#hoe writes

"baby, how much longer are you going to be reading for?" you whine, rolling from your stomach to your back.

"i thought you wanted to study?" he scoffs, looking over the top of his book at you. you groan and flip to your side to face him.

"you know that studying is code for sex right?" you raise your eyebrows at him expectantly.

"well i don't care, i actually need to study for this econ exam." you roll your eyes, already bored with his studious behavior. you lay around for a few minutes just listening to him breathe before an idea pops into your head.

"fine, i guess ill just have to find something else to do." you say as you brush your hand over his dick. he eyes you carefully but turns his attention back to the book, chalking your actions up to petty teasing. even though he is getting hard he doesn't let his mind stray from the book. until he feels your hand undo his zipper to palm him over his boxers.

"what are you doing?" he asks shortly, already annoyed.

"occupying myself since you won't." he keeps reading out of spite, expecting you to break and beg him to fuck you. you love having power over him though, wanting to see how long it'll take for him to break and put you in your place, but you don't want him to be in control this time. he's doing good at avoiding your advances until your hand slides under the band of his boxers and grabs his bare dick.

his eyes flutter shut, and he mutters a "fuck" under his breath. he tries to relocate his eyes on the book to prove you wrong but every time he gets refocused you pull a new move, like putting your unoccupied hand down your own pants. he looks at you bewildered, you've never done anything like this before, but he is not opposed. "baby, what are you doing?" he questions, seeking some sort of explanation.

"just keep reading." you say, almost as an order, and he listens. your stroking stops abruptly, and he lets out a whine. "out loud." he squeezes his eyes shut before reopening them and finding his place.

"Unexpected inflation will tend to h-hurt those whose money received, in terms...terms of wages and interest payments... does not rise with inflation. In contrast, inflation can help those who owe money that they can pay in less valuable, inflated dollars." your hand speeds up causing his voice to pinch and his breathing to speed up even more. your movements stop.

"did i tell you to stop?" he shakes his head. "then keep going." what has gotten into you? you've never been the dominant one in the bedroom, but this is a nice change of pace for both of you.

"Low rates of inflation have relatively little economic impact over the short term. Over the medium and the long term, even low rates of inflation can complicate future planning." he's too caught up in focusing on his textbook that he doesn't even notice you taking your pants off. he feels the weight of you disappear from beside him, and when he looks up, you're staddling his hips, right above his aching cock. "what are you doing?" he pleads, his voice high and whiny.

"keep fucking reading," you order. he doesn't, but you don't even notice as you're lowering yourself onto him. you both moan out as you feel him fully enter you. "shit..." you whimper out, the dominant exterior falling for just a second.

"fuck, babe, please...please move." he ruts up into you, throwing his head back, book long forgotten as his hands have moved to your hips. you sit still for a second, admiring the way he whimpers and whines for a while, hoping he'll eventually beg on his own. but he doesn't, ever the stubborn ethan. he shifts his hips up once again, signaling for you to move, but you won't budge. he whines louder than before to express his displeasure.

you lean down so your chests are touching, slowly kissing from his neck up to his ear. you whisper "if you want me to move so bad, beg for it." followed by nibbling on his lobe. his hips stutter up one more time, but he still doesn't give in. "ok fine, i'll give you another reason to give in." you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you in just a bra and you can feel him twitch inside you. he reaches to cup your tits but your hands catch his before he can, pinning them to the bed beside him. you purposefully clench down on his dick, making him throw his head back once more. "come on baby, all you gotta do is beg. don't be a brat. don't you wanna feel your cock sliding in and out of me? beg for it so i can use you, you want that don't you?"

your hands reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra to sweeten the deal even more. upon seeing your bare chest he finally caves. "ok ok, please baby, please ride me oh my god i need you, need to touch you. please, i'll be good i promise!" his hands move to your chest again but this time you let him.

"see that wasn't so hard..." you start moving after what feels like hours to him. slowly at first to ease into it, but you soon get enough speed to start bouncing fast. by the time you get to that tempo, he's a babbling, whimpering mess. you had never seen him like this before. sure when he was especially needy he would whimper or whine, but having him fully under you and under your control. good god.

his hands are tighter on your hips now than they were before, pulling you down harder than you could bounce. your head is thrown back at this point, and you've paused the dirty talk - for now you both were too lost to speak coherently. "shit...fuck! so good baby. thank you... thank you, mommy!" he's so fucked out he doesn't even realize what he said until you halt your movements.

he's looking at you now. "i- i didn't..." he shuts his eyes tight and throws an arm over his face. "fuck... i'm sorry, i didn't mean to call you that..." even with his face covered, you can tell he's bright red, it spreading to his ears and down his neck.

you slowly start to roll your hips again and grab his arm to pull it off his face. "oh... so you're too embarrassed to let mommy see you?" you smirk, emphasizing the name. his eyes peek open to see a teasing grin on your face, and his cock twitches inside of you again at you calling yourself that.

you start bouncing once again, this time with a newfound fervor and not letting up on your words. "fuck, bet you love this, huh? love mommy using you to get off. riding your cock till i'm satisfied, all you have to do is lay there like a good boy..." you coo at him, your pace staying steady.

"yes! yes mommy, love it so much. love you so much, shit!" his eyes are screwed shut, his hands reaching for anywhere and everywhere he can. you could tell he was getting close. and with the way that he's practically worshipping you... you weren't gonna last long either.

"be a good boy and make mommy cum. show me how much you want it." you whisper in his ear. it's like a switch is flipped in his brain because, within the blink of an eye, you're on your back. he pulls your legs up over his shoulders, then proceeds to pump into you with a speed that makes your head spin. "fuck!!" you shout out, giving up on speaking until you cum.

"shit, mommy gon-" his own words are broken with his moan, "gonna cum, fuck! please lemme cum inside, please, please. wanna fill you up, let me."

and fuck, how do you say no when he looks at you with those big brown eyes begging. you'd let him do whatever he wants when you catch him looking at you like that. "holy fuck, yes! please cum in me! please breed me ethan."

and with that both of you moan out, cumming almost in unison. true to his word, ethan spills inside of you, and continues to thrust into you even after he's finished. it's only when you look up at him with your blissed eyes that he comes to his senses and pulls out.

he slowly lowers your legs, and you feel the deep ache start already. he leans down in between your legs, and you clench around nothing when you realize he's watching his cum leak out of you. he reaches two nimble fingers down to swipe over your folds, collecting some on his fingers before bringing them to your mouth, which you eagerly open for him. your eyes roll back at the assertion of dominance, and how easily he can go from begging for you while calling you mommy, to shoving his cum covered fingers in your mouth to clean off.

"i love you so fucking much baby." he utters, brainlessly as he stares down at you.

a casual tuesday morning with your boyfriend was what you had originally planned - you had the day off from duties, you'd showered, had a 90's indie horror movie on in the back, everything was calm. dew was lying with his head resting on your chest, his blonde hair splayed across your body, sun hitting him so perfectly. he looked like a painting, and you just couldn't resist taking a photo even though he hated having his picture taken. ever oblivious to your actions, his eyes stayed focused on the movie as you reached for your phone on the nightstand, swiping to the camera and snapping a photo.

as you're smiling in victory, you close out of the camera app and check your notifications, all pretty normal until you see an unopened message from phantom, and upon opening it, you see it's a voice message. the quintessential ghoul usually only ever sends memes through messages, and if he wants to actually talk to you, he'll just call. unannounced. what makes it even stranger is that it was sent at 1:39 in the morning, when you were already asleep. curiously, you hit the play button and are met with seconds of breathing - it was just a butt dial audio? or so you thought, until you heard a whimper. oh. you immediately hit pause and slam your phone down on the bed.

dew, hearing the noises from your phone, looks up with confusion, and seeing the blush and shock on your face raises an eyebrow. "what were you watching?" he asks with a laugh. he sits up and playfully straddles your waist to reach for your phone, and you slap a hand over his to attempt to stop him. this makes his eyebrows knit together as he reiterates his question. "what is on your phone?" this time with less amusement and more of a puzzled tone.

"it's... weird. phantom sent me this voice message last night and i thought at first it was just him breathing for fifteen minutes but..." you trail off, trying to not throw phantom under the bus, but also not lie to dew.

"but? just give me the phone," he laughs, taking the phone from your hand and hitting play for himself. after listening for a few seconds, he simply states, "oh." audio still playing, his eyebrows are raised as he registers phantom sent that to you.

"yeah... should i text him back? tell him he sent it to the wrong person. like it can't be for me!" you ask from below him, contemplating if it would be awkward, not even thinking the message was intended for you.

dew is still rationalizing the interaction; it's not like he's upset. you and he have briefly mentioned the idea of each of you being with other ghouls. dew has been open about all of his previous sexual relationships with them, including phantom, but they all stopped when the two of you got together. after you started your relationship, you had talked about being... shared with some of the other ghouls, but every time it was through dirty talk and was never in full seriousness.

the moaning is still playing in the background, and dew is about to agree with you that it was an accident that it was sent to you, until you both hear it. breathless, and begging, and oh so hot. "oh fuck, please y/n." your wide eyes snap from the phone to dew's face as your cheeks flame and heat pools in your stomach.

"not for you, hmm?" dew asks sarcastically as he stops the recording and tosses the phone down on the bed beside you. he inhales, shocked by the discovery that it was meant for you, until something even more intriguing hits him. the smell of your arousal. his eyes return to your visibly flustered face, as he asks, "did you find that hot?" with a raised eyebrow.

"what? no!" you try denying it, but as much as you hate to admit it, you found it very hot. dew rarely ever begs for you, and something about phantom's pathetic whimpers got to you. unfortuantely for you, dew can read you like a book, and can easily tell you're lying - as if your racing heart and smell of lust weren't enough. dew leans down further so he's right in front of your face now and challenges you with a simple look. your hands raise to your face to cover it in embarrassment, but before they can even reach your face they're being pinned to the bed by dew.

"oh no, baby, no hiding this. you think phantom's hot, don't you?" you close your eyes tightly, wishing this moment was over. you hate that you do find him hot, it feels like you're betraying dew. "you know you're mine though." you open your eyes to find dew is even closer, and in the process of moving down beside your ear to whisper, "and i'm gonna make you prove it to him." your eyebrows furrow in confusion until you feel dew sucking on your neck. oh no...

your eyes close again, but this time your mouth falls open too, and a soft sigh escapes. dew starts moving your hands from beside your head to above and into only one of his as his mouth continues downwards, his now empty hand finding the hem of your shirt. "dew..." your head lolls to the side to give him better access.

his hand slides your shirt up to bunch up over your boobs, his lips kissing down and encompassing your right nipple. you throw your head back and let out a moan. "mhm baby, see how well i know my girl?" his right leg moves from beside your body to between your legs to separate them. his unoccupied hand starts to play with your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, making you buck up and rub yourself against his thigh.

his hand moves from your nipple to the waistband of your sleep shorts, slightly dipping under it to tease you. "fuck, dew please.." you whimper, moving your hips up again to try and convince him to fully take them off. his hand slips under completely and instantly finds your folds, running a finger through, and sees you were already wet.

he disconnects his mouth from your chest and sits back up. "look at you, baby, already soaking for me. bet i wouldn't even need to use my fingers on you, bet my cock would just slip right in." he says snarkily. his one hand lets go of your wrists and joins his other one at your waistband to slide your shorts off your legs. he pulls them off slowly, teasing you even more than with just words now, and when he finally gets them off, he spreads your legs even further...only to stop.

you whine, propping yourself up on your elbows to see him leaning down, getting oh so close to where you needed him, until he stops again. was this revenge for you being turned on by phantom? it didnt seem like he was bothered by it, just surprised. "ok dew, im sorry i find phantom attractive, and i get that you're mad, but are you gonna torture me over it?" he pulls back with an evil grin, then hits the wall next to his bed a couple of times, which makes you give him a confused look.

"oh no honey, im not mad," he says in the sweetest tone, then leans back over your pussy, his hot breath fanning it. you hear a soft knock on the same wall he hit before he continues, "i'm just making sure phant hears how good i make you feel." he sees the look of realization wash over your face. him and phantom share that wall, and dew's about to make sure phantom hears everything. he smells a new wave of arousal strike you, and that pushed him over the edge. he latches his mouth onto your clit, and starts sucking abruptly, making you moan out, and your hands fly to his hair. "oh fuck dew!" you exclaim loudly. he inserts one finger, and, getting no resistance, adds another. when his fingers get brought in, you know you're not going to last long.

your legs start to close around his head, your hold on his hair gets tighter, and your moans don't cease; they only get louder and more consistent. he slurps filthily before pulling away slightly, murmuring into your thigh, "mhm, that's my girl, let 'em all know." when he goes back in, he's shamelessly grinding against the bed, causing him to start humming against you. your hands migrate to his horns and grab on firmly, making him fully moan into you.

he knows you're getting close when your moans start getting higher, prompting him to start sucking at your clit, his fingers hooking up and hitting your g-spot over and over again. your legs fully wrap around his head, hips lifting off the bed, and your hold on his horns getting even stronger. your walls tighten around his fingers, and he knows exactly what to do. he moves back up to whisper in your ear, "tell me whose making you feel good."

"you dew! fuck you're making me feel good." you moan, feeling your orgasm right on the edge.

"scream my name, let phantom know who you belong to." dew speaks one last time, and it's enough to send you toppling over. you follow his instructions and shout his name as you reach your peak and cum on his fingers. he works you through your orgasm, praising you for how good you did. "my girl always sounds so pretty when she comes." your breathing is still ragged, but starting to slow. you reach up to him to kiss his lips, tasting yourself in the process. his fingers still inside of you, he keeps speaking, "such a good girl for listening to me..." he leans back into your ear, "letting him hear you." at this, he feels you clench around him again, and he chuckles. "so good." then kisses you another time, guiding you to lay back on the bed.

he pulls his fingers out of you and gets up to get a washcloth to clean you with. when he comes back, you look so fucked out, but a sweaty, beautiful mess to him. you smile up at him in post orgasm bliss as he spreads your legs to start wiping you off. "you're so pretty," you think out loud, making his cheeks flush red. even after all the time you've been together, he still can't take a compliment, regardless of being a cocky ass. he throws the rag off to the side, sliding into bed beside you, pulling you to his chest.

your phone dings twice from somewhere in the mess of blankets, and after dew gets up to search for it, you see a smirk cross his face when he opens the screen. "what is it?" you ask, leaning in to see the phone. when your eyes land on the new voice message from phantom you give dew a sideways look, signaling to open it. when he does, your face heats to an immense degree.

you hear more breathless moans and whimpers like before, but in the background...you. your moans. he was jerking off to your moans through the wall. you and dew look at each other as devilish smiles cross your faces. dew opens the camera and takes a photo of his still hard dick, sending it with a little message attached.

since you wanna be such a brat, get in here and watch me fuck her. then you can listen and watch.

your blankets are halfway covering you, your stomach up exposed to the semi-warm air, having a fireplace in your room came in handy for staying a comfortable temperature. it also comes in handy for sodo to have him time alone with you, being able to pop in and watch you whenever you were asleep and he wanted to. he would never stay that long, as much as he wanted to. he knew it was dangerous, but how could he resist seeing you, in your natural state, hair falling over the pillow, body unposed, face relaxed and peaceful. of course, he would watch you in the halls, the library, the dining hall, but you never looked this peaceful awake, the days of hard work and stress laying heavy on your shoulders.

he didn't watch you out of a sexual nature, no matter how much he did want to have you, more out of this internal tug he couldn't explain, something instinctual inside of him that wouldn't let him leave you for too long. something he thought you reciprocated to some degree.

the side of your bed dips slightly as he puts just barely any of his weight on it. the need to be close to you overcoming all of his senses. all he can smell is you, all he can hear is your steady heartbeat, and all he wants to touch is you. he just stares for a while, not risking touching you quite yet. he watches as your chest rises and falls with every soft breath you take, content to see you safe.

the tug at his heart only grows when you roll over to face him. now lying on your side. the blanket falls off of your hips with the sudden shift, sodo's eyes following the edge of the blanket to see your exposed waist. his hand reaches out, and he knows he shouldn't, but he just needs to feel your skin. the tips of his fingers lightly brush the exposed skin on your side, and he immediately rips them away. the heat from your body is overwhelming to him, it shoots up his arm and straight to his heart, making it hammer in his chest even harder.

he calms his breathing, you're just a human, he shouldn't be afraid to touch you, you should be afraid of him. that's never stopped you before though, even in your first weeks at the ministry, you always tried to appear kind to the ghouls, no matter how many warnings you've gotten of how dangerous they could be. but anyone could be dangerous, you could kill someone if you wanted, so there's no reason to not be nice to someone just because of acts they could commit. hell, you weren't even scared of trying to befriend sodo, even with his reputation of being the trickiest ghoul.

so why is he so apprehensive to touch you? it's not like you could hurt him even if you tried. not physically, that is. sodo knew the answer deep down, but he'd never cared about a human before, and it frightened him that he even could.

his hand reaches out again to touch your warm skin. this time instead of cowering away he leans into the heat of your body. your skin is so soft and feels so good under his fingers, but he knows this whole thing has to end, at least for tonight. before leaving though, he grabs the blanket and pulls it up over your hips and clear to your chest, knowing that you often run cold.

he stands and is about to walk to the door before he notices your hair has fallen over your face. and sooner than he realizes, his hand is once again moving to you. his nimble fingers push the hair out of your face and over your shoulder, but then it's gravitated back to your cheek. he pauses for a moment, trying to use his better judgment, but it never comes. instead, his palm cups the skin while his thumb caresses the area right under your eye, and the rest of his fingers fall around your ear.

his actions halt when your body shifts, but is caught by surprise when your face nuzzles into his hand. he lets out a soft sigh, whether from contentment or relief, he doesn't know. he is sure about two things though.

one, he cares deeply enough for you that leaving physically hurts his heart.

being promoted to a nurse in the infirmary was one of the best things that has happened since you joined the ministry. the pay was higher than your last position as a sister; you were always in the same place, and the job itself was pretty easy considering there weren't any big fights or injuries. the worst thing you've seen has been a broken leg of a sibling who fell down the front stairs, he did end up needing to be in a cast for a couple of months, but all things considered, that was a simple job.

even though you were the head nurse, there were still ranks higher than you. the doctors were the ones who could prescribe medicine, had the power to veto a nurse's decision, and were the only ones who tended to a papa and his ghouls. the only exceptions to the last rule were if the ghouls needed something minor, like bandages, or a specific treatment the doctor or primo allowed, even still, they didn't come in a lot.

until one day when two of copia's ghouls busted through the large maple doors, one holding a red-stained towel over his arm while the other pushed open the doors, working as an extra set of hands. from their bodies, you could tell one was a ghoulette - cirrus maybe? - and from the white horns, the other was sodo. the ghoulette leads him over to a gurney, as you put on a fresh pair of exam gloves and gather supplies you suspect you'll need.

you approach the bed, setting your materials on the table next to it, a little nervous as this is your first time tending to a ghoul. "hey guys, what seems to be the problem?" you question, slowly reaching for the ghoul's arm, as the ghoulette gives it.

sodo's eyes are dissecting you like you're a frog in a biology class, but you try to avoid the racing of your heart and focus on getting the story.

"well dumbass here likes to think he's a master knife juggler or something and is always doing knife tricks." the ghoulette answers, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, no longer needing to hold his arm.

"i am a master juggler, cirrus, and any nurse can see what's wrong." sodo replies, flashing a sarcastic and slightly angry-looking smile. your face starts to get a little hot from embarrassment, this ghoul making you feel like a first-year medical student. cirrus gives him a sharp glare, and he rolls his eyes in retaliation.

"alright, that should be an easy fix, can i take the towel off you?" you see the end of the cut peaking out from the fabric, but you need him to let go to get the full view.

"i don't know, are you gonna patch me up or keep asking stupid questions?" this gets him a smack to the back of the head from cirrus. ok, apparently common curtisy is an idea lost to this ghoul.

"that depends, are you gonna quit being an asshole and let me patch you up, or would you rather keep bleeding all over your nice uniform?" you give him a sweet smile, which earns a laugh from cirrus. sodo huffs in response and gives up his death grip on the rag. "thank you." you say in a singsongy voice.

looking at his arm fully, the cut isn't deep enough to need stitches, but it will definitely need to be cleaned out. you unbutton his sleeve and roll it up to his elbow so it will be out of the way of the alcohol. you relay what you're going to do to the two ghouls, and after confirming that he'll be okay by himself, cirrus leaves.

you grab the disinfectant, pouring some out on a cloth to clean the area before you can bandage it. "this is probably going to sting, do you need something to hold onto?" you check in, bedside etiquette coming back.

"sweetheart, i'm a ghoul. i'll be fine." he snarkily replies. you simply roll your eyes and start to wipe the skin around the cut. he hisses and shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath after to collect himself. "so are you always an asshole to your nurses, or do you just not like me?" you question as you throw the rag into the contaminated bin and grab another.

you repeat the process once more before he replies, his head hung low. "no, i'm not usually an asshole. and you're fine. i just hate being hurt." he answers quietly, as if you weren't the only people in the room.

"that's ok, we all get hurt sometimes. there's no shame in it." you give him a small, genuine smile as you toss the second cloth out. you grab the gauze and a pair of scissors, getting ready to wrap his forearm. when you turn back he's already looking at you, making you flustered for the second time today, this time for a good reason. you clear your throat and pick up his arm, placing the wrap under.

"ok, i'm gonna wrap this so you'll be good for today, but you will need to come back tomorrow for me to change it, alright?" you give him a raised eyebrow to make sure he understands, and he gives you back a small 'ok.'

you feel his eyes burning into you as you hold his arm to finish applying the gauze, and it makes you start to sweat. you've never paid attention to the ghoul's face, but having him this close is making it hard. his long blonde hair is draped so nicely over his shoulders, his amber eyes are bright and give away exactly where he's looking (currently studying you like you're doing to him,) and his lips that normally have a cocky smile have relaxed. he looks sweet. but he's just a patient. once he's done here, he'll leave and won't ever be back .

it's at this point you realize that you're done wrapping his arm.

"alright, you're good to go. come back around dinner time tomorrow, and i'll replace that for you." you say simply. sadly almost. he finally let his guard down and you're already done. this is a side of sodo no one else sees other than his fellow ghouls.

he gives you a curt nod before getting up from the cot and walking to the door. your eyes follow him, but you keep your head straight, so to isn't evident that you're looking at him. he opens the doors, looking into the hallway for a brief moment, contemplating. he turns back around calling out "thank you..." trailing off, realizing he never got your name.

"y/n. and you're welcome sodo." you softly smile, which he copies. "stop playing with knives though. i don't want to see you in here hurt all the time." you half-jokingly say.