I was watching Tv but it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel right without feeling faded. I was feening for some weed when all of the sudden my phone starts vibrating. It was a call, the contact name read ‘Cornelius’ perfect timing. Even though I was high all day in class, my high had to eventually blow.
“Yooo” he said to which I responded “yoo Con, what’s up?”
“The sky?” He replied which I could tell his soft pink lips curling up into a grin at his own ‘joke’
“Ha ha” I reply dryly, he then said something that didn’t shock me because he acts flirty all the time, but I still fall head over heels. “I’mma come over, I wanna see you momma…” I sit there dumbfounded, biting my lip, blushing at his comment like a horny teenager.
“The doors always open, ‘specially for you Con”
“Oh really? As intriguing as that sounds, that’s not safe is it…hm?” He always thinks I’m for-real, just for that snarky comment I wanna see him whine, I wanna tease him so bad for taking that seriously- my imagination is going crazy.
After awhile it was quiet, but not so much of an awkward silence. It was like he was observing me for what he was going to say or do next… when all of the sudden he let’s out a breathy “fuckkk” before hanging up.
That d!ckhead!
I am situated on my couch, when all of the sudden I hear a low ding on the side of me. The message read ‘open the door’ I then get up and open my dorm door to which I am greeted by a male wearing a grey nike tech, a gold chain, a black bracelet I could only guess he’s matching with Jean, and white air forces, (I’m drooling) ”I didn’t know my eyes were on my dick”
"I wasn't even looking con" I say rolling my eyes and sticking my tongue out
"better stop 'fore I put that tongue to good use" he says putting his hands on either sides of my waist. I then grab the back of his neck lightly and lean in, just for me punch him in his arm with my free hand, “oww” he drags out the ‘w’ rubbing his arm. He then turns us around and pins my arms above my head before leaning in and locking our lips together, starting off slow, I decide to take lead and take his bottom lip in between my teeth, grinding against him, to which he groaned.
He then picks me up and slams me on my bed, he then crawls on top of me and hovers above my body, and starts tickling me. “Connie- s-top” I say in a laughing fit. “No, youre a bad girl..” He then stops and looks at me, he’s just staring, observing, I then catch him looking at my lips. Subconscious gets the best of me in that moment so I licked my lips. To that he licked his own and caught it in his teeth, “My bad girl…” he says quietly , he then hovered down and started kissing me, he picked up my head to deepen the kiss. His lips were just as soft as I imagined. I then started grinding my hips up to him. “Y-y|n” he groaned which I replied “Connie” mocking his tone. He then grabbed my neck not tight, but not gently either. “Take your clothes off” he said. I definitely didn't want to show my plug everything I have on me, feeling exposed was not a good feeling. "Momma, you’re beautiful” He said that left my blushing, so in that moment I felt confident but I knew later I would regret it. So I took off all of my clothes, arching my back, ass in the air , and face in the pillow. A little while after I didn’t feel or hear anything, I was confused so I lifted my head and looked back.
My question had been answered when I saw Connie lighting his blunt and putting it to his lips, inhaling. This nigga
“Damn nigga, ain’t offer me none?” I laugh, and feel him tug at my hair lifting me up.
“m’bad momma,-“ he says talking the blunt out his mouth and exhaling, coughing a little, voice a little raspy, before inhaling again and blowing the smoke into my mouth before instructing me to exhale.
“good girl..” he says lowly while smiling showing off tooth gem on his k-9’s, not to mention this nigga had a beautiful smile!!
Connie then took two of his fingers and opened my pussy lips all of my arousal coating his fingers, “fuck.” He silently says before putting his face in my pussy.
I instantlymoan out grabbing onto anything around me, sheets? Blanket? Pillow? I don’t know and didn’t care. He licked the bud again and again like a kitten, “C-Connie..” I whimper, I then felt a spank on my ass, I arched my back even more. Connie turned his head and began to suck on my clit while pushing two of his other fingers in my hole thrusting it for a while before curling it hitting my g-spot. Everything felt so good, I couldn’t even explain the feelings I felt did I love this man? Was it the sex? I was so lost in my thoughts my toes were cramping
“right there, connnn shitt!-“ I whine out
Before my release he stopped altogether. Taking his head out he took off his pants and stroked his dick before rubbing the tip of his dick against my clit. “Connie- pleas-“ I was cut off by Connies dick in me along with his hips hitting my ass making a loud smacking noise , he gripped my hips so hard it for sure had a bruise. Thrusting, he started off slow and hard before finding a rhythm, it felt so fucking good. (This nigga is a hoe)
Connie was louddd, didn’t expect this cocky ass man to be so damn loud, moaning, grunting, even whimpering a little, he is loud!
“Throw tha’ ass back ma” rutting my ass back, meeting him halfway was definitely a workout,
“-s-shit! So fuckin’ tight-“ he chokes out before flipping us over so I’m on top. “Do yo shi’ ma” he says grinning, grinding my hips for a little before sitting up before dropping back down on his dick, which kept going like that, Connie unstrapped my bra and started to suck on one bud before taking his index finger and thumb rolling the other between his fingers. He then took his mouth off one of my breasts and went to the other one before using the hand he used before and sliding it up my chest before reaching my neck and choking me. He looked at me with lidded eyes, all red, looking into mine, rolled back, he then looked down at my mouth which was opened and I was drooling.
“You’re so pretty like this momma” he says, praising me, brushing my hair behind my ears before thrusting upwards. Which only made my high come faster, the knot in my stomach was coming undone
“Fuck- con I’m close!” I moan out, squeezing my eyes shut
“Make a mess momma” he says smirking, then on command I do, wrapping my arms around his head squeezing, screaming his name. He then pulled me off and stroked his dick grunting before releasing on his stomach and chest.
We were done, chests heaving, tired.
“Imma start the bath, to clean you up then we could smoke, ‘kay?” He says softly smiling before getting up to walk away
“Round two?” You say biting your lip, to that he completely stops and turns around.
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you've been eyeing plug!choso for a hot minute. didn't think he'd cum so laude.
“You can’t come to these parties every week and just do jack shit. It's getting repetitivee.” Your friends hiss.
You can’t find the words to explain to them that the only chance you have at catching a glance of Choso is at these stupid parties.
You’re not even sure if he takes classes here. All you know is he’s gorgeous. And that the frat president of Sigma Nu buys his ‘party supplies’ from him exclusively.
You caught his attention slightly about a week ago when you figured the best way to snag his attention was to taste-test his inventory. Weed brownies are normally gross and bland but, ‘it’s for the cause, ’ you told yourself, and promptly scarfed down three of them. The intake of weed seemingly gave you the courage to approach him.
“Didd you make these yourself??” you slurred out.
He responded with a chuckle and a grin, followed by
“How many did you eat?”
“Like threee?” you smiled, proud of yourself.
“Bad idea,” and he promptly walked away, leaving you with nothing but your newfound high.
You don’t remember anything else from that night. Thank god
Today would be different. Not only will you speak to him completely sober, but he’ll talk to you. Your eyes scan the party from Sigma Nu’s kitchen counter. Your friends have left you by now because they're sick of waiting around with you.
There he is. And he’s never looked better. His eyes are just exhausted. If he doesn’t have time in his day to sleep, when does he get the time to go to the gym??
After way too long of staring, his eyes finally meet yours. His face contorts into a sort of smile? Maybe he remembers you? That's embarrassing.
You turn back around to avoid staring like a freak, and when you finally look back in his direction, he’s... gone?
“You aren’t looking for more brownies, are you?” a voice behind you asks. You whip your head around to face the source of the voice, and there he is.
“They're like really bad for you in mass,” he quips almost nervously
“No.. I only ate all those to impress you,” you blurted out and almost immediately cursed yourself for it. Why would you admit that?
“For..me??” his slight smile shifts into a face of worry. “I don’t remember putting you up to that, I swear.”
“Oh no, I meant I thought if I ate all those you’d think I’m cool and I don't know.. hang out with me?”
“oh. Well technically… i did hang out with you then.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You practically passed out in my arms. I watched you, though, don't worry.”
Holy shit. The entire night that you don’t remember was spent with the absolute love of your life?? What sort of sick joke is this?
“I’m so sorry! I had no ideaa I’m beyond embarrassed.”
“Don't worry about it. I thought it was… cute.”
“Well, I’ll have to repay you somehow, right? For taking care of me?”
The cleanest ally oop in history.
“Repay me? What do you mean?”
And that's how you ended up upstairs in whoever the hell’s frat lodging.
Choso had both of his strong hands on either side of your waist. Leaning down to your level, allowing you to kiss him comfortably. He’s panting like a dog in your mouth while pushing you gently onto the bed behind you. His body finally mounted on top of yours on top of the silk sheets. He’s biting and sucking at your lips like a man starved. You’ve been doing nothing but kissing for so long that you finally grow restless.
You move your hand down to finally palm his already entirely hard cock. You're met with a deep groan into a whimper.
“f-fuck touch me like that again? pplease?” his teeth are gritted, and his eyes are just screwed tight.
“look at me,” you tell him softly, urging him to open his eyes. He obeys almost immediately, opening his tired eyes to meet yours. Yo say less.
You take his obvious moment of vulnerability and use it to flip him over, leaving him underneath you. You straddle his hips and lean in to kiss him underneath you. One of his hands goes to grab your ribcage while the other hand palms your clothed waist. You slowly grind down on his waist, which results in a hiss through his gritted teeth.
Both his hands now start tugging on the bottom of your shirt.
“can I take this off you?” You never would have said no to him anyway, but the pleading look in his eyes made you think you’d say yes to anything he asked you ever.
“mhm,” you reply softly
Once he’s removed your shirt, you reach down for the hem of his pants. He gasps at just your touch by the hem of his sweat pants.
Every time you look up at him, he’s staring back, almost as if he hasn’t closed his eyes since you told him to open them. You free him from his constricting sweatpants, and you take his boxers down with them. You do the same to yourself, throwing your pants as well as your panties, who knows where.
When you look back up, Choso has his hand covering his mouth, biting down on the side of one of his fingers to silence his own sounds.
You move his hand away from his mouth to free his whimpers, and you line your entrance up with his now twitching cock.
“haaah- fuck- please don’t tease me, I need to be inside you.”
You follow his request and lower yourself down, taking all of him. Choso’s back immediately arches up off the bed; you gasp, sure, but gasps underneath you.
You move your hands that had been at his shoulders up to his neck and slowly apply pressure right where his adams apple had been bobbing just seconds before.
His hands guide you up and down on his thick cock as best they can before letting you lead completely.
Meeting his eyes again, you see tears slowly welling up in his pretty eyes.
“tell me if this isn’t okay,” you assure him
“n-no this is p-perfect, you're perfect,” he blurts out clumsily through his panting and through his tears.
“fuck i- mmh” he blurts out. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you.
“you're that close to cumming already?” You lean down closer to ask him. He’s beginning to thrust into you sporadically, instead of letting you have full control.
“y-yes please.. can I -mmh- fuck let me cum? pleaasee”
“where do you wanna cum, choso?”
“I-inside, please.. I wan- i need to fill you up.”
You don't even get a full chance to fully say yes to him when he grabs your body, hugging you close to him while he groans gruffly into your ear, and finishes inside you.
Ino Takuma’s bedroom is dimly lit as he lies down on his bed, being completely exhausted from the mission he just wrapped up. One week in Miyagi with Nanami, meaning one week of stress and seven days of not being able to jack off properly.
He groans softly, dragging one hand over his face and wet hair, debating whether he should do it or not. He had tried to cum in the shower, just to the thought of you, but nothing helped; his boner is still throbbing behind the towel around his waist.
He knows it’s wrong, immoral, perverted, disgusting— you name it. But he just can’t cum without seeing your gorgeous body, hearing your beautiful voice…
He bites his lips and reluctantly whips out his phone, opening the gallery with his private collection of you. The screen is now flooded with images of you, naked, in lingerie, gagging on his cock or of you and Ino having sex.
Ino decides on the safest option to get a satisfying outcome; a photo showing you in soft pink lingerie, the bra pushing your pretty tits together while the panties barely cover your pussy.
He gulps, his right hand wandering down his body to grip his hard cock. It weighs heavy in his hand as he slowly begins to stroke it, gently teasing the tip the way you used to. The strokes become more desperate, his pace increasing while his eyes are fixated on the way the lingerie made you look like an angel, in the soft light of your bedroom.
He exhales slowly and swipes to the right, now starting a video of the two of you. Your soft moans echo through the room, accompanied with the soft ‘squelch, squelch’ of his dick plunging inside you…
Ino closes his eyes, imagining the hand around his length being your warm, tight pussy, clenching around him as if you’d never want to let him go, you calling out his name because he was the one bringing you pleasure-
With a loud groan, hot, white ropes of cum shoot into his hand. Ino’s chest heaves and falls heavily, the video of you two still playing. He closes his eyes, gently shaking his head.
“What am I even doing here? I’m such a loser…”, he whispers into the dark room.
Suddenly, the soft ‘ping’ of his notifications make him open his eyes, which widen immediately.
“Hey, you up?” from Y/n at 3:28 am.
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“‘Gumi…” You whispered against Megumi’s lips. He was pressing you into the wall. The kiss rushed with his hands on either side of your head so you couldn’t turn away. Megumi didn’t bother to respond choosing to deepen the kiss further by prying your lips open and pushing his tongue in your mouth.
It was messy and so unlike Megumi that you didn’t know what to do except to follow along. You fisted Megumi’s shirt in your hands, tugging him impossibly closer. Megumi made a strange sound and reluctantly pulled away, out of breath. He didn’t pull himself too far, leaning his forehead on yours as he panted in the small space between you two.
“What’s going on with you?” You whispered, a small smile growing on your lips.
“Stop.” Megumi murmured. He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, tilting his head down, “Just stop talking and kiss me.”
He really didn’t have to tell you twice.
Megumi leaned forward and slotted his lips in between yours, exhaling through his nose. Right now he didn’t need anything else, just you.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated. Roaming hands and desperate touches. The kiss soon became a clash of lips and teeth and Megumi only wanted you closer. If he could he’d tuck himself right underneath your skin and maybe only then would it be enough.
You moved to pull away, out of breath, but Megumi refused. He placed a hand behind your head to keep you from pulling away and tilted his head closer, desperate to keep his lips on yours. As much as you wanted to keep on kissing him your lungs were crying for air. You placed your hands on Megumi’s chest and pushed slightly. Megumi took the hint and with a disgruntled sigh he stopped with the onslaught of kisses. You had expected Megumi to fully part from you and pretend like nothing had happened, as he usually does, but this time Megumi hunches over and begins to press his lips along your collarbone and your neck until he reached your lips again. He continued on like this, pressing short kisses against your lips with half-lidded eyes.
“I love you.” Megumi sighed in between kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle from all of the kisses. Megumi’s heart fluttered in his chest, harsher than he had ever experienced before.
“Tell me you love me.” Megumi asked quietly, brushing your bangs away from your eyes.
His thick cock thumped ferociously into your pretty pink pussy as his plump lips kissed your ankle over his shoulder. You clenched around him, squriming under his firm hold while being suffocated by euphoria. Orgasm after orgasm, he shoved his dick back into you, ramming into your cervix as tears fell down your wispy lashes. He stretched your brown leg over his shoulder, gripping the other with a tatted muscular arm around his waist.
“Allat fuckin back talk… -tss fuck”
He hissed hardly able to finish his sentence, your tight hole kept him from being able to fully pull out, not that he’d ever even wanna. The thought of being hit with the cool air of his apartment after being inside his warm, soft girl sent a shudder through his spine. Nah fuck allat..So to compensate, he slowed down feeding deep passionate strokes cus he wasn’t finished jussttt yet. He let go of your legs finally, then slowly lowered himself to your pierced ear.
“Keep giving me attitude infront of them bitches ion like n you gon feel it mama.”
“Fuckkkk Daddy I’m sorr-ughhhh”
He shoved his dick alllll the way into you, feeling your gummy walls enclose him as you came..again.He felt your body spasm, watching your eyes close while your back arched. You looked like art.
“Sorry not gon do it this time Y/n” he grunted, slowly hovering his thumb over your puffy nipples.
“Hmmmmphhh ‘s too muchhh m tired baby—AH!” He pinched the small bud between his index and thumb.
“Shut that shit up”, he readily eased out of you, sitting up on his mattress, low eyes staring into your soul.
“You gon gimmie one more…”
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Suna Rintarou had been coming home later and later. At first, Y/n told herself it was just work—overtime, maybe the pressure getting to him. But days stretched into weeks, and the pattern never changed. He stopped calling when he’d be late. Stopped explaining.
When he did come home, he moved through the apartment like a stranger—brief words, empty excuses, no warmth. The shift was slow, like a cold draft slipping in under the door—subtle, but inescapable. It began with a tightening in her throat every time the lock clicked late at night, then settled into her chest, her limbs, until everything felt heavier when he walked past her without so much as a glance. What hurt most wasn’t the silence. It wasn’t even the distance. It was not knowing. No argument. No unraveling moment. Just a quiet change in the way he looked at her—until he didn’t look at all. She searched for answers, combed through memories for something that might explain it. But there was nothing. Just the ache of watching the man she loved became someone she no longer recognized. Still, she tried. She made the reservations, cooked his favorite meals, and scrubbed the house spotless so he wouldn’t have to lift a finger. She even packed his bento for practice, just the way he liked. But not once did he meet her halfway. Not once did he reach back with even a fraction of the love she poured out for him.
The silence had become suffocating. Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. So she spent the day gathering her thoughts, choosing her words with care—gentle ones, not meant to provoke, but to open a conversation. She wasn’t looking for a fight. She just wanted clarity. To be seen. To be heard. To tell him how much the distance had been hurting her. She made up her mind: tonight, when Suna got home, she’d speak to him. As the hour approached, she waited quietly on the couch, her nerves on edge. Her heart raced. Hands trembling in her lap. It wasn’t fear of him—it was fear of what he might say. Of what he might not. Then came the sound of keys clinking in the lock. He was home. Suna stumbled through the door, clearly exhausted, barely glancing around. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, dropping his bag carelessly onto the floor. Without a word, he made his way to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. “Welcome home, Rin,” Y/n called softly, her voice breaking the quiet. Suna flinched, startled, one hand flying to his chest as he turned to look at her. “Can we talk?” she asked, rising slowly to her feet. He didn’t answer right away—just let out a quiet hum and turned his attention back to the fridge. “If you’re looking for dinner, it’s on the stove,” she added gently. He didn’t like her calmness—it was too deliberate, too controlled. And she knew that. “I wanted to talk about the way you’ve been lately,” she continued. “We barely see each other anymore. But… let’s start with something simple—are you okay? Are you doing well?” Her voice was full of concern, genuine and soft, but edged with something deeper—hurt.
“I’m okay,” he said dryly, almost too casually. “Just been busy.” He moved toward the stove, flicking on the burner without so much as a glance in her direction. “Is that so…” Y/n murmured, her voice thin with restraint. She hesitated before continuing, “If you’ve been that busy, why didn’t you tell me? Just a text would’ve been enough.” Suna let out a sharp breath, finally turning to face her. “Damn, Y/n. Do you really need to know every little thing I do?” For a moment, she was stunned—silent beneath the weight of his words. But in that pause, she saw him clearly: the weariness etched into his features, the dullness in his eyes, the dark circles under them. This wasn’t the Suna she fell in love with. “Of course not, Rin,” she replied quickly, her voice trembling with vulnerability. “Then back off,” he snapped, his tone laced with a venom that cut deeper than he realized. Y/n felt her throat tighten, but she held her ground. “Rin, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re falling apart. I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay. I’m confused. I’m hurt. I’m trying to understand, but you’re shutting me out, and I don’t know how to fix something when I don’t even know what’s broken. I’m not asking for much, I—” She froze. Whatever strength she had crumbled the moment his next words hit. “But you are asking too much,” he interrupted coldly. “You don’t even make sense anymore. You’re being clingy and pathetic. Maybe it’s time you learned how to let go and move on. What, do I have to babysit you just so you’ll feel seen?” Each word landed like a blow—sharp, final, and merciless.
“Really?” Y/n snapped, unable to hold back any longer. The weight of her frustration pressed heavily on her chest. “You know what, Rin? I’m done babying you every damn day. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to deal with a grown-ass man who can’t even wash his own clothes or clean his damn dishes? Hell, you can’t even pick up after yourself! It’s humiliating, Rintarou. Absolutely embarrassing. She was practically shouting now, her voice echoing off the walls. “Do you even see the time and effort I put into this apartment every single day? Do you? Because I’ve never felt so alone in my life—and I live with someone who’s supposed to love me!” The neglect, the mess, the constant disappointment—it was too much. She wasn’t his mother. She didn’t sign up to raise a man. Then his voice cut through the air, sharp and cruel. “Maybe it’s because I don’t want to come home to some nagging bitch who acts like she does everything. I pay the bills, I make sure there’s food on the table so your fat ass can eat!” The words hit her like a slap. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over, unstoppable. “You’re so—God, I don’t even know where to begin,” Y/n said, voice trembling. “All I’ve ever done is be patient with you. I’ve been lonely enough to feel like I don’t even exist… and you were supposed to be the one who reminded me that I matter.” But Rintarou didn’t say a word. Didn’t even flinch. And that silence hurt more than anything he could’ve said.
“Stop being patient—it’s not getting you anywhere, is it?” Rintarou shouted, his voice thick with frustration. “You can’t even hold down a damn job. Always lounging around the house, no food ready when I get home. And I’m stuck eating leftovers while your big ass is stuffing your face with everything else. Maybe if you lost some weight, we’d actually have food left over. Ever think of that, huh?” His words came in harsh waves, each one cutting deeper than the last. He was breathing heavily, spent from the outburst, while Y/n stood frozen, unable to speak. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She quickly wiped at her tears, as if that could hide the pain unraveling inside her. “I’m leaving,” he muttered, storming over to the door. He grabbed his keys off the hook, and the front door slammed behind him with finality. The moment the door closed, Y/n’s knees gave out. She crumpled to the floor, her sobs breaking through the silence like shattered glass.
She clutched her chest, trying to breathe through the ache, but it was no use. She couldn’t understand how easily—how casually—he had thrown her greatest insecurity in her face. Her weight had always been a sore spot, something she’d silently battled for years. But when she met Rintarou, he made her feel like she was enough. He made her believe she didn’t have to look like the women on magazine covers or social media. Now she realized it had all been a lie. He didn’t accept her. He resented her. Every piece of her that she had learned to embrace through him—he had only been tolerating. Y/n slowly picked herself up from the floor, her limbs heavy with grief. She made her way to the shared bedroom in silence. Despite everything—despite the argument and the pain still fresh in her chest—she couldn’t bring herself to turn off the hallway light. A small part of her still hoped he would come back. She shut off the rest of the lights in the apartment, one by one, then slipped into bed. That night, she cried herself to sleep. Morning came too soon. At 5 a.m.—the usual time she woke to make breakfast for Rintarou—Y/n stirred from restless sleep. As she sat up, she blinked in surprise. Rintarou was beside her.
Sometime during the night, he had returned. He lay on his side, eyes closed, his face turned toward hers. But what caught her attention was the redness around his eyes, the slight puffiness that betrayed silent tears. He had cried, too. Y/n walked out of the bedroom without a word, her face blank, her heart heavy. She made her way into the kitchen, the cold tile beneath her feet grounding her more than the silence ever could. Without thinking, she started cooking—omelets sizzling in the pan, miso soup warming on the stove, and freshly steamed rice filling the room with a soft, comforting aroma. It was a routine she knew well. Something familiar. Something that kept her hands busy while her mind tried to forget. As she was finishing up, the sound of footsteps stirred behind her. Rintarou had woken up. He stumbled into the kitchen, eyes still groggy from sleep, but as soon as he saw her, something shifted in him. Guilt. It hit hard and fast, settling deep in his chest. He stood there for a moment, just watching her.
Watching the way she moved, quiet and distant. And then the words from the night before echoed back in his head—the yelling, the insults, the way he threw her insecurities in her face like they were nothing. He remembered it all. "Good morning," she said with a forced smile, setting the last plate down on the table. Rintarou gave a small nod in response. "Are you going to eat?" he asked. She shook her head lightly. "Ah, no. I'm not hungry. I need to make your bento for practice, so don't worry." Turning away, she began preparing his lunch. As she worked quietly in the kitchen, Rintarou's voice broke the silence. "Y/n," he said. She hummed in acknowledgment, her attention still on the food. "I'm sorry for what I said yesterday," he continued. "Let me make it up to you. I'll take you out tonight—my treat. I’ll be home before five." He paused, waiting, uncertain how she'd respond.
"No need to apologize, Rin. It’s fine—I’m okay, really," she said with a gentle smile. "And sure, do you know where you're taking me?" As she added the final ingredient to his lunch, Rintarou watched her intently. He noticed how carefully she arranged the food in the bento, making sure nothing got squished or messy. "Uh... not exactly," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "But I’ll figure it out before I get back." Y/n nodded. "Alright, here you go." She handed him the bento. "I made sure to include all your veggies. And don’t worry, there’s fruit and meat too—gotta keep those hygiene points up!" she said, giving him a playful thumbs-up. Rintarou chuckled quietly. "Anyway, hope you have a good practice," she added, turning back to the sink. "I’m going to catch a little more sleep. I’ve got an interview at ten." Later that evening, Y/n and Rintarou headed out for their date. Rintarou was anxious, preparing himself to apologize once again. Despite everything, he had marriage on his mind. He figured—why not propose to her afterward? Oh, how wrong he was.
"Hello, I have a reservation for 6:30 under the name Suna," Rintarou said to the hostess. "Suna Rintarou? Oh my!" she gasped, her eyes widening as she glanced at Y/n. "Right this way!" she added quickly, leading the couple to their table. Once seated, Y/n settled into her chair quietly, not saying a word. Rintarou tried to break the silence. "So, how was the interview?" he asked. "It went great. I got the job. I start in two weeks," she replied with a smile, her attention drifting as a small commotion caught her ear. A child nearby had started crying. Y/n watched as the flustered new mother panicked, unsure of how to calm the baby, while her husband scrambled helplessly beside her. "May I help?" Y/n offered gently. The mother let out a relieved sigh and gave a grateful nod. Y/n stood, gently picked up the baby, and began softly patting its back. Within moments, the baby's cries quieted to a calm whimper. "Thank you so much, ma'am," the mother said, her voice thick with emotion as Y/n carefully handed the now-peaceful baby back. "No worries at all," Y/n replied with a gentle smile, returning to her seat. Rintarou watched her in quiet awe. His heart swelled at the sight—how effortlessly she soothed the child, how kind and calm she remained. It was in that moment, watching her with such warmth and grace, that he felt it again—stronger than ever. He really, truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
After dinner, Y/n and Rintarou strolled hand in hand toward a nearby park, the setting sun casting a golden hue over the world around them. The air was quiet, gentle, almost sacred. As they reached a quiet clearing, Rintarou suddenly stopped, turned to face her, and dropped to one knee. Y/n froze, her breath catching in her throat as he opened a small velvet box, the ring glinting in the last rays of sunlight. "Y/n," Rintarou began, his voice trembling, "I know this probably isn’t the perfect moment… but I couldn’t keep this in any longer. I’ve felt so guilty about what I said last night. I can’t take those words back—I wish I could—but they were never meant to hurt you." He looked up at her, eyes raw and honest. "I know I’m not the perfect boyfriend. Hell, I’ve probably been a terrible one. But through it all, you stayed—you waited. You were my home. And without you, I don’t think I can ever feel whole again. So please, Y/n... will you marry me?" Y/n stood in stunned silence, the world suddenly too still. Her hands trembled as she reached for his arms, gently helping him to his feet. She brushed the grass from his knees, tears slipping quietly down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Rin," she whispered, her voice breaking, "but I can't." His eyes widened, a sharp breath escaping him, but she continued, her voice steady though her heart ached. "It's a beautiful gesture, really. But I can’t say yes—not like this. We have too much to fix, too much we’ve buried instead of facing. Marriage won’t solve that. We owe it to ourselves to grow, separately… before we even think of growing together." She cries.
"But—" he began. "There’s no ‘but’ to this, Rintarou," Y/n interrupted, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "We're not right for each other. The longer we try to force this… the more we keep avoiding the real issues. I'm exhausted, Rin. I really am. I want to marry you—part of me always has—but I need to step back." Her voice trembled, but she didn’t stop. "I can’t keep going through the same fights. I can’t keep hearing you criticize my body like it’s something that needs fixing. You knew that was my insecurity, and yet... you still made it feel like a flaw. Rintarou, we’re not kids anymore. We can’t keep pretending your immaturity doesn’t hurt me." "I'm sorry," he said quickly, desperation in his voice. "I swear I’ll change." Y/n gave a bitter smile, one filled with sadness rather than spite. "You’ve said that so many times, Rin... I think my heart's grown numb to it." She paused, swallowing hard as the weight of her words settled between them. "I’m sorry too. But I can’t carry this anymore. I need peace. I need to choose me for once. It’s time we go our separate ways." Her eyes met his—red, brimming with tears—as his mouth opened slightly, no words coming out. Then, as if the weight finally hit him, he dropped to his knees. "Wait. Y/n... please, don’t leave me," he pleaded, voice cracking. It was the first time he’d ever begged—for anything. The first time he ever begged for her.
Y/n shook her head gently, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. She took one last look at him before turning to walk away. "Rin… thank you," she said softly over her shoulder. "Thank you for showing me what love can feel like and for helping me realize that I’m strong enough to stand on my own. But I can’t settle for someone I love—no matter how deeply—if they refuse to truly change. Words without action don’t build a future." She paused, her voice trembling with a mix of love and sorrow. "Marriage… it was a dream. But dreams don’t survive without resolution. And we never found one—not really. We both know that." She turned slightly, enough for her eyes to meet his one last time. "So don’t beg, Rintarou. Don’t lose someone just to realize their worth. Show people differently. Grow differently. I’ll always carry love for you in my heart. I’ll always cherish what we had." A tear slipped down her cheek, "I wish you the best—with volleyball with your future. And I hope one day, you finally see the value in the effort you put in. Please, don’t sulk. Don’t let this moment be your ending. Push forward. Become better—not for me, but for yourself. You already have it in you." She smiled faintly, her voice barely a whisper now. "When you find someone new, love her with everything you couldn’t give me. Marry her. Don’t let her walk away like I am now. Don’t think of me then—because holding on will only bring you back to this place. This moment." Her final words hung in the air like a farewell lullaby.
"Thank you for being someone I loved. Truly. Goodbye, Rintarou. I hope one day, our paths cross again—when we've both grown into who we’re meant to be." And with that, she turned and walked away. Rintarou watched her, unable to move. With each blink, she drifted farther and farther until she was nothing but a fading memory against the horizon. His knees gave out, his head bowed low, and for the first time in a long time—he cried without holding back. Y/n held back her sobs as tears slipped freely down her cheeks. Her chest ached, but her feet kept moving. For once, she chose herself—over a love that never truly held her over a man who never truly saw her. There were no more excuses. No more pretending. And though it broke her, she walked away. Not because of him—but for herself. And now, as she walked away for good, each step felt like a funeral for a future that never came. A goodbye not just to him—but to the version of herself who kept believing things would change. And this time, she didn’t look back.
It was 2 in the morning and you realized your boyfriend accidentally slept over. You lived in a strict household with your mother, father, and 2 younger brothers. Your dad wasn’t keen on even letting your boyfriend come over but after your mom smooth talked him he eventually let in, so having a boy sleep over was a death wish. sitting up in bed a little bit you look over at your significant other with a smile. How does he manage to look good in his sleep? You bring your warm hands to his cheek and rub your thumb against his soft delicate skin. He stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes looking up at you with his low eyes before giving you a small smile.
“You’re cute..” You say lowly as you look at his pursed soft lips, you hadn’t even noticed he leaned closer to your face.
“Oh really?” he groans before sitting up with you all while looking at you tilting his head. By this time you guys are just staring at each other in the dark, the only light is the moonshine through the window. Eren grabs the hand that was rubbing his face and holds it before flickering his eyes from your eyes down to your plump lips. In that moment you give in, bringing your face closer to his you give a gentle kiss to his lips. He grabs the back of your neck kissing you more as he turns his head to deepen the kiss. You grab his shirt collar before you moan into the kiss whimpering his name.
“‘Rennie-“ he takes his hand from the back of your neck and moves it to the front so he’s now choking you, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip as to gain access to your mouth. You allow him in as you guys wrestle with each other’s tongue trying to overtake one other. Gasping for air you’re the first to back away, seeing this Eren wants more. He wants to see you writhe under his touch. Cry for it, hell he wants to see you begging him to stop. He looks in your eyes for a split second before attacking your neck. He licks the side of your neck sucking on it before nibbling on it a bit. Letting out a quiet moan afraid to wake your family he looks at the door checking to see if anyone had heard.
“That’s the spot? huh?” He teases as he moves his tongue down your neck and sucks on your visible collar bone.
“mmm- yes ‘rennie fuck” you throw your head back as you play with his messy bun pushing his head into your chest covering your mouth with your hand.
“Wan’ fuck you so bad baby..” he whispers in your ear, he drags you to the middle of the bed so you’re on your back, he takes off your shirt kissing down your chest to your breasts. His mouth latches onto one brown bud before taking his index finger and thumb and rolling the other. By this point you’re getting loud from him doing that, you bite your lip looking over at the door. He lets go of the one in his mouth to squeeze them both together and suck them at the same time.
“Baby, oh my go- don’t stop- ugh” You can’t even finish your sentence, how pathetic. He notices this and takes initiative to stop sucking rubbing on your stomach, you teeth clamp down hard on your bottom lip.
“Play with your tits, you look so fucking good.” You look up at him still biting your bottom lip sure it’d bleed. You bring both of your hands up to your breasts and rolling them in your fingers moaning while mumbling incoherent things like “I’ll do anything to cum” or “please touch me”
He notices your needy mess and oh my god can he not take any more of your sweet noises. He pulls your panties down before bringing his thumb to your hole collecting any arousal that’s there and rubbing your clit in circles.
“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” He groans in your ear setting you off letting out a soft whimper before he stops.
“Wha- why did you-“
“If you want me to finger ,you have to be a good girl..be quiet fa’ me. I know you could do it.” He doesn’t even give you a second before he takes his middle finger and ring finger plunging it deep in your cunt biting his lip looking at your pretty pussy. You gasp clawing at his shoulders arching your back as you try to close your legs. He feels you close up before prying your legs open again and holding your thigh down with his free hand. Squirming underneath him he looks up at you as he pushes his fingers deeper in your pussy, pushing them in and out he could see you start to cream at the base of his fingers. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head as you let out a loud squeal before Eren takes the hand that was originally on your thigh and putting it on your mouth covering it as he fucks his fingers into you faster.
“Shhhh, I know baby…” He tilts his head as he looks at your fucked out expression smirking. He looks over at the door before adding his signature sentence to send you to the edge.
“You ‘gon cum fa’ me mama..?” He says lowly before biting his lip whispering a low fuck to himself feeling that you’re closing around him.
“Daddy- I’m about to-“ Before you could finish you release all over his hand and stomach before arching your back and grabbing the bed hard wrinkling the sheets, eyes rolled back to the abyss. Catching your breath you look at the ceiling before hearing Eren mumble a “Let’s get you cleaned up” . You pass out before he came back.
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It was 2 in the morning and you realized your boyfriend accidentally slept over. You lived in a strict household with your mother, father, and 2 younger brothers. Your dad wasn’t keen on even letting your boyfriend come over but after your mom smooth talked him he eventually let in, so having a boy sleep over was a death wish. sitting up in bed a little bit you look over at your significant other with a smile. How does he manage to look good in his sleep? You bring your warm hands to his cheek and rub your thumb against his soft delicate skin. He stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes looking up at you with his low eyes before giving you a small smile.
“You’re cute..” You say lowly as you look at his pursed soft lips, you hadn’t even noticed he leaned closer to your face.
“Oh really?” he groans before sitting up with you all while looking at you tilting his head. By this time you guys are just staring at each other in the dark, the only light is the moonshine through the window. Eren grabs the hand that was rubbing his face and holds it before flickering his eyes from your eyes down to your plump lips. In that moment you give in, bringing your face closer to his you give a gentle kiss to his lips. He grabs the back of your neck kissing you more as he turns his head to deepen the kiss. You grab his shirt collar before you moan into the kiss whimpering his name.
“‘Rennie-“ he takes his hand from the back of your neck and moves it to the front so he’s now choking you, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip as to gain access to your mouth. You allow him in as you guys wrestle with each other’s tongue trying to overtake one other. Gasping for air you’re the first to back away, seeing this Eren wants more. He wants to see you writhe under his touch. Cry for it, hell he wants to see you begging him to stop. He looks in your eyes for a split second before attacking your neck. He licks the side of your neck sucking on it before nibbling on it a bit. Letting out a quiet moan afraid to wake your family he looks at the door checking to see if anyone had heard.
“That’s the spot? huh?” He teases as he moves his tongue down your neck and sucks on your visible collar bone.
“mmm- yes ‘rennie fuck” you throw your head back as you play with his messy bun pushing his head into your chest covering your mouth with your hand.
“Wan’ fuck you so bad baby..” he whispers in your ear, he drags you to the middle of the bed so you’re on your back, he takes off your shirt kissing down your chest to your breasts. His mouth latches onto one brown bud before taking his index finger and thumb and rolling the other. By this point you’re getting loud from him doing that, you bite your lip looking over at the door. He lets go of the one in his mouth to squeeze them both together and suck them at the same time.
“Baby, oh my go- don’t stop- ugh” You can’t even finish your sentence, how pathetic. He notices this and takes initiative to stop sucking rubbing on your stomach, you teeth clamp down hard on your bottom lip.
“Play with your tits, you look so fucking good.” You look up at him still biting your bottom lip sure it’d bleed. You bring both of your hands up to your breasts and rolling them in your fingers moaning while mumbling incoherent things like “I’ll do anything to cum” or “please touch me”
He notices your needy mess and oh my god can he not take any more of your sweet noises. He pulls your panties down before bringing his thumb to your hole collecting any arousal that’s there and rubbing your clit in circles.
“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” He groans in your ear setting you off letting out a soft whimper before he stops.
“Wha- why did you-“
“If you want me to finger ,you have to be a good girl..be quiet fa’ me. I know you could do it.” He doesn’t even give you a second before he takes his middle finger and ring finger plunging it deep in your cunt biting his lip looking at your pretty pussy. You gasp clawing at his shoulders arching your back as you try to close your legs. He feels you close up before prying your legs open again and holding your thigh down with his free hand. Squirming underneath him he looks up at you as he pushes his fingers deeper in your pussy, pushing them in and out he could see you start to cream at the base of his fingers. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head as you let out a loud squeal before Eren takes the hand that was originally on your thigh and putting it on your mouth covering it as he fucks his fingers into you faster.
“Shhhh, I know baby…” He tilts his head as he looks at your fucked out expression smirking. He looks over at the door before adding his signature sentence to send you to the edge.
“You ‘gon cum fa’ me mama..?” He says lowly before biting his lip whispering a low fuck to himself feeling that you’re closing around him.
“Daddy- I’m about to-“ Before you could finish you release all over his hand and stomach before arching your back and grabbing the bed hard wrinkling the sheets, eyes rolled back to the abyss. Catching your breath you look at the ceiling before hearing Eren mumble a “Let’s get you cleaned up” . You pass out before he came back.
the Toji stinks accusations are really confusing me and my homegirls. yall think he was hopping from woman to woman—bed to bed smelling like gorilla ass on wheels? chalking up conversations with chapped lips and enough butter surrounding his gums to fill up a large popcorn at AMC? PLEASE. he’s an assassin for crying out loud, why would he leave a trail of stench behind?
It was 2 in the morning and you realized your boyfriend accidentally slept over. You lived in a strict household with your mother, father, and 2 younger brothers. Your dad wasn’t keen on even letting your boyfriend come over but after your mom smooth talked him he eventually let in, so having a boy sleep over was a death wish. sitting up in bed a little bit you look over at your significant other with a smile. How does he manage to look good in his sleep? You bring your warm hands to his cheek and rub your thumb against his soft delicate skin. He stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes looking up at you with his low eyes before giving you a small smile.
“You’re cute..” You say lowly as you look at his pursed soft lips, you hadn’t even noticed he leaned closer to your face.
“Oh really?” he groans before sitting up with you all while looking at you tilting his head. By this time you guys are just staring at each other in the dark, the only light is the moonshine through the window. Eren grabs the hand that was rubbing his face and holds it before flickering his eyes from your eyes down to your plump lips. In that moment you give in, bringing your face closer to his you give a gentle kiss to his lips. He grabs the back of your neck kissing you more as he turns his head to deepen the kiss. You grab his shirt collar before you moan into the kiss whimpering his name.
“‘Rennie-“ he takes his hand from the back of your neck and moves it to the front so he’s now choking you, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip as to gain access to your mouth. You allow him in as you guys wrestle with each other’s tongue trying to overtake one other. Gasping for air you’re the first to back away, seeing this Eren wants more. He wants to see you writhe under his touch. Cry for it, hell he wants to see you begging him to stop. He looks in your eyes for a split second before attacking your neck. He licks the side of your neck sucking on it before nibbling on it a bit. Letting out a quiet moan afraid to wake your family he looks at the door checking to see if anyone had heard.
“That’s the spot? huh?” He teases as he moves his tongue down your neck and sucks on your visible collar bone.
“mmm- yes ‘rennie fuck” you throw your head back as you play with his messy bun pushing his head into your chest covering your mouth with your hand.
“Wan’ fuck you so bad baby..” he whispers in your ear, he drags you to the middle of the bed so you’re on your back, he takes off your shirt kissing down your chest to your breasts. His mouth latches onto one brown bud before taking his index finger and thumb and rolling the other. By this point you’re getting loud from him doing that, you bite your lip looking over at the door. He lets go of the one in his mouth to squeeze them both together and suck them at the same time.
“Baby, oh my go- don’t stop- ugh” You can’t even finish your sentence, how pathetic. He notices this and takes initiative to stop sucking rubbing on your stomach, you teeth clamp down hard on your bottom lip.
“Play with your tits, you look so fucking good.” You look up at him still biting your bottom lip sure it’d bleed. You bring both of your hands up to your breasts and rolling them in your fingers moaning while mumbling incoherent things like “I’ll do anything to cum” or “please touch me”
He notices your needy mess and oh my god can he not take any more of your sweet noises. He pulls your panties down before bringing his thumb to your hole collecting any arousal that’s there and rubbing your clit in circles.
“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” He groans in your ear setting you off letting out a soft whimper before he stops.
“Wha- why did you-“
“If you want me to finger ,you have to be a good girl..be quiet fa’ me. I know you could do it.” He doesn’t even give you a second before he takes his middle finger and ring finger plunging it deep in your cunt biting his lip looking at your pretty pussy. You gasp clawing at his shoulders arching your back as you try to close your legs. He feels you close up before prying your legs open again and holding your thigh down with his free hand. Squirming underneath him he looks up at you as he pushes his fingers deeper in your pussy, pushing them in and out he could see you start to cream at the base of his fingers. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head as you let out a loud squeal before Eren takes the hand that was originally on your thigh and putting it on your mouth covering it as he fucks his fingers into you faster.
“Shhhh, I know baby…” He tilts his head as he looks at your fucked out expression smirking. He looks over at the door before adding his signature sentence to send you to the edge.
“You ‘gon cum fa’ me mama..?” He says lowly before biting his lip whispering a low fuck to himself feeling that you’re closing around him.
“Daddy- I’m about to-“ Before you could finish you release all over his hand and stomach before arching your back and grabbing the bed hard wrinkling the sheets, eyes rolled back to the abyss. Catching your breath you look at the ceiling before hearing Eren mumble a “Let’s get you cleaned up” . You pass out before he came back.
“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”
“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.
it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.
he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.
both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.
you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.
“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.
"y-you want me to what?" satoru gulped loudly. "bathe me. here," he watched closely as you grabbed the shower head, handing it to him innocently before laying your naked form in the bathtub. satoru gripped the shower head tightly, examining your body and, shit, he was already getting hard.
you smiled before closing your eyes, muttering a soft, "go on." and as soon as you do, you hear satoru's hand rushing to the faucet, turning the water on. "hold on." he told you, playing around with it to find the perfect temperature for you. when the water was warm enough, he slowly dragged the shower head towards your feet, before moving it up, and up, and up, until he found himself pouring water right onto your chest.
upon that, he found himself staring. the water was perfectly distributed on your chest, streams dripping right around the two globes that interested him the most. he wanted to see them wet, and took the liberty of grabbing one of them and putting them right underneath the shower head.
at the relaxing sensation, you let out a low moan, knowing that would get him going. and you were absolutely right, because as soon as you did, satoru tensed up and his dick twitched in interest—but he kept his composure. his hand, however, did not move an inch.
a few seconds went by in complete silence before you opened your mouth again. "massage them." satoru's eyes widen, pupils migrating towards your face. "seriously?" he swallowed his saliva once more as you nodded, and he did just that. his fingers moved one after the other on your boob, massaging with expertise, making you release low moans after low moans.
suddenly, a light bulb popped up inside his head as he got an idea that he would qualify as wonderful. he moved the shower head away, making you open your eyes in confusion. he changed the temperature a little to make it more lukewarm, and made the stream a bit stronger.
"spread your legs," he ordered, and the tone that he used made you oblige almost immediately. "read somewhere that this felt nice." he placed the shower head a little above your pussy, making the water flow directly onto your clit with a somewhat powerful force, making you gasp and arch in surprise.
"feels good, yeah?" he rubbed your right nipple while going back and forth with the shower head as you called his name over and over again, begging for more.
"I wanna see if I can make you cum like this," his eyes bored into yours, previously focusing on your cunt. "let's test it, yeah?"
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i’m sorry i keep sending request, but here is another one;
thigh fucking Eren while you’re sitting on his lap and a blanket is over the both of you, people around, and trying not to make it visible your fucking his dick with your thighs
THANKS TODO
HOT. your mind 🤝 my mind.
includes : partial smut - ish, thigh riding
“shh,” he whispers, moving your hair off of your shoulder, hand adjusting the blanket to cover you bet better.
you were trying to contain your moans; it all started when he started bouncing his though out of habit.
“why do i feel your heartbeat down there, baby?” he questions, quiet enough so that your friends were oblivious, intrigued by the movie, all of you sprawled out in Connie’s basement; you and your boyfriend on the comfortable couch, covered in a plush blanket.
“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about, eren.” you whisper, playfully squeezing his arm, “stop bouncing.” you continue.
“you don’t like it?”
he continues, your back pressed against his chest, legs lazily over his own, his arms wrapped around you, “i do, but-”
“then let me, stay still.”
his hands grinding you onto his thigh, moving you back and fourth, hidden by the blanket. still bouncing his thigh, sending vibrations right into your cunt, “eren.”
“be quiet,” he whispers in your ear, “i want you, baby.”
eren has a track record of wanting to push the limits as far as he can possibly go. from fucking you in the restaurant bathroom to seeing how many neighbors can hear you scream.
our two hour escapade was rudely interrupted with two cops knocking on the door that night...
here he is, grinding you against his thigh, your body tensing is as his muscular leg is carrying you right to an orgasm.
with armin and mikasa right in the loveseat beside you, connie laying in the giant beanbag and jean on a blow up mattress on the floor inches away from the tv, no one noticed, not to mention it didn’t look anything out of the ordinary.
eren grabs you again, pushing himself to the back of the couch, keeping you close to his chest as his hand slips down into your leggings. your legs tangling around his, biting onto your tongue to keep you quiet as your boyfriend is slipping his two fingers up and down your folds, picking up your juices from your cunt and dragging his fingers up towards your clit.
slow circles around your nub, your hand gripping his wrist, holding onto him while his fingers get soaked.
you try to keep quiet, you try to keep from arching your back, he keeps a a strong enough hold on you. the right grip warning you to keep silent, “cum on my fingers.” he mumbles into your ear, mouth pressed against your outer lobe, tickling you.
“you’re being so good, such a quiet girl,” he praises, “just wait til we get home, gonna fuck you so good, you want that, pretty girl?” you nod, body convulsing and twitching slightly as you release all over his fingers.
“hm,” he hums, “again.” he says, you try to look at him, trying to catch your breathe silently.
he doesn’t give you much time before he’s moving his fingers back around your clit, quick strokes back and fourth, thighs trying to clamp around his hand.
this time was quicker, he wastes no time to get you juicing all over his fingers again, he scoops your cum up with his index and middle finger, taking his hand out, “open for me, please?”
sliding down your tongue, hitting the back of your throat, lips wrapping around them, sucking and swallowing your cum, “taste good?” he hums, you nod, his fingers sitting in your throat momentarily before sliding out, string of saliva following.
you were more shocked than anything, ‘how were you able to get away with that?’ you asked yourself, “god- you’re so fucking good.”
