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/ zeke also loves it when you play with his nipples. they are always so sensitive and it gives him the biggest boner of all time. granted that, by the time you are done, the shirt can barely touch the area from how sore they are. he likes it rough, after all.

/ sometimes, you will put on a lingerie and let him watch you as you tease him. most times you touch yourself, whimpering his name as your juices coat the sheets beneath you. his hand inches forward towards you, only to be pushed back by your feet.

/ when you deny him access to your body, he tries to touch himself and you immediately stop moving, warning him that one wrong move, you will stop and you won't have sex that night or for however long you deem acceptable.

/ by the time you are done riding the dildo, zeke is already crying out your name as his cock leaks pre-cum. seeing you fall apart without him touching you is what pushes him over the edge and he comes completely untouched, his cum falling on his stomach as his cock twitches.

/ he is so eager to please you. whether it is by following your orders or by physically touching you, he desperately wants your approval. he wants to make you feel good in any way that he can.

/ he gets flustered very easily and you love to take advantage of that fact, using it against him at every chance you get.

/ he is extremely vocal. he whimpers at every small brush of your hands or every kiss you place on his body. he begs for your touches when you decide to tease him, moving his hips up as he tries to meet your hands for the briefest of contacts.

/ he wants to put on a strong face and prove that he can resist temptation but, as soon as you bat your eyelashes at him, he loses all his composure and begin to purr like a kitten.

/ the first time you suggested pegging, his face turned so red, you were worried you were going to have to take him to the hospital because he truly seemed to have stopped breathing.

/ especially because you had a meeting right after and the entire time, his eyes were fixed on the floor, his gaze unable to hold itself upright for more than a few seconds at a time. you were worried that it would be too much for him, almost wanting to reach out and tell him not to worry.

/ but then you noticed his erection and how hard his legs were working to cover it up. the shit-eating grin that formed on your face could not be compared to anything else. and he noticed it too.

/ you start off small, treating him like a delicate bird, afraid that if you move too fast, he will get spooked. so the first thing you do is praise him, tell him how good he is being and how proud of him you are. you slowly position him on all fours on the bed, his ass exposed to you.

/ a part of you wants so desperately to leave a red print of your hand on his ass, to physically mark him as yours in an area no one but him would be able to tell, in such an intimate way that the higher-ups would question why he is walking funny. but you are able to control yourself.

/ carefully, you spread his cheeks apart, fully taking in the sight in front of you. the tip of your tongue begins to work its magic against his hole and, immediately, you can see his cock begin to twitch.

/ he gets embarrassed by how loud his whimpers become once one of your hands begins to rub against his thigh. he wants to last longer, but when you begin to hum, he is already coming all over the blankets.

/ the two of you stay doing that for a couple weeks, working your way up with a finger or two until the day he tells you that he is ready to try something more.

/ you want to make the occasion special for him, so the two of you take a bath together, constantly making out as you wash each other's bodies, taking your time and making sure the experience will be pleasant for him, from beginning to end.

/ you lube him up really well and, by the time the tip of the strap is brushing against his asshole, he is already a whimpering mess, begging for your touch.

/ "please... please, i need you to put it in." he begged for a while. you wanted to make him wait, to see how much of a good boy he could be but that pleading and desperate look in his eyes was enough to melt your heart.

/ you slowly slide it in, allowing him to adjust to the new sensation of being full. his grip on the sheets is so tight that his knuckles begin to turn white, his eyes are closed shut and you are so afraid that it's too much.

/ before you can offer to stop, he is already moving his hips, fucking himself on your strap like a good slut. he loves watching you ride him, so he thought maybe it would be a good idea to see what all the fuss was about. he was not disappointed.

/ he chokes on his words a lot, unable to complete even a single sentence. you love how much he becomes a whimpering mess once you begin to buckle your hips against his ass, the strap completely disappearing inside of him.

/ your name falls from his lips like a mantra, something he says to keep himself grounded as he can barely think straight. it feels so good, like nothing he has ever experienced before.

/ once he becomes more used to it, you tangle your fingers on his blonde hair, tugging at the strands gently as you pull his head back. your lips hungrily leaving marks behind on his neck while you continue to pump in and out of him.

/ your free hand moves down to the area in between his legs, stroking his cock as you continue to move. all the stimulation is nearly too much for him and he can feel his vision beginning to cloud from all the pleasure.

/ he comes harder than he has ever done before. he collapses onto the bed, his legs trembling so much you are worried he might pass out. he gives you a thumbs up to let you know that he is alive, at the very least.

/ after that, every time you suck his dick, he wants you to play with his ass. at the very least, put a finger inside or maybe even just tease him slightly. he loves the feeling of being so openly vulnerable in front of you and, besides, it feels so good that he could come from just the idea of having you inside of him.

/ so, while your pussy is in his mouth and his tongue swirls around your swollen clit, you take his cock into your mouth, slightly deeper than usual so you can get a better view of his pink asshole.

/ it was pretty common for him to come multiple times in a row, especially with the feeling of your lips around him and your fingers wiggling inside of him.

"would you say it again?" he begs, and every time you smile.

𓈒∘☁︎ Once all the creeps who cornered you are on the ground, a mess between bloody noses, swollen eyes and missing teeth, the boy turns to look at you. Splatters of red across his face as he walks closer, his left fingers rubbing his right knuckles.

𓈒∘☁︎ "Are you alright?" He asks, a blank expression on his face while his eyes give you a puzzling look that you can't quite decipher.

𓈒∘☁︎ "I think so," your voice cracks, hands shaking lightly as he walks closer. After a few seconds of examining his face, you realize you have met him before. In fact, it was a face you were maybe too familiar with, "Shuji?"

𓈒∘☁︎ The right side of his lip curls into a smirk and he raises an eyebrow, "I go by Hanma now, it's more intimidating!"

𓈒∘☁︎ After that, the two of you began spending more time together. While you weren't thrilled with his ways of getting what he wanted, you still accompanied him wherever he went. The gas station on the corner where he would threaten to beat the owner if he didn't give him a pack of cigarettes (of course you would pay the poor man behind his back)

𓈒∘☁︎ Or when he would bring you to the gang's hideout and listen for hours as he instigated the boys to punch each other (it became common for you to mend battered knuckles and accessing injuries)

𓈒∘☁︎ However, he could also be very romantic when he wanted to be. Like when he would take you out to dinner, though not typically to restaurants since he was banned from most of them, he would insist on taking you out for a night bike ride, the smell of the ocean mixing with the smell of whatever takeout food you ordered.

𓈒∘☁︎ You would spend hours sitting by the sea, the sand getting in between your toes after he splashed some water onto your feet. The cold breeze against your face and the sweetness of his lips against yours after eating dessert.

𓈒∘☁︎ He will bring out a deck of cars and insist on playing for a chance to see your boobies, he cheats and wins every time of course but he will deny it like his life depends on it if you call him out.

𓈒∘☁︎ I think he is caring in his own personal way. Even though he might sometimes get himself busted up pretty badly, he would never, EVER put your life in danger, willingly or not.

𓈒∘☁︎ I feel like he might also have a "special talent" though I'm not sure what it would be. Maybe he is really good at doing your makeup since his eyeliner is so on point.

𓈒∘☁︎ Or maybe he is really good at drawing and keeps leaving silly, little pictures around your house for you to find when you are away from him. Some are drawings of hearts, some are gory as fuck. Who knows what you'll find next time?

𓈒∘☁︎ He is very protective of you. Like, any man who gets too close or even looks in your direction, gets a stern look or maybe even a knife to the throat when you look away.

𓈒∘☁︎ The idea of having you all to himself makes him go crazy. He gets hard with the slightest of touches, and when he feels your mouth around his cock? He feels like he could bust a nut with the simply breeze of your warm breath.

𓈒∘☁︎ He loves it when you have your "bad girl moments", when you push his against his back and get on your knees, moving your hair out of your face to give yourself better access to his already throbbing cock.

𓈒∘☁︎ Oh, and he is obsessed with your pussy. The way he fills you up, the way you move your hips against him, the way he fucks you so hard his balls actually come in contact with your clit.

𓈒∘☁︎ He gets easily drunk on the scent of your sweaty skin mixed with his, the pool of your juices sliding down your legs towards the ground. Oh, how he loves the sounds you make.

𓈒∘☁︎ Also his pull out game is immaculate. The man has never worn a condom in his life, but every so often he will give into the temptation and release all of his cum inside of you. He will do it until you are dripping.

𓈒∘☁︎ Then he immediately goes out and buys like, three boxes of plan B. idk, the man knows the consequences to his actions.

Armin is the kind of boyfriend who doesn't realize that you are dating at first, he truly believes that you are just friends who happen to kiss sometimes. It's not until someone asks you if you're dating and he hears you say says and hold his hand that realization dawns on him.

Armin is the kind of boyfriend who will let you do skincare on him while he listens to you complain about something that happened earlier in the day that annoyed the shit out of you. He will be genuinely interested in what you have to say and even provide commentary on it.

Armin is the kind of boyfriend who will paint your nails or cook for you when you are depressed. He will do everything in his power to earn an honest smile out of you at least once, even if ultimately he has to tickle you.