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eren

oh that man is so toxic in and out of a relationship 

and unfortunately you had to learn this firsthand 

what you two had was the definition of a push and pull dynamic

one minute he would be absolutely flooding you with love and affection and the next would be him pulling away the second it felt too serious 

because of this, eren was the one who broke things off, claiming that he wasn’t ready to settle down yet and that things were getting way too committal for his taste 

he figured he’d do the mature thing and let you go once and for all, knowing it was selfish to keep a loyal girl like you tied down to a man who didn’t know what he wanted 

but of course, at the end of the day eren was far from the selfless man he was attempting to be when he broke up with you 

he initially respected the fact that you no longer wanted to follow him on any social media, acknowledging that you wanted your space away from him while you took the time to heal  

but upon his first night without you, he was hit with the deep gut punch of loneliness. he felt cold in his own bed without having you cuddled up beside him and with your legs tangled together 

his fixation on you only grew and ultimately devolved from him borrowing (stealing) armin’s phone to watch your stories and check your posts to him giving up and just doing it all on his own phone altogether 

he didn’t bother in making a fake account either, he just simply viewed all your posts on his main account, having grown desperate for you to not only notice him but to respond to him as well 

even if it was to tell him off for breaking no contact, he didn’t care, he just needed to hear from you 

he even grew a little bolder with it too, he began hearting your stories and sending you those stupid drooling emoji reactions, always making sure to slide up on the ones where you posted a selfie 

which prompted your friends to beg you to just block him or at the very least block him from viewing your stories so that he’d stop sliding up on them every. single. time. 

but you couldn’t, no matter how much you tried to ignore him and to leave him on read, you couldn’t find it within you to remove the one last thing tethering you together 

your silence was driving him crazy, he missed you, yearned for you in ways he hadn’t for anyone else 

it even drove him to hold onto a few of your possessions that he claimed he had no idea what you were talking about when you asked for them back 

it was the first week of the break up and you two were returning each other’s items, and it didn’t take you long to realize you were missing something. you two had gone back and forth about it until you gave up and left before you allowed him to suck you back into another stupid argument 

in his defense, all that he had left of you was a pair of your favorite panties and one of your softest scrunchies, and he would be damned if he was going to let those go. besides, it’s not like they were necessities

he’d buy you dozens of each if it meant you’d spend an ounce of time with him 

but that never happened. which led him to developing a new routine that consisted of spending his nights either drinking himself unconscious or jerking off to your stories and posts, panties in hand and scrunchie around his wrist 

memories of your sweet, soft and wet little cunt plagued him like a disease he never wanted to heal from, and all he could do was squeeze his eyes and pump his cock while pretending it was you wrapped around him 

but his imagination and recollection of memories with you could only go so far, and one night his desperation spiraled further than it usually did, leading him to travel beyond his better judgment and land right back into your text messages 

from : DO NOT LET BACK IN! :  i miss u so fuckin much right now 

you <3 : eren what the fuck are you doing? 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : i can’t stop thinking about u it’s driving me crazy 

you <3 : that sucks for you. 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : please baby i need u [Image attached] 

you <3 : jesus are those my panties? 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : yea, it’s all i have left of u n i couldn’t let em go. can’t stop fucking them while wishing it was ur pussy instead 

you <3 : eren you need to stop 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! :  i can’t, i’m so hard rn it hurts i need you 

you <3 : how bad do you need me, eren? 

eren : so so bad im leaking pre all over your pretty lil panties rn, fuckin throbbing just thinking about that cunt of yours [Video Attached] 

you <3 : fuck eren oh my god 

eren : yea baby? like how fucking hard i am for u? touch ur pussy for me, i wanna hear how wet u are 

you <3 : [Audio Recording Attached]

eren : fuck u sound like a mess, send me a vid of u fucking urself on ur fingers, stretch that lil pussy out for me 

you <3 : [Video Attached] 

eren : shit i wish i had ur pussy gripping my cock like that rn baby 

you <3 : you could. 

you saw his chat bubbles appear then disappear and you frowned, your fingers stilling inside you before pulling them out altogether 

the burn of rejection and embarrassment flooded you overwhelmingly at his lack of a response and tears prickled your eyes when you realized you’d humiliated yourself for his benefit all over again 

you laid there in shock that you let yourself get sucked back in so easily like you promised yourself you wouldn’t, stuck with the feeling of having been used and discarded like a toy that finally broke and was no longer fun  

when you finally stood up to head into the bathroom to clean yourself up, you heard a knock at your door 

“in a minute!” you called out, rushing to wash your hands before you answered the door 

the knocking was aggressive and incessant and you huffed, marching down to swing it open and curse at the unlucky person who caught you after embarrassing yourself in front of your ex for the last time 

except the person at your door was your ex, and he didn’t give you a moment to react or speak with how quickly he rushed to lean in and kiss you 

he was moaning into your mouth the second your lips locked, kicking the door behind him shut before his hands were all over you 

he was hungry for you, starved more like it as he roved his palms across your hips, and under your ass, gripping you tight until it hurt 

he cupped your cunt and latched onto the side of your neck, licking a wet pane over your pulse before kissing a bruise into it with his fingers drawing up and down your soaked folds 

“couldn’t just stay in bed,” he had finally breathed out, mouthing over your throat as his fingers sunk into your tight hole, the corners of his lips perking when he felt your lower half tremble from the intrusion 

“while knowing you were wet for me and i wasn’t there to take care of it.” he groaned, rutting his aching cock up against your hip 

“th-thought you were ghosting me when you didn’t respond,” you whimpered, bucking up into his touch and nearly collapsing when he began to thumb over your clit 

“never that baby,” he panted, kissing his way down your collarbones as his wrist curled between your thighs 

and when you finally stumbled into your bedroom he took you with your face smushed into a pillow and your ass flushed against his hipbones

he fucked you with a fervor you didn’t even know he had in him, his hard and toned sweat sheened abdomen curled over your back with his teeth sunken into your shoulder, marking you up while his heavy cock dragged in and out of you 

he’d already pulled two orgasms from you, however he wasn’t quite satisfied with just two measly climaxes, not after how long he’d gone without you. he wanted you limp and borderline non responsive after he was done with you 

he needed you to feel how the lack of your presence had affected him and how much he’s needed you during your period of no contact 

“fuckin’ gushing all over me baby, you do that for anyone else while i was gone?” he grunted in your ear, unlatching his teeth from your flesh to press kisses behind it 

“n-no ‘ren,” you sobbed, your lungs clawing for breath as he continually fucked it out of you 

“no? you didn’t give this pussy up to anyone else?” he hissed, raising a hand to smack the side of your ass, pulling you apart to spit between your cheeks and watch it dribble down to his pivoting cock 

“no!” you wailed, your pleasure induced tears soaking through the pillow beneath your cheek

your bed was slowly becoming drenched with what eren was doing to you, he had your mixed arousal drooling down your thighs and onto your duvet, as well as both yours and his sweat imprinting into the fabric 

“good.” he exhaled, completely guttural and primal as he shoved himself inside you

his balls hit your clit and his large hand came around to encase your throat in a tight grip, his lips attached harshly to the side of your neck 

“you and your pussy belong to me, no one’s gonna fuckin’ change that, you understand me?” he nudged deeper, his fat cockhead bruising into your cervix with his free hand nestled between your grinding bodies, rubbing your all too sensitive clit 

“y-yes — haah — yes!” you sobbed mindlessly, rendered an utter incoherent mess as he drew another orgasm out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over relentlessly with his index and ring finger tracing hard circles over your clit until you spasmed beneath him 

he guided you through your third orgasm with a rough and possessive hand, leading you through a wave of sensations no one else could provide for you 

“keep fuckin’ gripping me like that baby, juuus’ like that,” he groaned, his parted lips panting warm breaths into the sweaty crevice of where your throat and shoulder met, using your poor abused cunt to drain himself completely inside you 

he pushed your body into prone bone, laying you flat onto your tummy as he fucked you, burying himself deeper than anyone had ever gone before his thick and leaking cockhead twitched and out came his own orgasm 

long and plentiful spurts of his cum oozed inside you, filling you to the brim and then some 

after his hips came to a halt, he laid on top of you like a weighted blanket, his heavy cock jerking like an electrified muscle inside your tight cunt 

when he pulled out he attempted to be as gentle as possible, shushing you lovingly with delicate kisses sponged to your shoulder blades 

he slowly inched down your body with a kiss to your back, to your spine, to your sides, your hips, until he reached your ass, palming the round flesh in his rough palms adoringly 

he spread you open, exhaling with a deviant kind of awe at the sight of your well used pussy dripping full of him

pride struck him in the chest upon seeing how much cum he filled you with, never having seen a sight more right in his life 

he kissed the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way back up to your pretty and panting little flushed face, gathering you up until you were laid against his chest securely 

“you okay?” he murmured, his lips pressed softly to your hairline 

“mmm, my left leg can’t stop twitching,” you mumbled, completely exhausted but still capable of joking with him 

he laughed and held you closer, tracing the curves and contours of your back with his fingertips, feeling your heart beat thump against his until it slowed into a calmer, less rampant thud

“we can’t do this again, eren.” you murmured sleepily all while making no effort to slide out of his arms, continuing to lay curled into him despite your promise of continued severance from each other 

anyone else would’ve felt deterred from your statement, but eren knew you like the back of his hand and felt no fear from the feigned finality in your words 

“okay baby.” 

safe to say he was back at your house the next night and you may or may not have been bent over at least three different pieces of furniture 

🤷🏻‍♀️

armin

your friends did not like armin in the slightest 

due to the fact that they were the only ones who could see how tightly wound he had you wrapped around his finger 

you were like his little doe, following him blindly and naively believing every single one of the fake explanations he’d conjure up to make his shitty actions seem reasonable 

but unfortunately he’s a smart man and he used that to his advantage over you, knowing that you’d trust him and whatever new thing he threw your way 

he definitely utilized therapy lingo to get what he wanted, stating that him trying to limit how often you went out with your friends or even on your own, was just him establishing “boundaries” 

oh and that deciding what was “appropriate” for you to wear was one of his boundaries too, that having you go out in something he deemed as too revealing was “triggering” 

it was astonishing how much you let slide with him, too blinded by love and the belief that he was only looking out for you to see his actions for what they were; pure control over you

and after an intervention held by your friends, you made the decision you never thought you’d have to make, and you broke things off with him 

he was caught all the way off guard by your choice, partially because of how sudden it all felt but mainly because he didn’t think you’d ever have it in you to leave him, let alone be even able to conceptualize a life without him 

at first, he figured you’d regret it the second you were left to your own devices, giving you a week — two weeks tops before you came crawling back 

but when the weeks turned into months he panicked, feeling the hot sting of fear course through his veins when he realized that the odds of you coming back were practically nonexistent, whereas the permanence of this break up began to feel more and more concrete the longer he went without hearing from you 

he knew he had to devise some kind of a plan to get you back and to keep you back by his side for good 

he reached out, relieved to see that you hadn’t blocked him yet 

he spewed some bullshit apology for how he treated you, claiming that he regretted ever doing anything to hurt you and that he knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or even a response from you at all, but he doesn’t know what to do without you and he’s scared to be alone because he’s not sure of what he’ll do to himself

with the fear that he’d harm himself you didn’t even think to run it by any one of your friends, you just tip toed out of the dorm you shared with them and went over to his place to make sure he didn’t hurt himself 

when you arrived he was pinched with pink, his eyes watery and irritated from rubbing at them behind his glasses and his lips swollen with soft wracking tears 

he nearly fell in your arms when you reached out for him, going up on the tips of your toes to accommodate him practically latching onto you while he sobbed

“i’m so sorry,” he sniffled and you shook your head, rubbing his neck comfortingly 

“it’s okay, don’t be sorry, i’m here now okay?” you said softly, and if you saw the shit eating grin that spread across his face as he pretended to sob into the crevice of your neck you would’ve allowed him to collapse on the floor and walked out 

but you didn’t. and he made sure to sell the act of falling victim to possible self destruction and utter depression from the break up the best he could, nearly wrapping you entirely in his limbs as he cried and squeezed you as if you’d evaporate the second his arms loosened around you 

after the first night you spent consoling him and promising him that he’d done nothing wrong (he had) you told yourself it would be a one time thing, that making sure he was okay was important but prioritizing yourself was more so

however you’d quickly find yourself doing the exact opposite 

you’d spend the next following weeks sneaking past your friends and roommates late at night to meet up with him in his solo dorm, sitting on his futon while he cried in your arms over how much he missed you and still loved you 

some nights he’d lean in and kiss you and you’d let it happen

a part of you knew you shouldn’t have been alone with him in the first place, let alone kissing him, but the other part was an amalgamation of feelings too intense to ignore and deny 

you missed him so fucking much, missed his presence, his affection, his comfort, the way he seemed to always take care of everything for you no matter what it was, including the ache he instilled deep within you

making you cum was something like a sacred act for him, getting to pull you in his arms and bring a large palm between your thighs to soothe the throb thumping in your clit brought upon a feeling no one before him or after him could replicate 

however your friends promised you that armin arlert, the nerd who’s hunched over his laptop at any given point in the day and whose prescription glasses are thicker than a phone book could not possibly be the only person on planet earth who could make you finish, and that surely down the line there’d be someone else who could make you feel just as good if not better 

and in the peak of your grief from the breakup, you found it hard to believe their reassurances but nevertheless, they stood by your side as your anchor in staying logical and far, far away from him

they tried their best to have you recognize how shitty he was to you and how he veiled it behind sweet words and illusions of boundaries and the goal of strengthening the relationship 

but what they didn’t take into account amidst their defenses against him was that he was nothing if not perseverant. he knew quickly that he had to sever the rope between the anchor and your ship, acting as the lighthouse that brought you back to shore, with the intent on never letting you drift away again 

your friends had zero clue you were sneaking off nearly every other night back to his dorm, cuddling in his futon or his bed, comforting him on things that were 100% his fault to begin with, but to see him so torn up and devastated, it had you feeling as though perhaps you were in the wrong the entire time

and with the last time you had stopped by his dorm, he figured it was the best as any time to act before your friends caught wind of what you were doing and forbade you from seeing him again 

not long after you arrived at his dorm, he had you spread out on your back in his bed, and you laid there beneath him knowing that it wasn’t right, knowing that you were only burrowing yourself further into a situation you shouldn’t even have been touching with a ten foot pole 

you should have been making strides towards getting over him, not under him with his hand curled between your legs rubbing firm circles over your clothed clit with the heel of his palm

you knew his dorm was the furthest place you should’ve been in, let alone in his bed  allowing him to be back on top of you with his fingers drawing up and down the quickly dampening gusset of your panties

he hadn’t touched you like that at all throughout the nights you had spent with him post break up, and while you knew you should have pushed his hand away from your cunt and him off of you altogether, you didn’t – you couldn’t 

you just spread your legs further and rolled your hips up into his touch, asking and pleading without words for more  

“missed this so much, no one makes me feel the way you do,” he panted above you, his breath wavering into your parted bitten lips, his eyes trailing down your face 

“me too,” you whimpered, his fingers sliding up and flush against your clit, tracing circles through the material

“do you still think about me? about us, about this?” he slid his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and met your pulsing clit with two long fingers, taking his time to draw deep swirls over it, taking your bottom lip between his teeth when it dropped open and outcame a shaky gasp 

“y-yes, yes — fuck ‘min,” you breathed out, swallowing hard when he released your lip and trailed down to your jaw, trickling hot kisses across your neck 

“god,” he whimpered, pressing his bulge up against the side of your thigh, his warm breath fanning out into the side of your throat, his lips ghosting over your thumping pulse 

“tell me you missed me,” he begged, his voice throaty and just a breath above whiny, his cock leaking pre into his boxers as he dragged his hips against your side and rubbed your clit 

“i missed you so much, i miss you whenever i’m not with you, i always miss you,” you said, air lacking in your words with your heart racing within the suddenly tight confines of your chest, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to kiss and bite 

with that, you heard his breathing fall into something more ragged, more desperate and soon the sound of a zipper coming undone followed suit, pausing the rapid thud within your chest 

“wait min,” you rushed, placing your hand over the wrist he had down below his hips, palming himself 

“we shouldn’t, we’re–” he cut you off with his lips against yours, moaning softly into your mouth as he replaced his fingers with his bare cock, pushing your panties to the side to feel your dripping cunt envelope his blushing tip 

“i just want to feel you, please, it’s been so long angel, i need it,” he whimpered, bucking his hips up closer to yours, choking on a groan when he slid up and down your folds with the underside of his shaft

“you feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whined breathily, tracing over your hole with the head of his cock, dipping just slightly inside without ever fully putting it in 

“m-min you’re not wearing a c-ondom,” you protested weakly, your soaked cunt betraying your words by nearly sucking him in 

“i know b-but just the tip, please angel? that’s it, th-that's all i need, please?” 

your logic had fully eroded away at that point, and all you could do was arch up into him with every swipe of his wet tip across your clit, physically aching for more 

he was at a half plank above you, a forearm supporting his weight on top of you as he leaned down to crush his lips into yours, using your soft and pliant cunt as a grinding pad for his cock, sliding the heavy shaft of himself up and down your folds, nudging your needy clit with his cockhead and teasing both himself and you by never pushing his full length inside of you 

“fuck – fuck,” he panted, his movements having grown more rushed, more urgent, and he could no longer help himself before he pushed forward all the way in and felt himself cum inside of you 

you choked on a strained gasp, your brows drawing together from the stretch you hadn’t felt in awhile, slowly looking down to watch the way he shoved his cock all the way in, the way your bodies fused together like they were meant for each other specifically 

“m-min,” you whimpered, your thighs tightening around his waist 

“i-i’m s-so so-orry, i-i don’t know what came over me, i just – fuck don’t move,” he cried, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, squeezing you tight as he bucked up into you more, panting as he felt your pussy swallow him whole, sucking him in and draining him completely 

“oh, angel i–i, oh god,” he whimpered, using your pussy with every slow and deep push and pull of his hips, rocking into you back and forth, feeling your soaked hole encase him like nothing else could

he rubbed your sensitive clit, kissing you hard as he pushed you into an orgasm, groaning into your mouth when you came and clamped down around him, squeezing another weak load inside of you 

he slipped out inch by inch, exhaling at the sight of how you left his cock utterly soaked in your cum, a milky ring of what he did to you left as evidence dripping down to his balls 

he slid his tip over your cunt, collecting the cum he fucked into you and smearing it back over your buzzing clit, suppressing a cocky smile when you gasped and struggled to twitch away from the sensation

he took mercy and pulled away, laying beside you and not hesitating for a moment to pull you in closer, allowing you to melt into his chest

“we shouldn’t have done that,” you finally spoke after a few passing minutes, slightly pulling away as you looked up to him with watery regretful eyes, like even you knew your words held no real weight, just guilt 

he sighed and held you by your lower back, keeping you close with no room to inch away 

“look, why don’t i clean us up and we can talk about it after, ‘that sound okay?” he murmured, clearing away the sweat at your hairline 

you frowned and nodded, laying back when he rose from the bed and padded towards the restroom, not without swiping your phone from his nightstand 

he closed the door behind him and scoffed at all the texts and missed calls from your friends, setting it on the counter before he wiped himself down

he paused, chuckling under his breath when he decided to snap a picture of the cum stained tissues to send to your groupchat, adding the message : “she’s a little indisposed at the moment.” along with it 

he shut off your phone completely as soon as he saw the text bubbles leap into action, hurriedly tucking it into his back pocket before making his way back into his room with a damp towel and a list full of ways he’d convince you to stay with him 

jean

jean is a self proclaimed ugly duckling who turned handsome later on in life, and he would be the first to admit to that as well as the fact that he wasn’t very popular in high school nor with the ladies for most of his adolescence 

he didn’t have his first kiss until his senior year and he’s about 85% sure it was a dare on the girl’s behalf 

it wasn’t until college that he grew into his looks, started working out and focusing on becoming the man he was content with, not the man that he thought other people would like 

due to this, he received an influx of attention hurdled his way at a level and rate that felt extremely foreign to him, but was welcomed all the same 

he loved meeting up with the kind of girls he never thought he’d be able to score and he loved being the kind of guy men looked up to and women wanted 

but when you entered his life, he was almost instantaneously smitten with you and you only, maintaining a slight sense of disbelief throughout the relationship that a girl like you could ever want him 

but what you weren’t smitten with was watching your boyfriend get hit on and have him laugh it off and offer a response that wasn’t necessarily flirty, but way too…friendly for your liking 

he never cheated on you, never would have dreamed about it in a million years and beyond, but you could sense he liked the attention, liked being wanted and gawked at by men and women alike 

he was hypocritical about it which infuriated you to no end, because when the inverse would occur, he’d grow green with jealousy and fume at the thought of another man taking you away or looking at you the same way he did 

but when you would express your concerns about the amount of attention he was receiving, he’d almost be sort of dismissive of it, like he either couldn’t see what you were seeing, or he’d wave off something borderline inappropriate and say it was all jokes and that he was yours and only yours, that no one else could compare no matter how hard they tried 

but you grew sick and tired of the same song and dance, the same arguments, the same dismissive comments and most of all, you were drained from seeing so many people fawn over your boyfriend and have him not see an issue with it at all

so as much as you didn’t want to resort to it, you broke up with him 

you didn’t think it would’ve affected him as much as it did, but it just about ruined him 

you figured he’d hop onto the next girl who was spamming his dms but that was the furthest thing from reality 

he got annoying real fast about everything, he unfollowed every single person except for you, uncaring to the fact that you had unfollowed him the second you two broke up 

he changed his pfp to “i heart my ex” changed his bio to “i miss my ex, baby come back home!!!!!” posted about you on his instagram notes, reposted the most depressing things known to man on tik tok, and publicly yearned for you like no other 

it was an embarrassing sight to behold for sure, but not to him, nothing was too embarrassing if it granted him at least a sliver of a chance in getting you back 

your friends clowned on him in the groupchat, sending screen recordings of his stories where he was learning how to play your favorite songs on guitar, or how they caught “bot” accounts liking their posts that only featured you under the username “imissmybeautifulex3000” or “comebackhomebaby”

and you’d laugh and join in on the fun, all without mentioning that you actually  missed him too, just as much as he missed you, except…maybe less publicly than he did 

or how sometimes you actually would respond to his texts and late night facetimes, or how on occasion you allow him to pick you up from your dorm at one to three in the morning and let him eat you out in the backseat of his car 

you didn’t think it was worth mentioning, not when you had no plans of actually getting back together with him

you just missed him, and who didn’t miss their ex? 

especially when they could go down on you the way he could 

he never expected anything in return either, he was always just more than happy whenever he had you lay back and spread your legs open for him, granting him the privilege of feeling your warm, wet and perfect cunt in his mouth 

“fuck my mouth baby, jus’ use me,” he breathed out between your legs the last time he had you in his car, his hands gripping indents of themselves into your thighs as he forced you open, tickling your soft skin with his facial hair when he went back down 

he branded his tongue across your clit and buried his face far between your legs, moaning as he humped the carseat beneath him, nearly cumming in his pants when you yanked on his hair and forced him at just the right angle for yourself, using him like a toy with the way you fucked your clit between his lips 

“f-fuck, suck on it ha-arder, jean,” you cried, pressing his mouth deeper onto your clit, rolling your hips against his tongue 

he moaned into your cunt, pushing you back into his backseat the more he devoured you, sucking on your clit with two fingers coming up to slip inside your hole, pinning you down when you cried out and tried to squirm away from it 

he just couldn’t leave you alone, couldn’t help himself from doing anything to please you or to sway you back into giving him another chance, and a part of him hoped that with you giving him this kind of access to you, with letting him eat your pussy until you were sobbing and writhing, making a complete mess of his face in the process, that maybe he was well on his way of making you his again 

and when you had tapped his arm, whimpering for him to stop and to come up to kiss you, something you usually never allowed him to do during nights like this, his hope only increased, especially when your hand found his aching bulge and began to palm it 

“f-fuck,” he panted into your mouth, pulling apart just to look at you, admiring you in all your beauty before he ducked back down and kissed you hard, thrusting into your hand 

his cock twitched with anticipation when he felt you undo his jeans, moaning shakily above you as you fished him out of his boxers and began to pump him in your soft hand, gripping him just right at the base of his shaft 

“oh god — baby,” he nearly whimpered, trying his best to not collapse on top of you 

“i need you to fuck me jean, please?” he could have came right then and there, looking down at your beautiful, breathless figure, your eyes lined with pleasure induced tears, smaller hand jerking him off and brushing his fat cockhead against your clit as if he needed anymore convincing

“yeah?” he breathed out, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating your needy, honeyed words, thrusting involuntarily into your hand, clenching his jaw to swallow down the shaky moan that threatened to slip out 

“yeah,” you nodded, slowly sitting up, prompting him to do the same 

his back was slick with sweat and clung to the leather seat behind him, his face buried in your chest, kissing and nipping into your soft skin as he guided your cunt onto his cock, reveling in how fucking good you felt wrapped around him 

“you feel so perfect, jus’ like that, don’t stop squeezing me – fuck, please don’t stop,” he gasped, sinking his teeth into the side of your breast, groaning around your warm flesh his arms tightened around you, his hands slipping under your ass to drag you up and down his cock 

“shit – jean,” you cried out, hiding your face in his neck, huffing his cologne as you felt him hit deep inside your cunt, his soft thatch of pubic hair grinding right up against your clit with every downward slam of your hips 

but that wouldn’t do, he needed to see your pretty face as he fucked you, having gone far too long without seeing it 

he snuck his hand behind the nape of your neck and up the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair before tugging down, forcing you to crane back and expose your throat and pretty little teary eyed face 

“don’t fuckin’ hide from me, ‘wanna see how good m’making you feel baby,” he groaned, latching his lips onto your chest, staring up at you from under his lashes as your pussy gripped him, pulsing all around his twitching cock at the way he spoke to you and took your cunt 

“say you love how it feels,” he grunted into your skin, sending a hard thrust deeper into you, taking your bouncing breast in his mouth as you spoke 

“l-love it jean, love your cock,” you cried, your head rolled back with your hot moans fogging the windows 

he brought his fingers to your clit, keeping you firmly in his grasp when your body jerked from the feeling, nearly unable to handle the feeling of him ramming into your g-spot at such a repetition while feeling his fingers circle over your clit at once 

“tell me you love me, please – fuck i-i wanna hear it, say it for me,” he panted, losing himself in the feeling of it all, of you 

“lie if you have to, jus’ lemme hear it baby please, i’ll let you cum once you say it,” he pleaded, kissing desperate kisses across your chest up to your throat, cradling you by the back of your head until your foreheads touched 

“please?” he whispered breathily, his fingers toying over your clit gently, withholding the pressure you needed to cum 

without any hesitation you said it, your lips brushing over his with every word, your breaths intermingling as you spoke 

“i love you jean, love y-you s’much,” you slurred through the pleasure, gasping and tensing in his arm when he resumed rubbing your clit at the intensity you needed, your nails sinking into his back as you came all over his lap, sobbing into his neck as you did so 

“fuck,” you sobbed, raking down his back as he fucked you through it 

“i love you,” you cried, not a single trace of a lie in your words 

he shivered at your admission, choosing to believe you meant it even with the permission he gave to lie, squeezing you tight as he panted your name, fucking you through his own orgasm 

“love you so fucking much baby, love you w-with everything in me, i–fuck,” he hissed, gripping you tight and slamming you down on top of him, feeling himself twitch and grind right up against your g-spot as he came, spurting thick loads of his cum deep inside of you

he thrusted a few more shallow pivots inside you, lazily pressing kisses to your collarbone as he caught his breath

it was quiet save for the mutual struggle shared between the two of you attempting to ease your heart beats down from the heated and urgent act of intimacy you both engaged in

after a beat you slowly raised your hips to let him slip out of you, wincing at the sting that came along with being empty  

you remained quiet even when taking the napkins out of your purse to clean the cum that came drooling from your well used cunt, heat finding your face in a strong wind when he plucked it from your hands to clean you up himself 

“there you go,” he murmured, patting your clit down gently with the napkin, and you hated noticing his gentleness in that moment, hated how loving and caring it felt. so you forced yourself to ignore that observation 

he then went to fold the tissue in half to swipe off the residue of your mixed arousal off his softening cock before he tucked himself back into his pants 

“thanks,” you mumbled quietly, trying to clamber off of his lap 

but he was quicker than you, he rushed to cage you back in on top of him, forcing you to look at him as he craned his neck down to where your eyes dropped 

“you okay?” he asked softly, taking your chin between his index and thumb, guiding your gaze towards him

“yeah,” you nodded, trying to not melt into his touch

it was silent before he slowly released you, relief thudding in his chest when you still didn’t look away even without his hand keeping you in place

“did you mean it? when i said to…” he trailed, sighing when your eyes diverted once again 

“i know i said that you could just lie, and it's okay if you did but –”

“i wasn’t lying,” you said quickly, finally flickering back up to meet his eyes 

“i wouldn’t lie about that.” you added, settling onto his lap with your arms over your chest 

he smiled through his teeth that sunk into his bottom lip, and he had to try his best to act accordingly, scared he’d ruin the very delicate fabric you both were inching over onto 

“i wasn’t either.” he replied just as softly as you spoke and you returned his gentle smile, nodding faintly 

“i know.” 

reiner

you loved reiner, you still do, it’s hard not to love someone like him 

however it’s even harder to be around someone who constantly suspected you of cheating, no matter how much you loved them

to be clear, you never did, and after you left, it took experiencing your absence for reiner to finally believe you 

he was good to you, probably the only boyfriend you ever had who treated you that well 

but almost like a caveat for being loved that much, there was one thing you hated 

you hated how he allowed his insecurity to get between you two, how it made him question things and overthink everything, how he just couldn’t seem to trust you completely due to his inability to accept that someone like you could love someone like him

it wasn’t fair, how he’d inadvertently take those insecurities out on you. it was far from his intentions to do so but sometimes one’s actions override their original intent 

you thought maybe the arguments would lessen the more you each found your footing within the relationship, but as it progressed, so did the back and forths of you pleading with him to believe you when you said you loved him and only him 

it was exhausting having to promise over and over again that no, you weren’t fucking your friend, coworker, peer, professor, boss – you name it

and then you realized that as much as you adored him, you didn’t have to stay and endure being forced to unnecessarily explain yourself time and time again. 

so, you left. 

when he came home to a half empty apartment and a letter explaining why you left, nearly everything in him broke that day 

he really truly believed he almost died within the first few weeks of the breakup, the pain from losing you was so severe he couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t do anything but either sob or stare blankly at a wall and dissociate 

it was hard on you too, the last thing you wanted was to leave behind what you two had built, but you also couldn’t stay in a relationship where you weren’t trusted 

and it wasn’t even reassuring him that bothered you, reminding him of how much you loved him was never a hassle, it was the disrespect that wounded you

the disrespect of being told over and over again that despite having proved yourself to be a loyal, loving person you were still a lying cheater no matter what you said or did 

things grew especially difficult when he began sending you flowers to your door every week 

the air in your dingy little apartment had suddenly grown crisp and fresh with how every inch and crevice was littered with flowers from him 

he’d also try to venmo you money every now and then and would want to die all over again every time you’d send it back 

but the flowers kept coming and each little note attached to the bouquet never failed in making your chest hurt 

it filled you with a cocktail of emotions; regret, guilt but also resentment 

you hated how sweet he could be, like he was guilting you into regretting your decision, and it worked, but it wasn’t fair 

you couldn’t understand his inability to stay sweet like that in the first place without accusing you of cheating on him every other day, couldn’t understand why it couldn’t just always have been like that. sweet words and no arguments 

and then one day when your doorbell rang, you sighed with annoyance, figuring it was yet another fucking bouquet with a heartfelt note attached to it that existed to ruin your day and make you feel like a bitch for having enough of someone who couldn’t trust you enough in spite of their unbased insecurity 

but when you opened the door and readied yourself to have to lug another obnoxiously large bundle of flowers, your heart sunk when you saw reiner himself standing before you holding them in his arms 

“reiner wh-what are you doing here?” you asked, defeat and shock mixed within your tone 

“i-i know i’ve been an idiot–”

“no shit.” you huffed, walking away but not bothering to shut the door, a silent concession to allowing him in

he sighed, not harboring an ounce of the urge to argue or disagree as he shut the door behind him, trailing in after you like a nervous puppy to your couch 

he sat the flowers down on the coffee table he helped you pick out for your place before you had moved in with him

he swallowed hard, blinking away his tears with his thumb gently swiping a dust bunny off the edge as he looked up at you

he eyed the space next to you on the couch and you nodded with slight exasperation, motioning for him to sit, pretending that seeing him before you wasn’t making you feel weak all over 

“i’m sorry for showing up unannounced like this but…i-i don’t know i just…i thought me delivering the flowers myself would be more meaningful, th-that apologizing face to face would be more meaningful.” he explained and you tried to hide the way you softened, feigning a look of indifference as you listened 

“okay.” you tilted your head, folding your arms across your chest. “go ahead.”

but when he began, you held a hand up, prompting the words in his throat to waver in place 

“on your knees.” you instructed, jutting your chin towards the space on the floor just in front of your feet 

he paused, allowing your words to settle into his brain before he ultimately obeyed, slowly sinking to his knees before you 

“i’m sorry, i-i’m so fucking sorry for how immature i was, how i constantly blamed you for my shortcomings despite you telling me that i had nothing to worry about, that i just couldn’t overcome my insecurities about being inadequate and would take it all out on you and project these fears that you were cheating on me,” he took your hands into his and squeezed them, staring up at you with big blue teary eyes 

“i’m sorry my love, i am truly and utterly sorry and i don’t expect you to forgive me but…i just needed you to know how much i regret hurting you and pushing you away.” 

you sighed, frowning as you gently slid your hands out of his, leaning down to cup his cheek, your heart thumping with adoration when he leaned into your palm with zero hesitation 

“you’re sorry?” you murmured, swiping away a stray tear that trickled down his cheekbone 

“i am,” he confirmed, sniffling quietly below you 

“why don’t you show me how sorry you are, reiner?” you whispered lowly, and immediately a pink flush found his cheeks, even tinging the tips of his ears as he eyed you from below 

“sh-show you?” his voice cracked and you shrugged, leaning back into the couch and watching him follow after you immediately 

“yeah, show me. why, you don’t want to?” you posed teasingly, cocking your head at him

and well, you were a fool to assume he wouldn’t have taken the bait as well as assume that he’d hold back in showing you just how remorseful he truly was 

he had you bent over your couch with his cock impaling into you from the back, completely dwarfing you as he laid hunched over your figure 

he humped you from behind like he was in heat, whimpering and sniffling into your neck over how much he missed you, over how sorry he was and how if he had you back he’d be better for you, how he’d be a good boy for you

“‘promise i can be good for you, p-please believe me,” he cried from behind you, his large hands groping at your breasts as his cock stretched your cunt out 

“d-dunno if i believe y-ou,” you struggled to speak as you laid nearly folded in half over your couch, poor little aching clit bumping over and over again into the armrest 

“please – hoah – f-fuck,” he choked out, pulling back just to slam into you and push all the way in, nearly suffocating you with his full body weight on top of you

he hiked a leg up on the side of the couch and slid his hands down to your sides, taking his time to feel your curves and sweat sheened skin in his palms before landing on your hips, tugging you back towards him and keeping you still for when he slammed himself right back up against your ass, lodging himself deep inside you 

“o-oh god,” you choked out, your eyes rolling back from how hard he was going, never missing your g-spot with his fat cockhead with every thrust he sent into you 

“m’s-so close,” he panted shakily, growing sloppy and sporadic behind you, and you whined, shaking your head as you pushed your ass up against him, craning your arm back to clamp your hand right at his hips, forcing him still inside you 

“n-no don’t cum yet, i’m not ready,” you breathed out, and he shuddered, your instructions making his cock twitch and grind right up against that little sensitive spot inside you 

“f-fuck okay, yes ma’am,” he nodded, his adams apple bobbing with a thick swallow, his hands grappling nervously around your waist 

“just go slow, i’ll tell you when you can pick up the pace,” you exhaled, inching forward to create enough room for you to begin rocking yourself on his rigid, leaking cock, showing him the pace you wanted 

he watched you for a moment, his brows having drawn together and his cock threatening to spill his load in you before you allowed him to at the sheer sight of you fucking yourself on him 

he slowed his pace and began to thrust into you nice and easy, groaning with his head thrown back at how you squeezed him tight and nearly lured his cock back inside from how utterly soaked you were 

you felt just about every vein on his shaft inside you from how languid and fluid his hips were, the new rhythm forcing you to focus on just how far his cock was stretching you open, molding your cunt to form around his entire girth 

he spread you apart to watch the way your pussy took him in, how with every forward push you’d cry out softly and dig your nails deeper into the cushion below you 

“it’s hypnotic,” he breathed out mostly to himself, losing himself in the vision of his cock disappearing inside you, how your little hole could take all of him, how no matter how far he pushed in you managed to swallow every last inch 

“fuck, o-okay now rub my clit for me,” you shakily instructed, grasping at his forearm from behind

he was quick to obey, he snuck a hand between your pussy and the armrest and circled your clit, matching the tempo of his hips grinding into you from the back

“you feel so fucking good like this,” he whined in your ear, leaning down to trail messy kisses along your shoulder and up to your neck, letting his words fan against your sensitive skin 

“yeah?” you breathed out, curling into him as you began to meet his thrusts with more energy, your cunt gripping tighter the closer you grew to your orgasm 

“yes,” he panted, rubbing your clit harder 

“f-fuck me faster, i’m about to cum,” you whimpered and he of course, obeyed once more and picked up his speed

his head fell into your shoulder and his hips came slamming down again, his cock twitching inside you with an eagerness to cum

“please cum for me, please fuck i wanna feel it,” he begged, flicking his wrist and turning his gentle swirls into rough and firm circles as he pounded into you

“sh-shit, i-i’m – fuck,” you wailed, thrashing beneath him as you came, burying your face in the bicep he had around your head to muffle your sobs 

he wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts grew sloppy all over again and he gasped sharply, grunting with a rough forward push inside you, fucking his cum deep into your cunt with a few jerky pivots, hissing at how tight you were gripping him 

he helped you ride it all out, grinding against your g-spot and massaging over your clit until you could no longer handle the paired sensations, real tears of overstimulation streaking down your cheeks and onto his arm 

when he pulled out he carefully laid you on your back, resting on his knees beside your head with a heavy lidded adoring gaze, clearing away the invisible strands of hair by your sticky forehead 

“you still with me?” he mouthed and you rolled your eyes lightheartedly, chuckling airily with a curt nod 

“yeah.” you sighed, shuffling onto your side with your arm supporting the weight of your head, peering at him as he remained eye level to you in his kneeled position on the ground 

“do you want to…be with me…again?” he whispered, having inched closer, his nose gently nudging your cheek and eyelashes tickling your skin, his warm question fanned over your lips 

you paused, taking a moment to inhale a deep breath, exhaling softly and quietly 

“do you think you can stay good for me?” you half teasingly asked, mostly to cut the tension that was making your heart race, cupping his cheek with your free hand 

he nodded with earnestness in your palm, holding your hand in his large one, dragging his thumb over your knuckles 

“let me think about it, okay?” you answered softly but more seriously, your eyes flickering between his 

Of course, you weren't about to back down from such a blatant challenge. You had gone down the the store, bought a brand new electric trimmer—because let's be real…Toji's dick being bald might actually be worse than dealing with his bush—and now, two days later, you're ready to do the deed.

While you put the guard on the trimmer, Toji shimmies out of his sweats and boxers. The thick trail of dark hair starts at his belly button and follows down his midline, circling the base of his cock and dispersing out over the tops of his thighs. As hot as it looks, it's still a pain in the ass to deal with.

"Alright, Toji," you say as you sit down on the ledge of the bathtub. "Just a little off the top, 'kay?"

"If you nick me, I swear to—"

"Relax." Your left hand grabs him by the hip and anchors him in place while your right hand flicks on the trimmer. A soft buzzing fills the bathroom, and you adjust your grip on the tool. "It can't cut you."

Your boyfriend just grunts and watches on skeptically. Tough crowd.

The second the trimmer touches his v-line, Toji jumps. You immediately snatch your hand back and look up at him with a worried gaze. "Did I hurt you?"

Toji's throat bobs, and he shakes his head. "No, no. Go on."

You bring the trimmer back to his navel and begin methodically trimming back the hair just enough to make it more manageable. Little clumps of black hair get rinsed down the drain, and you're so focused on the task at hand that you don't notice Toji's cock twitching to life. The vibrations of the trimmer and the fact that your face is so close to his dick are driving him crazy. Fuck, he can feel every breath you take fanning over his skin.

"Almost done," you hum. "Just have to get the underside."

"Underside? Fuck…" Toji chokes back a pathetic sound as your left hand slides around to lift his cock up. Your fingers slip down the side of it, pinning it in place against his stomach. This time, the contact of the buzzing electric trimmer has him groaning. "Shit, baby."

He's fully hard in your hand now, cock heavy and hot, tip leaky and flushed red. You pretend not to notice, instead humming under your breath as you trace the shaver over his skin in careful strokes. You keep going until the veins running up the sides are bulging.

"Not so bad, right?" you tease.

The man above you is panting, hands planted flat on the smooth tile of the shower wall. His abs are clenched tight, and his cheeks are dusted a pretty, dusky pink. "I swear to fuck, if you don't—"

Toji's words cut off into a low moan as you give him a slow pump. "I was just about to say we should try it out, don't you think? See what kind of difference it makes…"

"Yeah. Yes, fuck yeah," he mutters breathlessly. "Anything you want, sugar."

You've got half a mind to tease him for folding so fast, but you don't think he can stand to lose any more of his dignity. The room goes silent as you flick the shaver off and set it down with a clink against the tub's porcelain. Toji's breath hitches when you finally lean in to drag your lips along the side of his cock, swirling your tongue against his frenulum before sucking his tip into your mouth.

The first inch you take has him groaning in bliss and throwing his head back against the wall. The line of his throat and the firm bob of his adam's apple are a sight to behold, and you can't help the way your eyes meet his. If he was a weaker man, he'd have blown his load right then and there.

Thankfully, he's able to stave off his orgasm by thinking about the time he had to hide in a dumpster on a particularly eventful job. How romantic.

He's only able to keep his mind among discarded pizza boxes and old banana peels for so long when you start bobbing your head up and down, taking his cock as far down your throat as you can manage. It's messy and sloppy, just how he likes it. You always know just what he likes. Maybe he just likes you.

He really fucking loves your throat, anyway. He loves the fact that he can feel you swallowing him down, feel the way his tip notches against the slightest resistance with every bob of your head before you're able to work him down all over again.

Why the fuck was he thinking about pizza boxes?

Toji's soft groans and the wet sound of your throat working itself open around his thick cock echo off the tiled walls. Toji knows better than to look down at you. You've probably got tears streaming down your cheek, drool smeared across your chin, and your hair's probably messy enough to make him wish he'd been holding it for you this whole time.

Call him Orpheus with the way he looks back anyway. One glance at your fucked out face has him shooting his load down your throat without warning. His fingers flex against the tile like he's debating ripping the wall apart himself. "Fuck, fuck, just like that…always take me so fucking well, good girl…mhm…"

You pop off him with a gasp and a thick swallow. As annoyed as you are about him cumming so abruptly, you're much too happy to dwell on it.

Why, you ask?

There's no hair lingering in your mouth.

"I tamed your jungle, Toji. How's it feel?"

"Never say that again, and I'll let you keep shaving me."

"Deal!"

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he quickly grabs his phone in the most nonchalant way that he can manage, instantly opening the first app he comes across— the calendar. he scrolls through it, adding dates and events for next week like he's not making up dogshit. since the phone is in his hand, the next vibration doesn't come loud or noticeable. he swipes away the notification smoothly as your text pops up. he doesn't read it, doesn't respond.

can't risk it when you're right here, can he?

you huff, still holding your phone as you stare at your screen, murmuring softly. "ugh. my friend's still studying, it seems."

"oh. m-maybe he's here, too?" satoru speaks quietly, looking around calmly.

great contradictory job at 'switching' the topic, fucking dumbass.

you straighten up in your seat at the wonderful idea, looking around with him— even though you don't know what your mystery guy looks like, you're confident you can at least narrow it down since the students here are less in number.

one group, three guys, two girls— no one sitting alone.

"hmm," you hum in slight disappointment and state your thoughts out loud, clicking your tongue quietly as your fingers play with your necklace, "my guy definitely sits alone, though. can't imagine him being a group study person."

"my guy"— your guy? him— your guy? his thoughts are scattering by the second. he's not sure he can recover from this.

satoru can feel his cheeks heating up and he knows he has probably fucked up now, but tries to salvage the situation regardless as he murmurs. "oh, ok."

you sigh again, heavy and full of boredom, your lips tugging into a small, tired smile as you glance at satoru and blurt out quickly like you'd been waiting a long time to bring those words out. "i don't think he's interested in me."

interested?

he's not surprised that you just overshared to him even if this is your second or third proper conversation. he knows you somewhat well by now.

and oh, if that isn't the most incorrect thing he's ever heard this year. his eyes narrow slightly in subtle, light offense— he thought he was showing his interest pretty goddamn well with his texts, but apparently not. he responds quietly, choosing to remain calm. "oh. um.. why?"

"because," you perk up at his question, like you were expecting him to be not so interested as well, but got proven wrong. you use the chance to speak about it freely, biting your bottom lip. "he's.. he's kind of a studious guy. you know, like— actually, he's kinda like you!"

satoru coughs.

"oh? like.. me?"

"like, he's sweet, all calm and proper." you say, running a hand through your pretty hair casually as you think about it, staring up at the lights of the library ceiling as if they provide answers. "doesn't use his phone much, either."

"...you, uh— you like that guy, then?" he asks, starting to use this opportunity to satisfy his real curiosity, speaking his genuine thoughts because he knows you wouldn't find it suspicious. "i thought you liked sukuna. think my brother mentioned it once."

you sigh at the mention of sukuna, shaking your head as you grimace at the memory.

sukuna was nowhere close to what you were starting to crave. the sex was good, but without it, you felt empty in his presence. it wasn't disappointment, because you didn't have feelings for sukuna despite the activites that took place between you both in the last few months, and he felt nothing for you either.

you hated that feeling. the one that stayed even after the pleasure faded, like nobody really knows you. sukuna never tried to get to know you, he never asked about your favourite flowers or your favourite food places nearby.

since when did you start wanting to be wanted in that way?

you sigh, leaning closer to whisper to satoru so that no one else hears you in the quiet space. you can almost count his white eyelashes, if it isn't for the reflection of his laptop in the lenses of his glasses. "god, no. i wanna find someone genuine. no more playing. someone who's funny, kind, rest-of-your-life type."

rest-of-your-life type.

his heart aches, because if he was at least a little courageous, he would blurt out right now that he can be what you want, that he's right here— always has been.

his silence makes you continue, "and to be fair, i don't know this guy too well. he doesn't know me either, actually. it's a long story. so, he just might not be into me at all."

"he is— ahem, i mean, he has to be. if he's... still somehow replying to your texts, he has to be, right?" he manages to speak, seemingly calm and composed, like it's common sense, his response coming out logical yet full of hope even as his hands fidget with his wired earphones on his lap, resulting in a tangled mess that accurately represents his current situation.

what has he done?

you stare deep into his eyes, feeling a tinge of hope. it's a rare feeling, because there's very few people who radiate that energy in the way he does. still, the doubt that plagues your mind doesn't fade easily, even as you give him a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. "i guess so."

he hates seeing that look on your face.

that look, as if you're unsure of something for the first time. you're always so confident and your smile lights up a room so naturally, that seeing you with the faintest hint of anything negative in your expression makes him want to rewind back to the time when he hadn't slipped into your life with his unknown number as a shield.

it's unfair to you that he knows everything while you're left in the dark.

satoru knows he can't let this go on for any longer.

he has two chances, and he has to sacrifice one of them for the second one to work right. he won't mess this up. he can't afford to.

you both sit in silence for a while.

for him, it's tense and full of worry.

for you, it's calming.

eventually, you have to leave because your bestfriend finally reached campus and she wants to have breakfast with you. you almost want to stay with satoru, but right now, you don't feel like burdening anyone.

"it was really nice talking to you, satoru." you speak, mustering up another smile. "sorry for taking up your time. see you later?"

he nods stiffly, his expression being gentle and friendly as always, but those eyebrows furrow under his messy white bangs in mild concern as he watches you go. "anytime, y/n."

he means it.

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