been biting earlier. “i’m sorry baby,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin with every word. “i can’t help it. you feel too good. look too good. sound too good.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him—still hazy, still sensitive, thighs trembling from how deep he’d been. “let me ride again,” you said, quieter now, almost shy. “i hate when you pin me down.”

eren sucked his teeth, that sharp, playful sound he made when he was pretending to be annoyed. he sat back on the couch proper, legs spread wide, dick still hard and glistening, head pushed back against the cushion. he smiled—slow, lazy, eyes half-lidded and dark.

“okay,” he said, voice rough but soft at the edges. “c’mere.”

you turned around slow, body still loose and liquid from coming twice already. you wedged yourself between his legs, back pressing to his chest, the heat of him wrapping around you like a blanket. your head fell back against his shoulder, curls spilling over his collarbone, and he wrapped one arm around your waist, the other sliding up to cup your breast gentle, thumb brushing lazy over your nipple.

“like this?” he asked, lips at your ear, breath warm. his free hand guided his dick, still slick with you. until the thick head nudged your entrance again. you nodded, small and needy, lifting your hips just enough.

he helped you sink down—slow this time, letting you control it. you took him inch by inch, walls fluttering around the stretch, still sensitive and swollen. when your ass met his thighs and he bottomed out, you both groaned low—yours high and shaky, his deep and wrecked.

“fuck,” he breathed against your neck, hands sliding to your hips now, holding but not forcing. “there you go.”

you started moving, slow rolls at first, grinding down in lazy circles so his tip pressed right against that deep spot every time.

your hands braced on his thighs behind you, nails digging in for leverage as you lifted and dropped, setting your own rhythm. the angle hit perfect, him filling you full, your clit rubbing against his base with every grind.

you leaned your head back further, turning to catch his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues sliding, teeth grazing. his hands roamed, up your sides, over your breasts, pinching your nipples light until you whimpered into his mouth. he kept one hand low, fingers finding your clit, circling slow in time with your hips.

“faster?” he asked against your lips, voice strained.

you nodded frantic, picking up speed, bouncing now, ass slapping soft against his thighs, wet sounds filling the room every time you dropped down. your legs shook, thighs burning, but you didn’t stop. the pressure built fast again, coiling tight in your belly.

“i’m gonna— eren.” your voice cracked, hips stuttering.

“i know,” he rasped, fingers rubbing your clit faster, harder. “cream on my shit.”

you shattered, back arching, head falling against his shoulder, a broken cry tearing from your throat as you pulsed around him, walls clamping down hard, milking him. he groaned loud, hips bucking up once, twice, then he came with you, hot pulses spilling deep inside, mixing with everything already there.

he held you through it, arms wrapped tight around your waist, lips pressed to your temple, breathing hard against your skin.

“good girl,” he whispered again, softer now, kissing your shoulder. “my good girl.”

you stayed like that, back to his chest, his dick softening slow inside you, cum leaking lazy down your thighs. his hand rubbed slow circles on your stomach, soothing, possessive, fingers splayed wide like he was trying to hold every bit of you in place.

“so, you were jealous?” he broke the moment, voice low and teasing, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it, head still resting against his shoulder. “eren don’t.”

he chuckled soft, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back. his hand slid lower, palm flat against your lower belly, thumb tracing lazy patterns just above where you were still joined. “nah, i’m serious. you came in here looking ready to fight. threw your keys like you were about to swing. that was cute as hell.”

you huffed, shifting a little so his softening length slipped out with a wet sound that made you both inhale sharp. cum dripped thicker now, warm and messy, trailing down your inner thighs. you reached down slow, fingers brushing through the slick, pushing some back inside absentmindedly while he watched over your shoulder.

“cute?” you echoed, voice dry. “i was two seconds from killing you— stop playing.”

eren’s arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left. he kissed the side of your neck, slow and open-mouthed, then nipped light. “i’m not playing. i liked it. seeing you get mad. got me hard all over again just thinking about it.”

you felt him twitch against your ass, already half-interested despite coming twice. you turned your head just enough to catch his eye. “your crazy.”

“only for you,” he said simple, no tease this time, just fact. his free hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “but for real. you don’t gotta worry about nobody else. i told you that before you even walked through the door tonight. she was nothing. you’re everything.”

you searched his face a second, looking for the crack, the lie. nothing. just those green eyes steady on yours, soft in the dim light from the lamp across the room.

“promise?” you asked quieter, almost small.

he nodded once, serious. “swear on my life. nobody else gets this. nobody else gets me. just you.”

you exhaled slow, tension bleeding out of your shoulders. you leaned back fully into him again, letting your head rest heavy on his chest, listening to his heartbeat steady and strong.

“mhmm,” you murmured, soft and sleepy, shifting to get up. your legs felt like jelly, thighs sticky, body still humming from everything he’d done to you.

but he pulled you right back down, arms locking around your waist gentle but firm. his face softened, serious now, damp hair sticking to your back where sweat had cooled. “you’re not gonna promise yourself to me?”

you paused, half-turned in his lap, looking at him over your shoulder. his eyes were locked on yours, green and steady, no smirk, no tease. just him, waiting.

“well since you’re begging and shit,” you started, voice light but cracking at the edges, “i promise—”

he cut you off by sliding his hand lower, fingers finding your clit easy, rubbing slow circles that made your breath hitch sharp. “stop playin’,” he said low, voice rough but quiet, thumb pressing just right.

you looked into his eyes, a gasp escaping your lips as the touch sent fresh sparks up your spine. your hips twitched forward instinctive, chasing his fingers even though you were still sensitive, still full of him from before.

“i promise everything to you, eren,” you whispered, voice trembling but sure. “everything. my body, my time, my heart. all of it. just you.”

his fingers slowed but didn’t stop, keeping that gentle pressure while he searched your face like he was memorizing every word. then he leaned in, forehead pressing to yours, breath mingling warm and close.

“say it again,” he murmured, thumb circling lazy now, coaxing soft whimpers from you. “tell me you’re mine. all mine.”

“i’m yours,” you breathed, eyes fluttering half-shut. “all yours. nobody else. swear.”

he groaned low, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. his free hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip before he kissed you—slow, deep, like he was sealing it. tongues sliding lazy, no rush, just tasting each other while his fingers kept rubbing soft circles below.

when he pulled back, his eyes were darker, softer, something vulnerable flickering there for just a second. “good,” he said, voice hoarse. “because i’m yours too. all the way. no half-steppin’. no side shit. just us.”

you nodded, small and quick, curling tighter against him. his arms wrapped around you fully now, one hand still between your thighs but not pushing anymore—just holding, warm and steady.

“we’re doing this right,” he whispered against your temple. “no more fighting over dumb shit. no more wondering. you and me. official.”

he kissed the top of your head, arms tightening like he never planned to let go. the room was quiet except for your breathing, the faint drip of the faucet in the kitchen, the low hum of the fridge. cum still leaked slow down your thighs, sticky and warm, but neither of you moved to clean up yet.

“shower in a minute,” he murmured, hand rubbing your back now in slow strokes. “then bed. you’re staying tonight. and every night after if i get my way.”

you laughed weak, sleepy. “bossy.”

“your bossy,” he corrected, kissing your shoulder.

you didn’t argue. just sank deeper into him, letting his heartbeat lull you, his arms hold you, his promise settle over you like a blanket.

jealousy gone.

doubt gone.

just you and eren.

Mr. kennedy was your best friend's dad and you were already ruined for anyone else long before you admitted it to yourself.

you never knew what he did because he was never fucking there. the porsche cayenne turbo gt would be gone before your sneakers even hit the porch—sometimes still warm in the garage like he'd only just peeled out after another middle-of-the-night call that nobody was allowed to ask about. you'd show up after school and the house would feel too quiet without him, like the air itself was holding its breath waiting for him to come back. he missed lucas's games.

you'd sit in the bleachers scanning the same empty spot where other dads recorded every play, phones up, proud, present. leon's seat stayed empty. always. while he was god knows where doing god knows what, that sleek black cayenne sat untouched in the garage like some expensive apology nobody wanted to accept.

he was barely home when ellane started fucking someone else. you heard the fights leaking through the walls—low, vicious, words like “how long this time?” and “you don’t even care anymore.” you saw the strange car in the driveway at 2 a.m., windows fogged, rocking just enough. you smelled the wrong perfume on the couch cushions the next morning, sweet and cheap and clinging.

but leon was barely home.

always barely.

disappearing for “work trips” that stretched into weeks, coming back quieter each time, eyes older, shoulders heavier, leaving behind a single coffee mug in the sink or the sharp metallic tang of gun oil and exhaust to prove he’d existed there at all.

then one humid summer day you walked over in that white dress. so thin the sun made it almost nothing—soft outline of your bra showing through, bright pink shorts flashing underneath every time the fabric shifted against your thighs.

curls bouncing loose down your back. nails digging crescent moons into your own shoulders because your stomach was already twisting with something you refused to name.

and there he was.

leon kennedy stepping out of the cayenne in full tactical gear, phone still pressed to his ear, sweat-dark hair sticking to his forehead, faint streak of dirt or blood or both along his jaw. he looked like he’d just walked through fire and come out the other side smoking. shoulders rolling under the weight of whatever invisible thing he carried. he shut the door with a soft click. his eyes found you instantly. and stayed.

the hard lines of his face eased—just a fraction, just enough for you to feel it in your chest like a door cracking open. he probably thought you were there for lucas. he tilted his head toward the house. “lucas is inside,” he said, voice low, rough from disuse, but there was this buried thread of kindness in it that made your lashes flutter.

you followed him anyway.

the scent hit you first—gun oil, worn leather, clean sweat, something faintly metallic like blood or cordite that clung to his gear and made your thighs press together without permission. it mixed with the burnt-sugar-char smell drifting from the kitchen—ellane’s latest welcome-home disaster. she always tried. she always failed. he’d eat it anyway. he always did. compliment her like the roast wasn’t charcoal, like the marriage wasn’t ash.

“i’m home—” he called, voice carrying through the hallway lined with perfect family photos from years when he was still around enough to be in them.

ellane rushed him—arms tight around his neck like none of the cheating or screaming had ever happened. you tried to slip past. she grabbed you too, cupped your face with those same hands. you jerked back fast. forced smile. “hi miss ellane—”

smoke curled thicker. “shit, the roast,” she muttered, heels clicking away in a cloud of denial.

leon stood in the entryway peeling gear slow. heavy vest thudding to the floor. holsters unclipped one by one. gloves tugged off scarred, bruised knuckles finger by finger until his hands were bare. “i need a shower,” he said, voice gravel and exhaustion, like the sentence had been sitting in his throat for days.

then he looked at you. really looked. blue eyes catching yours longer than they should have. a small, tired smile pulled at his mouth—the kind that said he was too worn out to hide how much it meant that someone noticed he’d made it back alive. it hit you like a fist to the sternum.

he turned. climbed the stairs. boots heavy on wood. black shirt clinging to the broad plane of his back, faint ridges of scars showing through damp fabric. you stayed rooted, pulse slamming in your ears, kitchen smoke swirling, mind looping that tiny private smile over and over like a song you couldn’t turn off.

soon after, you followed.

white flats creaking. heart knocking. passed the bathroom door—cracked open. steam curling out.

he stood at the sink. not in the shower yet. tactical pants slung dangerously low. belt unbuckled. black shirt half-open. hand wiping a slow streak through the fogged mirror. and there he was—leon. dick hanging heavy even soft between thick thighs. chest mapped with fresh red scratches, older purple bruises, stories carved into skin he’d never share. knuckles white on the sink edge. staring at himself like he didn’t recognize the man looking back.

your breath snagged. eyes wide. then he looked over. blue locked right on yours through the crack.

you stumbled back—flats squeaking—ran to lucas’s room like you hadn’t just seen everything.

lucas was on his bed, ipod on his stomach, headphones in, eyes closed. jumped when you flopped down. “shit—you scared the fuck outta me.” “sorry.” you giggled, dress riding up, pink peeking more than it should. “your dad’s home. your mom’s cooking again.”

he groaned. dropped back. scrolled without looking. “he came in here. tried to talk. i told him to get the fuck out.”

you sat up fast. “and?”

“and i’m done pretending he gives a shit.” bitter smile that didn’t touch his eyes.

you frowned. “hey. you’re being too hard on him.”

he sucked his teeth. rubbed a hand over his stomach—abs flexing, waistband low, boxer briefs showing. “you don’t get it. my whole life he’s been gone. every time he comes back they want me to act normal. like he didn’t miss birthdays, games, everything.”

he got up. walked to the window. stared out like he could escape through the glass. shoulders tense. hands shoved in pockets. same way his dad stood when he was swallowing words.

quiet. only the faint tinny music leaking from the dangling headphone.

“lucas.” you sat up. flats tipping off the bed. “you only get one dad.”

he didn’t turn right away. just stared. jaw tight. fingers flexing. then slow. eyes met yours. sharp. tired. “well i might as well not have one.” shrugged like it didn’t matter. eyes lingered on you a beat too long. waiting for you to argue.

you didn’t know what to say.

downstairs the burnt roast smell thickened. you ended up at the table anyway. across from him.

leon in a plain white t-shirt now—still damp at the collar, fabric stretched tight over chest and shoulders, sleeves hugging biceps, hair pushed back wet. cleaner. no less tired. lines around his eyes deeper in the warm light.

ellane clinked plates too loud. forced smile. “dig in.”

lucas stared at his food. fork unmoving. wouldn’t look up. shoulders hunched. jaw working like he was chewing glass.

leon glanced at him. once. twice. mouth opened. closed. picked up his fork instead.

quiet except silverware scraping. fridge humming.

you caught leon’s eye. just a second. his gaze steady. searching. that same small tired smile flickered—like he remembered you were there. like maybe you were the only one not lying tonight. your stomach flipped so hard you almost gasped.

lucas finally stabbed a piece of roast. eyes stayed down.

“so how was the trip?” ellane’s voice too light.

leon’s grip tightened on the fork. knuckles white. “you know i can’t talk about it.”

“yeah. we know.” lucas rolled his eyes. voice cracked. “what the fuck could you be doing that you miss your son’s birthday?”

leon set fork down slow. breath through nose. “lucas. watch your mouth—”

“no.” lucas gripped his fork harder. hair falling forward. “you don’t get to tell me that."

"look where we live. you have everything—and you get mad at me for working?” mr. kennedy leaned forward, elbows on the table, hands forming a bridge over his lips.

table dead silent. fridge hum. ellane’s glass hitting wood too hard.

lucas shoved chair back. “i’m done.” footsteps pounding upstairs.

ellane stared at her plate. tears welling. leon rubbed his face. exhaled slow.

you couldn’t move. because even in the wreckage all you could think about was following him up those stairs. into whatever dark corner he’d disappear to. letting him see how much you weren’t avoiding him.

“fuck, leon. you do this every time.” ellane stood sharp. plates clattering.

his phone buzzed. screen lit. blocked name.

ellane paused. eyes narrow. “so you’re leaving again.”

leon stood. “i have to take this.”

she laughed—short. bitter. “go save the world. we’ll be fine. we always are.”

he looked at her. then at you. voice dropped. “i’ll be back. soon as i can.”

ellane snorted. “that’s what you said last time.”

he stepped away. phone to ear. voice shifting clipped. professional. “yeah, this is kennedy. talk to me.”

kitchen quiet except running water. ellane scrubbing like the plate owed her something.

you stood slow. heart hammering. eyes followed the line of his back disappearing.

ellane glanced over. eyes red. “you can check on lucas. he needs a friend.”

you nodded. feet didn’t move right away. because part of you wanted to chase him instead. slip down the hall. hear his voice low on the phone. watch his free hand rub the back of his neck. feel that pull in your stomach tighten until it hurt.

but you went upstairs.

that night you stayed. lucas cried in your lap—face buried against your thigh, shoulders shaking, quiet sobs muffled into your dress so no one downstairs would hear. parts of him the football team never saw. they saw the captain with the cool dad, cool car, hot mom. never this—curled small, tears soaking thin white fabric, fingers gripping your hip like you were the only anchor left.

you stroked his hair. curls damp from sweat and salt. whispered “it’s okay” even though nothing was. his breathing hitched every time he tried to speak—half-words about missed birthdays, slammed doors, broken promises—then melted back into silence.

you let him cry until his body went heavy, exhausted, until sobs turned to slow even breaths and he finally drifted off against you.

the house was quiet now. ellane passed out on the couch with an empty wine bottle on the coffee table, tv flickering blue light across her face.

leon was gone—slipped out the back door after the call, porsche rumbling away into the night before anyone could say goodbye. maybe he didn’t want one.

you sat there in the dim lamp light, his head still in your lap, weight warm and solid. your dress had ridden up again, pink shorts peeking, but you didn’t fix it. your hand stayed in his hair, thumb tracing slow circles on his scalp like it could erase the hurt.

but your mind wasn’t all on him.

every few minutes your eyes drifted to the hallway, to the closed door of leon’s room down the way. you pictured him coming back—quiet footsteps on the stairs, tactical gear shed somewhere, that white t-shirt clinging again from whatever sweat or rain he’d walked through.

imagined him pausing at lucas’s door, seeing you there holding his son, your legs bare, curls messy from the long night.

imagined his eyes lingering—not on lucas this time but on you. the way they had at dinner—quick but burning. the way his voice dropped when he said your name even if he hadn’t said it out loud yet.

your thighs pressed together under lucas’s cheek, a slow ache building low in your belly. guilt twisted sharp—you were here for your best friend, the one breaking in your arms—but the obsession was louder now. louder than his soft snores, louder than the fridge humming downstairs.

you wanted leon to come home. wanted him to see you like this—soft, caring, loyal. and still want you anyway. wanted him to step into the room, close the door quiet, and look at you the way no one else ever had.

you waited until lucas’s breathing settled deep and steady, his arm still heavy across your waist like he needed you to stay.

you eased out from under him slowly, sliding a pillow beneath his head so he wouldn’t wake, then slipped barefoot from the room, leaving your flats behind by the door.

the hallway was dark and silent, ellane’s faint snores drifting up from the couch downstairs where the tv still flickered blue light across the walls.

you stopped at his mom and dad’s bedroom door, fingers curling around the cool handle, heart pounding hard enough to ache. you pushed it open quietly and stepped inside.

the room smelled mostly of him—gun oil, leather, the sharp clean soap from his quick shower. the bed was still mostly made, he’d only come in after dinner to change, leaving tactical pants slung over the footboard, black shirt crumpled on the floor, white t-shirt folded neat on the dresser next to his keys and charger.

no warmth lingered in the sheets, just his scent hanging in the air like he’d barely been here.

you closed the door with a soft click and stood for a moment, thighs already pressing together, pink shorts damp against your skin. you moved to the bed and sat on his side, fingers tracing the cool fabric where he should have lain. leaning down, you pressed your face into his pillow and inhaled deep—that sharp, masculine smell of him, clean and smoky from whatever hell he’d come back from. your curls spilled forward, brushing your cheeks as you buried deeper.

your hand slipped under the dress slowly, thumb brushing over your clit through the thin fabric, swollen and sensitive from earlier. you pushed your shorts aside, fingers sliding in, rubbing slow tight circles as the pressure built quick and hot.

you pictured him walking in right now, catching you there—legs spread, curls wild against his pillow, fingers buried deep. imagined his blue eyes darkening, stepping closer, dick already hard and heavy as he watched.

“couldn’t wait?” his voice low and rough, hand wrapping around your throat gentle but firm, pulling you up to kiss you hard while his thick calloused fingers replaced yours, stretching you open.

you moaned softly into the pillow to muffle it, hips rocking against your hand, slick sounds filling the quiet room.

you whispered his name. “leon”—barely audible, like a secret slipping out.

orgasm hit fast, thighs shaking as you clenched hard around your fingers, wishing it was him inside you instead. you trembled through it, whole body lit up, then sank back panting, curls fanned across his pillow, skin flushed and glowing in the dim hallway light leaking through the crack.

guilt flickered but faded quick, drowned by the ache that only grew stronger. you lay there a minute longer, breathing his scent.

then you fixed your dress, smoothed your curls, slipped out quietly, and closed the door behind you.

you quietly walked down the stairs, a little thirsty. until you saw the lights move through the blinds. mr. leon was back. and that made you wetter than anything imaginable.

you leaned over the sink, grabbing a glass to fill with water, heart already racing. his keys twisted in the lock, boots echoed heavy through the quiet house, then stopped at the kitchen entryway.

“oh, you’re still here?” he walked in, lights dim from the streetlights outside filtering through the blinds, casting soft stripes across his face. he looked tired—hair damp again, white t-shirt clinging a little from the night air, tactical pants low on his hips like he hadn’t bothered to change yet.

“yes sir, my parents don’t mind me staying.” you raised the cup to your lips slow, taking a sip while your bare feet rubbed together against your ankle. you leaned forward over the kitchen island, dress shifting up just enough to show more thigh, pink shorts peeking underneath. your curls fell forward, brushing your shoulders as you held his gaze.

he nodded faintly, eyes flicking down for a second before coming back up. he placed both hands on the island, leaning in opposite you, close enough that you could smell the faint gun oil and rain on him.

“look—” he bit at his lip, voice low and rough from the long night. “i’m sorry about what happened earlier. you didn’t need to see that.”

you set the glass down soft, fingers lingering on the cool rim. your thighs pressed together under the island, the ache between them sharp and insistent now that he was right there, real, not just a scent in his pillow. you tilted your head a little, curls shifting, and met his eyes steady.

“i didn’t mind,” you said quiet, voice barely above a whisper. “i mean… i saw a lot tonight. and i’m still here.”

his jaw ticked once, blue eyes searching your face like he was trying to read something he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. the kitchen felt smaller, air thicker, the only sound the low hum of the fridge and your own pulse loud in your ears.

he exhaled slow, one hand rubbing the back of his neck—the same way he did when he was stressed or thinking too hard. “you’re a good kid. good to lucas. he needs that.”

you nodded, but your eyes dropped to his mouth for a second, then lower to the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest, outlining every scar and muscle you’d imagined touching. “he does,” you agreed. “but… you’re here now.”

he didn’t move, but his fingers flexed on the island countertop, knuckles whitening just a bit. the space between you felt charged, like one wrong breath would snap it.

“i- i gotta get some sleep.” his voice broke the silence, rough and low, like he was trying to convince himself more than you.

you reached for his hand without thinking, fingers brushing his knuckles soft at first then curling around them. your eyes quivered, lashes wet, lips poked out just a little in that small pout you couldn’t help when you were nervous and wanting all at once.

“mr. leon.”

he froze. completely. breath catching sharp in his chest. his hand stayed under yours, warm calloused skin against your palm, but he didn’t pull away. didn’t step back. just stared down at where you were touching him like the contact burned.

your thumb traced slow over one of his knuckles, feeling the faint scar there, the roughness from years of holding guns and fighting things no one should have to fight. your curls shifted forward as you leaned in closer over the island, voice barely above a whisper.

“you don’t have to go yet.”

his eyes flicked up to yours, blue dark in the dim streetlight stripes, pupils blown wide. he swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing. “this is… we can’t.”

but his fingers flexed again, not to pull free, but to curl just slightly around yours. holding on. like he was fighting every instinct screaming at him to stop and losing the fight anyway.

you stepped around the island slow, bare feet quiet on the tile, until you were right in front of him. close enough that your chest brushed his, dress thin enough he could feel how hard your nipples were through the fabric. you tilted your head up, curls falling back over your shoulders, eyes locked on his.

“please,” you breathed, lips so close to his you could feel the heat from his mouth. “just… stay a minute. with me.”

his free hand came up slow, hesitant, like he was giving himself one last chance to stop. fingers grazed your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. he looked wrecked—tired, guilty, hungry all at once.

“you don’t know what you’re asking,” he murmured, voice gravel thick.

your hand slid up his arm, feeling the muscle tense under your touch. “i do.”

he exhaled shaky, forehead dropping to rest against yours. eyes closed for a second like he was praying for strength he didn’t have. then his hand cupped the back of your neck, fingers threading into your curls, holding you there.

his mouth crashed into yours—rough, desperate, tasting like coffee and regret. tongue sliding in deep, claiming like he’d been starving for it. you moaned soft into him, hands fisting his t-shirt, pulling him closer until there was no more space left.

he lifted you easy onto the island, your ass hitting the cool countertop, legs wrapping around his waist instinctive. his hips pressed forward, hard length straining against his pants right between your thighs. you rocked against him once, twice, whimpering into his mouth as friction hit exactly where you needed.

he broke the kiss gasping, lips on your neck now, teeth grazing soft then biting down light. “fuck… we shouldn’t.”

but his hands were under your dress already, pushing it up, fingers hooking into your pink shorts and tugging them down your thighs. you lifted your hips to help, breath hitching when cool air hit your slick folds.

he groaned low against your skin when he felt how wet you were, fingers sliding through you slow, teasing your clit with rough circles. “been like this all night?”

you nodded frantic, curls bouncing. “since you came back… since dinner… since i saw you in the bathroom…”

his fingers pushed inside you—two thick, stretching you open while his thumb kept working your clit. you cried out soft, head falling back, but his other hand covered your mouth quick.

“quiet, baby. lucas is upstairs. ellane’s right there.”

you nodded against his palm, eyes rolling as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your thighs shake. he kissed you again to muffle your moans, tongue deep, hips grinding against his hand like he was fucking you through it.

it built fast—too fast. you clenched around his fingers hard, back arching, coming with a muffled cry into his mouth. he worked you through it slow, drawing it out until you were trembling limp against him.

he pulled his hand free slow, brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, eyes locked on yours the whole time. dark. possessive.

then he stepped back just enough to breathe, forehead against yours again, voice wrecked. “go back upstairs. before i do something we can’t take back.”

but his hands stayed on your thighs, thumbs stroking soft circles, like he couldn’t let go yet.

you touched his face, thumb over his lip. “what if i want you to?”

he closed his eyes, jaw tight.

the kitchen stayed silent except for your heavy breathing and the distant hum of the fridge. upstairs lucas slept. downstairs ellane snored.

and right here, in the dim light, the obsession wasn’t just yours anymore.

“i can’t… we can’t, this was—” he started again, voice cracking low.

you rubbed his face gentle, eyebrows slouched, thumb still tracing his bottom lip. “mr. kennedy, i really want this…”

you leaned against his chest, cheek pressing to the warm cotton of his t-shirt, feeling his heart hammer under your ear. your eyes looked back up at him, soft and pleading, feet dangling off the island edge, toes brushing his calves.

“i really want this. please.”

he bit at his lip hard enough to leave a mark, eyes flicking down to where your dress had bunched around your hips, pink shorts still tugged halfway down your thighs, slick shining on your skin from what he’d just done. he wanted this too—god, he wanted it bad. the way your curls framed your face in the streetlight glow, the way your lips parted when you breathed his name, the way your body fit against his like it belonged there. every inch of him ached to give in.

but he was too respectful to finish. the only job he couldn’t finish.

his hands flexed on your thighs, thumbs still stroking those slow circles, but slower now, like he was trying to talk himself out of it. he exhaled rough through his nose, forehead dropping to rest against yours again.

“baby,” he murmured, voice wrecked and quiet, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

you shifted closer, legs tightening around his waist, pulling him in until his hips pressed flush against you again. you could feel him—hard, thick, straining against his pants right where you needed him most. you rocked once, slow, deliberate, and he hissed low, fingers digging into your skin.

“i do know,” you whispered, lips brushing his jaw. “i’ve known since i saw you in the bathroom. since dinner. since you looked at me like that. i want you, mr. kennedy. all of you.”

he groaned soft, almost pained, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your curls. he held you there, not pushing away, not pulling closer—just holding, like he was afraid to move and make the decision real.

“if we do this,” he said, voice barely above a breath, “there’s no going back. lucas… ellane… everything changes.”

you nodded against him, nose brushing his throat. “i know.”

he stayed silent a long beat, thumb stroking the nape of your neck now, the way he might soothe lucas when he was little. then he tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing your eyes to his.

blue met yours—dark, conflicted, burning.

“tell me to stop,” he said one last time, almost begging. “tell me right now and i’ll walk away. i’ll go upstairs, sleep on the couch, pretend this never happened.”

your heart slammed against your ribs. you leaned in instead, lips grazing his, soft at first, then deeper.

“don’t stop,” you breathed into his mouth. “please don’t stop.”

that was it.

his control snapped quiet and clean.

he kissed you hard again, tongue deep, hands shoving your dress up higher. he yanked your shorts the rest of the way off, tossing them somewhere in the dark. his fingers were back between your legs quick—two sliding in deep, curling just right while his thumb circled your clit rougher now, no teasing.

you gasped into his mouth, hips bucking. he swallowed the sound, free hand gripping your ass to hold you steady as he worked you open, prepping you fast because he couldn’t wait anymore.

he broke the kiss long enough to undo his belt with one hand, zipper down, pants shoved low enough. his dick sprang free—heavy, thick, tip already leaking. he stroked himself once, twice, eyes locked on yours.

“last chance,” he rasped.

you wrapped your legs tighter, heels digging into his back. “please fuck me leon.”

he lined up slow, pressing the head against you, stretching you inch by inch. you both groaned low—he from how tight and wet you were, you from how full he made you feel right away. he bottomed out with a shaky breath, hips flush to yours, holding still for a second so you could adjust.

then he moved—slow at first, deep rolls that hit every spot, building steady. your nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt, head falling back as he fucked you on the kitchen island like he’d been starving for it.

“fuck… so good,” he muttered against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “been thinking about this… shouldn’t have… but i have.”

you whimpered, clenching around him. “me too… every time you looked at me…”

he picked up pace, harder now, the island creaking under you. one hand covered your mouth again to keep you quiet, the other braced on the counter beside you. he watched your face the whole time—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, curls bouncing with every thrust.

those nasty wet sounds louder than the tv downstairs the snores the distant hum of the fridge lucas’s steady breathing upstairs. everything else faded just the slick slide of him inside you the way your body gripped him tight every time he pulled back slow then pushed in deep.

his hand traveled up under your dress cupping one tit rough but careful thumb brushing your nipple until it pebbled hard. he pinched it gentle then firmer rolling it between his fingers making you arch against him a soft whimper slipping out before you could stop it.

he moaned low into your neck lips brushing your skin hot breath fanning over you. “fuck… you feel so fucking good.” his voice gravel thick wrecked from holding back so long. hips rolling steady deep not rushing just savoring every inch every clench.

his eyes rolled back a little as your pussy sucked him in every time he pulled out slow glossy and clinging like it didn’t want to let go. you gripped at his hair fingers tangling in the damp strands and his head tilted just a fraction letting you see his face—eyes half-lidded jaw slack mouth parted in a silent groan.

he watched himself disappear inside you thick shaft stretching you open slick coating him shiny every time he pulled back. “you wanted this… you wanted your best friend’s dad’s dick?” he slowed his hips grinding them in lazy circles letting his fat head drag against every sensitive spot dragging out the cream from your pussy white and messy dripping down your thighs onto the countertop.

“y-yes… it feels so good.” your lips quivered softly and so did your legs wrapped tight around his waist heels digging into his lower back. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the stretch the fullness the overwhelming heat of him but it wasn’t pain it was too much in the best way.

he sucked at your neck hard enough to leave slight bruises blooming under your skin dark little marks you’d have to hide tomorrow. your pussy made those wet obscene sounds every thrust loud in the quiet kitchen louder than the tv downstairs the snores the fridge hum. slick slapping skin on skin the wet slide of him pulling out and pushing back in.

“look at you,” he murmured rough against your throat tongue flicking over the fresh bruise. “taking me so deep… creaming all over my dick.” his hand slid down between you thumb finding your clit rubbing firm slow circles matching the grind of his hips.

you whimpered nails scraping his scalp hips bucking up to meet him needy clumsy. “leon… please… don’t stop.”

you gripped the edge of the island hard knuckles white breathing the pain away trying to relax around him even though every inch still burned sweet and full. “fuuck.” leon groaned into your neck voice breaking rough as he felt you clench again.

he wedged a hand down between you fingers wrapping around the base of his dick slick with your wetness. he pulled out slow the thick head dragging against your walls until it popped free with a wet obscene sound that echoed in the quiet kitchen louder than anything else.

he came right then hot thick ropes spilling across your pussy painting your folds your clit your swollen lips. you looked down watching it drip slow down to your hole some sliding inside on its own some clinging to your skin shiny in the dim streetlight.

his dick twitched jerked against you still hard pulsing leaking the last drops as he stroked himself once twice through the mess.

he laughed low breathless “shit…” almost disbelieving. then he rubbed the head of his dick through the cum smearing it over your clit down your slit pushing it back inside your tight pussy with slow deliberate rolls of his hips. the stretch came again softer this time slicker easier but still so full.

his head tilted back a deep groan escaping his lips eyes squeezed shut like he couldn’t believe how good it felt.

he pulled out again slow this time the wet drag making you both gasp. his dick still hard slick with everything you’d made together he didn’t let you catch your breath just wrapped an arm around your waist and lowered you to the kitchen floor gentle but firm.

your back hit the cool tile first then your shoulders curls fanning out dark against the pale floor like spilled ink. he followed right down kneeling between your thighs mouth already on you kissing hot open-mouthed trails everywhere.

started at your collarbone tongue flicking over the faint bruises he’d left earlier soothing them then sucking fresh ones lower on your chest. lips closed around one nipple teeth grazing light enough to make you arch whimpering soft his hand cupping the other tit thumb circling the peak until it ached sweet.

he kissed down your stomach slow deliberate tasting the sweat the salt the faint sweetness of your skin. paused at your navel dipped his tongue in once making your hips jerk up involuntary.

then lower kissing the soft skin just above your mound fingers spreading your thighs wider so he could see the mess he’d left—cum still dripping slow from your hole mixing with your own wetness shining on your folds.

he groaned low against your inner thigh teeth nipping the tender skin there leaving another small mark. “fuck… look at you leaking me.” his voice rough wrecked breath hot on your pussy. tongue flicked out once catching a drop sliding down your thigh then dragged up slow licking a long stripe through your folds tasting both of you.

you cried out soft hand flying to your mouth to muffle it hips lifting toward his mouth needy. he didn’t tease long just buried his face deeper tongue pushing inside you lapping up the cum he’d pushed in earlier mixing it with your slick sucking gentle on your clit then harder when you started trembling.

his hands gripped your hips holding you down while his mouth worked you open again tongue fucking in and out slow then fast circling your clit with firm pressure until your thighs shook hard around his head.

“leon…” your voice broke high and quiet fingers tangling in his hair pulling him closer.

he hummed against you the vibration sending sparks up your spine then pulled back just enough to look up at you—eyes dark lips shiny chin wet curls of his hair sticking to his forehead.

“come again for me baby,” he murmured voice thick. “right here on the floor where anyone could walk in.”

that thought alone—lucas upstairs ellane downstairs the risk—made you clench hard. he dove back in sucking your clit steady tongue flicking fast until you shattered thighs clamping around his ears back arching off the tile a choked cry muffled into your own arm.

he kept licking soft through the aftershocks drawing it out until you were shaking overstimulated pushing weakly at his head. he kissed his way back up slow gentle now lips brushing every mark he’d made every place he’d tasted.

when he reached your mouth he kissed you deep letting you taste yourself on his tongue mixed with him salty sweet and thick. his dick still hard heavy against your thigh twitching like it wanted back inside right now.

he gently flipped you onto your stomach knees pressing into the cold tile already bruising from the hard floor. his hands slid under your hips lifting your ass up high your back arching pretty your curls spilling forward over your shoulders and onto the floor.

your pussy glistened in the dim light slick and swollen from before cum still leaking slow down your thighs. he squatted over you thighs bracketing yours one hand braced beside your head the other guiding his thick long dick back to your entrance.

he pushed in slow at first the angle brutal stretching you open painfully wide in this position every inch burning deeper than before. you winced sharp breath catching but he cuffed your mouth quick palm firm over your lips muffling the sound while his hips rolled forward forcing another moan out of your lungs straight into his hand.

“shh baby quiet,” he rasped low against your ear breath hot voice wrecked. “take it just like that… good girl.”

he bottomed out with a low groan balls pressed tight against you holding still for a second letting you feel how full he made you how deep he was buried. then he started moving slow deliberate pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in hard enough to make your knees slide forward on the tile.

your hands scrabbled at the floor nails scraping tile trying to hold on as he fucked you steady deep the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet kitchen louder than the tv downstairs the snores the fridge hum. every thrust pushed another moan out of you muffled into his palm tears pricking your eyes from the stretch the fullness the way he hit spots that made your legs shake.

he leaned down chest to your back one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady the other still covering your mouth thumb stroking your cheek even as his hips snapped forward rougher now.

“fuck… so tight like this,” he groaned into your neck teeth grazing your skin. “taking me so good… your pretty pussy gripping me like it never wants me to leave.”

you clenched hard at his words back arching deeper ass pushing back to meet him needy clumsy. he rewarded you with a harder thrust balls slapping against you the sound obscene wet.

his hand slid from your mouth to your throat gentle but firm fingers curling just enough to feel your pulse racing. he tilted your head back kissed the corner of your mouth messy then deeper tongue sliding in while he kept fucking you relentless deep.

you came sudden and hard thighs trembling pussy pulsing tight around him milking him as waves rolled through you. he groaned low hips stuttering fucking you through it chasing his own release until he buried deep one last time spilling hot thick inside you again filling you until it leaked out around his cock dripping down your thighs onto the tile.

he stayed inside panting chest heaving against your back you could barely make a noise let alone feel your legs. he leaned off you just enough to breathe dick still buried deep in that tight pulsing pussy not pulling out not even an inch.

“fuck.” his voice ragged broken. “just—just a little more i promise.”

you could barely think anymore brain fuzzy from the overload the stretch the heat of him filling you completely. leon kissed at your neck soft at first then harder lips brushing over the bruises he’d already left sucking a fresh one into the skin below your ear while his hips rolled slow lazy circles keeping himself buried grinding the base of his cock against your clit with every tiny movement.

those little moans escaped your lips high and shaky no matter how hard you tried to swallow them. he groaned low in response the sound vibrating through your back straight to your core.

“i can’t stop…” he muttered almost to himself weight pressing you down harder against the tiles cool floor biting into your knees and palms as he started thrusting again shallow at first then deeper slower drags that made your toes curl and your breath hitch.

“—please—please don’t stop mr. kennedy.” your voice cracked with each beg small desperate broken on every syllable.

he hissed through his teeth hips snapping forward once hard then slowing again torturing you with the drag. “goddamn baby… saying my name like that.” one hand slid up your spine fingers tangling in your curls pulling your head back just enough to kiss you messy over your shoulder tongue sliding in deep while he kept fucking you steady deep the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen louder than anything else.

his other hand reached around found your clit again rubbed firm slow circles matching the rhythm of his thrusts. you clenched hard around him whimpering into his mouth thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“that’s it… squeeze me just like that.” he panted against your lips forehead pressed to the side of your face sweat mixing with yours. “feel how deep i am? how full you are? gonna come again for me… gonna come all over this dick while i fill you up one more time.”

you nodded frantic couldn’t speak just nodded tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity the pleasure so sharp it almost hurt. he sped up just a fraction hips snapping harder now balls slapping against you every thrust pushing more little moans out of you even with his hand still half-covering your mouth to muffle them.

“come on baby… give it to me.” his voice low wrecked thumb pressing harder on your clit rubbing fast tight circles.

you shattered sudden and hard pussy clamping down on him like a vice thighs shaking violently back arching as you came with a choked sob muffled into his palm waves crashing through you leaving you limp trembling against the tiles.

he groaned deep hips stuttering fucked you through it chasing his own release until he buried himself to the hilt one last time spilling hot thick inside you again pulsing deep filling you until it leaked out around his cock dripping down your thighs onto the floor.

he collapsed over you careful not to crush you chest heaving against your back dick still twitching inside you both of you panting ragged in the quiet kitchen.

after a long minute he kissed the back of your neck soft whispered “you okay baby?” voice hoarse thumb stroking your hip gentle now.

you nodded weak smile shaky curls sticking to your damp face. “yeah… so good.”

he chuckled low breathless eased out slow wincing when you whimpered at the emptiness. helped you roll onto your back pulled you up into his lap on the floor arms wrapped tight around you holding you close while your breathing slowed.

kissed your forehead lingering fingers combing through your messy curls.

“go upstairs now baby.” murmured quiet. “before i drag you back down here.”

you looked up at him eyes glassy lips swollen neck marked. “you’ll come later?”

he nodded thumb tracing your bottom lip. “when it’s safe. promise.”

you stood on trembling legs fixed your dress smoothed your curls feeling the warm drip of him still between your thighs the ache deep sweet and sore.

he watched you go hand over his jaw eyes dark heavy.

kitchen quiet.

nothing the same anymore

ᯓ★ Gojo was your master sergeant.

and yeah—he was hard on everyone, but especially on you.

new enlistee. fresh meat. the kind they love to break in slow, piece by piece.

except you weren’t here to fold.

“Number seventeen.”

your lashes drag across the pillow, vision swimming.

you push up onto your elbows, spine curving off the mattress, curls spilling wild around your face.

Sergeant Gojo stands at the foot of the bed.

Uniform stretched tight across his chest and shoulders, sleeves straining against biceps that flex harder when he crosses his arms.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t speak again. just watches you like he already knows exactly how much fight you’ve still got left, and how long it’ll take to burn it out.

you meet his eyes anyway.

because if he wants to play drill instructor tonight, you’re not about to make it easy.

“yes, sergeant.” you said it low, that fire still scratching in your throat. he looked down at you, blue eyes sharp.

“get up—you still got fire left? so you’re gonna burn that shit out.” he ordered. you rubbed your eyes. annoyed as hell.

“yes, sergeant.”

you sat up, the cover slipping straight to the floor. reached for your tactical PT—black shorts, tight shirt, the kind that doesn’t hide shit when you’re sweating. he watched every move, arms still crossed, barely giving you room to breathe, let alone suck your teeth.

you made the sound anyway—sharp, deliberate.

“permission to ask what’s this for?” you said while pulling the shirt over your head, voice low but steady.

gojo stepped closer. close enough the shadow of him blocked the faint light from the hallway. blue eyes locked on yours, piercing straight through like he could see the pulse hammering in your throat.

“because i said so.” his tone was flat, final. “your last night’s mistakes. and tonight you’re about to fix ’em.”

you didn’t answer. just finished lacing the second boot.

“move,” he ordered.

your boots hit the floor with a dull thud. you grabbed your vest from the hook, plate carrier already loaded, heavy on your shoulders the second you slung it on—and headed for the door. he followed right behind, silent, boots quiet on the concrete.

outside the cold air slapped you awake. sharp. biting. base was dead quiet—everyone else still sleeping off the day’s grind while floodlights hummed overhead and your breath fogged in front of your face.

you were being put to work. again.

to prove yourself. again.

gojo stopped just outside the doorframe, arms dropping to his sides now. he jerked his chin toward the open training yard. cones already set out in neat rows, sandbags stacked, pull-up bar waiting like it knew your name.

“start with burpees. fifty. then sprints to the fence and back. ten rounds. no breaks. no excuses.”

you rolled your shoulders, vest settling heavier against your ribs like it wanted to remind you of every extra pound. you glanced back at him once—just once.

he raised a brow. small. almost amused, like he’d already seen the ending to this little show.

“you still got that fire, number seventeen?”

his voice dropped quieter out here in the dark yard, but it still cut clean through the cold. “prove it. or i’ll burn it out for you.”

you turned toward the field.

cold air sliced at your bare arms and legs, goosebumps rising fast. heart already thumping harder in your chest, vest pressing it down with every breath.

first burpee: drop low, chest to dirt, explode up, clap overhead. then down again.

you kept the rhythm tight, no sloppy form, no cheating the depth. you knew him. if you half-assed even one, he’d make you restart from zero. and he would. he always did.

sweat started prickling under the dri-fit, shirt sticking where it touched skin. compression shorts rode up a fraction with each jump, hugging tighter. ass flexed hard on the way up, thighs burning already. tits shifted under the vest’s plates—contained but not dead, just enough bounce to feel the restriction every time you drove upward.

you pushed through twenty, thirty, forty. breathing ragged now, but controlled. no whining. no slowing.

then his voice sliced in again.

“you’re getting lazy.”

he tilted his head, arms still crossed, biceps flexing under the rolled sleeves like they were part of the judgment.

“start over, number seventeen.”

low tone. calm. but that asshole edge was right there underneath, sharp as a blade.

your lips parted on instinct. a quick “tsk” slipped out—sharp, pissed, but quiet enough it almost sounded like a breath.

you pushed up from the ground anyway, dirt smearing your palms, vest clanking softly as you reset at the start line.

“yes, sergeant.”

you dropped into the first rep again. slower this time on purpose, deeper, cleaner. making sure he saw every inch of effort.

heart hammering louder now. cold forgotten. just fire and the weight of his stare on your back.

his eyes followed every atom of your body.

you could feel it—those blue eyes tracing the line of your spine, the flex of your thighs as you dropped low, the way your ass tightened and released on every explosive jump.

the vest shifted with each rep, plates pressing into your chest, shirt clinging damp where sweat had started to gather between your tits. compression shorts rode up just enough on the down-up to show the curve of your glutes working hard. he didn’t blink. didn’t look away once.

you powered through the last ten burpees, chest heaving, thighs screaming, but you kept form perfect—deep chest-to-ground, full extension overhead. no shortcuts. fire still roaring in your gut, the exact thing he said he wanted to snuff out.

you popped up from the final one, hands on your hips for half a second to catch your breath. sweat trickled down your neck, disappearing under the collar of the dri-fit.

“now run to the fence and back, seventeen.”

his voice stayed low, even, that same unyielding edge. he didn’t drop the shit-talk. didn’t soften. just stood there, arms crossed again, like the cold didn’t touch him.

you pushed off your knees with both hands, let out a long, frustrated sigh that fogged in the air.

“yes, sergeant.”

you rolled your eyes, hard enough he had to see it. then turned and broke into a run.

boots pounded dirt. cold air rushed past your face, stinging your cheeks and exposed arms. the yard stretched out dark under the floodlights, fence line a distant black silhouette.

your vest bounced heavy with every stride, straps digging into your shoulders, plates shifting against your chest with a dull clank-clank. tits moved under the compression, contained but not still.

rhythm syncing with your pounding heart. ass flexed and released in the tight shorts, thighs burning from the burpees carrying over into each powerful step.

you hit the fence fast, slapped the chain-link once—metal rattling—then spun and hauled ass back toward him.

breath came sharp now, lungs on fire, but you didn’t slow. didn’t let your form break. curls whipping loose, sticking to your damp neck.

you crossed the start line again, slowed to a jog, then stopped in front of him. chest rising and falling hard. sweat shining on your collarbones, dripping down between your breasts where the vest didn’t quite cover.

he didn’t move. just watched you stand there, breathing like you’d run a war.

one brow lifted again. small. waiting.

“that all you got?” he asked, voice quieter than the wind cutting across the yard.

you bent forward, hands braced on your knees. chest heaved up and down hard. vest rising and falling with every ragged pull of air. sweat rolled from your hairline, tracing slow paths down your neck, disappearing into the collar of the dri-fit where it clung wet against your skin. another drop slipped from a loose curl, hitting the dirt between your boots with a faint pat.

“with—with all due respect, sir.” your voice came out rough, scraped raw from the reps and the cold. “this is bullshit.”

he laughed. low. short. that stern edge still wrapped around it like barbed wire.

“is it now?”

you straightened slow, one hand pressing flat against the small of your back, trying to ease the burn that had settled deep in your spine. the other wiped sweat from your forehead, smearing it across your skin. breath still coming in sharp bursts, fogging white in the floodlight glow.

“i’ve never gave you a problem,” you said, quieter this time but no less pointed. eyes locked on his. “not once.”

gojo didn’t uncross his arms. just shifted his weight, boots scraping faint gravel. the laugh faded, but the amusement lingered in the tilt of his mouth—small, dangerous, like he was enjoying this more than he let on.

“you’re right,” he said finally. voice calm. too calm. “you haven’t given me a problem. you’ve given me attitude. fire. excuses wrapped up pretty in ‘yes, sergeant.’”

he stepped forward—one measured step. close enough the heat from his body cut through the chill between you.

“and tonight?” his eyes dropped slow—taking in the sweat-soaked shirt plastered to your chest, the way your tits rose and fell under the plates, the tremble in your thighs from holding form too long. then back up to your face. “tonight you’re giving me defiance. loud and clear.”

he paused. let the silence stretch.

“so now that you think it’s unfair,” his head cocked just enough to make the light catch the blue of his eyes again. “i’ll make it fair.”

gojo walked over to one of the sandbags stacked in the field—big, ugly thing, easily eighty pounds of packed grit. he bent, gripped the top handle with one hand like it weighed nothing, and hoisted it up. muscles in his forearm and bicep popped under the rolled sleeve as he carried it back, steps slow and deliberate. that sadistic little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth the whole way.

he stopped in front of you and let the bag drop right at your boots with a heavy thud that kicked up dust. the impact vibrated up your legs.

you looked up at him, annoyed. irritated. bothered?

“i’ll help you,” he said, voice smooth but edged. “that way it’s fair. pick it up.”

you leaned down to grab it. he stopped you fast—one hand snapping out to catch your wrist mid-reach.

“with your legs, not your back.” his tone dropped deeper, cutting slow and precise, like he was carving the words into you.

“yes, sergeant.” your voice dragged soft, dripping annoyance, but you both knew he ate that shit up.

you braced—feet shoulder-width, core tight, knees bending. lifted with your legs like he said. the bag came up heavy, sand shifting inside, pulling at your grip. your thighs burned fresh from the burpees and sprints, ass flexing hard under the compression shorts as you straightened.

gojo circled behind you. slow. close. you felt the heat of him before his breath hit the back of your neck. warm against the cold sweat still clinging to your skin. his chest almost brushed your back as he leaned in, one hand settling low on your hip— not grabbing, just guiding. steady pressure that made your pulse jump.

“you know what to do,” he murmured, right against your ear.

you rolled your eyes and gripped the sandbag tighter. palms slick with sweat.

you started the press, determined not to let him see any struggle. but he already knew. he always knew.

the bag felt brutal going up. arms shook at the top, shoulders on fire, triceps screaming. a soft groan slipped out before you could stop it. low and raw.

gojo’s hands moved in instantly. fingers splayed along the sides of the bag, steadying it without taking the weight. thumbs brushed the backs of your hands as you lowered. almost helping. his chest grazed your back on every rep. heat from him bled through your soaked shirt and vest straps.

“that’s it,” he said quietly. no mockery now. just calm command. “breathe through it. don’t fight the weight. move with it.”

you gritted your teeth and pushed the bag up again. slower. cleaner. his hands followed every inch. thumbs tracing your knuckles once before settling.

another groan escaped on the next rep. sharper. more frustrated. thighs trembled under the compression shorts. ass clenched tight to hold stance. tits rose and fell fast against the plates. nipples scraped the inside of the dri-fit with each breath. sweat rolled from your curls, dripping slow down your temple and neck.

he leaned closer. lips almost brushing your ear again.

“you’re doing better than you think,” he murmured. “but if you drop it now we start over. with two bags.”

his fingers flexed once against the bag. small reminder he could make it worse. or easier. his choice.

and of course you had to drop it. clumsy girl.

the sandbag slipped from your grip, thudding heavy into the dirt between your boots. dust kicked up around your ankles.

“tsk.” gojo let out a soft breath, almost disappointed, almost amused.

your fingers trembled at the same pace as your legs. a soft breath slipped out—almost a moan—raw and unfiltered from the strain and the heat pooling low in your belly.

“well—obviously your form is off.” gojo circled around you slow, boots quiet on the ground. every step felt like it was peeling another layer off you, guaranteed to break you to your core.

of course it was your form and not the fact that the sandbag was like eighty pounds.

he stopped in front of you again. blue eyes stern, gleaming under the floodlights.

“hold the bag over your head.”

he grinned. small. sharp. the kind that said he knew exactly what this would do to you.

“yes—yes sergeant.”

you bent your knees, gripped the bag again, lifted with your legs like he drilled into you earlier. arms extended straight up, bag balanced overhead. shoulders screamed instantly. triceps locked tight. the weight pulled at every muscle, making your whole body shake.

gojo circled again. slower this time. eyes raking over you openly now—starting at your boots, up the trembling line of your thighs where the compression shorts clung damp and tight, over the curve of your ass flexed hard to keep balance, past the vest pressing into your heaving chest, tits rising and falling fast under the plates, nipples stiff and visible through the thin dri-fit.

he stopped behind you.

“spread your legs more.”

his voice was low. calm. but it landed like a command straight to your core.

you shifted your stance wider—feet sliding apart in the dirt, thighs opening. the movement made your shorts ride up higher between your legs, fabric pulling snug against your pussy. you could feel the cool air hit the newly exposed skin, contrasting the heat building there. your balance wobbled for a second. the bag dipped an inch.

gojo stepped in close again. chest brushing your back. one hand came up—not touching the bag this time. palm settled flat against your lower stomach, fingers splaying wide just above the waistband of your shorts. thumb rested light against the edge of the fabric.

“core tight,” he said against your ear. breath warm. “don’t let it drop. hold.”

the pressure of his hand was steady. grounding. but it also pressed you back slightly—enough that you felt the hard outline of him through his fatigues nudge against your ass. not grinding. just there. undeniable.

your arms burned. legs shook. breath came in short, sharp pants. sweat rolled down your spine, pooling where his palm rested. every tremble made your tits shift against the plates, friction sending little sparks straight down.

he didn’t move his hand. thumb brushed once—barely—along the top of your shorts.

“good girl,” he murmured. so quiet you almost missed it over your own heartbeat. “look at you. shaking like this… and still holding for me.”

the words hit harder than the weight overhead.

your thighs clenched instinctively. a fresh pulse of heat bloomed between your legs.

he felt it. you knew he did. his fingers flexed once against your stomach. small, deliberate.

“how long you think you can keep this up, seventeen?” his lips brushed the shell of your ear now. “before you beg me to stop.”

your arms trembled harder. the bag wavered, dipping an inch before you locked it back up. muscles screaming. a soft breath slipped out, trying to keep focus. trying to keep your composure. but it came out shakier than you wanted. almost needy.

gojo didn’t pull back. his hand stayed flat on your stomach, palm warm through the thin dri-fit. fingers spread wider now, pinky brushing the top edge of your shorts. thumb rested right over your navel, pressing just enough to remind you he could feel every shaky inhale.

“answer me,” he said quietly. voice low and rougher than before. lips still close enough you felt the words more than heard them. “how long?”

you swallowed. throat dry. sweat rolled down your temple, slow and hot. the wider stance he’d ordered made your thighs burn deeper—inner muscles clenched to hold steady. compression shorts pulled tight between your legs, fabric damp not just from sweat anymore. you could feel the slick heat building there, pulsing with every heartbeat. every time his thumb shifted—even a fraction—it sent a fresh throb straight to your clit.

“i—” your voice cracked. small. you cleared your throat, tried again. “as long as you make me, sergeant.”

he let out a low hum. pleased. the sound vibrated against your ear.

“good answer.” his hand slid up half an inch. slow. deliberate. fingers now resting just under the bottom edge of your vest, knuckles grazing the underside of your tits where the plates didn’t quite cover. the pressure made your nipples tighten harder against the fabric. “but you’re shaking like you’re close to breaking already.”

the bag dipped again. you caught it—barely. arms locked out with a grunt that sounded too much like a whimper.

gojo’s other hand came up then. not to the bag. to your hip. gripping firm through the shorts. thumb hooked into the waistband—just the tip slipping under the elastic. not pulling. not yet. just resting there. warm skin on warm skin.

“legs still wide,” he reminded you. voice dropping even lower. “don’t close them. let me see how much you’re feeling this.”

you shifted your stance a fraction wider on instinct. the movement tugged the shorts tighter against your pussy—seam pressing right where you were most sensitive. a quiet gasp escaped before you could stop it.

he felt the tremor run through you. his grip on your hip tightened.

“there it is,” he murmured. lips brushing your earlobe now. “that little sound again. you can’t hide it from me.”

his thumb on your stomach slid lower—slow—tracing the line where shorts met skin. stopping just above your mound. not touching. teasing the boundary.

“tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he said. almost gentle. but the way his fingers flexed said he knew you wouldn’t.

your arms burned. bag wavered again. breath came in short pants. thighs quivered. core clenched around nothing, aching from the strain and the proximity and the way his body heat wrapped around you like a promise.

you dropped the sandbag on purpose.

it hit the dirt with a heavy thud. dust rose around your boots. your arms fell to your sides, muscles still burning and trembling, but the relief hit fast. you let out a long shaky breath, half from exhaustion, half from the heat building inside you.

gojo stayed right behind you at first. his hand remained flat on your stomach. thumb still paused at the waistband of your shorts like he was deciding what to do next.

then he exhaled slow. almost a laugh, but darker.

“you did that on purpose.”

his voice was quiet. too quiet. the kind that promised consequences.

you turned your head just enough to see his face in the floodlight. jaw tight. blue eyes narrowed. that sadistic smile had flattened into something sharper and hungrier.

“yes sergeant,” you said. soft and breathy. no apology. just the truth.

his hand did not leave your stomach. if anything his fingers spread wider and pressed firmer. the warmth of his palm soaked through the dri-fit shirt right over the spot where your core clenched tight from everything. his thumb dipped lower. slow. sliding under the elastic of your shorts. not far. just enough to brush bare skin above your mound. deliberate.

“careful,” he murmured. lips close to your ear again. “you keep testing me like that and i might stop playing nice.”

your thighs pressed together instinctively. the movement pulled the seam of your compression shorts right against your clit. already swollen and slick from the tension and his touch. a small involuntary sound escaped. not a groan. closer to a whimper.

he felt it. the shift in your body. the hitch in your breath.

his other hand came up slow. fingers curled around the back of your neck. not choking. just holding. thumb stroked once along the side of your throat where your pulse raced.

“turn around.”

not a question.

you pivoted slowly in his grip. boots scraped the dirt. vest clanked softly. when you faced him his hand on your stomach slid to your hip. gripping hard enough to pull you flush against him.

you felt him then. fully. the thick hard length of him pressed insistent against your lower belly through his fatigues. no hiding it.

his eyes dropped to your mouth. then lower. taking in the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to your tits. nipples peaked and obvious under the fabric. the way your chest rose and fell fast. the damp spot darkening between your thighs where the shorts had ridden up.

“look at you,” he said. voice rougher now. “sweating. shaking. dripping for your sergeant after all that attitude.”

his fingers on your neck tightened a fraction. tilted your head up so you had to meet his eyes.

“you wanted my attention that bad?” his thumb brushed your bottom lip. slow. pressing just enough to part it. “or do you just like being put in your place?”

your lips closed around the pad of his thumb on reflex. a tiny suck. barely there. but enough.

his pupils blew wide. breath punched out of him.

“fuck.”

the word came low and raw. the first real crack in his control tonight.

he pulled his thumb free with a wet sound. then his mouth crashed onto yours. hard. claiming. no slow buildup. tongue pushed past your lips like he had been waiting all night.

one hand fisted in your curls, yanking your head back to deepen the kiss. the other slid down your back under the vest straps. palm flattened against the small of your back to arch you harder against him.

you moaned into his mouth. hands finally moved. grabbed at his uniform shirt. bunched the fabric over his chest. felt the solid heat of muscle underneath.

he broke the kiss just long enough to growl against your lips.

“on your knees seventeen. now.”

your legs were jelly but you dropped slowly. eyes never leaving his.

dirt under your knees. cold seeping through the compression shorts. vest heavy on your shoulders. but the fire in your gut burned hotter than ever.

he looked down at you. blue eyes dark. chest rising fast.

“good girl.”

his hand cupped your jaw. thumb traced your swollen bottom lip again.

“open.”

you opened your mouth slow. tongue sliding out flat, waiting.

gojo’s thumb pressed in. you closed around it, sucking gently at first, then harder. your tongue curled around the pad, tasting the faint salt of his skin.

his eyes darkened. breath hitched.

he leaned down close. face filling your vision. then he spat slow and deliberate right onto your tongue. warm and thick.

“fuck.” the word came rough from his throat. he sucked at his own bottom lip, watching it mix with your saliva. “you’re so sexy.”

he pulled his thumb free with a soft pop. strings of spit connected for a second before breaking. your lips stayed parted, shiny and messy.

a few tight curls had escaped your ponytail during the workout—sweat-damp and springy, sticking to your neck and cheeks. they framed your face now as you looked up at him, bouncing slightly with each quick breath.

you leaned forward without being told. cheek pressed to the thick ridge straining against his fatigues. hard heat pulsed under the fabric against your skin. you nuzzled in slow, feeling every inch of him twitch. one curl brushed against the zipper as you moved.

gojo’s hand cupped your chin again. fingers firm. he tilted your head up so your eyes met his.

“suck it.”

voice low. command wrapped in hunger.

you worked his belt open fast. button next, then zipper. the sound of metal teeth parting cut through the quiet yard. you tugged his pants down just enough. no underwear. his cock sprang free, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip.

you wrapped one hand around the base. skin hot and velvet-hard under your palm. veins stood out along the shaft. you gave one slow stroke, up then down, watching his abs flex under the uniform shirt.

he groaned low. hand sliding into your hair again—fingers threading through the curly ponytail, gripping the roots where the coils were thickest. not pulling hard yet. just holding you steady.

you leaned in. tongue flat against the underside, licking slow from base to tip. tasting the salt of pre-cum. then you took him in. lips stretching wide around the head, sliding down inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat.

his hips jerked once. fingers tightened in your curls, making a few more spring free to frame your face.

“that’s it,” he rasped. “take it all, seventeen. show me how much you want this.”

you hollowed your cheeks. sucked harder. bobbed slow at first, then faster. spit slicked him up, dripping down your chin, mixing with the sweat on your neck. your free hand cupped his balls, gentle pressure, rolling them in your palm while your mouth worked the length.

curly strands stuck to your damp cheeks and forehead now, bouncing with each movement of your head. the vest still weighed heavy on your shoulders, tits shifting under the plates with every bob.

he watched every second. blue eyes locked on your lips stretched around him. the way your throat bobbed when you took him deeper. the messy shine on your face and the wild curls clinging to your skin.

his breathing turned ragged. hips started rocking, small thrusts at first, then deeper. fucking your mouth slow and controlled.

“look at me,” he ordered. voice strained.

you did. eyes watering from the depth but never breaking contact. mascara smudged at the corners. cheeks flushed dark. curls bouncing loose around your face.

he cursed under his breath. thumb wiped a tear from your cheek, almost tender, then smeared it across your lips around his cock.

“good fucking girl.”

his grip in your curls tightened. pace picked up.

“you gonna swallow for your sergeant?”

your answer came muffled around him, vibrating down his shaft, curls brushing his thighs as you took him deeper.

his hips stuttered. fingers gripped tighter in your curly ponytail. knuckles brushed your scalp where the coils were thick and damp with sweat. a broken moan tore from his throat. low and ragged. nothing like the controlled sergeant voice he had kept all night.

he came hard.

hot pulses flooded your throat. thick and fast. you swallowed instinctively. throat working around him. taking every drop while your tongue pressed flat against the underside to milk him through it. his dick twitched and pulsed inside your mouth. hips jerking in shallow uneven thrusts until he was spent.

his eyes rolled back for a second. head tipping toward the sky. floodlights catching the sharp line of his jaw as his abs clenched hard under the uniform shirt. breath punched out of him in short bursts. the hand in your hair loosened just enough to stroke through the curls instead of pulling. gentle now. almost reverent.

he stayed buried in your mouth a few more seconds. letting you feel the last weak twitches before he slowly pulled out. a thick string of spit and cum connected your lips to the tip for a moment before it snapped. you licked your bottom lip clean without thinking. tasting him still.

gojo looked down at you. chest rising and falling fast. blue eyes half lidded. pupils blown wide. a lazy satisfied smirk tugged at his mouth.

“fuck seventeen.” he rasped. voice wrecked. “you swallowed like you were starving for it.”

he reached down. thumb swiped across your chin where a little had dripped. pushed it back between your lips. you sucked it clean on reflex.

his other hand slid under your arm. helping you up from your knees. legs shaky. dirt clinging to the compression shorts. vest still heavy on your shoulders. curls wild around your face now. half the ponytail unraveled. springy strands sticking to your cheeks and neck.

he pulled you close once you were standing. one arm looped around your waist. the other cupping the back of your neck. forehead pressed to yours for a beat while he caught his breath.

“you good?” he asked. quieter. softer than you had heard him all night.

you nodded. lips swollen. throat raw. a small smile crept in despite everything. “yes sergeant.”

he huffed a laugh against your mouth. kissed you once. slow this time. tasting himself on your tongue. no rush. just deep and claiming.

when he pulled back his eyes flicked down your body. sweat slick skin. vest straps digging into your shoulders. the obvious wet spot darkening the crotch of your shorts.

“we’re not done.” he said. thumb hooked into the waistband of your shorts again. tugging lightly. “you still got fire left. and i’ve got ways to put it out.”

his free hand slid down. palming you through the fabric. slow circle over your clit. you gasped soft. hips rocking into his touch without permission.

“inside.” he murmured against your ear. “now. or i’ll fuck you right here under the lights where anyone could wake up and see.”

“yes sergeant.” your legs wobbled as you followed him back toward the barracks. his hand gripped your wrist. firm. not painful. just enough to keep you tethered to him while your knees still felt like they might give out any second.

your heart hammered harder with each step down the quiet hallway. boots soft on the concrete. the base still asleep around you. every thud in your chest echoed the pulse between your legs. slick and aching from everything that had happened outside. you wanted this. bad. and him? the way his grip tightened when you stumbled once said he needed it just as much.

he pushed open the door to his private quarters. single room. officer privileges. clean lines. bed made tight. desk in the corner cluttered with maps, reports, a half empty coffee mug. no decorations. no mess except the work that never stopped.

he pulled you inside. door clicked shut. lock turned.

vest came off fast. plates hit the floor hard. your shirt was soaked, sticking to your tits. nipples poking through the black fabric. curls messy and damp around your face.

“on the bed.”

you sat on the edge. he grabbed your hips right away and yanked you forward until your ass was barely on the mattress. legs spread wide. feet on the floor. pussy right in front of his face.

he dropped to his knees between your thighs. looked up at you with those blue eyes. nose brushed your inner thigh. he inhaled hard, smelling how wet you were.

“been waiting to eat this pussy.”

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. tugged them down slow. lifting your hips when needed. fabric peeled away. cool air hit your bare pussy. slick and swollen. clit throbbing under his gaze.

he spread you open with his thumbs. exposing everything. then he looked up again. eyes locked on yours.

“tell me you want my mouth.”

his breath ghosted over your clit. close enough to make you twitch.

“or i’ll make you beg for it.”

your thighs trembled. curls falling forward as you leaned down slightly. voice came out breathy. raw from earlier.

“i want your mouth, sergeant. please.”

he smiled. small. wicked.

“good girl.”

then his tongue was on you. flat and slow. licking one long stripe from your entrance to your clit. tasting every bit of you. groaning against your folds like he had been starving for this.

your head fell back. hands fisting the sheets. hips lifting on instinct. his mouth felt too good.

"shi—,” you stopped yourself, covering your mouth.

he pulled back just enough to look up at you. lips shiny. eyes dark. “don’t cover your mouth.”

his voice was low. rough. commanding.

you let your hand drop. fingers shaking as they went back to gripping the sheets.

he smirked. then dove back in. tongue flat again. dragging slow and heavy over your clit this time. circling it once. twice. then flicking fast. quick little snaps that made your hips jerk hard.

“shit—” the word slipped out louder. you couldn’t stop it. your thighs squeezed around his head on reflex.

he groaned into your pussy. the vibration hit you straight through. made your toes curl against the floor.

his hands gripped your thighs tighter. spread you wider. thumbs digging into the soft skin so you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. he sucked your clit between his lips. hard. then released it with a wet pop. did it again. and again.

your back arched off the bed. ass lifting a little. pushing your cunt closer to his face. you couldn’t help it. it felt too fucking good.

“Go-… fuck… right there…”

he hummed against you. tongue pressing flat and rubbing side to side. fast. relentless. two fingers slid inside you again. thick. stretching you. curled up immediately to hit that spot. pumped in and out. slow at first. then faster. matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit.

wet sounds filled the room. your slick coating his chin. dripping down his neck. you were soaked. messy. and he was eating it up like he loved every second.

your curls fell forward. sticking to your sweaty forehead. bouncing every time your hips rolled against his mouth.

pressure built fast. tight coil in your lower belly. thighs started shaking harder. you grabbed his hair with one hand. fingers twisting in the white strands. pulling him closer. grinding on his tongue.

“don’t stop… please… i’m gonna—”

he sucked harder. fingers fucked deeper. curled sharper.

you came hard. cunt clenching around his fingers. pulsing. a loud cry ripped out of you. no covering it this time. your whole body shook. hips bucking. slick flooding his mouth. he kept licking. kept fingering. drawing it out until you were whimpering. oversensitive. trying to push his head away but pulling him closer at the same time.

he finally eased off. slow laps. gentle now. letting you come down. fingers still inside you. feeling every aftershock.

when he pulled back his face was wrecked. lips swollen. chin dripping. eyes locked on yours.

he licked his lips slow. wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“that’s one.”

he stood up. towering over you again. bulge straining his fatigues. obvious and thick.

he leaned down. kissed you deep. tongue pushing in. you tasted yourself all over him. salty. musky. you moaned into his mouth.

he broke the kiss. breath hot against your lips.

“turn over.”

your legs were jelly. heart pounding. pussy still throbbing.

you did it. rolled onto your stomach. pushed up onto your knees. ass in the air. back arched. curls spilling over your shoulders and down your back.

he stepped closer. hands on your hips. thumbs spreading your cheeks so he could see everything.

you heard his zipper come down. then the rustle of fabric as he pushed his fatigues down enough to free his cock again. he was hard. thick. tip already leaking.

he rubbed the head against your entrance. slow. teasing. you were so wet it slid easy. pussy clenching on nothing, trying to pull him in.

“you want this dick?” his voice was low. rough. hand sliding up your back to grip your curls. not yanking. just holding.

“yes sergeant.” the words came out fast. needy. you pushed back a little. trying to get more of him.

he chuckled low. then pushed in slow. inch by inch. stretching you open. it burned so good. been months since you had anything inside you. your eyes rolled back. mouth falling open in a silent moan.

he groaned curses under his breath. hands gripping your hips harder. thumbs digging into your ass as he sank deeper.

you gripped the sheets tight. knuckles light. trying to breathe through it. every thick inch felt like it was splitting you in the best way. when he bottomed out—hips flush against your ass—you let out a shaky “shit.”

he stayed still for a second. letting you adjust. dick throbbing inside you. then he pulled back slow. almost all the way out. before slamming back in. hard.

your whole body jolted forward. tits bouncing under the shirt. a loud moan ripped out of you.

he set a pace. deep. steady thrusts. each one hitting that spot that made your toes curl. wet sounds every time he bottomed out. your ass slapping against his hips.

“take it.” he growled. one hand sliding around to your front. fingers finding your clit. rubbing fast circles while he fucked you.

it was too much. too good. pressure building again already. your pussy clenching around him every time he pulled back.

“y-yes dadd—” the word slipped out before you could catch it. your breaths came faster, ragged, chest heaving against the sheets. professionalism? that shit was gone the second you got ass up, face down, spread open for him like this.

gojo froze for half a second—mid-thrust—then let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through your back.

“oh? that’s what we’re doing now?” his voice dropped lower, rougher. hand sliding up your spine to fist your curls again, tugging your head back just enough so he could see your face. “say it again.”

you bit your lip hard, but the next thrust punched it right out of you anyway. “daddy—fuck—”

he groaned deep in his throat. hips snapping forward harder. the bed creaked loud under the force, headboard knocking the wall once, twice. his balls slapped wet against your clit every time he bottomed out, sending sharp jolts up your spine. you were so full it hurt in the best way—thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside, stretching you wide.

“that’s right,” he rasped. fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise.

“call me that again, while i fuck this pretty pussy.”

you did. over and over. “daddy… daddy… please…” the words tumbled out messy, muffled into the sheets when your face dropped forward again. curls sticking to your sweaty cheeks and neck, bouncing wild with every rough stroke.

he gave it to you exactly like you begged for. thrusts turning brutal. fast. deep. no mercy. skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and obscene. your ass jiggled with each impact, thighs trembling so bad you thought they might give out.

pressure snapped in your core again—sudden, blinding. you came hard around him. cunt clamping down like a fist, pulsing, milking him. your whole body shook. a loud, broken moan tore out of your throat—his name, “daddy,” whatever else your fuzzy brain could grab. slick gushed out around his cock, dripping down your inner thighs, soaking the sheets under your knees.

he didn’t slow down. fucked you straight through the orgasm. grunting with every slam. pace turning sloppy, desperate. his breathing got heavier, ragged.

“where do you want it?” he growled. voice strained, right on the edge. hips stuttering.

your brain was mush. legs shaking. pussy still fluttering around him. but you forced the words out between gasps.

“inside me— pleas-”

he cursed under his breath. slammed in one last time—deep, holding there. cock throbbing hard as he came. hot spurts flooded you, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around him even while he was still buried inside. his hips ground slow circles against your ass, pushing every drop deeper.

you felt it all—warmth spreading, the way he twitched inside you, the low groan he let out against your neck when he finally leaned over you.

he stayed like that for a minute. breathing hard. cock softening but still thick enough to keep you stretched. one hand slid up to stroke your curls gently now, thumb brushing your cheek.

“good fucking girl,” he murmured. voice wrecked but soft. kissed the shell of your ear. “took it all like you were made for it.”

he slowly pulled out. you whimpered at the empty feeling. cum dripped out right away—thick and white—running down your thighs. you collapsed flat on your stomach, ass still up a little, legs spread, too fucked-out to move.

he dropped down beside you. pulled you against his chest. arm heavy over your waist. lips brushing your shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked quieter. fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip.

you nodded, face half buried in the pillow. voice hoarse and wrecked. “y-yes sergeant.”

he laughed soft against your neck. the sound rumbled low in his chest. then he pressed a slow kiss right where he’d laughed, lips lingering on your skin like he was savoring the salt and sweat still clinging to you.

“we’re definitely doing that again.”

his arm tightened around your waist. pulling your back flush against his front. cock still half-hard, slick and warm, nestled against your ass. he didn’t push for more—just held you there. breathing steadying. thumb kept tracing those lazy circles on your hip bone. slow. soothing.

you could feel the cum starting to leak out slow. warm trickle down your inner thigh. messy. sticky. your pussy throbbed once, aftershocks making you clench around nothing. a small whimper slipped out before you could stop it.

he noticed. of course he did.

“still sensitive?” he murmured. voice quieter now. almost gentle. hand slid down between your legs. not pushing in. just cupping your swollen pussy. palm warm and broad. fingers resting light over your clit without rubbing. letting you feel the pressure without overdoing it.

you nodded again. curls tickling his chin when you shifted. “yeah… a lot.”

he hummed. pleased. kissed your shoulder. “good. means you took it right.”

his fingers stayed there. not moving. just holding. like he was claiming the mess he’d made. you relaxed into it. legs parting a little wider on instinct. letting him feel how slick and puffy you still were.

minutes passed like that. quiet. just breathing. his heartbeat steady against your back. your body slowly coming down from the high. thighs sticky. sheets damp under you. curls a tangled mess across the pillow.

eventually he shifted. rolled you gently onto your back so you were facing him. blue eyes softer in the dim light from the desk lamp. thumb brushed a stray curl off your forehead.

“you really okay?” he asked again. serious this time. no smirk. “no bullshit. tell me.”

you swallowed. throat still raw from moaning and taking him down it earlier. met his eyes.

“yeah. i’m good. sore… but good.” small smile tugged at your lips. “really good.”

he exhaled. like some tension left his shoulders. leaned down and kissed you slow. soft. no tongue this time. just lips. lingering.

when he pulled back he rested his forehead against yours.

“shower?” he asked. “or you wanna stay like this a while?”

your legs felt like lead. body heavy. satisfied. but the mess between your thighs was starting to cool and feel gross.

“shower,” you said. voice still scratchy. “but… carry me— please?”

he laughed again. low. warm. sat up first. then scooped you up easy. one arm under your knees. the other behind your back. like you weighed nothing.

“yes ma’am.”

he stood. carried you toward the small attached bathroom. your arms looped around his neck. face tucked against his shoulder. curls brushing his jaw.

he kicked the door open. set you down on the edge of the tub so he could turn the water on. warm spray filled the space fast. steam rising.

he stripped the rest of his uniform off. shirt. pants. all of it. then helped you out of your soaked shirt. tossed it in the hamper.

naked now. both of you. he stepped under the spray first. held a hand out.

“come here.”

you took it. stepped in. hot water hit your skin. washing away sweat and cum and the night’s tension. he pulled you against him. chest to chest. let the water run over both of you.

his hands moved slow. soaping you up. gentle over your tits. your stomach. between your legs—careful there. rinsing you clean. you did the same for him. hands on his abs. his chest. his cock—still sensitive. he hissed soft when you touched it. but didn’t stop you.

when the water ran clear he turned it off. grabbed a towel. dried you first. then himself.

back in the room he pulled fresh sheets over the bed. tossed the dirty ones in a pile. got you under the covers. climbed in behind you. pulled you close again.

“sleep,” he said against your ear. arm heavy over your waist. “we got PT at 0500. you’re gonna feel this tomorrow.”

you laughed weak. already half out. “i can’t wait.”

he kissed the back of your neck, “go to sleep, rookie.”

‘CURLS SPILLED OVER THE WHITE SILK SHEETS LIKE DARK HONEY, CATCHING THE LOW GOLDEN GLOW OF THE BED LAMP’. you held your little silver canon digital camera the one you begged sasuke for forever ago and swiped through the pics he just took of you. screen lit your face in cool blue light. silk slip barely hanging on your curves glossy lips in a playful pout deep dimples popping.

“i like this one” you said soft and excited thumb hovering. the shot had you arched just right on the pillows—one strap slipped off your shoulder rose petals everywhere like pink confetti. “look at my dimples”

sasuke leaned in to peek but you tilted the camera away giggling. he huffed low but fond and snatched it quick. dark hair fell under his black hoodie as he scrolled. little button clicks filled the quiet room.

“nope” he muttered after a second. “i dont like none of em” handed it back like it pissed him off.

your lips pushed into a glossy pout. “you just dont want me to post em”

he rolled his eyes sliding out the bed. “no shit?”

hoodie came off smooth revealing those deep carved abs and the sharp v dipping into low gray sweatpants. even soft the thick outline pressed against the fabric impossible to miss. your eyes lingered heat curling low.

you were still a virgin sasuke never pushed never made you feel rushed. but tonight your nineteenth birthday suite full of pink rose petals he spread himself air thick with vanilla candles and his cedar weed scent everything felt charged. ready.

he walked barefoot to the bathroom stepping over the petal trail he made. citys most lowkey highdemand plug money wasnt even a question. rick owens on your back isabel marant on your feet this private suite turned petal dream. whatever you wanted he made it happen.

“can i post these” you called still swiping through the gallery on the tiny screen.

water ran in the sink then his dry tease floated back. “dont know. can you?”

you rolled your eyes smiling. slipped out bed bare feet quiet on cool floor followed him into the bathroom. leaned against marble counter arms crossed camera strap dangling from your wrist.

he brushed his teeth dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror steady a little amused. finished he rinsed spat wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

then he turned stepped right into your space. close enough mint breath mixed with faint smoke on his skin. camera bumped your thigh light as you shifted.

“you really wanna post those” his voice low rough from the blunt earlier.

you tilted your head curls shifting over one shoulder. “why not i look cute. dimples and all” you tapped your cheek batting lashes.

his gaze dragged slow glossy lips silk hugging every curve hem barely covering thighs. jaw ticked. “cause i dont like the whole city seeing whats mine like that”

shiver hit your spine. you popped your lips once teasing. “possessive.”

“always” one hand braced counter beside your hip caging without touching. thumb brushed slip edge barely there but enough to catch your breath. camera strap twisted in your fingers. “especially tonight.”

your heart kicked hard. bathroom light caught faint scar under his eye sharp cheekbone. dangerous. soft. yours.

“its my birthday sasuke” you murmured voice low like his. “i can do whatever i want.” eyes darkened pupils big.

he leaned in lips ghosting your ear breath warm. “yeah?” free hand slid up fingers grazing camera strap before settling nape of neck threading into curls gentle. “and what is it that you want?”

heat rushed between thighs. swallowed tasting cherry gloss and nerves.

“i want you” you whispered fingers tight on camera. “all of you. tonight.”

sasuke went still for half a second. “nah youre just sayin’ shit.” he walked past you and back into the bedroom one hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to shake off the words.

you parted your lips with a deep gasp tiptoeing behind him fast. “you think im playing?” crossed your arms stood at the foot of the bed watching him lean back against the headboard one leg hanging off the side casual like he wasnt affected.

he tilted his head grinned slow that rare half-smirk that always made your stomach flip. “yeah? and i told your mom i wouldnt do nothing like that”

you pouted hard arms crossed tighter camera dangling swinging light against your thigh. “okay but i want to do it.”

he laughed low chest rumbling eyes flicking over you. “you want dick tonight?”

you pursed your lips tighter fighting the smile but it won dimples carving deep. “yeah sasuke. i want dick tonight. your dick. on my birthday.”

he stared long eyes narrowing slow like he was scanning every inch of your face for a single crack any hint you were playing. silence stretched thick vanilla candle smoke curling lazy between you rose petals crushed soft under your bare feet sticking to skin. then a slow deep chuckle rolled out his throat vibrating the air low and real.

“damn. you really just said that out loud.”

he burst into laughter full and rare the kind that crinkled his eyes and shook his shoulders your boyfriend who barely cracked a smile most days suddenly losing it. the sound bounced off the walls warm unexpected.

“stop laughing” you pouted crossing arms camera still dangling from your wrist swinging light.

sasuke smiled wider trying to catch his breath. “i cant—” he was more tickled at the idea of you straight-up asking for dick after three whole years of him loving you patient never pushing never complaining just spoiling you rotten waiting for whenever you were ready. and now on your nineteenth birthday you hit him with this? “get some sleep. you not thinking right.”

he leaned over to grab his phone from the nightstand casual like he was about to scroll and end the conversation.

you eagerly kneed forward on the bed quick and determined snatched the phone right out his rough hands before he could pull it away. held it behind your back out of reach. “give me what i want.”

sasuke froze mid-lean phone gone eyes flicking from your face to your hand then back up. the laughter faded fast replaced by something heavier darker quieter. his gaze dropped to your glossy lips parted curls messy silk slip barely hanging on one shoulder then lower to where your thighs pressed together under the sheets.

“you really not playing huh?” voice dropped low rough around the edges thumb brushing your wrist once light testing.

you shook your head quick leaned closer knees sinking deeper into silk petals sticking to skin. “nope. three years sasuke. three years you waited never made me feel bad never rushed. you bought me everything took me everywhere made me feel like the only girl in the world. now its my birthday and i want the one thing you’ve been saving, you. inside me. please.”

he exhaled sharp nose flaring hand coming up to cup your cheek thumb dragging slow over your bottom lip smearing cherry gloss just a little. eyes searched yours again softer this time last wall cracking quiet.

“okay—”

sasuke pulled you into his lap smooth strong hands on your hips guiding until you were straddling him proper thighs bracketing his. his dick already hard thick pressing up insistent right against that damp spot growing fast in your panties heat bleeding through thin lace. he gripped your ass firm fingers digging in possessive kneading slow like he was claiming every curve.

he stared at you for a second eyes dark blown pupils swallowing the black letting the moment sink in. then a low laugh rumbled out his chest rare and warm.

“put the camera down.”

you got a little embarrassed heat rushing to your face quick. “sorry—” you unraveled the strap from your wrist careful fingers trembling just a bit leaned over to place the silver canon on the nightstand screen still glowing faint with those pics he hated sharing.

the second it clattered soft against wood sasuke moved. mouth on your neck sucking hard like he always did leaving that familiar mark right under your jaw possessive wet. kissed up slow trail hot open-mouthed to your ear nipped the lobe light then captured your lips.

this kiss was different. more violent hungrier teeth clashing tongue deep claiming no hesitation no holding back. one hand stayed fisted in your curls at the nape tugging just enough to tilt your head perfect angle. the other slipped under lace panties rough palm skin to skin gripping bare ass squeezing hard pulling you tighter against his cock so you felt every thick inch grind up slow deliberate.

you moaned into his mouth soft desperate hips rocking automatic slick dragging over sweatpants fabric catching friction that made sparks shoot up your spine. he groaned low vibration rumbling through your chest fingers spreading wider digging deeper like he wanted to leave prints.

he broke the kiss just enough to breathe ragged forehead pressed to yours lips brushing. “been waiting three years to feel you like this” voice wrecked low against your mouth.

he kissed you again messy deep hand sliding from ass to front slipping between thighs fingers brushing your clit once teasing then circling slow slick with how wet you were. thumb pressed firm little circles while middle finger dipped lower pushed in slow stretching careful curling just right.

gasped sharp hips bucking into his hand. “sasuke—”

“shh” he murmured, and kissed your jaw then back to your mouth swallowed the moan. “lemme feel how ready you are first.”

sasuke added another finger pumped slow deep thumb never stopping clit steady pressure building fast. free hand gripped your thigh spread you wider on his lap so he could go deeper angle perfect hitting that spot every time. moaning loud now head falling back curls spilling over his arm he sucked mark after mark down your neck collarbone claiming skin.

“so fuckin’ wet for me” his rasped voice rough praise mixed with hunger. you clenched around his fingers thighs shaking breath hitching. “please—close—”

“give it to me” his thumb pressed harder circles faster fingers curling relentless. “cum on my hand then ill give you what you been asking for.”

he shattered hard back arching cry muffled against his shoulder thighs clamping around his wrist waves crashing sharp and sweet. he worked you through it slow soft fingers easing until you were whimpering oversensitive trembling in his lap.

he pulled fingers out slow brought them to his mouth sucked them clean eyes locked on yours dark wicked. “taste so good.”

your face burned but you leaned in kissed him deep tasting yourself on his tongue. he groaned flipped you gentle onto your back hovered over you knee between thighs sweatpants shoved down just enough cock springing free thick flushed tip leaking.

he grabbed condom from nightstand foil crinkling loud in the quiet ripped it open with his teeth—eyes never leaving yours dark intense locked like he was memorizing every flutter of your lashes every shaky inhale. rolled it on slow deliberate hand stroking himself once twice coating latex in your slick from earlier fingers still glistening.

he leaned down forehead pressed to yours breath mingling hot ragged. rubbed the head through your folds slow teasing up and down coating every inch in your wetness slick sounds obscene in the candlelit room. you whimpered soft hips lifting chasing the pressure.

“dont cry either” he murmured grin tugging at his lips rare playful edge to his voice eyes glinting soft in the low light. “this was what you wanted.”

you laughed breathless shaky nodded quick curls spilling over the pillow.

his grin softened something tender flashing quick before he kissed you again deep claiming. one hand braced beside your head other guided himself lined up perfect at your entrance nudged slow careful.

he pushed in slow inch by inch stretch burning sweet turning to full deep pleasure the sting fading fast into heat blooming everywhere till hips flush buried to the hilt. both groaned raw loud bodies locking together trembling.

“fuck so tight” hissed breath shaky ragged forehead pressed hard to yours eyes squeezed shut for a second like he was fighting not to lose it right then. “you okay? talk to me.”

“yeah” you whispered voice small but sure rocked hips little testing the fullness feeling him throb inside you. “—feels good—move please.”

he started slow deep rolls pulling almost out then sliding back in smooth every thrust hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. pace built steady then faster skin slapping wet rhythmic moans curses filling the suite rose petals crushed forgotten under you both.

one hand pinned your wrists gentle above your head fingers laced with yours other gripped thigh hiked it higher spread you wider deeper angle.

a broken moan escaped your lips sasuke kissed you deep swallowing the sound like he owned it. hands firm around your wrists pinned gentle but unyielding above your head fingers laced tight with yours.

he broke away just enough eyes dark blown pupils swallowing everything staring down at you like you were the only thing left in the world.

“fuck—so wet” his voice low wrecked rough dragged out against your mouth breath hot ragged. his thrust got a bit harder deliberate deeper hips snapping forward smooth but forceful each one punching the air from your lungs stretching you fuller thicker than his fingers ever could. the burn had long melted into pure molten pleasure every slide in hitting that spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

you moaned against his mouth loud desperate fist full of his dark hair tugging hard enough to make him hiss low. hair wrapped around your fingers messy sweaty strands sticking to his forehead. your legs tightened around his waist heels digging into his lower back urging him closer deeper like you couldnt get enough couldnt breathe without him filling you completely.

sasuke groaned deep chest rumbling against yours pace picking up steady rhythm skin slapping wet obscene in the candlelit quiet rose petals crushed forgotten under your bodies. every thrust dragged a new sound from you whimpe. moan. gasp—name falling from your lips like prayer.

“taking my dick so good—” he rasped forehead dropping to yours sweat mixing breath mingling hot.

he leaned up slow pulling out deliberate making a wet pop sound with your pussy the sudden emptiness making you whine soft hips chasing him automatic. he scooped you up easy strong arms flipping you onto your stomach gentle but quick.

your ass arched instantly instinct knees spreading silk sheets bunching under you rose petals sticking to damp skin.

sasuke groaned low at the sight hands gripping your hips pulling you back just enough to arch you perfect. he leaned in face first buried between your thighs tongue pointed sharp flicking against your clit fast then slow circles teasing the sensitive bud swollen from earlier. you jolted forward moan muffled into the pillow fists clenching sheets.

“ugh oh my go—” words broke into high whimper hips rocking back pushing against his mouth needy.

he hummed vibration straight through you tongue flattening broad licking long stripe from clit to entrance tasting everything he left behind. hands spread your cheeks wider giving himself more room sucked your clit gentle then harder pointed flicks alternating till your thighs shook hard breath hitching ragged.

“sas—too much” you gasped but pushed back anyway chasing the edge building fast again.

he didnt let up tongue relentless one hand sliding up your back pressing between your shoulder blades keeping you down while the other slipped under circled your clit with thumb firm steady pressure matching his mouth. you were dripping down his chin mess slick coating his lips he groaned into you like he couldnt get enough.

“cum again for me” rasped voice muffled against your pussy hot breath making you clench.

the command snapped you over edge hard back arching ass pushing back cry loud broken thighs clamping around his head waves crashing sharp vision blurring white. he licked slow soft through it easing you down till you were trembling whimpering oversensitive tugging at his hair weak.

he kissed up your spine slow wet open-mouthed trail to your neck nipped the skin sucked another mark possessive.

he didn’t waste any time pushing your back deeper against the bed silk sheets bunching under your shoulder blades rose petals sticking to sweat-slick skin. his hands gripped your hips firm rough fingers digging in just enough to bruise tomorrow pulling you open wider thighs trembling spread for him.

he lined himself up slow deliberate head of his cock nudging your dripping seizing pussy the wet heat kissing his tip making him hiss low through clenched teeth. no hesitation no reaching for the nightstand no condom this time. he wanted raw wanted to feel every velvet inch of you clench around him skin to skin no barrier no pretending this wasnt permanent.

“sasuke—” your voice cracked small needy fingers clutching his shoulders nails biting skin.

he leaned down forehead pressed hard to yours breath ragged hot mingling with yours. “shh baby” murmured lips brushing yours. “just let me— i’ll pull out—”

“promise”

he pushed in slow one long deep slide stretching you open bare thick veined heat filling you completely till hips flush pelvis grinding against your clit once sharp. both groaned raw loud the sound ripping out like it hurt so good. no latex dulling anything every ridge every pulse every twitch raw and overwhelming.

“fuck” he choked out voice wrecked trembling arms braced beside your head muscles flexing hard.

you moaned broken head thrown back curls spilling everywhere hips rocking up greedy chasing more. the stretch burned sweet fuller than before every inch dragging against sensitive walls making sparks shoot up your spine. his bare cock throbbed inside you hot heavy alive pulsing with his heartbeat.

he started moving slow at first deep rolls pulling almost out then sinking back in smooth letting you feel every slide every drag. skin slapping wet obscene louder now no fabric muffling it rose scent heavy mixed with sex sweat vanilla candles flickering low watching.

pace built faster harder hips snapping forward each thrust punching moans from your throat name falling from your lips over and over like a chant. one hand slid under your thigh hiked it high over his shoulder changing angle deeper impossible making you cry out sharp back arching off the bed.

“i cant—stop.” your head shook frantic one hand flying to his abs pressing flat hoping to create even an inch of distance slow him down just a second. he smacked your hand away quick firm not hard enough to hurt but enough to make your palm sting then grabbed a fist of your curls yanked your head back gentle but commanding exposing your throat.

his breath hot ragged against your ear as he slowed down deliberate deep thrusts rolling his hips grinding in circles letting you feel every bare thick inch stretch you claim you from the inside. no rush now just slow punishing depth making your walls flutter clench around him helpless.

“nah you wanted this shit” his voice low gravel rough whispered right in your ear lips brushing the shell sending a fresh shiver racing down your spine. sasuke kissed at your neck slow wet sucked a fresh mark over the last one possessive chain of bruises blooming dark on your skin like a map of where he’d claimed you tonight.

“take it.”

he held his dick deep inside you bare thick pulsing hot no condom no pulling back just raw heat stretching you full. hips stilled for a second letting you feel every inch every throb every vein pressed against your walls. then his hand reached down between your bodies rough fingers finding your swollen clit rubbed slow firm circles making your pussy clench hard involuntary around his fat dick squeezing him like a vice.

“shit—” his breathless moan escaped his lips low broken head dropping to your shoulder teeth grazing skin as he fought to keep control. the sound of him losing it just a little made your stomach flip heat pooling tighter.

he pushed you back down flat on your stomach silk sheets cool against your heated cheek rose petals sticking to your skin like temporary tattoos. strong hands gripped your hips lifted them just enough to arch your ass higher spreading you open wide with rough palms on your cheeks. he held you there exposed vulnerable letting the candlelight catch every detail.

his eyes darkened locked on where his bare dick stretched you wide thick veined shaft disappearing deep inside your pussy slick with both of you. cream coated him glossy white ring forming at the base every time he pulled back slow then sank in again dragging your wetness out with him. the sight made him groan low guttural sound vibrating through his chest into your back.

he bit at his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark teeth sinking in as he watched himself slide in and out mesmerized by how your pussy gripped him sucked him back in greedy clenching involuntary every time he bottomed out. “look at that” sasuke voice rough wrecked barely above a whisper. “creamin’ on my shit.”

his thumbs spread you wider exposing more— you joined watching his cock disappear then reappear slick shining glossy in the low flickering light. the sight snapped something primal in him hips snapping forward harder deeper deliberate each thrust punching a broken moan from your throat making your fingers claw at the sheets.

you whimpered face pressed half into the pillow curls spilling everywhere one hand reaching back blindly trying to grab at his wrist slow him down just for a second. he caught your hand instead pinned it to the small of your back easy like it weighed nothing.

“nah stay open for me” sasuke murmured leaned down chest pressing hot to your back caging you completely. free hand slid around front found your clit again rubbed fast firm circles matching the rhythm of his hips.

the angle had him hitting so deep it felt like he was in your stomach every grind pressing right against that spot that made your toes curl vision blur tears slipping hot down your cheeks. your walls fluttered clenched hard around him milking him desperate trying to pull him deeper keep him there forever.

“oh my go—” your words dissolved into high whine hips rocking back despite yourself chasing the overwhelming stretch the burn the pleasure.

thumb pressed harder on your clit circles turning frantic relentless. heat coiled tight fast thighs shaking hard pussy seizing clenching vicious around his bare cock. you shattered loud cry muffled into the pillow body locking spasming waves crashing violent sweet blinding white behind your eyelids.

he groaned broken hips stuttering erratic pace faltering as your orgasm dragged him right to the edge. he tried to pull back—instinct kicking in late—breath hitching “wait—fuck—gonna—” but your walls clamped down hard milking him ruthless pulling him deeper refusing to let go.

sasuke hips jerked forward one last involuntary thrust burying himself to the hilt as he came hard raw spilling thick hot ropes inside you pulsing flooding your walls coating every inch no condom no barrier just him claiming you deep. the warmth bloomed sudden overwhelming leaking slow around where he was still buried making everything slicker messier fuller.

he froze for a second breath ragged eyes wide realizing what just happened. “shit—i didnt—fuck baby i didnt mean to—”

you whimpered soft overstimulated body still trembling pussy fluttering around him milking the last drops. the feeling of him spilling inside you raw hot thick made another small aftershock ripple through you clenching again making him hiss low.

he stayed buried trembling with you both panting chests heaving sweat dripping mixing on skin. didnt pull out right away just rocked slow shallow letting you feel the warmth the fullness the way his cum started to leak slow when he finally eased back a fraction.

he kissed the back of your neck slow open-mouthed trail to your ear nipped the lobe gentle now. “you okay?” voice wrecked soft laced with a little panic but mostly awe. “i—shit—i pulled too late. you good?”

you nodded sleepy smile curling shaky lips nuzzled back into him. “yeah… felt good… really good. dont worry.”

he huffed quiet laugh shaky exhaled pulled out slow careful watched his cum drip thick slow from your swollen pussy pooling on the sheets eyes dark possessive satisfied guilty all at once. flipped you gentle onto your side pulled you close tucked against his chest arms wrapping tight like he never wanted space between you again. kissed your temple lingering fingers tracing lazy circles over your lower stomach right where he’d just filled you accidentally.

“you sure?” murmured thumb brushing damp curls from your face voice softer now. “didnt mean to go raw like that… got lost in it.”

you smiled weak, tracing his abs with trembling fingertips feeling his heartbeat thunder fast then slow. “mhm it felt really good.”

gojo was supposed to be a one night stand.

you fucked him so good he kept calling and texting, begging for another round. it started once a week, then turned into four nights out of seven with him folding you like a pretzel every time. now you’re at his house party, dancing on another guy while he watches from across the room with a beer in one hand and some girl in the other. he hates it. and when he crooks his fingers, you go.

the house is alive tonight. his house. bass hits hard enough to shake the red cups everywhere. purple and blue lights flash over sweaty bodies. you came because your girls dragged you and because you look too good in this dress to stay home. deep down you wanted him to see.

gojo satoru started as one reckless night after midterms. he bought you a drink, followed you to your dorm, pinned you down and fucked you until sunrise. he was thick and long and stretched you so good your voice cracked saying his name. you clenched around him tight and he came hard with a groan like you broke him. you thought that was the end.

he didn’t.

texts the next morning asking for more. you ignored them at first. then answered at 2 a.m. one more time became once a week. then twice. then four nights out of seven he was inside you somewhere. your dorm bed. his apartment couch. the backseat of his car. he folded your legs over his shoulders, bent you over counters, pressed you against shower tiles and told you no one else could take him like you did. you left every time sore, marked, promising yourself it was the last.

it never was.

tonight you wore black. the dress has no straps at all, just smooth fabric hugging every curve and leaving your entire back bare. cool air kisses your spine every time you move. hem short enough that one wrong step shows everything. gloss on your lips dark and shiny. curls full and bouncing. gold studs catching light. you knew he would notice.

a guy with dreads pulled back and an easy smile found you quick. he offered a shot. you took it. let him pull you to the dance floor where bodies pressed close. his hands started at your waist then slid down to cup your ass. you arched into him and rolled your hips slow. felt him get hard against you. your nails scraped up his neck and tugged his head down. you laughed at whatever he said. didn’t care what it was.

across the room gojo watched.

he leaned against the kitchen island with a beer bottle loose in his fingers. one arm around some girl pressed to his side. she giggled and kissed his jaw. pretty. glossy. didn’t matter.

he wasn’t looking at her.

his hat pushed his hair down, messy. jaw tight. no smirk. just blue eyes locked on you. watching every grind. every time your dress rode higher. every squeeze of that guy’s hand on your bare lower back.

you held his stare through the lights and smiled slow. taunting.

the girl kissed the corner of his mouth. he didn’t kiss back. just lifted two fingers and crooked them once.

your stranger’s hand slipped bolder between your thighs. you let him feel you for a second—wet, hot, obvious—then pulled away. didn’t say a word. just turned and walked straight upstairs to the bathroom. knowing gojo would follow.

the hallway upstairs is darker, quieter, bass still thumping through the floorboards like a heartbeat. you push the bathroom door open. light flickers on when you step inside—harsh fluorescent, mirror big enough to show everything. you leave the door cracked. not wide. just enough.

you lean against the sink, palms flat on cool porcelain, back arched so the bare skin catches the light. dress already riding high from the stairs. you wait.

footsteps. heavy. deliberate.

door swings open wider. gojo steps in. kicks it shut behind him. lock clicks.

he’s close now. close enough you feel the heat off him before he even touches you. hat still on, hair messier under it. eyes dark behind the lenses he never took off. jaw still tight.

“you think that’s cute?” his voice low, rough. “lettin some random feel what’s mine in my own house?”

you rolled your eyes, before meeting his in the mirror.

“i’m grown i can do what i want. you’re not my boyfriend.”

he lets out a slow breath through his nose, almost a laugh but sharper, colder. his hand comes up fast—fingers curling around the front of your throat from behind, not choking, just holding you still so you can’t look away from his reflection.

“not your boyfriend,” he repeats, voice dropping to that dangerous velvet tone he only uses when he’s two seconds from losing it. “that’s what you tell yourself when you’re bouncin’ on my dick four nights a week? when you’re screamin’ my name so loud your roommate had to turn up her music?”

you gripped his hands that were against your neck, making you arch because of the height. his thumb strokes once over your pulse—slow, deliberate—like he’s reminding your heart who it beats for.

“you let him grab your ass right in front of me. let him think he had a shot. you wanted to see how long it’d take me to drag you up here and fuck the attitude outta’ you?”

you swallow under his palm. try to keep your voice steady. “I loved when he grabbed my ass too.”

he squeezed your throat just a bit. enough to make your breath catch, enough to send a fresh pulse of heat straight between your legs. not enough to hurt. just enough to remind you he could if he wanted to.

his eyes narrowed behind the dark lenses, that familiar blue gone stormy and unreadable. the corner of his mouth twitched—not quite a smile, more like the slow curl of a predator savoring the moment before the bite, deciding exactly how much to savor the tremble he could already feel in your body

“you just want attention,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough and low enough to vibrate against your skin. “you know what you really love.”

he pressed forward then—deliberate, unhurried—letting the thick, insistent ridge of his forming erection grind slow and heavy against the plush curve of your ass through the thin fabric of your dress. the friction dragged a quiet, involuntary sound from your throat, barely audible over the muffled bass leaking under the door. his lips found the side of your neck, warm and open-mouthed, kissing a lazy path upward until they settled at your ear.

“if you keep being a slut,” he whispered, the word soft and filthy against the shell of your ear, “i’ll fuck you like one.”

his free hand slid around to the front of your body—fingers splaying wide over the soft swell of your lower belly before drifting lower. he gathered the hem of your dress in one smooth tug, the cool air kissing the newly bared skin of your thighs, your hips, the sensitive crease where thigh met ass. the fabric bunched high, exposing the black lace that was already clinging damply to your folds.

he didn’t rush.

his palm cupped you fully—hot, possessive, the heel of his hand pressing firm against your mound while his middle finger traced the slick seam of you through the lace. slow. teasing. feeling the way your body fluttered at the lightest touch, already swollen and aching for more.

you inhaled sharp through your nose. your hips canted forward on instinct, chasing that single finger like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

he chuckled—low, dark, the sound rumbling through his chest into your back.

“look at you,” he breathed against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin there with every word. “already so wet your panties are stuck to you. actin like you hate me downstairs, dancin on some nobody, but up here? this greedy little pussy’s tellin the truth.”

he hooked the lace aside with one finger. slow and deliberate. letting the cool air hit your bare dripping folds for one torturous second before his bare palm covered you again. skin on skin now. his middle finger parted you gently. sliding through the slick heat until he found your entrance and pushed in. slow inch by inch. letting you feel the stretch. the slight burn. the way your walls sucked him deeper like they were starving.

a soft broken whimper slipped past your lips.

he added a second finger. curled them both upward in that perfect devastating hook that made your knees threaten to give. stroked slow and deep while his thumb found your clit. swollen and throbbing. and circled with maddening patience. wet sounds filled the small room. the slick glide of his fingers. your shallow breathing. the faint creak of the sink as your grip tightened on the edge.

“that’s it” he whispered. lips grazing the spot just below your ear that always made you shiver. “keep quiet for me princess. don’t want anybody coming up here wondering why my brat is moaning like she’s getting ruined in the bathroom.”

his fingers pumped once. twice. slow deep drags that made your thighs tremble and your toes curl inside your heels. every curl of his digits brushed that spongy spot inside you until sparks danced behind your eyelids.

“you loved his hands on you?” he asked. voice deceptively soft. almost tender. “tell me again. tell me how much better his grip felt than mine while i’m knuckle deep in this wet little cunt.”

you shook your head. small and frantic. hips rocking forward onto his hand despite yourself.

“no?” he tilted his head. fingers slowing to a torturous glide. barely moving. just pressing. “then say it. say whose fingers make you drip like this.”

“yours” you breathed. voice cracking on the word.

“whose?”

“yours satoru.”

he rewarded you instantly. fingers speeding up. curling harder. thumb pressing firmer circles on your clit until your hips jerked and your breath came in short desperate pants.

“good girl” he praised. voice thick with satisfaction. “that’s what i like to hear.”

he pulled his fingers free suddenly. slow wet drag that left you clenching around nothing. you whined. loud and needy. before you could stop yourself.

he laughed softly against your neck.

then the clink of his belt buckle. the rasp of his zipper. the soft sound of fabric shifting as he freed himself. thick. heavy. the blunt head already slick with pre cum.

he did not tease long.

he rubbed the swollen tip through your folds. once. twice. coating himself in your arousal until you were trembling. thighs shaking. hips twitching toward him.

“you want attention?” he murmured. lips brushing your neck again. teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “here’s your fucking attention.”

he thrust in. slow at first. letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open. filling you until your breath punched out in a soft cry. then harder. deeper. burying himself to the hilt in one smooth devastating stroke.

your back arched. nails scraping the counter. a broken moan muffled against your own arm.

he clamped his hand over your mouth from behind. palm hot. fingers tight across your lips.

“shh baby” he growled low. already pulling back only to slam forward again. hard. deep. relentless. “take it quiet. take it like the good little slut you are for me.”

he fucked you with purpose. hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm that made the sink rattle. your body jolt against the cold marble. ass pressed flush to his pelvis with every thrust. your dress stayed rucked high. bare back arched. skin flushed and damp with sweat. his free hand roamed. sliding up your spine. fingers splaying wide over naked skin. then fisting your curls to yank your head back so you had to watch in the mirror.

“look” he snarled. voice wrecked and raw. “look how pretty you are when you’re stuffed full of me. look how this tight pussy grips me like it never wants to let go.”

you did.

saw the wreck of yourself. curls pulled tight in his grip. gloss smeared across swollen lips. mascara streaking faint dark lines. chest heaving. nipples peaked against the thin fabric. his hat still low. hair messy beneath it. his jaw clenched tight. his hips driving forward in relentless rhythm. the obscene sight of his cock disappearing inside you over and over. slick shining on your thighs.

“who do you belong to?” he demanded. breath hot against your ear.

“you” you sobbed against his palm. voice muffled and trembling.

“louder.”

“you daddy!”

he rewarded you with a deep grind. hips circling slow. pressing your clit against the base of him until your vision whited out and your walls fluttered hard around his length.

“that’s my girl” he growled. “come for me. come all over the cock you pretend you don’t need.”

he did not let up. pounding harder. deeper. until your thighs locked. body seizing. orgasm crashing through you in blinding waves. you came crying his name into his hand. tears slipping down your cheeks. walls pulsing and milking him.

he stayed buried inside you through the aftershocks. letting you feel the heavy throb of him. the way your body still fluttered weakly around his length. then. slowly. he pulled out.

your pussy made that soft wet pop sound as the head slipped free. a thick string of your combined release stretching between you for a heartbeat before it broke.

you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. thighs trembling. slick dripping down the inside of one leg.

he stepped between your knees. hands sliding up the outsides of your thighs. thumbs brushing the sensitive inner skin. spreading you wider so he could see the mess he made. puffy folds glistening. his cum slowly leaking out of you. mixing with your own arousal. dripping in slow lazy beads onto the counter.

his eyes darkened behind the lenses. hungry all over again.

“look at this” he murmured. voice thick. one finger tracing the creamy trail leaking from you. gathering it on his fingertip before bringing it to your lips. “open.”

you parted your lips obediently. tongue flicking out to taste the salty-sweet mix of both of you. sucking his finger clean while holding his gaze.

he groaned low in his throat. the sound rumbled through his chest and into yours. free hand cupping the back of your neck. fingers threading into your curls. cradling your as he pulled you into a slow deep kiss. his lips moved against yours with lazy possession.

tongue sliding in to taste the salty-sweet mix of both of you still lingering on yours. he licked into your mouth slow and thorough. savoring. claiming every corner like he was erasing the memory of anyone else ever touching you.

the kiss turned filthy. wet. unhurried. lips sliding. tongues tangling. soft sucking sounds filling the humid air between you. your hands fisted the front of his shirt. pulling him closer until there was no space left. just heat. just the slick glide of mouths and the faint tremor running through both of you.

his other hand stayed low. wrapped around the thick base of his cock. still hard. still slick from being inside you. he stroked himself once. slow. letting the head nudge your swollen folds. parting them gently. coating himself in the creamy mess he’d already left behind. the blunt tip caught on your entrance. pressing just enough to make your breath hitch against his lips.

he broke the kiss only far enough to speak. voice gravel-rough and wrecked. lips brushing yours with every word.

“still so tight for me” he murmured. “even after i fucked you raw. this pussy still wants more. doesn’t it?”

you nodded. small. desperate. thighs trembling around his hips. slick dripping down your folds. coating the head of him as he rubbed slow circles against your entrance. teasing the stretch without pushing in yet.

“say it” he whispered. nose brushing yours. breath mingling. “tell daddy you want it again.”

your voice came out soft. hoarse. barely above a whisper.

“want it daddy. want you inside me again.”

he groaned again. deeper this time. the sound vibrating against your lips. then he pushed forward. slow. deliberate. letting you feel every thick inch as he sank back in. stretching you open all over again. your walls fluttered around him. greedy. sucking him deeper like they’d missed him already.

you gasped into his mouth. nails digging into his shoulders. head falling back against the mirror with a soft thud.

he bottomed out. hips flush to yours. staying buried deep. letting you adjust to the full heavy stretch. his forehead dropped to yours. breathing ragged. eyes locked behind the dark lenses even though you couldn’t see them clearly.

“feel that?” he murmured. rolling his hips in a slow grind. making you feel him everywhere. “that’s mine. all of it. no more dancing on nobody else. no more letting hands that aren’t mine touch what belongs to me.”

you whimpered. hips rocking forward on instinct. chasing the friction.

“promise” you breathed. voice trembling. “only you.”

he kissed you again. softer this time. rewarding. tongue stroking yours in lazy rhythm while his hips started to move. slow deep thrusts. pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. letting you feel the drag. the stretch. the way your body clung to him.

the sink creaked under your weight. your legs wrapped tighter around his waist. heels digging into his lower back. urging him deeper.

he fucked you slow now. deliberate. every thrust measured to hit that spot that made your toes curl. every grind pressing your clit against him until sparks danced up your spine.

his hand slid from your neck to cup your face. thumb stroking your cheek. wiping away the last streak of mascara with surprising gentleness.

“you’re so pretty when you’re full of me” he whispered against your lips. “so pretty when you’re mine.”

you clenched around him hard. walls fluttering. close again already. the slow build making everything sharper. hotter.

“daddy—” you whimpered. “gonna come again.”

“i know baby” he murmured. hips rolling deeper. grinding harder. “come for me. let me feel it. let me feel you soak my cock one more time before i take you home and do this all night.”

you shattered. quiet this time. body locking up. orgasm rolling through you in long slow waves. walls pulsing around him. milking him. tears slipping down your cheeks again.

he followed right after. thrusting deep one last time. spilling hot and thick inside you with a low broken groan. hips jerking through the aftershocks.

he stayed buried. breathing hard against your neck. arms wrapping around you. holding you close while you both came down.

after a long minute he kissed your temple. soft. lingering.

“next time you want attention” he murmured. kissing the corner of your mouth slow and lingering. “you come find me first. don’t make me hunt you down and fuck you stupid in a bathroom.”

you laughed. shaky. hoarse. utterly wrecked.

“Mm how about no?”

he smirked. small. dangerous. satisfied.

“keep testing me. see what happens next time.”

he kissed your temple. slow. almost sweet. then eased out carefully. both of you hissing at the sensitivity. he fixed your panties with gentle fingers. smoothed your dress back down over your hips like he hadn’t just unraveled you completely.

the party still thumped below. music and laughter leaked under the door.

he cupped your face in both hands. kissed you softer this time. deep. slow. claiming every last breath.

“come find me when you’re ready to leave” he said quietly against your lips. “i’m taking you home.”

you nodded. still catching your breath. thighs slick. body humming.

he adjusted his hat. gave you one last long possessive look.

then slipped out the door.

you stayed there a minute longer. legs shaky. skin flushed. marked inside and out.

you stared in the mirror, already knowing that when you went home with him you were going to be folded again.

legs hooked over his shoulders until your knees kissed your chest. back bowed off the mattress like a drawn bowstring. thighs quivering around his ears while he buried his face between them and licked you slow and filthy. tongue flat and broad one minute. pointed and flicking the next. sucking your clit into his mouth until your hips bucked and your fingers twisted in his hair. begging without words because your voice would already be gone by then.

then flipped. face down. ass up. wrists pinned above your head in one of his big hands while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave prints. he’d slide in slow at first. letting you feel the stretch all over again. the way your walls fluttered and sucked at him like they were trying to keep him forever. then he’d snap his hips forward. deep and punishing. bed creaking. headboard thumping the wall in rhythm with your muffled moans into the pillow. he’d lean over you. chest to your back. lips at your ear. whispering filthy praise while he railed you senseless.

“gonna keep testing me princess?” he’d growl. voice wrecked and low. hips never stopping. “gonna see how many times i can make this pussy come before you pass out on my dick?”

the thought alone made your core clench hard around nothing. fresh heat blooming low in your belly. slick trickling down your inner thigh in a slow warm line. mixing with the thick load he’d already pumped deep inside you. you could still feel him there. heavy and warm. leaking out in lazy pulses. marking you from the inside like a brand only he could see.

your reflection stared back. lips swollen and glossy-smeared. mascara faint under your eyes like war paint. curls wild from his fingers. neck dotted with fresh red blooms from his teeth and suction. cheeks flushed high. eyes glassy and dark with want. you looked thoroughly claimed. thoroughly his.

and you loved it.

the bathroom door creaked open behind you.

he stepped back in. quiet. deliberate. hat still low. eyes hidden but you could feel them raking over you anyway.

“couldn’t stay away long?” you asked. voice still hoarse. teasing just enough to poke the bear.

he closed the distance in two steps. hands sliding around your waist from behind. pulling your back flush to his chest again. one palm flat over your lower belly. pressing gently so you felt the faint ache of how full you still were. the other hand drifting up. cupping your jaw. tilting your face so you had to look at both of you in the mirror.

“nah” he murmured against your temple. lips brushing skin. “just came to make sure my girl remembers who she’s leaving with.”

his fingers dipped lower. slipping under the hem of your dress one more time. tracing the sticky mess between your thighs. pushing two fingers back inside slow and easy. fucking his cum deeper while his thumb grazed your oversensitive clit in lazy circles.

you gasped soft. hips rocking back against him on instinct.

“still leakin’ me” he whispered. voice thick with satisfaction. “good. want you walking out of here feeling every step. want everybody downstairs to smell me on you. see the way you limp a little. know exactly who ruined you tonight.”

you whimpered. thighs trembling. walls fluttering around his fingers.

“daddy” you breathed. soft and needy.

he groaned low. kissing the side of your neck. teeth grazing.

“that’s right baby. say it again when we get home. say it while i’m folding you in half. while i’m balls deep and you’re crying for more.”

he pulled his fingers free. licked them clean slow. eyes locked on yours in the mirror the whole time.

then he turned you around. kissed you once more. deep and claiming. tongue stroking yours like he was memorizing the taste.

“five minutes” he said against your lips. “meet me downstairs. wear my hoodie. let ’em see.”

you nodded. breathless. body still humming.

he gave you one last possessive look. thumb brushing your bottom lip.

then he left. door clicking shut soft behind him.

you turned back to the mirror. fixed your gloss with shaky fingers. smoothed your curls. tugged your dress down one last time.

but you could still feel him everywhere.

inside. on your skin. in your pulse.

and you knew the night was far from over.

you were about to be folded. ruined. worshipped.

again.

gojo always helped you study for tests. even though you were dumb as fuck. your boyfriend loved you anyway. sat you right in his lap every time. long legs stretched out under the desk. big hands guiding yours over the paper. glasses low on his nose. white hair falling messy into his eyes while he tried to explain calculus like it was simple.

“you got it wrong again.” he pressed the pencil against the math equation. tip digging into the paper where your answer went sideways. voice soft. patient. never mean.

“fuck i’m sorry.” you leaned down. forehead thumping against the table. curls spilling everywhere. “i just really don’t know how to do it.”

he hummed low. hand sliding up your back. rubbing slow circles over the thin material of your cropped tank. the one that barely covered anything. tits smushed against your shirt everytime you shifted.

you looked back up. pout already forming. glossy lips trembling just a little. “i’m really trying.”

“i know. it’s okay baby i promise.” thumb brushed your cheek. wiping away the tiny frustrated tear that escaped. “let’s try again.”

you nodded. sniffled. sat up straighter. ass grinding back against his lap on accident. or maybe not. he groaned quiet. hips twitching up once before he caught himself.

“cmon, you need to get this formula.” but his free hand slid under your skirt anyway. fingers tracing lazy circles over the lace of your panties. not pushing. just teasing. keeping you warm. keeping you his.

you bit your lip. tried to concentrate. pencil shaky in your hand. but every time he explained the derivative. every time his voice dropped lower to say “chain rule, baby.” his fingers would dip under the lace. brush your clit so light you almost dropped the pencil.

“satoru…” you whined. hips rocking against his hand. thighs trembling in his lap.

he grinned. other hand still holding onto your pencil. steady. patient.

“pay attention.”

he explained the problem to you again. slow. clear. voice low and calm like always. you tried. really tried. wrote the steps again. tongue poking out between glossy lips. brows scrunched. but the numbers still blurred. still didn’t line up.

wrong. again.

this time his hand slipped through your panties. two thick lengthy fingers sliding past your folds. slow. deep. stretching you open until your walls fluttered greedy around them.

you gasped sharp. pencil clattering to the table. back arching against his chest. tits pressing harder into the cropped tank.

“if you keep getting it wrong…” he murmured against your ear. voice still calm. still patient. but darker now. “…you’re going to upset me.”

his fingers curled inside you. pads rubbing that spongy spot that made your vision spot white. thumb circling your clit slow. deliberate. not fast enough to let you cum. just enough to keep you right on the edge.

you sobbed soft. high and needy. hips rolling down onto his hand. trying to chase more. more pressure. more speed. more of him.

“‘toru—please—”

“shh.” he kissed your temple. soft. sweet. like he wasn’t currently knuckle-deep in your pussy while you sat in his lap failing calculus. “one more time. get it right. and i’ll let you cum on my fingers.”

you whimpered. picked up the pencil with trembling fingers. tried again. wrote the equation. solved it slow. shaky lines. messy numbers. but this time… right.

he hummed pleased. low in his throat. fingers thrusting deeper. faster. curling harder against that spot. thumb pressing firm on your clit.

“good girl.”

you shattered. pussy clamping down rhythmic around his fingers. gushing slick heat down his hand. moans cracking loud in the quiet library. body shaking in his lap. vision blurring white at the edges.

satoru worked you through it. slow. gentle now. drawing out every tremor. every little aftershock. until you were limp against his chest. breathing ragged. curls sticking to damp cheeks.

he pulled his fingers free. slick and shiny. brought them to your lips.

“taste how good you did, baby.”

you sucked them clean. soft. needy. eyes locked on his. blue gone dark with pride.

he kissed you after. slow. deep. tasting yourself on your tongue.

now it was time for a different equation. with a different formula. a different rule. making you forget the last one completely. you rested on gojo’s lap. thighs spread over his. back pressed to his chest. cropped tank riding up. skirt already hiked high around your waist.

eyes focused on the notebook in front of you. pencil gripped tight in shaky fingers.

“okay im going to explain this one to you.” and so he did. voice low. patient. pointing at stuff in the book. writing out the steps slow. solving the problem perfect. long fingers guiding yours over the paper. every time he leaned in closer. his breath brushed your ear. white hair tickling your cheek. glasses slipping low on his nose.

you tried. really tried. copied what he did. tongue poking out between glossy lips. brows scrunched. curls spilling over your shoulders. but when it was your turn to do the same thing. your answer? wrong.

gojo sighed soft. fond. not mad. never mad at you.

his hand went up your skirt again. slow. deliberate. this time pulling the lace to the side. letting your slick drip free. warm and messy. leaking onto his jeans. soaking through the rough denim where his thick boner pressed insistent against that damp sweet hole of your pussy. the hard ridge of him trapped behind the zipper. hot and straining. nudging right at your entrance through the layers.

you whimpered. hips shifting on instinct. grinding back against him. feeling every inch of how hard he was. how thick. the denim rough against your slick folds. making you clench around nothing. clit throbbing with every little drag.

“wrong again, baby.” he murmured against your neck. lips brushing skin. voice calm. but darker now. fingers sliding through your folds. coating themselves in your wetness. circling your clit once. slow. light. making your thighs tremble.

“‘toru…” whine slipping out breathy. needy. pencil forgotten. notebook sliding off the desk with a soft thump.

he chuckled low. hand gripping your hip. holding you still while the other kept teasing. dipping just the tip of one finger inside you. then pulling out. over and over. keeping you right on the edge.

“you know what happens when you get it wrong.” he rasped. hips rolling up slow. letting the hard length of his cock drag along your slick slit through the denim. rough fabric catching on your clit. making you gasp sharp. “no cumming until you get it right.”

you sobbed soft. head falling back against his shoulder. curls sticking to damp skin. tits heaving under the cropped tank. nipples stiff and aching.

“please… i can’t think when you’re—” hips bucking. trying to get more friction. more of him. denim scraping deliciously against your swollen folds.

gojo kissed your neck. sucked soft. left a little mark.

“then think harder,” he pulled his hand away completely. left you throbbing. empty. whining. “one more try. get it right… and i’ll fuck you right here on this desk.”

your eyes fluttered open. glassy. desperate. you reached for the pencil with trembling fingers. opened the notebook again. tried to focus. but his cock was right there. thick. hot. pressing against your hole through the jeans. leaking through the denim. every tiny shift made you clench around nothing.

you wrote the equation. slow. shaky. wrong again.

gojo tsked soft. disappointed but still so gentle.

“aww, baby.” he murmured. hand sliding back under your skirt. but this time he didn’t tease. he tugged his zipper down. freed his cock. thick. flushed. dripping. lined it up with your entrance through the open fly of his jeans.

“guess we’ll have to practice a different way.”

he pushed in slow. inch by thick inch. stretching you wide until he bottomed out. balls pressed tight against you. denim rough against your ass. your back arched sharp. moan cracking loud in the quiet library.

“there we go.” he groaned. hands gripping your waist. starting to move. slow. deep, letting you feel every ridge. every vein. jeans scraping your thighs with every thrust.

your eyes rolled to the back of your pretty head. lashes fluttering. mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

“ug—”

gojo pulled your chin down gentle but firm. making you look back at the notes. open notebook still on the desk. pencil marks messy from earlier tries.

“do the fuckin’ problem, baby.”

you slightly gasped. the flats of your shoes tried to climb his legs as he impaled you on you dick, with those slow deep thrust. pussy stretched wide. walls fluttering greedy around him with every slow roll of his hips.

you grabbed the pencil. hands frantically shaking. fingers trembling so bad the lead scratched crooked across the page. curls bouncing with every shallow thrust. cropped tank slipping lower. tits jiggling free. nipples stiff and aching against the cool air.

gojo’s breath hot against your ear. voice low. calm. but edged with that dark patience.

“focus, pretty girl.” he murmured. one hand sliding up to cup your jaw. thumb brushing your glossy bottom lip. “write the chain rule. show me you learned something.”

you whimpered. tried. pencil tip hovering. then scratching out numbers. wrong again. hips bucking back on instinct. chasing more of him. pussy clenching hard around his cock.

he tsked soft. disappointed but still so gentle.

“wrong.” he pulled out slow. almost all the way. then slammed back in deep. balls slapping wet against you. jeans rough against your ass. making you cry out sharp.

“try again.”

you sobbed. tears pricking your lashes. pencil shaking harder. wrote again. slow. messy. but this time… right.

gojo groaned pleased. low in his throat. hips rewarding you with a deep grind. base kissing your clit. thumb finding it. rubbing slow circles.

“good girl.” he praised. voice rough now. “see? you can do it when you really try.”

he picked up pace. steady. punishing. desk shaking under you both. notebook sliding. pencil rolling off the edge. forgotten.

your moans cracked low. broken. echoing in the quiet library. body shaking in his lap. pussy fluttering greedy.

“it’s too—too deep…” you tried to straighten your back. thighs trembling. pushing up on shaky arms. but gojo just rose up with you. chest pressing flush to your back. one arm banding around your waist. locking you down. cock sinking even deeper. stretching you wider. filling every inch until you felt split open and claimed.

“are you running?” he murmured against your ear. voice calm. patient. but edged dark. hips rolling up slow. deliberate. letting you feel how thick he was. how deep. jeans still half-open. rough denim scraping your inner thighs with every thrust. zipper biting skin.

you shook your head frantic. curls bouncing. tears slipping hot down your cheeks. “n-no—‘toru—i can’t—”

“you can.” he kissed your temple. soft. sweet. like he wasn’t currently ruining you on a library desk after hours. “you took it all last time. you’re gonna take it now.”

his free hand slid up. cupped your jaw. tilted your head back so your eyes met his over your shoulder. blue gone dark behind clear lenses. glasses slipping low. white hair messy from your fingers earlier.

“look at me, baby.” he thrust deeper. held there. grinding slow circles. base kissing your clit again. thumb still rubbing lazy. keeping you right on the edge. “tell me you want it deeper.”

you whimpered. lips trembling. mascara smudged. glossy pout quivering. but your hips rolled back anyway. pussy clenching greedy around him. betraying you.

“i—i want it deeper…” voice cracked. small. needy.

gojo hummed pleased. kissed your shoulder. then snapped his hips forward. hard. deep. punching the air from your lungs. moan tearing out loud enough to echo through the empty stacks.

“that’s my girl.”

he fucked you relentless now. steady rhythm turning brutal. desk creaking loud. books shifting on shelves behind you. your tits bounced free under the cropped tank. nipples scraping fabric. every thrust making them jiggle. making you cry out sharper.

you were already dumb. but now? you were stupid. brain melted to sweet sticky nothing. head fell back on his shoulder. curls spilling wild over his white tee. lips parted glossy and trembling. eyes half-lidded glassy.

his hand rose up your cropped shirt. big palm sliding under the fabric. cupping one tit fully. thumb brushing slow over your nipple. pinching just enough to make you gasp sharp.

“your pussy is so tight…” he whispered rough against your ear. voice low gravelly. hips rolling up slow. deliberate. letting those sticky wet sounds slip out of you. loud in the quiet library. gluck— gluck— gluck every time he dragged out then pushed back in deep. jeans still half-open. rough denim scraping your inner thighs. zipper biting soft skin.

you whimpered. high and broken. thighs trembling around his. pussy fluttering greedy around every thick inch of him. walls sucking him deeper like she never wanted him to leave. slick dripping down his cock. soaking the denim. pooling on the chair beneath you.

“‘toru…” voice cracked needy. hands flying to his forearms. nails digging in. trying to ground yourself. but every slow thrust punched the air from your lungs. made your back arch harder against his chest. tits bouncing free under the stretched crop top.

he groaned low. other hand sliding up to grip your jaw. tilting your head so your eyes met his over your shoulder. blue gone dark behind clear lenses. glasses fogged a little from your heat.

“look at me, baby.” he murmured. hips grinding deep. base kissing your clit. making your toes curl in the air. “tell me you love this dick.”

you sobbed soft. tears slipping hot down your cheeks. mascara smudged. glossy pout quivering.

“i love it…” voice small. broken. “i—love your dick, ‘toru…”

he hummed pleased. kissed your temple. then snapped his hips forward. hard. deep. punching a loud moan out of you. echoing through the empty stacks.

“that’s my girl.” he growled. pace picking up. steady turning brutal. desk creaking loud. books shifting on shelves. your moans spilling free now. no more holding back. loud and unrestrained.

your legs twitched as you orgasmed, pussy clenching his thick dick. walls fluttering greedy around every inch. milking him hard while slick heat gushed down his shaft. soaking the open fly of his jeans.

“fuuck.” he cursed under his breath. voice rough. wrecked. hips rising deeper. grinding slow. letting you feel how full he kept you. how deep he stayed buried even after you came.

a breathless moan escaped your lips. high and broken. body shaking in his arms. toes curling tight in your flats. curls sticking damp to your cheeks.

“let’s move.” he stood up. you still practically impaled on his dick. he didn’t let you unwrap. just lifted you straight up by the thighs. big hands gripping firm under your ass. keeping your back to his chest. your legs dangling loose over his forearms now. toes pointed down. feet never touching the ground. swaying helpless with every step.

he carried you like that. stomach pressed forward. ass arched back against his hips. skirt bunched high. panties shoved aside. pussy leaking around his cock. dripping down his balls. leaving a trail on the library floor.

he moved you over to a bookshelf. turned your body so your stomach pressed flush to the tall wooden shelves. tits smushed against the cool spines. books digging into your ribs. nipples scraping rough. curls spilling wild over your shoulders. one hand braced high on the shelf above your head. the other gripping the edge below. steadying yourself. ass arched high for him. gown riding up completely. exposing everything.

he raised one of your legs. hooked it high over his forearm. spreading you wider. deeper. tip of your toes still dangling. barely brushing the floor. your hands gripped the edge of the bookshelf. knuckles white. holding on while he kept you pinned. impaled. full.

“read a fuckin’ book while i fuck you.” he rasped. voice low. dark. calm but edged with that mean patience.

he reached up. pulled a random book from the shelf right in front of your face. slim paperback. the great gatsby. english lit. pressed it into your shaky hands.

“open it. chapter three. read the party scene out loud.”

he thrust up slow. deep. letting the head kiss that spongy spot inside. making your eyes roll. stomach pressed harder against the shelf. books shifting behind you.

you whimpered. fingers trembling on the cover. book light. pages blurring through tears. tried to focus. lips parting glossy. voice already cracking before you even started.

“th-there w-was… music f-from my neighbor’s h-house through the s-summer nights…” the words stumbled out. high and shaky. breaking on every syllable. hips rocking back on instinct. chasing more. breath hitching between letters.

“stop stuttering and read the fuckin’ book.” he pushed up higher. giving you more dick than you could take. thick head kissing so deep it punched the air from your lungs. stomach pressed harder against the shelf. books digging sharp into your ribs. nipples scraping rough against the spines. a choked sob tore out of you. book slipping in your grip.

“i-i c-can’t—” voice fractured. barely above a whisper. tears spilling hot down your cheeks. mascara smudged dark under your eyes. curls sticking everywhere. thighs quivering around his forearm where he kept your leg hooked high.

he tsked soft. disappointed but still so gentle. hips rolling slow. deliberate. letting you feel every inch stretch you wider. every vein drag against your walls.

“you can.” he murmured against your ear. voice calm. patient. but edged dark. “or i’ll keep going deeper until you do.”

he thrust up again. slow. punishing. base grinding against your clit. making your toes curl in the air. tip of them still dangling. never touching the floor. your whole body shook. pussy clenching desperate around him. trying to adjust. trying to take it. but he was too thick. too deep. filling every inch until you felt split open and stupid.

you sobbed louder. book trembling in your hands. tried again. voice small. wrecked. stuttering worse now.

“you like how i’m fucking you?” he groaned by your ear. voice low. wrecked. hot breath fanning over your skin. hips rolling up slow. deep. letting every thick inch drag against your walls. making those wet sticky sounds fill the quiet library stacks.

“m-mhm—” your voice trembled. cracked high and needy. barely forming the sound. thighs quivering around his forearm where he kept your leg hooked high. toes dangling. pointed down. never touching the floor. stomach pressed flush to the bookshelf. tits smushed against the spines. nipples scraping rough with every thrust.

he kissed at your neck. open-mouthed. sucking slow. deliberate. leaving little hickeys that bloomed dark against your skin. teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. pussy clenching hard around him in response.

“you sure?” he teased. a moan slipping from his voice. rough and broken. dick twitching deep inside you. hips stuttering once before he ground in deeper. base kissing your clit. making your eyes roll back hard. lashes fluttering. mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

you nodded frantic. curls bouncing wild. one hand reached back. palm flat against his sweater-covered chest. fingers digging in. feeling the hard muscle flex under the soft wool. he moaned low in your ear. dick jumping again. throbbing thick inside your fluttering walls.

“are you gonna let me cum in your pussy again…?”

his voice dropped darker. gravelly. hand sliding up to cup your jaw from behind. thumb brushing your glossy bottom lip. tilting your head so your cheek pressed against his. blue eyes dark behind clear lenses. glasses fogged a little from your heat.

you whimpered. nodded again. faster. desperate. tears slipping hot down your cheeks. mascara smudged. voice small. broken. stuttering worse now.

“y-yes… please… c-cum in me… ‘toru…”

he groaned pleased. low and filthy. hips snapping forward harder. punishing. bookshelf shaking. books thumping soft against your stomach. your moans spilling free. loud and unrestrained. echoing through the empty aisles.

“good girl.” he rasped. pace turning brutal. steady rhythm gone. just deep. relentless thrusts. cock sinking impossibly deeper. jeans rough against your ass. sweater soft against your back.

“gonna cum in this tight pussy again. make you leak me all the way home.” one hand slid down. thumb finding your clit. rubbing fast messy circles. keeping you right on the edge.

your body tensed. thighs quivering. breath hitching short desperate pants. the coil snapped vicious. pussy clamping down hard. gushing slick heat around him. moans loud and broken. vision blurring white.

gojo followed right after. hips stuttering. groan rough against your neck. cock throbbing thick inside you. spilling hot thick ropes deep. filling you up until it leaked out. dripping down his balls. soaking into the denim.

he held you there. pressed against the shelf. breathing ragged against your neck. letting you feel every last pulse.

the fluids leaked down your trembling leg. warm. sticky. thick ropes of him mixed with your own slick. trailing slow down your inner thigh. dripping past your knee. pooling at the top of your sock. you probably would pass your test now. brain finally quiet. no more equations bouncing around your skull. just the soft fuzzy afterglow of being fucked stupid against a library bookshelf.

gojo held you steady. big hands gentle on your waist now. turning you slow so your back pressed to the shelves instead of your stomach. tits heaving under the cropped tank. nipples still stiff from the cool air and the rough scrape of book spines. panties crooked and soaked. curls a mess. mascara smudged under your eyes. glossy lips parted. breathing ragged.

he leaned in. kissed your forehead. soft. lingering. then your cheek. your jaw. wiped a stray tear with his thumb. voice low. tender. no trace of the mean edge left.

“you did so good, baby.” he murmured. fingers carding through your curls. tucking them behind your ear. “knew you could handle it.”

you smiled sleepy. weak. nuzzling into his sweater. wool warm against your cheek. scent of him—clean laundry. faint cologne. sex—filling your lungs. legs still shaking too hard to stand on your own. he caught every wobble. arms wrapping tight. holding you up like always.

“think you learned something?” he teased. soft chuckle rumbling in his chest.

you nodded slow. voice raspy. barely there.

“mhm… chain rule… and how to take your dick deeper!”

he laughed quiet. kissed the top of your head.

“that’s my girl.”

he reached down. tugged your panties back into place. gentle. careful. even though you both knew it was pointless. everything was already leaking out. soaking the lace. dripping down your legs. he fixed your skirt as best he could. pulled the straps of your crop tank up your shoulders. smoothed the fabric over your tits. then zipped his jeans. adjusted himself. sweater still soft. still smelling like you now.

he scooped up the fallen book. the great gatsby. tucked it back on the shelf. right where it belonged. then grabbed your hand. laced your fingers with his. thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“c’mon. let’s go get something to eat” he kissed your knuckles. soft.

you leaned into him. legs wobbly. thighs slick. pussy still fluttering with little aftershocks. but you felt… lighter. clearer. like the weight of failing calculus had finally lifted. replaced by the warm ache between your legs. the full feeling deep inside. the hickeys blooming on your neck. the way he looked at you like you were the smartest thing in the world. even when you weren’t.

“love you, ‘toru.”

he squeezed your hand. kissed your temple one more time.

“love you more, baby.”

moonlight spilled silver through the tall library windows. catching on the mess you left behind. the scattered books. the damp spot on the floor. the way your legs shook every step toward the door.

tomorrow you’d pass that test. you were sure of it.

curls laid restless against the comfort of your white pillow, one leg kicked up lazy, the other tucked beneath, body sinking deep into the mattress like it belonged there. white panties climbed high up your ass, cotton stretched tight and fighting to stay wedged between soft cheeks, the fabric thin enough that the outline of everything showed under the low morning glow slipping through blinds.

eren stood over your bed like he owned the room, eyes hungry—desperate even. his hair was a mess from the drive, dark strands falling into his face, hoodie pulled up just enough to tease those deep dark lines of ink crawling over tan skin stretched tight across muscle. a single lengthy finger wrapped slow around one of your curls, twirling it deliberate, like he was deciding whether to wake you with his dick already hard in his sweats or let you sleep a little longer.

he leaned down, lips brushing the tip of your ear—warm breath fanning soft before the words even formed.

“get up.”

low. dripping with desire. your ear twitched against the heat of his mouth.

“hmm?” you stretched long and lazy, back arching up off the bed, ass lifting just enough to make those panties ride higher, digging deeper into the cleft. you rubbed sleepy eyes until they focused on him—tall, looming, already hard and impatient.

“i called you,” eren murmured, dropping his weight onto the edge of the mattress. back facing you for a second before he turned, green eyes locking on yours. “you didn’t answer.”

you reached out, palm sliding gentle up the broad plane of his back, rubbing slow circles. a soft smile curved your lips even half-asleep. “sorry… i had a lot of homework to catch up on.”

still laying on your stomach, cheek smushed into the pillow, curls spilling everywhere. eren just stared—eyes dark, raking over the dip of your waist, the swell of your ass, the way the cotton clung wet between your thighs from whatever dream you’d been having.

“bet so,” he said, voice rough. lengthy fingers pushed into your hair, stroking slow through the thick curls. “i like when your hair like this… all wild. messy. mine.”

he leaned in, lips pressing soft against the side of your neck—just a graze at first, then a little harder, open-mouthed, tasting the salt of your skin.

“eren.” you pushed at his chest lightly, eyes rolling even as your breath hitched. “i can’t tonight… i have a test in the morning.”

you turned slightly, rolling onto your side then pushing up until your back met the headboard, knees drawn up, arms wrapped loose around them. the motion tugged your tank higher, exposing the soft undercurve of your tits, nipples pebbled against thin fabric from the cool air and his stare.

eren leaned back a fraction, messy hair falling into his eyes as he ran lengthy fingers through it again—frustrated, needy. his hoodie rode up further, showing the sharp v of his hips disappearing into low sweats, the thick outline of his cock straining obvious against gray cotton.

he exhaled slow through his nose, jaw ticking. “you say that like i’m tryna keep you up all night.” but the way his gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower—to where your thighs pressed together, panties still wedged high—said otherwise.

you tilted your head, dimples peeking even through the sleepy pout. “you always keep me up all night, eren”

a low chuckle rumbled from his chest—dark, fond. he shifted closer, one knee pressing into the mattress so his thigh brushed yours. calloused fingers caught your chin gentle, tilting your face up.

“just one kiss then,” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “promise i won’t do anything else.”

your lashes fluttered as you gently blinked, leaning in your lips brushed against his. soft at first, sleepy and sweet— but the second his tongue touched yours it turned hungry and possessive like he’d been starving for it since he walked through the door. he groaned low into your mouth, hand sliding to the nape of your neck, fingers knotting in curls to hold you there.

when you finally pulled back. breathless, lips a little plump and shiny—he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, green gone dark and molten.

“i really missed you.” his voice was softer now, a little needy, almost vulnerable in the way only you ever got to hear.

you pecked his lips quick, smiling sleepy against them. “i missed you too, eren.”

he gave a mischievous little smile, before grabbing your hand and guiding it down slow. your palm met the impatient, rock-hard bulge straining against his cotton sweats. thick, hot, throbbing under your fingers even through the fabric. he pressed your hand firmer, letting you feel every inch of how much he’d been aching for you.

“no,” he rasped, voice dropping lower, rougher. “i really missed you.”

your lashes fluttered against his cheek, eyes so close you could see the flecks of gold in those hungry green lenses, the way his pupils had blown wide just from your touch. heat bloomed fast between your thighs, panties already clinging damp again from earlier dreams and now from the way he was looking at you—like he wanted to devour you whole and then some.

you didn’t pull your hand away. instead your fingers curled gentle around the outline of him, stroking slow up the length through the soft cotton until he hissed through his teeth, hips twitching forward into your grip.

“eren…” your voice came out breathy, pouty, half-warning half-pleading.

he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “one kiss turned into this, baby. you gonna leave me like this?” his free hand slid up your side, thumb grazing the underside of your tit through the tank, teasing the stiff peak without mercy. “or you gonna help me out… just a little?”

your thighs pressed together on instinct, clit throbbing at the low rumble of his voice. you bit your lip, cheeks warming, knowing damn well you had a test in the morning, but also knowing that your panties were messed up right now.

“just a little?” you whispered, fingers squeezing his dick through the sweats, feeling it jump in your hand.

he groaned soft, forehead dropping to yours again. “just enough to take the edge off, baby. promise i’ll let you sleep after.”

but the way his hips rolled slow into your palm said he was already lying, and the way your body arched toward him said you didn’t mind one bit.

“okay just one time.” you leaned down against the pillow, hair messy once again against the white pillows, curls spilling wild like they’d been waiting for his hands all day. eren climbed deeper into your bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he settled between your thighs, green eyes taking in the view slow and greedy.

nipples hard and peaked against the thin tank top, poking through like little invitations. lips plump and wet from his kisses, still shiny. legs spread just enough for him to fit, thighs soft and trembling, white panties already dark at the center from how soaked you were. you were beautiful—sleepy-eyed, flushed, completely his even when you pretended you had willpower left.

he exhaled rough through his nose, hands sliding up your thighs to hook under the waistband of those panties. one quick tug and they were yanked down your legs, tossed somewhere behind him without a second thought. cool air hit your slick folds and you shivered, clit throbbing visibly under his stare.

“fuck… look at you,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked. “already drippin’ for me.. just from a kiss and my dick in your hand.”

you whimpered soft, hips lifting on instinct as he settled lower, broad shoulders spreading your thighs wider. he didn’t tease long— gripped the base of his cock and notched the fat head against your entrance, rubbing slow through your wetness until you were coating him glossy.

“eren…” your voice came out breathy, pouty, fingers twisting in the sheets.

he pushed in slow—inch by thick inch stretching you open until the head popped past your rim and your walls fluttered greedy around him. the angle had him sinking deep right away, bottoming out with a low groan that vibrated through your chest. your back arched sharp, tits pressing up into the tank, nipples scraping fabric as you gasped.

“this pussy so fuckin’ good…” eren’s eyes rolled back a little, lashes fluttering, before he refocused them on you. dark green blown wide with lust. he watched every twitch of your face, every tremble in your thighs.

you bit down hard on your finger to muffle the moan trying to claw out, teeth sinking into soft skin, eyes squeezed shut. the room was too quiet otherwise; your roommates could hear everything if you let go.

he grinned slow and wicked, hips rolling once more to grind even deeper. “let them hear, baby…”

the thrust punched a moan straight from your throat loud, needy, echoing off the walls before you could stop it. “eren—”

your hand flew to his abs, palm flat against the hard ridges, trying to push him back even as your hips tilted up to meet him. fingers splayed wide, nails digging in just enough to leave faint crescents.

“i’m givin’ you too much dick?” he rasped, voice rough and teasing. “tell me.”

he pulled back slow—almost all the way out then slammed back in deep, balls slapping wet against your ass. your walls clenched hard around him, fluttering desperate, and another whine tore from your lips.

“use your words.”

your head shook frantic, curls sticking to your cheek. “i can’t— i can’t take it.” tears gathering at the corners of your lashes.

eren bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, green eyes dark and focused, watching every twitch of your body like he was memorizing it. without a word he grabbed your thighs, big hands wrapping firm around the soft flesh—and pushed your legs up higher, folding you tighter until your knees kissed your chest and your ankles hooked against the headboard. the stretch burned sweet and sharp, locking you open, stuck, nowhere to go but deeper under him.

“oh my god—” your eyes rolled back hard, whites flashing, toes curling tight against the cool leather of the headboard. your whole body trembled like you might break under him.. pussy clenching vicious around his thick cock, walls fluttering desperate as he sank even deeper from the new angle. every inch of him dragged along that spongy spot inside, relentless, making your belly bulge just a little with how full he had you.

“fuck,” he whispered under his breath, voice cracking rough like he was trying to swallow his own moan. his hips stuttered once—then snapped forward again—deep, punishing, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder now in the small room. your tits bounced with every thrust under the shoved-up tank, nipples scraping fabric raw, and he couldn’t look away.

“look at you,” he rasped, one hand sliding up to grip your ankle against the headboard, holding you pinned while the other braced beside your head.

“takin’ all this dick like you were made for it. still sayin’ you can’t?” he rolled his hips slow, grinding deep so the base kissed your clit, making your back bow sharp off the mattress.

you sobbed soft, high and broken. nails raking down his forearms, leaving red trails over ink. “eren—too much i can’t—”

“too much?” he leaned down, lips brushing your ear, hot breath fanning over sensitive skin. “this pussy’s suckin’ me in greedy, baby. grippin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go.” another deep thrust punched the air from your lungs, your moan cracking loud enough to bounce off the walls again. “yeah… that’s it. let it out. let ‘em all hear how good i’m fuckin’ you.”

your thighs quivered hard against his big hands, toes curling tight against the headboard, eyes rolling back slow and helpless until all you saw was white sparks behind your lids.

you were getting fucked dumb! brain melted to sweet sticky nothing, that test in the morning definitely gonna be an F, no question. your eyebrows slouched pitiful, lips parted around broken little gasps as he kept rubbing places deep inside that only he could reach, the fat head of his cock dragging slow over that spongy spot every time he pulled out then slammed back in.

your pussy clenched greedy around every curve, every thick vein pulsing along his length, sucking him deeper like she never wanted him to leave. slick sounds filled the room—wet, obscene, sloppy—mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against your ass and your high, cracked whimpers.

“you like how i’m fuckin’ you?” eren tilted his head, messy hair damp and clinging to his forehead, green eyes dark and locked on your face like he needed to watch every second of you falling apart.

your hands pressed weak against his chest, nails digging into hard muscle, trying to ground yourself but only making him groan low when you scratched. “y-yes—” your voice cracked high and needy, breaking on the syllable as he thrusted deeper, harder, bottoming out so rough your whole body jolted.

he grinned wicked, proud! hips rolling in tight circles to grind the base against your swollen clit, making your back bow sharp off the mattress. “yeah you do,” he rasped, voice rough and wrecked. “this tight pussy grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave—creamin’ all over my dick, baby… fuck.”

you whined softly, little tears running down your face, curls sticking everywhere, your walls fluttered tightly around him, uncontrollably— every time he dragged out and snapped back in.

“please eren—” you whined soft, voice cracking high and needy, hips twitching like you wanted to change positions, or even just drop to your knees and suck his dick until he spilled down your throat instead of ruining you like this

“please what?” he leaned down, chest pressing your folded thighs wider, folding you tighter until the stretch burned sweet and sharp, every thrust hitting deeper, hitting places that made your eyes roll and your toes cramp. lips brushed your ear, hot and wet, breath fanning over sensitive skin. “please slower? or please fuck you stupid ‘til you can’t remember shit in the mornin’?”

another deep stroke punched the air from your lungs, your moan cracking loud—echoing off the walls again—and he didn’t let up. thumb found your clit, rubbing fast messy circles while he pounded relentless, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck of your pussy swallowing him filling the quiet room, shamelessly.

“i’m gonna cum.” you whimpered, voice breaking, nails raking down his arms, leaving red trails over ink. “i can’t—i can’t stop.” the words slurred out breathy, desperate, hips bucking up to meet him even as tears kept slipping.

“then don’t.” he growled low, hips stuttering as his own edge built fast and vicious. “cum on this dick, baby. soak me. let me feel that pussy push me out.”

your body seized, back bowing as high as the folded position allowed, pussy clamping down rhythmic and hard around every thick inch of him, gushing slick heat that coated his cock and dripped messy to the sheets beneath you. the moan tore from your throat loud and unrestrained, high broken needy, while waves crashed through you, thighs trembling, vision blurring white at the edges.

eren fucked you through it, hips snapping erratic now, chasing that last edge like he couldnt stop even if he wanted to. groan muffled rough against your neck, hot and broken, as he buried deep one last time. cock throbbed thick inside you, pulsing hard, stretching your fluttering walls even wider while he spilled hot thick ropes flooding your cunt until it leaked messy around him, warm and sticky, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath your ass.

“fuck” his eyes rolled back slow, lashes fluttering, pink lips parted around the word like it punched out of him. his whole body tensed, abs flexing hard under your nails, thighs trembling against yours, as he came undone, hips grinding deep in tight little circles to push every last drop inside you, marking you from the inside out.

you felt it all: the way his cock jumped with each spurt, the heat blooming low in your belly, the slick overflow coating your thighs and pooling under you. your pussy clenched greedy around him one last time, milking him dry, even as aftershocks rippled through you, making your toes curl against the headboard and your breath hitch in soft little sobs.

he stayed buried for a long heartbeat, breathing ragged and uneven against your collarbone, letting you feel every twitch, every pulse, until he finally eased back slow, careful, pulling out with a wet filthy sound that made your cheeks burn. thick strings of cum and your slick connected his tip to your swollen folds before snapping, dripping down your ass and onto the mattress.

eren collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush, chest heaving as he pressed soft open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your temple, the corner of your eye where tears still clung. his hand slid gentle between your thighs, not teasing, just cupping your wrecked pussy warm and grounding, thumb brushing feather-light over your clit to soothe the overstimulation.

“you okay baby” voice hoarse, wrecked, but so soft now, like the storm had passed and all that was left was him holding you.

you nodded sleepy, lashes heavy, a small smile tugging at your swollen lips even as fresh tears slipped free, not from pain, just from how good how full how completely ruined you felt. “mhm love you eren”

he hummed low in his throat, pleased possessive, lips brushing your forehead. “love you more” fingers carded gentle through your damp curls, tucking stray strands behind your ear while his other arm wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

the room quieted slow, your breaths syncing up, the faint creak of the bed settling, distant muffled voices from the hallway like theyd definitely heard every single filthy sound but neither of you cared anymore.

you nuzzled deeper into his neck, thighs pressing together instinctively as the last little aftershocks fluttered through you. eren kissed the top of your head, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

“sleep now baby” he murmured against your hair. “i got you”