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He was all you seemed to care about. All you thought about when you got ready in the morning, put on his favourite shade of lipstick. All you thought about when you managed to sneak glances at him, all you thought about when you got home, fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

He took up all the space in your brain, and he knew it too.

Which is why he loved keeping you around, which is why he constantly pushed the boundaries with you.

He wanted to see just how obsessed you’d become, what lengths you’d go to keep him pleased.

Sure it was a little messed up taking advantage of a pretty little thing like you, but how could he not? When you followed him around like a needy little puppy, wearing his favourite things and basically begging to be used?

So that's how the two of you ended up here, on the train.

Kuroo usually never had to take the train, he had drivers at his beck and call. But since his pretty little secretary had to take it, sometimes he just couldn’t help himself.

He always loved seeing the way you’d light up when he met you at the station. When he snaked his hand over your hip and whispered a soft “good morning.”

It was still early, but the morning rush was in full effect. People filled the tram in their business attire, some chugging coffees like their life depended on it, others lost on their cellphones. The two of you found a comfy spot in the back. Kuroo held the pole above both of your heads, while you leaned against the wall before him.

Even when he wasn’t looking at you, your eyes were always on him. Scanning the buttons of his crisp white button-up, watching the way his arm muscles would ripple under the fabric when the train took an odd turn. Finally, when he brought that cat-like gaze down to meet yours you could have sighed.

“You’re staring.” He didn’t hold back the tease in his tone, he never did anymore.

“Sorry…” You murmured, but still didn’t take your gaze away from him, not when he was smirking at you like that, not when the small pool of arousal began to sit in the crotch of your panties.

It was sad really, all it took was his gaze.

And Kuroo knew that. He didn’t even need to see the crotch of your panties to know they were currently soaked. Amber eyes lifted from yours only to take a look around the train over his shoulder.

Yea the cart may have been filled, but no one was paying attention to the two of them. Of course they weren’t, everyone was either zoned out or thinking of work.

And since you were just so eager, it seemed like a good time to indulge you.

Keeping his hand on the pole above him his other hand landed on your hip. It seemed innocent enough, large palm rubbing soft circles into your side. You snapped out of the little happy trance of yours when his long fingers travelled up, fingers brushing over each one of the buttons on your blouse.

And undoing them.

“K-Kuroo-San…” you muttered. Frozen. You never said no to him, why would you? But you were on a public train right now, surrounded by a bunch of people.

His facial expression never changed, the same old smirk on his face, brows raised and a little hum leaving his lips when his warm palm slipped into your blouse. He squeezed your clothed breast, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Kuroo-San” you repeated, this time a little more desperate.

“What, Kitten?”

“I—We’re on..”

“On the train? Yes smart Kitty, we are.” He was so condescending, long fingers slipping under your bra to tweak at your perk nipple.

You would have squeaked if you were in his office, but instead, you just bit the inside of your cheek, hard, back pressing into the wall of the train.

“S-So maybe we shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?” He murmured, brows rose in amusement. His other hand finally left the pole to rest on your hip. It slid low, just low enough that the tips of his long fingers slipped under the skirt you wore, brushed along your inner thighs.

Along with him pinching your nipple, you were having a hard time keeping still. Not trusting your own mouth you just clenched your thighs around his fingertip in hopes that he’d slow down—

You gasped from the sudden smack that landed over your clothed cunt. Your eyes quickly darted around the cart, in hopes that no one had heard or seen—

But Kuroo was quick to grab your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. Despite the playfulness that still shone in his eyes, there was a sternness there that made you want to sink into the wall.

“Eyes on me, Kitty. Are you really trying to stop me from touching what’s mine?”

“Kuroo-San w-we’re”

“W-We’re on a train. Yes. I fucking know. I want to have my way with you, now. So, gimme your panties.”

You could feel it, the way you squirmed in place, the way heat flared all over your face, travelling down your chest. The way that your fingers trembled when they slowly reached up under your pencil skirts, tugging down at your panties.

Which were completely soaked, they actually left a shiny trail down your thigh.

There was no way people didn’t notice now, not when you bent a bit to scoop the material from off your ankles, fingers still trembling as you dropped the damp fabric into his palm. How could they not when he sniffed them so obnoxiously?

He didn’t say another word when he turned you over, pressed your cheek into the train wall. You should have said no again, should have at least cleaned the surface from god knows what could be on the public walls.

But you couldn’t seem to form any words or coherent thought for that matter. Not when he pulled your hips back, arching your back just enough so the bulge in his slacks could rub up against your pussy. Not when he slowly stuffed your soiled panties between your lips, whispering close to your ear.

“Stay quiet Kitten. Daddy needs to use you right here, right now. Be my good girl and take it, yea?”

You could only nod, muffling a weak ‘yes Daddy’ as your own arousal saturated your tongue. Kuroo wasted no time in pulling out his cock, sliding into you from behind with ease considering just how wet you were.

And it was thrilling, so very thrilling as he felt your walls tighten around his cock, as people shuffled by and scooted around the train just right behind them. Some people must have known, they must know that he’s currently balls deep in your perfect cunts, velvet walls already threatening to milk him for everything he’s worth.

And he couldn’t care less. If anything, he wanted them to see.

Wanted them to see just how lucky he was to have the perfect little toy, who let him fuck her anywhere. Like right here on the train.

His thrusts were quick and short, his hips humping into your ass and making the smallest of clapping sounds. His hands were firmly pressing you into the wall, keeping you still as drool bubbled from your lips, right past the pantie gag. He knew it wouldn’t take him long at all, not in a place like this, not when your cunt kept fluttering, dribbling around his cock and begging to be filled full of cum

He was so lucky to have a precious kitten who only thought with her cunt.

“Gunna fill this kitty cunt up, right here on the train, you want that, don’t you baby?”

His teeth were grazing your ear, making your eyes flutter and your head nod desperately. The angle he was at allowed for his tip to tap up against your sweet spot with every jerk, making your legs feel weak. Had it not been for the wall, or the bruising grip he had on your waist, you probably would have tumbled over by now.

“My good girl, get ready. Once daddy fucks you full, you’re gonna put those panties back on and stay full with me all day.”

Your cunt clenched around him again. There was nothing better, going into work already stuffed with Kuroo. You knew his arousal would probably find its way down your thigh while at the office.

But honestly, you didn’t care, everyone should know anyway that you're his.

His thrusts were a little harder as he came, a muffled grunt slipping from his lips despite the way he bit down on his lower lip. The feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up made you mewl, body relaxing into the wall. This was always the best part. When his thrusts became a little messy as he fucked his seed deep into your pussy.

You just wanted to be filled with him always.

“Good fucking girl.” He murmured, spreading your cheeks apart as he pulled himself free. You must had cum right along with him, too fucked dumb to even realize your own pleasure. His cock was coated, a sheen of slick outlining his veins.

“My stupid little kitty, didn’t even know you were creaming on my cock did you?”

You couldn’t respond, breath coming out short and shaky from your nose. How could you focus on your own high anyway when his cum took up every space in your brain?

One of Kuroo’s hands shuffled through his briefcase to find a pack of tissues. He was quick to wipe off his cock, tucking it back into his slacks with ease. He used the tissue to block your stretched hole, giving your hip an expectant squeeze.

“C’mon dumb little baby, put those panties back on. You can’t lose a single drop, or else you won’t be able to think straight.”

And he was right, functioning without him inside you seemed harder and harder these days.

You pulled your panties out of your mouth, and despite the material being heavy with drool and cum you still slid them up your legs. The crotch felt cold against your pussy, which was still so sensitive post-orgasm. It made goosebumps rise along your flesh.

Kuroo gave your pussy a couple of pats before pulling your skirt back down to its proper placement. Despite the tremble in your fingers you still managed to do up your blouse as well.

When he turned you back around he sighed at the fucked out look in your eyes, the way your lips still hung slightly open. He gave you a kiss, one much too intimate for the train.

But so was what you just did, moments before.

“You look a little dishevelled baby. You should probably freshen up before we head into the office, yea?”

"Here we are, madam," Armin spoke, his eyes met yours from the rearview mirror. It was obvious that he was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from your beautifully exposed chest and perky nipples showing through the dress. "Mr. Smith is waiting for you inside."

You thanked him and carefully got out of the car not letting your dress go even higher. As you entered the hotel where the party was being hosted, your eyes found your pretty CEO. Surrounded by his close friends Miche and Levi, he was laughing. He was wearing his brand new black Hermes set with a gold detailed Versace tie. Then he saw you, his whole expression changed. The bright, playful eyes turned into loving ones.

"My sunshine," he greeted you with open arms, calling you in. "She is finally here!"

You walked towards him. "Traffic hold me hostage!"

A little laugh escaped his lips as he hugged you. But his words were far far away from his laugh. "Why the fuck are you wearing that?"

You hugged him, hiding your surprised and sad face in his neck. "I-I thought you'd enjoy it..."

He let you go, fixed your hair a bit. Cupping your cheeks, he said: "We'll talk about it when we go home, okay? Now let's enjoy our party." And, uh, what a bastard he is, to put the smile back into your face, he added. "You're looking like a swan."

And the rest of the night was almost perfect. Erwin introduced you as "My cup of sunshine!" to his friends, co-workers, business partners. He complimented you, let others compliment you and he even let Miche steal you for the dance and touch your bareback with his enormous hands. He let Zeke kiss your hand which was decorated by the ring Erwin gave. Everything went smoothly.

And yet, here you were, in front of him. Couldn't even look at his face because of the humiliation and mockery he possessed in his eyes.

"Tell me, princess. Why did you wear that?" he asked, emphasizing the word 'that'.

"I'm sorry-"

Your head went to your right with the impact. Your left cheek was burning and you were in shock. Did he slap you?

"I'm not asking for your apology. I'm asking for the reason."

You lifted your head, eyes filled with fear. "I-"

Another slap. This one hurt more than the other. "Stop this fucking nonsense and answer me." His voice was calm, steady. It contained no anger or fury.

"I thought..." A tear left your eye, you wiped it with the back of your hand. "I thought y-you'd like it."

Another slap. "Did you get the note I sent with the dress? I remember putting it into the box myself. I even attached it to the dress with an anklet. Remember?"

"Yes."

Another slap, you fell onto the ground. "What did it say?"

A sob left your lips. "I-I don't..."

"You don't what, princess?" He kneeled down. He grabbed your chin, lifting it up and looking directly into your teary eyes. "Tell me."

" I don't remember!" You screamed it out. Humiliation now took over your body, making you ache in pain. It was also creating a pool between your legs. "I don't remember, Erwin! I'm so-"

Another slap. "You don't get to say my name tonight." He took his jacket off, then his tie, he threw both across the room. He talked as he rolled his sleeves up. “You don’t deserve to say my name with that whore mouth.”

He yanked your hair making you scream in pain, he slammed you into the wall. The photos fell down, shattered. His rough hands ripped the dress’ straps, making it fall onto the floor, pooling around your feet. “I bought this for my eyes. My pleasure.” He slapped your right breast harshly. “You are mine.” He pinched your cheeks together, making you open your mouth. “That’s what I wrote, stupid whore.” He spitted onto your tongue, it tasted like whiskey and cigar. Then he covered your mouth and your nose, not letting you breathe. “Swallow.”

You did as he said. How couldn’t you?

“Open your mouth, tongue out.” He let go of your mouth, wanted to see your mouth empty. You inhaled in relief, brain too hazy to understand anything. He slapped you again. “Open your fucking mouth.”

“Erwin!” You screamed with pain again.

He laughed and let your hair go, you fell down with the sudden movement. “Your stupid brain can’t understand a word I say, right?” He grabbed you by the neck, lifting your fragile body up. “What are you good for? Oh, right! Being a whore, now I remember.”

You grabbed his forearm, nails digging into his skin. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything. You tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. The worst part wasn’t him being harsh with you. It was him being calm as usual, never shouting, never talking with clenched teeth. Even his damn expression was calm. His damn eyebrows weren’t furrowed. That scared you.

“Stop,” he said, pushing your hands away with a harsh move. You made his arms bleed a little. He looked at you unimpressed. “You never understand, do you?”

He took you to your shared bedroom, threw you onto the bed. You tried to get away, silly you, where could you go. Your makeup was a mess, mascara running down onto your cheeks as your tears left your eyes, painting your face black. Crying loudly, you screamed once more. “Please! Please don’t!” You tried to stop him. “Daddy please!”

He choked you, again, harsher this time. You held onto his arms, wishing he would let you breathe just once. Slammed your weak body into the mattress, he ripped your panties. “You’re begging me not to do anything, yet you’re soaking like a fucking slut.” Without warning, he pushed his thick middle and ring finger inside you. “See? You take my fingers like a slut too!” Amusement coated his tone. “You either want my fingers or my dick. You just want to be my pocket pussy, right, slut?” He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, wet noises filled the room. “Stupid whore.”

Your eyes rolled back. Everything was too much. Too much pleasure, too much pain, too little air. Your brain was shutting down slowly, you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to beg him to fuck you with his huge cock. Wanted him to take you then and there, without preparation. Yet, the only thing you could do was to moan, like a stupid whore. His voice echoed in your brain. You got closer, his fingers curled inside you, finding that pretty spot. It was too much?

“You’re cumming already?” He mocked, his pace quickened. “You won’t. Hold it.”

Your fingernails once again found the little cuts they made previously, digging even harder as the pleasure built up. You were losing consciousness due to the lack of oxygen in your body. You couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold your orgasm, couldn’t stop him.

Erwin felt your orgasm before you. He pulled his hands away from you. “Open your legs. Ruin it. Don’t cum.”

You couldn’t.

The pleasure hit you, hit your body like a truck. With the sudden feeling of air coming into your lungs, your legs started trembling. Your whole body clenched, shaking like your vibrator Erwin bought you for your birthday. Your eyes snapped open and you felt something coming out of your cunt, wetting your legs, the bed and Erwin in front of you. You squirted.

“Fuck…” You heard Erwin cursing under his breath. His pants were soaking wet.

“D-Daddy...” You reached out for him, eyes barely functioning after the intense orgasm. “I-I’m sorry, I co-uldn’t hold it… I couldn't ruin it!”

He tsked. “Princess, what have you done?”

Your eyes filled with tears once again. You were slowly regaining your ability to think. “Daddy... I’m sorry…”

He sat next to you, pushed the hair from your face. “Shh, don’t talk…” He cupped your cheeks. “Maybe I was a bit too harsh for you.” He leaned down to kiss your puffy lips. “But you still need to be punished baby.”

Before you could protest, he spanked your clit.

“You were being a whore today.” Spank. “And you were also being a bad girl.” Spank. “You didn’t listen to me.” Spank. “But now,” Spank. “You’ll be cumming from this.”

You did. You didn’t know you could. But you did. And he didn’t stop.

“Daddy! S-Stop! I’ve come already” You tried to close your legs, the pleasure was turning into pain with each slap. “Can’t take it! Daddy I’m cumming!”

“Yes, babygirl,” He whispered. His eyes were locked into your, his pupils had expanded. “You’re cumming again. And you’ll be cumming again. And again. Until I’m done with you.”

“Daddy!”

His spanks became even faster and harder, hitting that sensitive bud throbbing in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When you opened your mouth to moan, he spitted onto your tongue once again. “Don’t swallow. Stick your tongue out, slut,” he said as his other hand caressed your hair. “Let yourself drool like a stupid whore.” His words, his actions… Everything was so complicated. Making you feel even more stupid.

After cumming another four times you were a drooling, dripping mess. You were lost your sight. Everything was spinning, the ceiling, Erwin in front of you, and you. Your breaths were unsteady, you couldn’t even hear your heartbeat because of its speed.

Erwin patted your cheek. “Don’t faint on me now, bitch.”

“D-Daddy…”

He smiled. “Shh, princess. I know.” His hands came down on your face to wipe your tears away. “I’m proud of you.” He kissed your forehead. “Now, I’m going to eat you out, ‘kay? I wanna taste my pretty pocket pussy.”

You squinted your eyes to see him. Your eyes filled with tears once again. Your makeup was already ruined and smudged into the sheets. “Please daddy! I can’t take-”

“Shut up, baby.” He stood up, got between your legs and pulled you towards his face. Erwin loved your pussy so much, he could live in there forever. He inhaled the heavenly scent and licked your slit, drinking everything you offered. “It’s my pussy and I chose to do whatever I want.”

You tried to push him, kick him away. Nothing worked. Erwin Smith, ate your pussy like it was his last day on earth. He ate your cum, drank your juices, sucked on your clit and fucked you with his tongue. His face was sweaty, his perfect hair stuck onto his forehead. His naked chin was now coated with your nectar. He made you cum again, leaving you breathless, sucking your soul out of your body. He made you cum, made you squirt onto his face. He was pussy drunk, couldn’t let you go. Couldn’t stop sucking your clit. He loved the way your legs trembled after each orgasm. He loved the way you screamed “Daddy!” first and when he didn’t stop you screamed “Erwin!”. He loved the way you babble nonsense trying to apologize from him. Stupid slut, he thought. And ate you out until your whole body went numb.

When he was finally done, both of you were panting. You were barely awake, holding onto nothing but trying your best not to lose consciousness. Erwin was tired, tired from eating you out, fingering you and taking your soul away from you. He got up, laid right next to you. He adored this sight; you, completely fucked up and ruined. He did this without putting his cock in you. He was proud.

“Are you with me princess?” He whispered into the night. He was being cautious.

You nodded weakly.

“Good girl,” he said. Kissed your forehead slowly he cupped your cheeks. “Can you give me a color baby?” You were using a color system alongside your safeword. It was for your safety.

“Y-Yellow…” Your voice was hoarse after all the screaming.

He furrowed his brows. He was too harsh on you. “I’m sorry, kitten.” He carefully flipped you onto your side, hugging your back tightly, he kissed your shoulder. “I was too harsh on you. I’m so sorry baby.”

A sob escaped your lips. “But you didn’t cum…”

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You’ve done so well. I got pleasure from your pleasure. I'm not important. You are. Your pleasure is. You did so well. So well baby. That’s what is important. I got you now, okay? I’ll never let you go. You’re my everything. I got you. I’ll never leave you.”

You stayed there, tangled together for a long time. Erwin kissed your shoulders, back and hair, his calloused hands caressed your arms. When the extreme pleasure made you clench again, he hugged you tighter, whispering. “Calm down, baby. I got you.” He made sure you were fully okay after your intense session.

“D-Daddy?”

His heart shattered into thousand pieces after hearing that tone in your voice. “You can say my name baby, it’s over now.”

“Erwin,” you said almost hesitantly. “C-Can I go to the bathroom? I need to pee.”

His eyes snapped open. Right, you had to. “Yes baby, let me take you there.” He took you into his arms bridal style. “And we’ll take a bath, I really want to try that lavender bath bomb you bought. Is that okay baby?”

You snuggled into his shirt, it was still wet after your countless orgasms.

After you were done with everything, you were in your marble bathtub with Erwin. A purple color was prominent in the water, making you feel safe. You leaned into his chest filled with little patches of thin gold hair even more. He was your home.

“Erwin?” you asked, melting into his touches.

“Yes, princess?”

“How many times did I cum?” You asked, lifted your head to look at him. You loved that expression. You could see surprise, confusion, calculation and answer in seconds.

“Thirty..” he furrowed his thick brows, he was counting. “Thirty-nine.” Then he realized what he said. His eyes opened up with amazement. “Oh.”

“Yeah..” you said, a chuckle left your chest.

“We broke our record!”

Akiteru gulped. He was in pain, so much pain. Seeing you like that, head pushed in a pillow, eyes reflecting no other emotions than lust and pleasure, drool rolling down your chin as your back was beautifully arched… You were moaning, again and again, mumbling sweet nonsense, unable to form a coherent sentence anymore.

He could see sweat pearls on your skin. He could see her tight grip on your body, leaving red marks on your hips. He could see how you squirmed under each of her thrusts. He could see her body pressed against your back. And it made him go crazy to be there, sitting next to the bed, hand on his knees. He couldn’t be mad at anyone but him.

-S-saeko I- you cried out

-Shhh… It’s okay sweet baby, I know you are going to cum again soon~

Was it already the 3rd one? He didn’t know. He stopped to count. He couldn't focus anymore. Or rather he couldn't focus on anything else than his aching cock leaking precum all over his lower stomach, rolling down to his thighs. Oh, how he wanted to finally be able to cum, how he wanted to bury his cock inside you to fill you up. How he wanted Saeko to make him cum as well… or at least allow him to…

-You’re so beautiful baby, keep going, show Aki how it is to be a good sub. Show how wonderful it is to be fucked by your girlfriend. she said, lifting up one of your leg, allowing him to finally see your cunt dripping in your own juice.

A small moan left his lips, his hips bucking in the air, desperate for some attention. He could see the way you were clenching on her strap and he wanted nothing more but to feel how much you would clench around him.

He felt like it was an eternity since he was last able to do so. To pound into your hot core, to make you moan his name. He wanted to do that so bad… 

The blond woman looked at him, smirking.

-If you wouldn’t have brat you would have been able to… she stopped in her sentence, feeling her own body tensing up, her own orgasm striking, y-you would have been able to fuck her too… she said panting, as a loud moan left your mouth

Her hands were all over your body, caressing it as a reward for taking her strap so well, peppering kisses on the bruises and hickeys she left during the heat of the act. 

-You’ve been such a good girl… Took me so well… Being so obedient.

She looked straight into Akiteru’s eyes while saying the last word. Yes, the reason why he got punished, left untouched, was because he acted like an awful brat last night and pissed off Saeko. And if there is one thing that pisses off Saeko, it’s brats that don’t know when to stop and submit. 

-Baby, do you think you could take a bit more? she asked you, helping you to sit at the edge of the bed

You nodded, not really understanding what she meant by “a bit more” still tasting the aftermath of your several orgasms.

Saeko didn’t say a word to Aki. She just pointed at him, then where you were and he understood what she just ordered him to do while she took her strap off. Immediately, he moved to sit on the ground, between your legs, spreading them softly. They were so beautiful like that… Covered by Saeko’s hickeys... His face got closer and closer until he could perfectly smell the intoxicating smell of your cunt. He was so addicted to it. There wasn’t one night where he didn’t get down between your legs. He left small kisses in your inner thighs, cleaning up your thighs from your own juice. 

Saeko sat behind him, looking carefully at what he was doing, telling him whenever he missed a spot as her own hands started to caress Akiteru’s thighs. The head of his cock was painfully red, throbbing as he finally felt her touch on him.

She might have hard punishment but she also knew when to reward her babies when they act so well.

-Be careful, her clit is very sensitive… 

Curious, he started to suck on it, only to immediately feel your thighs shaking because of the overstimulation. An amused smile took place on his face, only to be replaced by an expression of pleasure, feeling Saeko’s expert hands starting to play with his balls. 

He did his best to control his moan, preferring to focus on pleasuring you, but she knew all his weak points… She knew where to touch, she knew where to make her fingers linger, but more importantly, she knew how to keep him to the edge, not letting him the pleasure to leak anything but precum. 

His moans became harder and harder to refrain. Tears started to appear at the corner of his eyes because of the constant orgasm denial, even if he deeply wanted to cum, she didn’t let him do.

The vibration provoked by his moan against your core was enough to send your overstimulated body over the edge again, your hands gripping Akiteru’s hair to push him away, your whole body shaking again. 

Another moan left his lips at the loss of your cunt against his mouth. Or was it because you pulled on his hair? Or was it because of Saeko quietly sucking on his neck? He didn’t know… The only thing he knew was he desperately needed to cum.

-Good boy… Finally behaving well… See, it wasn’t that hard…

Another whine left his lips, throwing his head back under the unbearable torture. He could feel it, how near the edge again, and how she would deny him his orgasm once again.

-And you know what, good boys deserve to cum, she whispered in his ear