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Your knees hurt as they rest on loose pavement, weeds that spark up and curl around your calves, tickling at your bare skin. Your hands dance upwards his thighs, gripping them through the fabric.

“Shouta,” you whisper out.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts at you, petting the top of your head. “That’s not what I told you to call me, now is it?” You shake your head. “Exactly. So do as you're told.”

“We’ll be late for the reservation,” you mutter, the tips of your fingers moving across his bare skin, the hair on his legs standing on end as you do so. “I had saved my appetite, you know?” You blow a cool breath against him and his leg jerks in attention.

“We won’t be late if you hurry up,” he whispers, a hand patting you on the head. “Just a quick one, I promise. And then I’ll take care of you later.”

His hand leaves you and you nod. Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips and you take in a short breath. “Eraserhead, we could get caught.” You turn your head to the open area, the glow from the streetlamps and shops’ signs creep toward the edge where you two lay hidden from the rest of the city’s view. “There are consequences-”

“You’re going to talk to me about consequences?” His voice is stern and it sends heat pooling in your lower belly. “I distinctly remember us being in class earlier and when I told you to quit your little thigh riding sesion-”

“It was after school,” you whisper loudly, cheeks aflame. “No one-”

“You rode my thigh and then slid your pretty, tight hole down my cock and proceeded to orgasm on me while you bite my neck. You’re lucky I was able to cover it up. But you hadn’t thought about the consequences during that did you? About how someone could walk in and see your arousal seeping onto my thigh and your lewd facial expressions while spasmed around me? Hm? Did you care about the consequences then?” You sit whimpering with hands gripping his thighs. “Answer me.”

You shake your head. “No sir,” you say softly, “I didn’t care.”

“Did I get to fill you up?”

You bow your head in embarrassment, mouth inching towards a flustered smile while your hand squeeze his thighs. “No sir. I was greedy and cared about my own pleasure.” Your fingertips press into his bare thighs and you can feel the muscle behind them. “Eraserhead, I apologize.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, kitten.” His hand cups your face and you lean into it, eyes fluttering shut and his erections beads with pre-ejaculate. “You know what to do.” His hand leaves your face and slides until it knits in your hair. It leaves you looking ruffled until he smooths it over and his erections bobs, urging you to come closer.

You give a quick look to the side and back towards him where he watches you with patient eyes, strands of your hair twirled around his digits. You give him a nod and your lips wrap around his head, your tongue swirling around the silt, a salty taste filling your mouth. You suckle on his tip, pulling forth pre-ejaculate on the flat of your tongue, sliding down in warm shoots down your throat. You pinch your thighs together, the friction sending a soft tingle around your body.

Your hands slide up his thighs and a palm wraps around his package, kneading him in your palm, running your thumb over the bottom and your mouth moves deeper, swallowing half of him, his cock already hitting the back of your throat, spittle forming and pooling over, dribbling past your chin in soft trickles and coating him in your drool. Your hand fumbles around him, tugging softly on him, hearing a groan emit from him. His head knots into your hair, steady, harsh breathing filling the air.

You pull away with a soft sucking noise and a strand of spit connects you to him. “Earserhead, we could get caught,” you speak softly against him, cool air blowing on his tip. “Both of our reputations could get ruined, you know.” Your other hand wraps around his base and the finger pads rub against his veins.

“Then you better hurry up,” his hand fisted in your hair guides back on his cock, the slit of it rubbing and trailing a mix of spit and arousal across your lips. “Let me fuck that sweet mouth.”

His cock pushes past your lips and your teeth graze along it. He hisses at the feeling and grips your hair harder. You mumble an apology around his shaft, words muffled and sending hums around him, heavy and twitching as you speak; light and feathery as they move through him. Your hand begins to pump him, the base of your fist hitting your lips softly while the other holds him firmly, fingers often massaging into him.

Your tongue is flat against him, the rest of what won’t fit inside, pumps him. You pull your hand away from him, inching him further into your mouth, each inch that goes further makes a soft gagging feeling vibrate from your throat and around him. His hand slips from the top of your head to the back of your head, encouraging you to go farther, to take him deeper in your throat. He hits the back of your throat, wet choking noises sounding out, your nose hitting the base of his cock, you breathe harshly through your nose, hand sliding away from his package and going under your shirt, tweaking at a pert nipple as a distraction. Tears spring to your eyes as he takes control, guiding you softly at first, moving you at a gentle pace, only to quicken, pressing you deep against him, the grip on your hair tightening with every thrust and soon you’re held in place, his package slapping against your chin as spit dribbles past. You gag around him, the rising threat of acid shooting up with every harsh thrust. Your eyes pool over, tears catching on your lashes and spilling down, the saltiness catching on your lips.

He moves quick, his breathing harsh and uneven, desperately trying to keep his moans in check. “Fuck,” he hisses out through clenched teeth. “Such a good little cockslut.” He buries his cock in your throat. “Letting me fuck your mouth out in the open.” You can hear the smile in his voice and it makes you moan around him through the tears. “So shameful.” He holds you against him, your nose pressed against the base of him, hair in a tight grip while your hand pinches roughly at your abused teat and at his bare thigh. “Such a pretty little whore that’s going to swallow all of my seed.” You can make out the steps of people and your eyes narrow, darting to the side. “Letting some older man fuck your mouth. A real slut.” You look back up at him and when he hits the back of your throat, you shut your eye tightly and force your mouth to widen past its limits, your jaw starting to ache. “This is what you wanted isn’t it? To be fucked by some pervert? Isn’t that why you came into school and rubbed yourself on me? Humped me like a bitch in heat?”

“Earserhead,” you mumble, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swishing past and rubbing along the underside of his cock.

“Such a pretty little cockwarmer. Next time you ride my dick, eh? You bounce your cute little hole on me and let me fill you up. You want to act like a little brat? Then you’ll get punished like one.” He holds you close, muscles tightening under your grasp as he whispers out your name, slurred and harsh, and slowly, he unravels. Thick seed shoots down your throat, pooling into your belly. His legs shake, as he shoots his load, and slowly, he loosens his hold on you.

Spittle bubbles over, sliding down your chin mixed with a white flurry, dripping onto and staining your shirt. You pull away with a gasp, coughing out and white splotches seep into the ground. You breathe through your nose, a hand covering your lower face, and he softens as you calm your breathing, a rasping wheeze passing through your lips with every breath you take.

“Sho-”

“You okay?” You look up at him and nod. “Good.” he extends a hand out to you and you take it. “Get up and turn around.” He gives you a sharp grin at the look on your face. “I’m not done yet.”

You blink at him and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you against him and you take a shuddering breath. “Sho- Eraserhead?” You whimper when you feel his hands come to unbuckle your jeans. The chill air nips at your bare thighs and you feel him harden against you, your delicates slipping past and exposing your intimates. “We could get caught.”

“I’ll handle it.” His stubble tickles at your neck and you let out a breathless moan, biting your lips almost immediately. “Sh, keep quiet, okay kitten?” You nod. “What a good little pet,” he coos. He presses against your tight hole, slipping past your entrance and you whine, clenching around him, your walls gummy and slicking around him. “You’re doing so good,” he encourages, pressing a kiss against the corner of your lips. “I wish you could see how pretty you look around me.”

“Earserhead-”

“You can say Shouta now,” he mumbles hotly against your skin. “You earned that right.” His hands grip your hips, nails pressing into your skin, wet kisses placed on the curve of your neck, hot breaths fanning across your neck. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

“It’s tight,” you whine, lowering your head, eyes shut tight, as heat pools in your body, your lower half tensing, your hands coming to rest above his. He holds you close to him, hands roaming around your body, slipping under your shirt and rubbing his fingertips across your raw pert buds. His hands cup around your chest, and he kisses your neck feverishly, tongue swiping out and licking at a stripe under your earlobe, blowing cool air on it sending a shiver through your back making you arch. The knot in your stomach tugs tightly and you bite your bottom lip to muffle a moan. “Shouta,” you hiss out, “I’m close.”

“Go ahead,” he mutters. “You deserve it, kitten.” He pushes deep in you, how cock meshing inside your walls, hitting at the sensitive spot that lights with fire with every thrust. A groan sounds in the back of his throat, light and almost purr-like as he holds you close, his shaft jerking inside of you.

Your walls clench around him, your gummy walls wrapping around him, pulling him in. Your walls are tight around him, squishy and soft, spasming around him, you milk his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you. Your orgasm washes over you harshly, sending a shock to your muscles, making you twitch in place, creamy discharge spilling onto your thighs as you slap a hand over your mouth, his name muffled behind the palm of your hand while the other hand holds him tightly.

“How sweet,” he mumbles, letting his thighs press against your bum and you feel his hot ejaculate spilling out, staining your insides in white and edging out of you as he slips out. “Look how well you take me. Such a good little brat, hm?” He gives a soft rub on your bum. “Come on.” He keeps a hand on you, helping you raise your articles of clothing, putting them onto you, his hands holding you steady.

He spins you around, and you almost trip in your steps, a light chuckle filling the air, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head against his chest. “I’m tired,” you mumble, taking a half step closer to him. “Can we go home?”

“And the reservation?” He smiles at the look you give him. “Of course,” he mutters, brushing your hair back, and placing a quick kiss against your temple. “Think you can walk?”

“Funny,” you chuckle. “You didn’t fuck me that hard,” you tease, patting your hand against his chest.

“Is that a challenge?” His hands roam down and cup your bum. “It sounds like it.”