pomme d'amour.

Fuck that noise.

He’s never had anything in there before — no cock, no fingers, no toys — nothing but his own fingers fumbling, fingers too shy to go deeper. So when you slide that tiny little toy inside, barely three inches of semi-hard silicon, you watch his body fall apart.

His eyes go wide, breath catches, and then it’s all trembling limbs and whispered cries he can’t control.

He swears he can take it. Laughs it off like a joke — but it’s not.

You push it in just a little more.

His whole body jerks. His hips snap back like he’s trying to escape something, but he can’t. Not yet.

That little toy is a devil in disguise — meant to prep him, to train him for what’s really coming. But right now? He’s ruined. Sobbing soft little whimpers because he’s so fucking full of something he barely even registers as real.

He clenches around it like it’s ripping him in half, legs shaking so badly you’re sure he’s about to collapse.

“P-please, s-stop… I-I can’t—” he chokes out, voice trembling, barely a whisper. “I’m — i-it’s too — too much…”

And it’s not even three fucking inches inside him.

He’s already torn, stretched raw, dripping around you like he’s been wrecked by your actual size. The thought of a bigger dick? No fucking way. He’d be shredded, a bloody mess, broken beyond repair.

But here he is.

His little hole clenches tight, desperate to squeeze it out, but it’s no use. He’s ruined.

“J-just… slow… please…?” he begs, voice cracking. “I-I never… n-never had this b-before. It hurts — b-but I want it! I want you… I’m yours, p-please…”

Bullshit. You know he isn’t ready. That’s why you’re here.

You drag it out a fraction, then push it back in, slow and deliberate, watching his body betray him with every inch. The tight squeeze, the desperate gasp, the low sobs that start slipping out when you don’t give him a break.

He’s fragile. So fragile.

The toy isn’t even close to the size he’ll have to take later. But his inexperienced ass is already wrecked. Already trembling around something so tiny, so insignificant.

You grip his jaw, force his eyes to meet yours. “You wanna see how fucked you’ll be when the real thing slides in?”

His cheeks flush crimson. He can’t even nod, breath hitching so hard he’s nearly choking.

He’s ruined.

From a cheap sex toy less than three inches long.

You can’t wait to slide your actual dick in — it’ll tear him apart. Rip him open and break him in ways he can’t even imagine yet.

But for now, you have him like this. Clawed open and leaking sobs on your bed, begging you for mercy he doesn’t deserve.

Pathetic.

And delicious.

Venti, Xiao, Wanderer, Heizou, Gojo, Geto, Anaxa, Adventurine + your favs!

afab terms used

there was a first time for everything. leon thought he’d run out of them.

that is, until now—your arms are wrapped around his waist and your head is on his lap. he grips the sheets beneath him as you sob and beg like a child.

“please, leonnnn,” you whine. he’s never seen you so… pathetic. “please please please sit on my face. that’s all i’m asking.”

“you want me to that bad?”

“please…!” you repeat again. “just this one time and then i’ll stop bothering you, i promise.”

he scoffs. “i’ll break your nose with how i’m built, you know that?”

“don’t care,” a sniffle. “just want you to take a big fat seat on my face. suffocate me.” you look up at him with the cutest goddamn pout he’d ever seen.

“…suffocate you?” he sneers, but. but there’s something there. something so gratifying that tightens in his gut at the very thought.

smothering you with his thighs, making you have no choice but to open up, to please him, with your fingers digging into the muscle almost painfully—

and, oh, he was already gone.

nerdjo is an insatiable munch...

satoru pushed open the door to your shared apartment, his backpack slung heavily over one shoulder, glasses slightly askew from the chaos of lectures and group projects. the weight of the day clung to him like a second skin. endless equations, pretentious debates, and that one professor who droned on for hours. all he craved now was release, the kind only you could provide. you were in the living room, lounging on the couch in your casual tank top and loose shorts, scrolling through your phone. your eyes lit up when you saw him, setting the device aside.

"hey, babe," you stand to pull him into a quick hug. but satoru barely returned it, his hands already wandering down to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

"baby..," he murmured, voice low and pleading, nuzzling into your neck. "please. i've had the worst day. i need you. j-just a taste…let me bury my face in it… it'll make everything better." his words came out whiny, almost desperate, as he tugged gently at the fabric, trying to inch it down your thighs.

you laughed softly, swatting his hand away playfully. "whoa, slow down, loser. you just got home. can't i at least say hi properly?"

but satoru wasn't having it. he dropped his backpack with a thud and sank to his knees right there in the entryway, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes behind his fogged lenses. "no, please, baby.. i-i'm begging you. don’t make me say it.. it's all I can think about.." he pulled at your shorts again, harder this time, his fingers trembling with need as he whined, "come on, sit on my face. drown me in it. i need it so bad."

you bite your lip, heat pooling between your legs at his persistence. you loved how he turned into this needy mess for you, how oral was his obsession, his way of unwinding. with a smirk, you relented, stepping back toward the couch. "fine, you whiny boy. but only because you look pathetic down there."

satoru's face lit up, and he scrambled after you on his knees, hands never leaving your shorts as he helped yank them down along with your panties, giving rushed kisses on your waist. you kicked them aside and settled onto the couch, spreading your legs wide. but he shook his head, tugging your hips insistently. "n-no-! on my face… please…i want to feel you grind down."

you rolled your eyes but complied, shifting so he could lie back on the couch. satoru stretched out eagerly, glasses still perched on his nose, as you straddle his head, lowering your bare pussy onto his waiting mouth. the moment your folds touched his lips, he groaned deeply, tongue darting out to lick a long, flat stripe up your slit.

"mmmyes.." he mumbled against you, the words vibrating through your core. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you down harder, urging you to settle your full weight on him. you rock your hips, pressing your clit against his eager tongue as he lapped at you relentlessly. he sucked your folds into his mouth, tongue plunging inside to taste your arousal, swirling and thrusting like he was painting a masterpiece.

his glasses started to fog immediately from the heat of your body and his own heavy breaths, but he didn't care. He whined into your pussy, the sound muffled and greedy, as he worked you toward your first peak. fingers knead into your ass, gripping the flesh while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, then delved deep again, fucking you with it until you shudder.

"more," he begged between licks, voice hoarse and needy. "give me more, p-please. cum on my face.." you oblige, grinding down as your orgasm hit, juices flooding his mouth. he swallowed greedily, tongue never stopping, chasing the next one already. his glasses slipped slightly, now not just fogged but slick with your wetness, droplets trailing down the lenses as he sucked harder, whining for you to keep riding him.

your hands tangle in his hair, holding him in place as waves of pleasure build again. satoru's world narrowed to the taste of you, the way your pussy clenched around his tongue, the intoxicating smother of your thighs against his ears. he was lost in it, utterly indulgent, determined to draw out every last drop until they were both spent.

your body trembled from the aftershocks of her first climax, but satoru didn't let up. his tongue plunged deeper into your soaked pussy, lapping up every drop of your release while his lips sealed around your clit, sucking with renewed hunger. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations sending fresh jolts through your core. his hands roamed up your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he thrust his tongue in and out, fucking you with it in steady, insistent strokes.

you gasp, hips bucking involuntarily against his face. 'satoru... oh god, it's too much,' you moan, but your body betrays your words, grinding down harder to chase the building pressure. he whined in response, the sound desperate and muffled, his nose pressing into your mound as he devoured you. drool and your arousal mixed on his chin, dripping down his neck, but he reveled in the mess, his own cock straining painfully against his pants, throbbing untouched.

the intensity built quickly, satoru's relentless assault on your pussy pushed you toward the edge again. he alternated between broad licks that cover your entire slit and pinpoint flicks on your swollen clit, his fingers now joining in, two slipping inside you to curl against your inner walls. he pumped them in rhythm with his tongue, stretching you, filling you as you clenched around him.

your breaths came in ragged pants, your thighs quivering on either side of his head. you ride his face with abandon, the slick sounds of his mouth working you echoing in the room. satoru's glasses were a lost cause now, completely smeared and sliding down his nose, but he ignored them, focused solely on your pleasure. his whines grew louder, more frantic, as if your building orgasm fueled his own desperation.

suddenly, your walls flutter wildly around his fingers, and you shattered, crying out as the second orgasm ripped through you. juices gushed onto his tongue, and he drank you down eagerly, sucking every spasm from your pussy until you slump forward, spent.

but the act alone, the taste of you, the way you flood his mouth, the smothering weight of you pushed satoru over the brink. his cock twitched violently in his pants, untouched, and he came hard, hot spurts soaking through the fabric as he groaned into your core. waves of release crashed over him, his body arching off the couch while he kept licking softly, prolonging your bliss and his own.

nerdjo is an insatiable munch...

satoru pushed open the door to your shared apartment, his backpack slung heavily over one shoulder, glasses slightly askew from the chaos of lectures and group projects. the weight of the day clung to him like a second skin. endless equations, pretentious debates, and that one professor who droned on for hours. all he craved now was release, the kind only you could provide. you were in the living room, lounging on the couch in your casual tank top and loose shorts, scrolling through your phone. your eyes lit up when you saw him, setting the device aside.

"hey, babe," you stand to pull him into a quick hug. but satoru barely returned it, his hands already wandering down to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

"baby..," he murmured, voice low and pleading, nuzzling into your neck. "please. i've had the worst day. i need you. j-just a taste…let me bury my face in it… it'll make everything better." his words came out whiny, almost desperate, as he tugged gently at the fabric, trying to inch it down your thighs.

you laughed softly, swatting his hand away playfully. "whoa, slow down, loser. you just got home. can't i at least say hi properly?"

but satoru wasn't having it. he dropped his backpack with a thud and sank to his knees right there in the entryway, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes behind his fogged lenses. "no, please, baby.. i-i'm begging you. don’t make me say it.. it's all I can think about.." he pulled at your shorts again, harder this time, his fingers trembling with need as he whined, "come on, sit on my face. drown me in it. i need it so bad."

you bite your lip, heat pooling between your legs at his persistence. you loved how he turned into this needy mess for you, how oral was his obsession, his way of unwinding. with a smirk, you relented, stepping back toward the couch. "fine, you whiny boy. but only because you look pathetic down there."

satoru's face lit up, and he scrambled after you on his knees, hands never leaving your shorts as he helped yank them down along with your panties, giving rushed kisses on your waist. you kicked them aside and settled onto the couch, spreading your legs wide. but he shook his head, tugging your hips insistently. "n-no-! on my face… please…i want to feel you grind down."

you rolled your eyes but complied, shifting so he could lie back on the couch. satoru stretched out eagerly, glasses still perched on his nose, as you straddle his head, lowering your bare pussy onto his waiting mouth. the moment your folds touched his lips, he groaned deeply, tongue darting out to lick a long, flat stripe up your slit.

"mmmyes.." he mumbled against you, the words vibrating through your core. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you down harder, urging you to settle your full weight on him. you rock your hips, pressing your clit against his eager tongue as he lapped at you relentlessly. he sucked your folds into his mouth, tongue plunging inside to taste your arousal, swirling and thrusting like he was painting a masterpiece.

his glasses started to fog immediately from the heat of your body and his own heavy breaths, but he didn't care. He whined into your pussy, the sound muffled and greedy, as he worked you toward your first peak. fingers knead into your ass, gripping the flesh while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, then delved deep again, fucking you with it until you shudder.

"more," he begged between licks, voice hoarse and needy. "give me more, p-please. cum on my face.." you oblige, grinding down as your orgasm hit, juices flooding his mouth. he swallowed greedily, tongue never stopping, chasing the next one already. his glasses slipped slightly, now not just fogged but slick with your wetness, droplets trailing down the lenses as he sucked harder, whining for you to keep riding him.

your hands tangle in his hair, holding him in place as waves of pleasure build again. satoru's world narrowed to the taste of you, the way your pussy clenched around his tongue, the intoxicating smother of your thighs against his ears. he was lost in it, utterly indulgent, determined to draw out every last drop until they were both spent.

your body trembled from the aftershocks of her first climax, but satoru didn't let up. his tongue plunged deeper into your soaked pussy, lapping up every drop of your release while his lips sealed around your clit, sucking with renewed hunger. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations sending fresh jolts through your core. his hands roamed up your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he thrust his tongue in and out, fucking you with it in steady, insistent strokes.

you gasp, hips bucking involuntarily against his face. 'satoru... oh god, it's too much,' you moan, but your body betrays your words, grinding down harder to chase the building pressure. he whined in response, the sound desperate and muffled, his nose pressing into your mound as he devoured you. drool and your arousal mixed on his chin, dripping down his neck, but he reveled in the mess, his own cock straining painfully against his pants, throbbing untouched.

the intensity built quickly, satoru's relentless assault on your pussy pushed you toward the edge again. he alternated between broad licks that cover your entire slit and pinpoint flicks on your swollen clit, his fingers now joining in, two slipping inside you to curl against your inner walls. he pumped them in rhythm with his tongue, stretching you, filling you as you clenched around him.

your breaths came in ragged pants, your thighs quivering on either side of his head. you ride his face with abandon, the slick sounds of his mouth working you echoing in the room. satoru's glasses were a lost cause now, completely smeared and sliding down his nose, but he ignored them, focused solely on your pleasure. his whines grew louder, more frantic, as if your building orgasm fueled his own desperation.

suddenly, your walls flutter wildly around his fingers, and you shattered, crying out as the second orgasm ripped through you. juices gushed onto his tongue, and he drank you down eagerly, sucking every spasm from your pussy until you slump forward, spent.

but the act alone, the taste of you, the way you flood his mouth, the smothering weight of you pushed satoru over the brink. his cock twitched violently in his pants, untouched, and he came hard, hot spurts soaking through the fabric as he groaned into your core. waves of release crashed over him, his body arching off the couch while he kept licking softly, prolonging your bliss and his own.

nerdjo is an insatiable munch...

satoru pushed open the door to your shared apartment, his backpack slung heavily over one shoulder, glasses slightly askew from the chaos of lectures and group projects. the weight of the day clung to him like a second skin. endless equations, pretentious debates, and that one professor who droned on for hours. all he craved now was release, the kind only you could provide. you were in the living room, lounging on the couch in your casual tank top and loose shorts, scrolling through your phone. your eyes lit up when you saw him, setting the device aside.

"hey, babe," you stand to pull him into a quick hug. but satoru barely returned it, his hands already wandering down to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

"baby..," he murmured, voice low and pleading, nuzzling into your neck. "please. i've had the worst day. i need you. j-just a taste…let me bury my face in it… it'll make everything better." his words came out whiny, almost desperate, as he tugged gently at the fabric, trying to inch it down your thighs.

you laughed softly, swatting his hand away playfully. "whoa, slow down, loser. you just got home. can't i at least say hi properly?"

but satoru wasn't having it. he dropped his backpack with a thud and sank to his knees right there in the entryway, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes behind his fogged lenses. "no, please, baby.. i-i'm begging you. don’t make me say it.. it's all I can think about.." he pulled at your shorts again, harder this time, his fingers trembling with need as he whined, "come on, sit on my face. drown me in it. i need it so bad."

you bite your lip, heat pooling between your legs at his persistence. you loved how he turned into this needy mess for you, how oral was his obsession, his way of unwinding. with a smirk, you relented, stepping back toward the couch. "fine, you whiny boy. but only because you look pathetic down there."

satoru's face lit up, and he scrambled after you on his knees, hands never leaving your shorts as he helped yank them down along with your panties, giving rushed kisses on your waist. you kicked them aside and settled onto the couch, spreading your legs wide. but he shook his head, tugging your hips insistently. "n-no-! on my face… please…i want to feel you grind down."

you rolled your eyes but complied, shifting so he could lie back on the couch. satoru stretched out eagerly, glasses still perched on his nose, as you straddle his head, lowering your bare pussy onto his waiting mouth. the moment your folds touched his lips, he groaned deeply, tongue darting out to lick a long, flat stripe up your slit.

"mmmyes.." he mumbled against you, the words vibrating through your core. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you down harder, urging you to settle your full weight on him. you rock your hips, pressing your clit against his eager tongue as he lapped at you relentlessly. he sucked your folds into his mouth, tongue plunging inside to taste your arousal, swirling and thrusting like he was painting a masterpiece.

his glasses started to fog immediately from the heat of your body and his own heavy breaths, but he didn't care. He whined into your pussy, the sound muffled and greedy, as he worked you toward your first peak. fingers knead into your ass, gripping the flesh while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, then delved deep again, fucking you with it until you shudder.

"more," he begged between licks, voice hoarse and needy. "give me more, p-please. cum on my face.." you oblige, grinding down as your orgasm hit, juices flooding his mouth. he swallowed greedily, tongue never stopping, chasing the next one already. his glasses slipped slightly, now not just fogged but slick with your wetness, droplets trailing down the lenses as he sucked harder, whining for you to keep riding him.

your hands tangle in his hair, holding him in place as waves of pleasure build again. satoru's world narrowed to the taste of you, the way your pussy clenched around his tongue, the intoxicating smother of your thighs against his ears. he was lost in it, utterly indulgent, determined to draw out every last drop until they were both spent.

your body trembled from the aftershocks of her first climax, but satoru didn't let up. his tongue plunged deeper into your soaked pussy, lapping up every drop of your release while his lips sealed around your clit, sucking with renewed hunger. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations sending fresh jolts through your core. his hands roamed up your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he thrust his tongue in and out, fucking you with it in steady, insistent strokes.

you gasp, hips bucking involuntarily against his face. 'satoru... oh god, it's too much,' you moan, but your body betrays your words, grinding down harder to chase the building pressure. he whined in response, the sound desperate and muffled, his nose pressing into your mound as he devoured you. drool and your arousal mixed on his chin, dripping down his neck, but he reveled in the mess, his own cock straining painfully against his pants, throbbing untouched.

the intensity built quickly, satoru's relentless assault on your pussy pushed you toward the edge again. he alternated between broad licks that cover your entire slit and pinpoint flicks on your swollen clit, his fingers now joining in, two slipping inside you to curl against your inner walls. he pumped them in rhythm with his tongue, stretching you, filling you as you clenched around him.

your breaths came in ragged pants, your thighs quivering on either side of his head. you ride his face with abandon, the slick sounds of his mouth working you echoing in the room. satoru's glasses were a lost cause now, completely smeared and sliding down his nose, but he ignored them, focused solely on your pleasure. his whines grew louder, more frantic, as if your building orgasm fueled his own desperation.

suddenly, your walls flutter wildly around his fingers, and you shattered, crying out as the second orgasm ripped through you. juices gushed onto his tongue, and he drank you down eagerly, sucking every spasm from your pussy until you slump forward, spent.

but the act alone, the taste of you, the way you flood his mouth, the smothering weight of you pushed satoru over the brink. his cock twitched violently in his pants, untouched, and he came hard, hot spurts soaking through the fabric as he groaned into your core. waves of release crashed over him, his body arching off the couch while he kept licking softly, prolonging your bliss and his own.

nerdjo is an insatiable munch...

satoru pushed open the door to your shared apartment, his backpack slung heavily over one shoulder, glasses slightly askew from the chaos of lectures and group projects. the weight of the day clung to him like a second skin. endless equations, pretentious debates, and that one professor who droned on for hours. all he craved now was release, the kind only you could provide. you were in the living room, lounging on the couch in your casual tank top and loose shorts, scrolling through your phone. your eyes lit up when you saw him, setting the device aside.

"hey, babe," you stand to pull him into a quick hug. but satoru barely returned it, his hands already wandering down to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

"baby..," he murmured, voice low and pleading, nuzzling into your neck. "please. i've had the worst day. i need you. j-just a taste…let me bury my face in it… it'll make everything better." his words came out whiny, almost desperate, as he tugged gently at the fabric, trying to inch it down your thighs.

you laughed softly, swatting his hand away playfully. "whoa, slow down, loser. you just got home. can't i at least say hi properly?"

but satoru wasn't having it. he dropped his backpack with a thud and sank to his knees right there in the entryway, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes behind his fogged lenses. "no, please, baby.. i-i'm begging you. don’t make me say it.. it's all I can think about.." he pulled at your shorts again, harder this time, his fingers trembling with need as he whined, "come on, sit on my face. drown me in it. i need it so bad."

you bite your lip, heat pooling between your legs at his persistence. you loved how he turned into this needy mess for you, how oral was his obsession, his way of unwinding. with a smirk, you relented, stepping back toward the couch. "fine, you whiny boy. but only because you look pathetic down there."

satoru's face lit up, and he scrambled after you on his knees, hands never leaving your shorts as he helped yank them down along with your panties, giving rushed kisses on your waist. you kicked them aside and settled onto the couch, spreading your legs wide. but he shook his head, tugging your hips insistently. "n-no-! on my face… please…i want to feel you grind down."

you rolled your eyes but complied, shifting so he could lie back on the couch. satoru stretched out eagerly, glasses still perched on his nose, as you straddle his head, lowering your bare pussy onto his waiting mouth. the moment your folds touched his lips, he groaned deeply, tongue darting out to lick a long, flat stripe up your slit.

"mmmyes.." he mumbled against you, the words vibrating through your core. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you down harder, urging you to settle your full weight on him. you rock your hips, pressing your clit against his eager tongue as he lapped at you relentlessly. he sucked your folds into his mouth, tongue plunging inside to taste your arousal, swirling and thrusting like he was painting a masterpiece.

his glasses started to fog immediately from the heat of your body and his own heavy breaths, but he didn't care. He whined into your pussy, the sound muffled and greedy, as he worked you toward your first peak. fingers knead into your ass, gripping the flesh while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, then delved deep again, fucking you with it until you shudder.

"more," he begged between licks, voice hoarse and needy. "give me more, p-please. cum on my face.." you oblige, grinding down as your orgasm hit, juices flooding his mouth. he swallowed greedily, tongue never stopping, chasing the next one already. his glasses slipped slightly, now not just fogged but slick with your wetness, droplets trailing down the lenses as he sucked harder, whining for you to keep riding him.

your hands tangle in his hair, holding him in place as waves of pleasure build again. satoru's world narrowed to the taste of you, the way your pussy clenched around his tongue, the intoxicating smother of your thighs against his ears. he was lost in it, utterly indulgent, determined to draw out every last drop until they were both spent.

your body trembled from the aftershocks of her first climax, but satoru didn't let up. his tongue plunged deeper into your soaked pussy, lapping up every drop of your release while his lips sealed around your clit, sucking with renewed hunger. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations sending fresh jolts through your core. his hands roamed up your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he thrust his tongue in and out, fucking you with it in steady, insistent strokes.

you gasp, hips bucking involuntarily against his face. 'satoru... oh god, it's too much,' you moan, but your body betrays your words, grinding down harder to chase the building pressure. he whined in response, the sound desperate and muffled, his nose pressing into your mound as he devoured you. drool and your arousal mixed on his chin, dripping down his neck, but he reveled in the mess, his own cock straining painfully against his pants, throbbing untouched.

the intensity built quickly, satoru's relentless assault on your pussy pushed you toward the edge again. he alternated between broad licks that cover your entire slit and pinpoint flicks on your swollen clit, his fingers now joining in, two slipping inside you to curl against your inner walls. he pumped them in rhythm with his tongue, stretching you, filling you as you clenched around him.

your breaths came in ragged pants, your thighs quivering on either side of his head. you ride his face with abandon, the slick sounds of his mouth working you echoing in the room. satoru's glasses were a lost cause now, completely smeared and sliding down his nose, but he ignored them, focused solely on your pleasure. his whines grew louder, more frantic, as if your building orgasm fueled his own desperation.

suddenly, your walls flutter wildly around his fingers, and you shattered, crying out as the second orgasm ripped through you. juices gushed onto his tongue, and he drank you down eagerly, sucking every spasm from your pussy until you slump forward, spent.

but the act alone, the taste of you, the way you flood his mouth, the smothering weight of you pushed satoru over the brink. his cock twitched violently in his pants, untouched, and he came hard, hot spurts soaking through the fabric as he groaned into your core. waves of release crashed over him, his body arching off the couch while he kept licking softly, prolonging your bliss and his own.

"Go on." You encourage him, whispering in a soft honey voice right next to his pointy ear, which makes him shudder and huff. "Tell me what you like."

"Um..." He trails off, shy and tryung to run away from your hold and your intense look, but he keeps blushing and is silent, feeling so weak and vulnerable under you— not like he minds. He swallows his saliva, then takes your hand, and you let him guide it. You feel how pent up he is.

"I— I want you to tease me." He stutters, his cheeks redder, not believing his own words. "Want you to make me beg and cry for you. Want you to keep going even if I tell you stop." He continues, breathing heavily, his hard on getting more uncomfortable as he describes his dirty thoughts to you. "And... I want you to hold my hand." He finally says, then he grabs tight around the wrist of your hand. "Please."

"Go on." You encourage him, whispering in a soft honey voice right next to his pointy ear, which makes him shudder and huff. "Tell me what you like."

"Um..." He trails off, shy and tryung to run away from your hold and your intense look, but he keeps blushing and is silent, feeling so weak and vulnerable under you— not like he minds. He swallows his saliva, then takes your hand, and you let him guide it. You feel how pent up he is.

"I— I want you to tease me." He stutters, his cheeks redder, not believing his own words. "Want you to make me beg and cry for you. Want you to keep going even if I tell you stop." He continues, breathing heavily, his hard on getting more uncomfortable as he describes his dirty thoughts to you. "And... I want you to hold my hand." He finally says, then he grabs tight around the wrist of your hand. "Please."

"Go on." You encourage him, whispering in a soft honey voice right next to his pointy ear, which makes him shudder and huff. "Tell me what you like."

"Um..." He trails off, shy and tryung to run away from your hold and your intense look, but he keeps blushing and is silent, feeling so weak and vulnerable under you— not like he minds. He swallows his saliva, then takes your hand, and you let him guide it. You feel how pent up he is.

"I— I want you to tease me." He stutters, his cheeks redder, not believing his own words. "Want you to make me beg and cry for you. Want you to keep going even if I tell you stop." He continues, breathing heavily, his hard on getting more uncomfortable as he describes his dirty thoughts to you. "And... I want you to hold my hand." He finally says, then he grabs tight around the wrist of your hand. "Please."

"Go on." You encourage him, whispering in a soft honey voice right next to his pointy ear, which makes him shudder and huff. "Tell me what you like."

"Um..." He trails off, shy and tryung to run away from your hold and your intense look, but he keeps blushing and is silent, feeling so weak and vulnerable under you— not like he minds. He swallows his saliva, then takes your hand, and you let him guide it. You feel how pent up he is.

"I— I want you to tease me." He stutters, his cheeks redder, not believing his own words. "Want you to make me beg and cry for you. Want you to keep going even if I tell you stop." He continues, breathing heavily, his hard on getting more uncomfortable as he describes his dirty thoughts to you. "And... I want you to hold my hand." He finally says, then he grabs tight around the wrist of your hand. "Please."

"uh- uh-huh..." he nods vigorously when you ask him if he wants to cum again, his tummy already covered in his own white, sticky cum. beads of it roll down his sides and onto the sheets, leaving a mess that you slowly lick up with your tongue.

"ahhhh~!" he moans loud as he watches you do it, his hands clenching into fists where they lie handcuffed above his head and against the bed frame.

"are you sure? you're already such a mess, baby." you ask, your hands moving up and down his hips slowly, your tip still in his red, raw hole. it was surely bruised at this point from how much he had been demanding you keep going--begging for your brutal touch to continue until he couldn't cum anymore. he had more to give, you just weren't sure how much more before he passed out, then again, maybe that was what he wanted.

He really hated your hands.

Especially in moments like those, when you got him seated on your lap like some plaything, making out with him. His arms wrapped around your neck as little sobs and whimpers escaped his throat. Your hands wandered all over his body, groping at him however you wanted. The way you held him, touched him, made him let out shameful noises with them… despicable.

It took a while until you broke the kiss, stealing his breath without permission, leaving him a panting mess. Such an addicting and dizzy feeling, he had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths before opening them again. By that time, your hands were already wrapped loosely around his throat.

When and how did that even happen? And why— why were you slowly digging your thumbs into his trachea?

His eyes searched for yours, filled with tears and shaking. Those hands that were holding onto you moved to claw at your wrist, cheeks flushed like always. “You mentioned you are into choking once.” That was all you said in your defence, and he just felt a shudder run down his spine, straight to the heat in his crotch.

He was shaking with excitement, after all.

This was becoming unbearable, you moved so carefully after all. At first he could still breath, it was just more difficult to do so, but by the time you were truly squeezing, he was gagging and whining as his tongue lolled out. His voice was a meek and needy whisper as he said, “n-no, waaait~!! ♡♥︎ s-stop, hnNghh~ or m’gonna c-cum all over your shirt~!!”

Every instinct of his was screaming to push you away or yank your hands off, yet he refused to put up a resistance. He trusted you, he knew you wouldn’t hurt him. Besides it felt so good, his heart was pumping so fast and his brain was malfunctioning, shutting down on him. The sensation of it all was overwhelming, he couldn’t help it, it was pure ecstasy.

And that’s how he ended up cumming all over your lap in hot, white stripes. Mind and body melting from nothing but kisses and a little choking. When you released your grip, he slumped against you, panting, gasping for air as he twitched all pathetically. “Ah- hmm..! Ha-nghh, I-I told you… I’ll make a mess…♡♥︎♡” That might have been his most intense climax yet, now he’s wondering how good it will feel doing that while making love—?

In the end, you got yourself a trembling ruin who still haven’t recovered from the pure bliss you put him through, and scratch marks on your wrists and palms which he licked at like some cat.

Really, he hated adored your hands.

synopsis: you are failing your classes, which isn’t good! your professor and parents believes in you. so they assigned you a tutor.

includes: dacryphilia, dom!reader, sub!armin, pwp, and oral (both receiving).

word count: 4.6k

a/n: this is my first time writing smut and im nervousss omfg!1!1 if it’s bad don’t tell me plz

Travel. You’ve always wanted to go to all the popular places around the world, to have fun all night.

Your own penthouse your parent’s bought you isn’t all that anymore like it was in high school. You’ve grown bored of it, so you wanna go to different countries this weekend.

Imagine- no, don’t actually. It’s gonna happen. You’re gonna go out this weekend. That’ll make you look forward to Mondays, right?

—

“No,” Your father said calmly, like he was discussing the weather today.

Your expression of excitement quickly twisted into confusion.

“No?”

”No.”

“Why? What the hell, Dad?” You poured and crossed your arms.

“Because.. Honey, you’ve been failing your classes,” He added, a frown growing on his face. “So what? Oh my God, you’re such a buzzkill,” You groaned.

“Ah,” Your mother walked into the room, her hand on your father’s shoulder.

“Mom! Oh my God, you’re here now. Tell Dad he’s being ridiclous— Dad tell Mom what you just said-” You said, almost panicking at the thought of being told no.

”Hon, we’ve been thinking and.. you should focus on school for right now. Your grades look terrible,” Your mother sighed.

”Are you fucking serious?!” You yelled, making your father wince.

”It’s for the best, you know that,” Your father replied.

”For the best?” You echoed, almost mockingly. “You guys are so.. oh, you’re such both are so fucking dead to me right now,” You seethed with pure rage.

”Watch your mouth,” Your mother warned you.

You wore an expression of shock before it transitioned into an incredulous one.

”I can’t express my feelings of anger? Wow, some parents you both are,” Your crossed your arms.

Your plans were completely shattered by a simple word.

No.

Like it was a verbal way of bounding you to your penthouse.

“You’re being dramatic, okay? Your grade are a disappointment, especially for this family. Almost like a commoner. So if you want me and your father’s money to do anything, you’ll fix them by the end of this week.” Your mother sat next to your father who looked severely crushed by guilt.

“Mom!” You groaned, staring daggers into your father then your mother.

Your heart was beating fast, maybe from the adrenaline. Your eyes darting around to the fancy and expensive furniture your family owned just for show.

Everything was making you angry.

The marble floor that was in your least favorite color, the couches that you barely got to sit on because they were so strict about maintaining “good condition” or whatever.

The stupid ass painting they bought at an auction house, instead of attending your middle school graduation.

The ugly medal, gold and shiny awards for God knows what.

It was all pissing you off.

The only good thing they ever gave you was money and freedom.

That’s all.

So why are they acting brand new over some lousy letters in a system?

It was infuriating you to no end.

”Useless shits,” You muttered under your breath before walking to your room, slamming the door behind you.

You heard your parents sigh, you weren’t sure if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of annoyance but you didn’t care. Your plans were completely shattered.

You grabbed your laptop and left the house, not even glancing at your parents in the living room.

You slammed the front door with a hollow sound.

You walked out to your expensive car that you got for your fourteenth birthday and got inside.

You drove to your penthouse, fuming from every pore in your body.

Once you arrived you your modern and dull house, you sat in the living room and opened your laptop.

You visited the site tgat kept track of your grades.

C minuses across the board. That’s not even bad. Sure, you used to be an all A student, but with all of your fame and fourtune, grades mean nothing.

But your family all of a sudden really cares now? What the hell?

You used to try to impress your parents with your good grades and smarts, but you soon stopped once you got into modeling.

Being smart didn’t help them in anyway become more famous and successful.

But modeling?

That was everything to them.

They started letting you do whatever you want— up until now.

You were so infuriated. How could they just say no like that? You haven’t heard no since you were fifteen.

You stayed up that night, listening to music, cheating on doing your homework like you used to in high school. It was torture.

You were determined to go out of the country this weekend, no matter what.

You checked your phone and noticed a new text messages— from your mom.

”Are you going to make up your grades this week? Yes or no?” She. texted you, making you almost throw your phone across the correctly colored marble floors of your penthouse.

”I’ll do it,” You texted back before closing your phone and getting ready for school.

You walked into your first period class for probably the first time in a few weeks, and everyone looked a little surprised.

“Miss L/N, it’s nice to see you—“” Was all your math teacher could utter before you slammed the sheets on paper on their desk. The class went silent.

You glared into the teachers eyes and they awkwardly accepted your work, a little scared of you.

You walked to a random seat, sitting there. It was the only seat that was empty and had nobody near it.

You heard whispers but ignored them all and put on your headphones, tuning this class out. After this, you can lay at home.

Despite you cheating on all your work, yo still felt drained. How did you do this every day on high school?

As you were listening to your music and on your phone, the door to the classroom opened late, but you didn’t look up.

”Excuse me, I’m sorry-“” A blonde student walked inside the class, slightly red, maybe from running here.

”Mister Arlert, it’s nice to see you,” The teacher greeted him and he smiled bacj before heading your way.

He looked surprised to see you in his designated seat, but he didn’t say anything. He just sat next to you quietly, trying to be as discreet as possible.

”Why are you sitting by me?” You asked, moving your headphones off one of your ears.

”I- um, I normally sit here, and.. there’s no other empty seats besides right here.” The boy explained, his face turning even more red.

”Yeah, for a reason dipshit,” You replied brashly, making him look away. “I’m sorry,” He replied, trying not to cause a scene.

The teacher interrupted from the front of the class, “Miss L/N, please no talking in my class,” They replied.

You scoffed and tossed a glare at the boy, ignoring his worried expression he gave back.

—

Once the class was over, your professor called you their desk while everybody was leaving or packing up.

”Miss L/N,” Your teacher started with a deep sigh.

”I know you cheated on these assignments,” They crossed their arms. Your heart stopped for a moment before quickly resuming.

“What? Where’s your proof?” You barked back, making a few students look over unc curiosity at the growing volume of your voice.

”Please don’t cause a scene right now,” Your teacher sighed again. “Look, I won’t put in any zeros or anything because, I really used to enjoy you in my class. You used to show up and participate in here. Now you show up when you feel like it.”

Your teacher began to hand you back your paperwork along with fresh new copies of the work.

”I want you to do this for real, and to make sure you don’t cheat..” Your teacher walked away from you for a moment.

”Mister Arlert?” They asked, making the blonde haired boy perked up. He was grabbing all of his school materials from the desk.

”Y-Yes?” The boy stuttered.

”Come here,” The teacher said, making him walk over to you both.

”Could you tutor this student here?”

Silence filled the room for a moment before you and the boy answered at the same time.

”Sure,” The boy replied.

”Fuck no!” You exclaimed, making your teacher frown and the boy wince.

“Miss L/N, watch your attitude and language in my classroom,” The teacher replied angrily.

”It’s either this or all of those assignments you cheated on are in the grade book for a zero,” They added.

”Then give me the fuck ass zero,” You scoffed.

But then you thought about your parents, and the trip. You said you’d do it. You’d do anything right? Even.. study with this nerd

You looked the boy up and down, your expression one of disgust. He swallowed hard that you could see his adam’s apple move.

You could barely see his face with his huge glasses, he was a dork.

His eyes met yours before blushing and looking away. At least he acted cute.

”Wait- fine, I’ll do it,” You stopped your professor, their expression less tense.

“Thank you for letting me look out for you,” They smiled at you. You rolled your eyes back but they seemed unfazed. They turned to the boy.

“Mister-” The professor started before the boy cut them off, “You can call me Armin,” He smiled shyly.

”Armin,” The professor began. “Would you mind tutoring my kind student here?” You scoffed at the word kind.

”No problem,” Armin said, clearly lying.

”Thank goodness,” Your teacher said, smiling softly before handing you the work.

You scoffed again and Armin glanced at you. “What’s your name?” He asked awkwardly. “It’s Y/N, how do you not know that?” You asked incredulously.

”I— well, you don’t show up often,” He murmured.

You rolled your eyes and snatched the work off your professors desk and walked out the room with sass.

Armin hurriedly chased after you, “Wait- Y/N,” he called after you. ”Why are you following me like some kind of dog?” You groaned, making him flinch a little.

”I’m sorry, but the-” Armin started before you turned around sharply. “

”Stop following me around, okay? Someone is gonna get the wrong idea. I don’t hang out with dorks,” You crossed your arms.

Armin sighed, “Well you’ll have to now. You agreed for me to tutor you, right?” He asked. ”My hands were tied,” Your barked back.

”Were they really?” Armin stared.

“Are you implying that I need your help?” You scoffed at him, making him breath un sharply. “I am, because you do. Please don’t make this difficult for the both of us.” Armin pleaded.

His big eyes met yours, which made you feel a twinge of guilt at your choice of actions and words, but you had a valid reason for being angry, right?

Armin noticed your internal judgement, he slipped out a sigh of relief.

”Can you meet me at the school library tomorrow?” He asked you, his voice a little hesitant like he’s testing your patience.

”What time?” You spat out.

”Um- whenever is fine,” He muttered awkwardly.

“What’s your number?” You groaned and opened your phone preparing for his response.

”W-Wait, what— why?” He blushed nervously.

”For more information. Don’t ever get that kind of idea in your head ever again, are you dense?” You retorted.

“Sorry,” Armin apologized sheepishly before reciting his phone nunber to you.

”Delete it after this week,” Your replied before walking away leaving him there wondering why you seemed in such a twrrible mood.

—

You woke up, did your daily routine wnd checked your phone.

“Hi, it’s me Armin from yesterday. How is 12:30 for you?” A text message from an unfamiliar number read.

You checked the time.

11:45.

11:45??

How long did you sleep for?

Why the hell would he send that so late- oh.

”Sent at 7:13.”

Okay.

—

You were finally dressed, in a dark green hoodie and some grey sweatpants.

You didn’t have to dress up for this nerd.

Nope.

You arrive in front of the library a few minutes late, opening the door.

There Armin was. Sitting there, reading a book. He looked up and saw you there in the doorway of the library. He sat up and little to bring attention to himself so you could see him.

The moment you walked over to his table, he smiled.

“Good morning,” Armin smiled.

”It’s not a good morning,” You replied before replied as you grabbed the papers and placed them on the table.

”I’m sorry,” Armin whispered. You noticed that he was a little more nervous this time but you couldn’t care less with your situation here.

But would you did care about was the fact he looked better than you remembered.

He was in a dark blue hoodie, his hair looked more styled, his glasses were still big but they actually seemed to fit him this time.

You tried to listen to what he was saying. You did.

But you started noticing how his teeth press down on the fat of his lips when you say something a little mean.

The way his eyes dart around the library, trying to look anywhere but your face.

Why was he all of a sudden cute now? How were you supposed to get your grades up if this was your tutor?

“And that’s how you find the answer,” Armin concluded.

”Wait, what?” You blinked.

Just then, an alarm went off on your phone. It was time for you both to stop studying.

”Did I not explain it well?” Armin asked, looking worried. It only annoyed you further.

“Forget it, we can.. try again tomorrow.” You sighed.

You sat up and grabbed your belongings, Armin did the same.

”Same time tomorrow?” Armin opened the door open for you, watching you walk out. You didn’t reply, but you just glanced at him.

He was utterly confused, despite that he didn’t stop trying.

The moment you arrived home (around half an hour later), you received a text from Armin.

“Hi! The library will be closed tomorrow. Should we cancel?” Armin texted.

You couldn’t afford to cancel, not now. It’s barely about the grades though. To be honest.. you’ve started to grow a liking to Armin. Maybe it’s his attitude, or his face?

“You can come to my house,” You texted back, a small grin on your face.

To be honest, you could care less about the trip now. You could reschedule, it’s fine. You knew you could always sneak out of it came down to it.

Armin read it, but didn’t reply immediately. Eventually he replied, “Are you serious?”

You replied with your address, and Armin hearted the message. So it’s settled, you’ll let him over.

—

Armin on the other hand? He was freaking out. Why would he go to your house?

Why would you out of all people? You’re one of the richest families at yhis school. Why would you invite him?

Armin shouldnt oberthink it. He really shouldn’t. But there was one problem.

Armin had a huge infatuation with you.

He was too embarrassed to call in a crush, so he called it a infatuation, but in truth, he was obsessed with you.

Armin’s heart stopped when he saw you in his seat that day, when you yelled at him, he kind of liked it.

He felt gross for wanting more, but he couldn’t help himself. You were so gorgeous it made his head fuzzy.

Nobody noticed, but he never managed to stop staring at you the entire class.

He tried so hard to keep his crush a ser rey, but he’s only successful because you’d never thought about it.

He’s so nervous about going to your house.

What if he can’t control himself? What if he reverted to his secreted perverted ways?

He kept that part of him hurried, not a soul will ever know about that, right?

—

You woke up earlier that next morning, making sure to make your room appropriate for guests.

Once you finished thay, you took a shower, shaving everything— just in case!

You weren’t sure why you were getting all dolled up for this need, but here you were. You knew you thought he was cute, but what were you planning?

Okay, it’s crossed your mind once.

Or twice.

Or thrice?

Multiple times. But it’s not your fault, right? He was basically seducing you with those big and focused eyes, and his big glasses that enlarged his already huge eyes..

I mean, how could it not cross your mind?

The doorbell rang, knocking you out your thoughts.

You opened the door to see Armin, his cheeks rosy from the cold weather probably. He was clad in another hoodie and some tan jeans to accompany it.

“Good morning,” Armin said formally.

You let him in without saying anything, closing the door behind him.

Armin tried not to show how in awe he was by your huge penthouse, but he failed immensely.

”Are your parents not here?” Armin asked, regretting how suggestive it sounded and backtracked quickly. “I was just wondering- not like that,” He added frantically.

”This is my house, my parents have their own house Armin,” You replied, and he was speechless.

“What?” You asked cluelessly.

”It-It’s nothing,” He sighed and you shrugged. You showed him to your room and he is eyes widened, “Oh were studying in your- not that I’m- I just,” Armin tried to explain himself.

You rolled your eyes at his pathetic attempt to make sense.

”I don’t care,” You sighed. “Do you want to study in my room?” You crossed your arms.

”It’s- yes, I do,” Armin nodded.

”Okay.”

—

Armin sat down at the table you had out, writing you some notes.

You sat there, unabashedly staring at his face. He was so pretty, it irritated you to no end.

You scoffed at nothing in particular, but it caught his attention.

”Is something wrong?” Armin asked.

”Write the damn notes,” You barked back, making him deflate a little.

“Right,” He continued, even though he never really stopped.

You stared again and Armin noticed this time.

“Is there something on my face?” Armin asked you. curiously. “Also, are you paying attention?” He asked.

”You’re a terrible teacher Armin, it’s not my fucking fault.” You scoffed again, getting defensive.

”Am I? I’m sorry,” He apologized.

You got up from the table, and Armin followed.

”I’m really sorry,” He almost pleaded. You rolled your eyes and stopped suddenly, so did Armin.

You faced him, the distance between you two had shrank by a few inches.

Armin stopped breathing, you knew because you would’ve felt it against your own face.

Your eyes fell to his plump and pink lips, before traveling back up his eyes, just to realize he was looking at your lips as well.

He quickly looked up, a moment later than your gaze.

He knew he was caught and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was so nervous.

You went for it.

Your lips met his in a passionate embrace, his lips soft against your moist ones from your lip gloss.

He paused before kissing back desperately. It was obvious he didn’t know what he was doing, but he tried his best to mimic your moves.

You placed a hand behind his neck, bringing him closer. His hand found purchase on your hip.

Your teeth grazed Armin’s bottom lio, making him shudder. You then went for it once more, and bit it.

He winced a little, his grip on your hip strength omg.

His legs began to give out, and he fell against your bed, separating you two for a moment. He began panting, his breathing loud enough to bounce off the walls.

You followed after him, after all you were already far in now.

You hovered over his lap, pushing him against the wall of your bed, and he let out a sigh at the feeling of the hard wall against his back.

As he opened his mouth to sigh, you took that chance and kissed him again, catching him off guard pleasantly.

You kissed him, with tongue yhis time, he chased after you with his own.

You then pulled away, and Armin was disappointed, but it was short lived once your lips found his neck.

He shivered and placed both hands on your hips, your hand on the back on his neck, and the free one on his shoulder.

Armin’s face was more red now, his stomach felt weird. Forming some kind of pit at the bottom.

You bit his neck, then sucked on the wound. Armin’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his grip tightening around your hipbone.

He let out a desperate whine, his panting even more audible.

You could feel his touch, and he was hesitating. He wasn’t sure he could touch you the way he’d been imaging since he first saw you.

Your free hand fell to his inner thigh, his eyes opener again, wide. He wasn’t expecting that.

Your lips and tongue tugged at the sensitive skin of his neck, causing small moans to slip from his unguarded lips.

His skin was now bruised and marked, like you couldn’t care less who saw.

You pulled away from hi neck and Armin’s head fell, panting loudly.

You stared before Armin perked back up.

”I-Is that it?” He asked awkwardly, praying to anyone up above for a no.

”Do you want it to be?” You inquired.

”No! No, please,” He started off enthusiastically but was soon embarrassed by his excitement, but was unable to retract.

“Can I try?” He spat out. His eyes wide and begging.

“Try what?” You replied.

He bit his bottom lip, looking down at his lap before answering. “Cunnilingus,” He whispered.

”A little louder?” You replied, even though you heard him the first time.

”Cunnilingus..” He murmured. That was the best you could get out of him.

You laughed in his face, making him insecure. “What- why are you laughing?” She almost frowned.

”Go for it,” You told him.

Those three words. It changed him forever. He was embarrassed but excited more to try this.

—

You were sitting on your bed, looking down at the blonde boy on his knees in front of you.

You parted your legs a little bit, making Armin severely nervous. “You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” You told him.

”No!” He exclaimed, looking up at you. “Please, I.. need to,” He pleaded.

You chuckled to yourself and let him.

His hand shakily reached for your underwear, pulling them down.

His breath was uneven as he did so, awkwardly swallowing a wad of saliva.

He stared at you, taking you in like you were a painting. He leaned in closer towards you, his breathing completely stopped now.

”I-I’ve never done this before.. please don’t expect me to be any good,” Armin alerted you, making you roll your eyes.

You watched as Armin began to bury his head into you.

His tongue moved carefully as if he was scared of breaking you, his fingers gripping onto the plush of your thighs for support.

You let out a soft gasp at his careful but somehow sloppy ministrations. It was as if he’d been waiting for this moment for quite a while.

Armin’s tongue reached your clitoris, where it then swirled around it before applying soft licks.

He was obviously inexperienced, he knew he wasn’t good, but he wasn’t incapable. Armin wasn’t decent, but this isn’t what you came here for.

You pulled Armin away, “Let’s try something else.”

He nodded and went along, moving away.

—

Armin was on your bed, laid on his back. You were in between his legs, and his face was beet red.

”A-Are you sure..?” Armin asked sheepishly as your hands undid his belt.

”Are you?” You asked.

”Yes-” Armin whispered before he was cut off by you tugging down his pants.

His breathing sped up by a little, but it was noticeable.

You palmed the tent inside his boxers, making him whine. His big beady eyes almost made you feel bad.

You decided not to tease him too much and pulled his boxers down.

Armin was bigger than you expected, but you certainly we not complaining. Not when he was looking at you like you held control over his entire life.

Armin noticed your state and started to feel self-conscious.

”I-Is it bad? You can be honest-” He started before he cut himself off with another whine. Your hand was tracing a circle on his tip.

You didn’t t answer, you were too busy sliding your hand up and down his cock to care what came out of his soft and pink lips.

You watched him writhe underneath your hand, a part of you found it comical.

Your hand began to pick up its pace the more Armin got used to its speed, keeping him on his toes.

His panting and soft cries were enough to fill your expensive and large room, his noises echoing through it.

The moment Armin began to quiet down just a little, you replied your hand with your mouth. Your tongue swirling around his tip, the feeling making his breath hitch.

He let out a desperate cry, his hands gripping your sheets that probably costed more than his books he stayed buried in.

His eyes became watery as you continued, his big glossy eyes watching your every move.

You ran your tongue across his tip before taking his full length in your mouth, making Armin let out a mewl of pure unadulterated need.

His legs began twitching along with his already shuddering body.

Armin’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head, his last view your was you looking into his eyes.

His heart was pounding and he was shaking, his cheeks were still red and sweaty.

”I think- I might be-” He cut himself off with a gasp, followed by a moan. His cheating falling and rising rapidly almost like his heart might pop out of his chest.

Real shedded tears began decorating his already brightly colored cheeks, his moans coming out a bit choked from his crying, a slight line of drool on his lips from his mouth being open.

Armin’s body suddenly went limp, and soon after, white milky ropes of his cum fill your mouth.

After pulling away, you watch as Armin tries to catch his breath and regain his calm. But that was impossible at this rate.

He practically had hearts in his eyes as he looked at you.

“Armin, are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask. His cheeks still stained and he had a few more tears forming.

His eyes fluttered shut.

“Can I stay here for a minute? Please..?” Armin pleaded tiredly.

You agreed and let him stay.

—

“Your grades barely improved,” Ypur mother groaned.

Your father just sat there. He was almost.. relieved? What the hell?

”I know, it’s whatever. Okay? Stop bitching about it. I won’t go out this weekend m.” You actually meant it too.

Why did you want to stay?

It’s because of him isn't it?

Armin?

Your parents would kill you if they found out. They hate the idea of you even being in a school with commoners.

”It’s fine, you can go on the trip. We weren’t going to actually ground you. Maybe just.. some motivation.” Your mother shrugged.

You blinked.

”Just some motivation?” Was she serious?

”You lied?!” You groaned, you did all of that for nothing?

”Well, maybe you gained something from it? Like, I don’t know- some responsibility?” She shot back.

You rolled your eyes.

”I’m not going out. I have a tutoring session to go to, okay? Don’t bother me.” Your grades walked and closed the door. Hiding the smile on your face.

Maybe it was a good thing they lied after all.

ofc u may anon, i was so untempted to do this but I just got a burst of motivation for it, also a lot of people requested tamsy and zanka for this prompt to here yall go!! 🫶🫶

cw. / exhibitionism (zanka), solo masturbation(zanka) , afab tamsy, bondage (tamsy), edging (tamsy) blindfold (tamsy), squirting (tamsy), remote controlled vibrators (obviously), lmk if i miss-tagged or forgot anything!!

you've lost ZANKA. the cheers of the doll festival ring in your ears as you push through the crowds of people, attempting to search for the now lost team akuta with no luck to join you by your side.

but no worries, you've managed to find a relatively smaller packed area, stalls of food and perfectly fine alleys to hide yourself in. you push your hand into the pocket of your doll festival outfit, clicking the button of the small remote you had hidden inside.

warnings: sub!toji, dom!reader, gn!reader, stripper au, masturbation, fingering, rimming

stripper!toji who only goes into the club a few nights a month--enough to get him money for rent and some food. he'd go more, but he's lazy and doesn't like how much he needs to give up his dignity for a few bucks as is. he focuses on lap dances, private rooms, the works that include higher bills and less eyes on him.

stripper!toji who doesn't care when you first walk into the club. his focus is on convincing the rich couple in front of him to let him be their third for the night. really, he just needs money and a warm bed. badly. you get his attention briefly, but only for him to scoff at your loud obnoxious reaction to one of the female strippers coming up to you, her boobs pushed together so much they looked like they could pop, and her sparkly lingerie set shining in the stage lights.

what really catches his attention though, is your reaction. you complimented her and gave her a $50 bill, only to send her away, telling her you weren't really interested in whatever she was offering. that gave him pause.

sub!husband x dom!gn!reader

cw: nsfw, handjob, drooling, he is really desperate, semi-public, office sex

wc: 2k

synopsis: you're busy with work and your husband decides to visit you

I couldn't decide who to write about so I left it ambigious but imma be honest i kind of wrote it with gojo in mind but it could apply to many i guess. Also I created the perfect ground for a part 2 but..ya know me. Anyway just enjoy!

It has been two weeks now where you have been awfully busy at work with bookkeeping and other new responsibilities due to your colleague suddenly falling ill. That means taking more hours and also meaning coming home late and exhausted. Your lovely husband has been understanding of your commitment to your work but that is not to say that he is all too happy about it. He rarely sees you and most notably you guys haven’t done it in that same duration and he doesn’t like to pleasure himself without you. Yet he doesn’t want to outright voice his frustration either, not wanting to sound needy or desperate.