sometimes, you think about some decisions you’ve made and wonder how stupid they were. you’d lay there, dealing with the consequences of your actions and repeating what may have been the alternative route. all the what if’s that would’ve been your reality. however, now that you’ve made that decision, all you could do was think about such things. and at this very moment in time, you’re laying with a very permanent decision.

eren had said you’re a baby for whining. but he had plenty of tattoos in various places, so his word didn’t matter to you. you do suppose that this was your decision after all, so you sit with the pain with your eyes screwed shut. that is what you were repeating in your head as you fought through the last few minutes of your tattoo session.

a lotus flower. eren had once said you were his lotus flower. you had no idea what if meant, but it had stuck with you. he said that you were a beautiful lotus flower on a bright green lily pad, sitting on calm water. he’d say this to you once in a while. and on whim, you decided to get it tattooed on you tonight. right on your sternum.

what a bad decision, because you were in a lot a fucking pain.

“awe, my princess is a little weak.” eren teased, petting your head to calm you down. you opened your eyes, squinting from the bright tattoo studio lights and looked at him with annoyance. from where you were laying and where he was behind you, his big smile almost looked like a frown. you know eren all too well though, he’d never frown in your pain. more so smile in a peculiar pleasure.

the constant puncturing of the small needles in your skin had been a pain. along with the buzzing of the tattoo gun. your head began to throb, so you shut your eyes. eren noticed, seeing how your jaw clenched and the way you swallowed hard. and despite finding a freakish pleasure in your pain, his heart tinged with pain of his own. with that, he moved his fingers to your temples and started messaging them. instantly, you felt calm.

“you’ll be fine, (y/n).” he says low and smoothly.

“yea, because you done.” mikasa said excitedly as she turned off the machine.

you opened your eyes to be directly looking into erens. he smiled big, his canines peeking through. his hands then fall to the side and you’re already missing his touch.

the table you’ve now laid on for god knows how long begins to fuel your discomfort. you wiggle around a bit, lifting you hips to stretch. mikasa let’s you know to stay put as she cleans you up and applies the second skin to avoid any infections.

“you’re all done.” she exclaims with a big smile as she clasps her hands together in excitement.

upon those words, you sit up, zipping your sweater up just enough to leave some room to look at the lotus in the mirror. feeling somewhat lightheaded, you stumble a bit as you hop off the table. eren grabs a hold of your arm, saving you from a fall and hold you close to him. looking up at him, you smile as he leads you to the mirror.

standing in front of the mirror, you inspect the permanent flower on your body. mikasa captured you vision well, and you were so happy about it.

“you look beautiful, baby.” eren says, standing behind you. you smile to him in approval through the reflection of the mirror.

-

the candlelight flickered, soothing your heavy eyes to shut and fall to sleep. you’re tired, using eren chest as a pillow. you listened to his heartbeat and inhaled his scent. it soothed you even more.

then you do it again, inhaling louder. your stomach caves in from how deep you took in erens scent. holding your breath for a bit, you breathe out with a low hum.

“what are you doing?” he chuckles, looking down at where your head rested.

you shoot up, lifting yourself from your comfort, “i’m addicted to the way you smell.”

“you’re fucking insane.”

rolling your eyes, you sit up. unzipping your sweater to take a look at the new ink on your skin. you couldn’t stop looking at it. admiring it. showing it off every few minutes. you felt tough. this pain was nothing, you thought. you could get a ton of tattoos now.

“will you take a picture for me?” you say suddenly, looking at him with doe like eyes. maybe part of you knew eren wouldn’t want to due to the placement of the tattoo. but you’d thought it’d be different since you’ve been dating for a while, and he always took pictures of you.

he was your personal photographer after all.

eren squints his eyes at you, his tongue poking at his cheek, “why?”

“because i want to post it.”

“for who?”

your mouth drops, and you match his judging gaze, “for all the other men who want me besides you.” the attitude is apparent in your tone as you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“watch your tone.” he’s no longer squinting his eyes, his brows are now furrowed and he spoke with a slight irritation in his voice.

“for me. who else?” you poke his forehead, and eren shoos you hand away.

you catch onto his attitude, realizing he’s not playing around anymore. it wasn’t a joke to him. he was somewhat a bit upset at you. this always happened. eren is short tempered, but you’re patient for him. all you could roll your eyes, again, and move on with your night.

“fine,” you sit up, grabbing your phone off the side table by your bed. “i’ll take if myself-”

just as you were about to get off your bed, eren wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto him.

“hey,” you scramble a bit and get up, acting as if this wasn’t a normal occurrence with eren. but it was.

“don’t worry about it, baby. i’ll take them for you.” he grabs a hold to your phone in your hand, his other hand gripping to your waist and squeezing.

you frown at him, “i’m sorry. c’mon, let me take those picture for you.” he’s sitting up, resting his back again the headboard. you squeeze your thighs around him, trying not to tip over.

“you sure?”

“yes.” he said lowly, his eyes shifting from yours to your body. your cheeks heat up once he looks at you. no matter how long you’ve been with eren, you never stop to get nervous around him.

you feel his hands inch up and down, thumbs pressing circles into your stomach. he looks back into your eyes, and you blink like the flustered girl you were. he begins to unzip your sweater, covering you just enough so your chest wasn’t showing. eren pushes the sweater a little off your shoulders and you shift you hips a bit. you feel him harden below you.

with the phone still in hand, eren unlocks your phone to take a photo.

you straighten up, arch your back and lift your hips a little. click. he take the photo. resting back down into erens lap, you whimper as his hard on makes contact with your clit. he groans quietly, lifting his hips to hit that spot again.

“no, one more picture. i want a a lot to choose from.” your placing your hands on his stomach, pushing him into the bed and leaning forward. click.

“smile.” he laughs a little, watching you blush once again and snaps more pictures.

“take nice ones, eren.”

“i am, baby.” he shifts your phone to your face and you hear your phone ding, letting you know your being recorded.

“hey!” you whine, pushing the phone, “stop playing.”

“i’m getting impatient, princess.” he groans, eyes shifting to his hard cock. “you keep teasing me.”

erens tone gets a bit whiny. though, you should be slightly annoyed, you fun pleasure in this. the way his gaze on you is now hungry, but you’re in control. and the way he groans when you rub yourself on him and he’s thrusting up for more.

you’re stomach bubbled in anticipation. you wanted to keep going for your own pleasure, but something about seeing eren whine and beg for it excited you. you felt your cunt throb. this would be new.

dropping the sweater off your shoulders, you expose your tits to him, nipples hardening from the cool breeze of the night. he reaches out to squeeze your tit, grab his hand and place it back to your hip. the phone still in his hand recording.

“c’mon, princess. let me touch you.” he whines, lips quivering.

you smile, not saying a word but instead rocking your hips against eren. dragging your clothed cunt against his cock foward feverishly, and moving back slowly. you continue this for a while, fast then slow. teasing eren and yourself. letting out soft whimpers while doing so.

then, you stop. you lift your lips away from eren and all his pleasure is gone. he thrust his hips in the air trying to find satisfaction in that. but it’s useless.

looking at eren, you see he’s holding the phone to the sealing. reaching out, you adjust it just enough so you’d be in the view. you lower yourself on the bed, hooking your dainty fingers on the waist band of his pajama pants and pulling them down. as your free his cock, he groans as it slaps against his stomach. you shove two fingers in your mouth, letting spit drip down them to moisten his length. thick and long, his tip leaking precum. you spread your spit around the tip, wrapping your hands around him and stroking. with your free hand you, play with his balls.

“fuckin-”

eren is cut off as he feels your wet tongue drag along the length of his cock. you swirl your tongue on the tip before wrapping your plump lips around it, then he feels the warmth of you mouth take the entirety of his cock. slowly, teasingly, he feels you inch down to the base. your nose shoved up against him. you look at him and hallow your cheeks.

he looks down at you, and moans lewdly. teeth grinding, sucking in deep breaths, brows furrowed and cheeks blushing. the grip on your phone he has as tight, the white of his knuckles peeped through.

he huffed and frowned. your hair was covering your perfect face. with his free hand, he moved the hair out of your face, wrapping his hands enough to tug you back a bit. you let his cock slip out of your mouth, a sting of saliva connected you to him drips down your chin.

“don’t drop the goddamn phone.” you spat out, more salivia slipping past your mouth. you lick your lips and swallow hard.

god, you’re so fuckin’ messy.

“never, baby.” he rasps, tugging on your hair once again. you moan at that. it hurt so good that you felt slick drip from your cunt.

at that, you spit again on him, taking him back in your mouth. he hits the back of your throat and it stings, but it brings you bliss. shutting your eyes, you bob your head against him, sucking hard once you get to his tip. your fast, no longer teasing him. you had a goal and that was for him to spill inside you.

your hands moved at the same speed as your mouth. filled with your spit and his own precum, the slick just added to his pleasure. eren loved your messiness when you sucked his cock.

“so fucking good, princess.” eren says through his teeth.

you look at him, his hair dishealved and almost out of its tight little bun. he’s so close. his chest is rising and falling, and his breath is shaky. you only speed up noticing this, looking him in the eyes. taking him in fast, hallowing your cheeks harder and adding more pressure on tongue as you reach his cockhead.

“ah fuck-, fuck baby.” he thrusting his hips into you mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag, but inhale deeply through your nose and continue to reach your goal.

and in seconds a thick, warmth fills your mouth. eren groans loudly thrusting his hips so you get every last drop of his cum in your mouth. that salty, thick liquid coats your mouth. you release his cock from your mouth, pursing your lips together and swallowing hard. he’s a mess, chest rising and falling. you and him are warn down, but you take it into you hands to clean him up.

you lick your spit off the length of his cock and take his tip in your mouth on last time. you suck hard, releasing it with a pop. eren looks at you with a lust filled gaze.

“let me see.” he’s referring to his cum. he wanted you to take it all. eren releases his hand from your hair and grips onto your chin. he squeezes your cheeks and moves the phone to record the inside of your mouth. you stick your tongue out to prove you swallowed it all.

“good fuckin’ girl.” he gives you a small smack on your cheek in approval.

“now show the camera your pretty little tattoo.”

you listen quickly, sitting up above eren. the bed squeaks from your quick movements. you feel the slick between your legs drip down your thighs. eren moved the camera back onto your chest, he’s running a hand up to your chest and squeezes your tit. you didn’t care if he was touching you now. his touch ignited something in you. it always did. either way, you broke him down just a bit. at least for today.

“that’s my slutty princess.”

"you don't want your towel? it's right here." he waved it in front of you.

"give it to me."

"but i don't want to." he gave you a pretentious pout. "you live alone, surely you've walked around naked before."

"not when i'm wet!"

"you're wet? but i just arrived."

"you're fucking disgusting." you rolled your eyes, but you immediately regretted it, because he walked over to you and swung the curtain open. "eren!"

"come on, nothing i haven't seen before." he pulled your arms away from your body, licking his bottom lip at the sight of your naked body.

"eren, stop. let me at least get-"

"you know better than to tell me no, don't you?" you nodded slowly, following his hand that pointed towards him and stepping out of the shower. "now get on your bed and stuff that pretty pussy with your fingers." he whispered in your ear, dragging you to your room.

eren sat on one end of the bed, back against the headboard and you sat across from him, trying to cover as much of yourself as you could. you weren't unfamiliar with eren's little break-ins, but you still just couldn't get used to it, to him. the guy that spent so long making you hate yourself, making you insecure, now spending all of his free time with you.

"what are you waiting for? spread your legs." he snapped his fingers and leaned further back the bed, clearly enjoying the sight. you did as he said, spreading your legs and running a hand down to your clit.

"don't tease me, i have places to be."

"then why don't you just fucking leave?" you murmured. bad choice, really. eren scooted down the bed and held your legs up so they were over his, one hand on the back of your head, tugging your hair ever so slightly.

"i don't feel like leaving." he gave you his famous sadistic smile as his index and middle finger tugged on your bottom lip, making you open your mouth, circling your tongue around them. he pushed them further in until they hit the back of your mouth, making you gag and try to pull away.

"fucking take it, bitch." he chuckled before removing the saliva-coated fingers from your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath.

"stop being so-"

"no talking." he slammed his lips against yours as his fingers rubbed circles against your clit. you hummed into the kiss, his tongue against yours drowning out your moans. his kiss was harsh, full of anticipation, teeth tugging on lips, tongues against eachother.

eren guided your hand to the tent in his sweatpants the same time as he pushed his fingers inside you, curling them slowly until you couldn't kiss him back. you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down enough for his half-hard cock to hit against his lower abdomen.

"couldn't even masturbate, fucking bitch. i have to do all the work, huh?" he grunted when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, pumping down to the base, then up to the mushroom tip, your thumb rubbing against the slit on his tip.

"n-no! i can -fuck- i can masturbate just fine, asshole."

"asshole, huh? you're squeezing my fingers like a bitch in heat, you little -ah, fuck." eren didn't hide his moans when you pumped his cock faster, the precum running down his length being used as lube.

"shut the fuck up." you groaned when he begun thrusting out, slamming back in with force, his fingertips hitting against your sweet spot every single time.

"what did you say to me?" a harsh sting against your left cheek made your head turn to the side, the slap not even registering in your brain until you realized his hand was still resting on your cheek.

tears flooded your eyes, running down your cheeks. the slap hurt, but the tears were mostly a result of the fact you couldn't believe you found a dick like eren yeager so fucking hot.

"that's right, cry. you look pretty when you cry, have i told you that?" he licked a bold stripe on your cheek, salty tears staining his tongue before he focused on your mouth instead, kissing you roughly and sloppily again and again.

"gonna-gonna-"

"gonna come, slut? you get off on being treated like shit? maybe i've been too soft on you." his voice a distant sound as you gushed all over his hand, a ring of white around the base of his fingers making his cock twitch in your palm when he spotted it.

"too much-fuck- stop!"

"we stop when i say we do." you arched your back further, torso hitting against his as he helped you ride through your orgasm, now with slow and lazy thrusts. both of you focused on him instead, you could tell he was close because the only thing coming out of his mouth was grunts and moans against your shoulder.

"wanna cum on your face. on your knees, bitch." eren pushed you off him and made you kneel between his legs on the floor. "yeah, take it all. all of it, you little-oh, ffffuck." a drawn out moan cut him off, and you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out. eren pumped his shaft, white spurts of cum landing on your cheeks, your mouth, and running down your neck and tits.

"don't move." he breathed out, taking his phone from the nighstand and holding it above you.

"eren, no, wait-" the clicking sound made you stop, eyes wide and horrified as he tossed the phone on your bed.

"too late." he held you up and sat you on his lap, fingers scooping the liquid from your cheeks and shoving it against your tongue. "you're coming to the party tonight, no panties under your dress."

"i have to study, please-"

"you're coming or this picture gets sent to everyone." you nodded slowly, knowing you couldn't say no, or resist him for that matter, the kiss left on your shoulder enough to warm your heart after his rough handling.

you did as eren said, as always. little black dress and combat boots as you left the dorm, absolutely nothing else underneath. you knew he prefered easy access, and you didn't mind at all.

the party was loud, atmosphere hectic and hot as you danced with your friends, drink in hand, the other in the air.

"incoming." your friend warned, looking behind you to who you assumed was eren. no one knew about you and eren, but everyone assumed you were hooking up. and, well, they were partly right. the two friends you were with were quick to leave with devilish smirks, eren probably motioning them to before you could turn around.

"everyone could see your pretty pussy when you were-fuck, i don't even know what you were doing."

"didn't you tell me to-"

"shut up. did you think it was funny? humiliating me in front of my friends?" he whispered in your ear, hands snaking around your hips as he swayed both of you to the beat, "what if i just lifted your dress up, huh? bet you'd like being humiliated."

"no, eren, stop." you tried pushing his hands away, head dizzy with everything you had consumed that night.

"don't worry. you know who this pussy belongs to, right?" your heart fluttered in your chest when eren sneaked a hand under your dress, groaning when he felt how wet you were against the pads of his fingers.

"you, eren."

"what got you so wet? is it because everyone in this party knows your pussy is out? you disgust me." he spat out, before turning you around and kissing your lips softly.

"no, i swear, it's not-"

"my room, now."

you let him drape an arm around your shoulders and guide you up the stairs of the trashed frat house, third door to the left.

his bedroom was messy as usual. it was often that he made you clean up -after you sucked him off- therefore you knew every single book and cranny of that damned room.

the alcohol on eren’s breath made you wrinkle your nose when he ran his tongue down your jaw, hands holding your hips firmly.

“you think i don’t know?” he gripped your hair, making you tilt your head up and look at him.

“ow! eren, it hurts! know what?”

“acting dumb now, little slut? you really think i wouldn’t find out you went to connie and jean’s place?”

“so what, i wanted weed!” you tried pushing him away, but he pinned you down on the bed instead. his knees on either side of your hips, his hands holding your wrists together above your head, you couldn’t do anything but look up at his angry jade eyes.

“they told me what you were wearing. called you fucking sexy, that they’d...fuck, i told you not to go there!”

“you’re not the boss of me!” frustrated tears were now prickling your eyes, the black eyeliner on your waterline threatening to smudge.

“i am,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “exactly that,” he bit your neck hard enough to leave red bite marks, “fucking whore.” he spat out with a grin.

you could feel his erection against your thigh. fucking weirdo, you thought, getting off on treating me like shit. but how ironic of you. you got off on being on the receiving end of this treatment daily.

“open your mouth.” he demanded, and you did as he said, sticking your tongue out with anticipating, almost innocent eyes. a glob of spit hit the tip of your tongue when eren pursed his lips, making your lower stomach burn with desire. “swallow.” again, you obeyed, sticking your tongue out once again to earn an approving hum from the man hovering over you.

“eren-”

“shut up. you disgust me. you’re so fucking wet just because i spit in your mouth?” his fingers toyed with your clit, your dress already scrunched up over your hips.

“n-no...”

“yeah, you are.” he grinned, showing you his index and middle finger, then spreading them apart to show the sticky strings of your slick between the two fingers. you hid your face in your hand, heat rising to your cheeks out of embarrassment. “this is amazing. i gotta call the guys up.” still on top of you, eren fished his phone out of his pocket, typing something fast.

“no, wait, eren! you’re being-”

“being what?”

“i don’t want anyone to see.” you muttered, face still hidden in your palms.

“yeah, you do. i want them to see, so you do too, right baby?”

you hated when eren called you baby. such a simple word made you putty in his hands.

“yeah, i do.” you agreed hesitantly, right when the door clicked open and two -no, three- figures wakes in the dim-lit room.

“what you got there, yeager?”

“fresh piece of meat, huh?”

“isn’t she a doll?” eren layed next to you, spreading one of your legs over his lap, letting a wave of cold air hit your pussy.

“she is.” one of them muttered in awe. you didn’t see their faces, instead only staring at eren. you didn’t know whether he would act out if you looked at the others in the room.

“take a seat, guys. i want all of you to see this tight pussy i got. all for me.” eren licked his lips and brought his fingers down to your clit, spreading your folds apart. a chorus of sighs filled the room, making you feel almost excited with how many people watched.

eren didn’t waste any time plunging his middle finger in your needy slit, your walls tightening around him, making him groan.

“fuck, you got to loosen up, ___. you’ll show my friends how good you look when you cum, right?”

“mhmm.” you nodded eagerly, rolling your hips against the bed, trying to feel something, more than what eren gave you. he grinned to his friends, adding another finger inside you slowly until he was knuckles deep.

eren pumped his fingers in and out of you, his palm cupping your clit and giving you some stimulation, but never quite enough. your hands were buried in his long brown hair, tugging the locks ever so slightly, not enough to make him angry.

“won’t you let them hear you moan like the slut you are? come on, you know you want it.” he whispered lowly, a whimper escaping your lips at the curl of his fingers.

it was humiliating how loud you grew in a matter of seconds. moans and pants escaping your lips to fill the room and send tingles towards everyone’s erections, the squelching sounds of your spongy walls being penetrated by eren’s fingers proving just how needy, how wet you were.

“f-fuck, eren. more.” you breathed out, locking eyes with him and furrowing your eyebrows. he nodded, sucking down your exposed neck and collarbones, surely leaving red and purple marks that he never allowed you to hide with concealer or scarves.

“you want more? you wanna show them how you cream around my fingers?”

“y-yeah, yes eren.” you nodded, gasping when another -a third- long finger squeezed its way inside of you.

“see guys? i told you i got the best little slut on campus.” he chuckled and started his familiar unforgivingly fast and rough pace, his fingers hitting your sweet spot only to be removed all but the fingertips, and then again.

it was beginning to feel like too much, yet you still chased that euphoric feeling of release, so you sneaked a hand down your clit, massaging the sensitive pearl with your middle finger.

“god, she’s so messy.” someone commented, sending shivers down your spine.

“bet she’s a squirter too.” another guy hissed, both their voices unsteady. you couldn’t begin to think what they were thinking of you, what they were doing as they watched you come undone and stain eren’s bed with your juices.

the knot in your stomach erupted with an almost pornographic moan from you, your thighs shaking and squeezing together, because eren just wouldn’t fucking stop.

“eren...eren, stop! it’s too much!” you cried out, holding onto his wrist, but that only made him thrust faster and faster.

“so fucking tight. god, you guys should see this.” you heard eren say, slowly removing his fingers, his other hand keeping your legs open.

“you sure she’s not a virgin, eren?” a low voice asked as eren spread your folds with his slick-covered fingers, your gaping hole on display for the three other guys in the room.

“i’ll tell you what, armin. i’m in a good mood today,” he then turned to you, holding you up against him so you could finally look at a blond, a tall brunette and a tan guy with a buzzcut, all three staring right back at you like a lion looked at its prey, “why don’t you three find out if she’s a virgin or not?”

and he’ll chuckle (you know that kind of chuckle) and he’s going to tease you because you’re just so drunk from all the pleasure and he just loves how wrecked and sweaty you look just from getting pleased by his mouth. his jaw is starting to ache, tongue almost numb from the way he’s been swirling and licking all over his precious cunt.

his hooded dark green eyes look up at your scrunched up face through his thick lashes, his breath ghosting over your pussy as he says, “that so? tell me how you want me to eat your cunt, then.”

you wail from hearing his words, tears falling down your cheeks as you squeeze your ankles harder. “you know how i want you to eat my pussy, haji!”

iwaizumi smiles lazily, his eyes trained on your pulsing clit and needy hole clenching around nothing. he tuts to himself, thumbs teasingly rubbing your folds. “do i? i’ve been freestylin’ the whole time, baby. c’mon, be a good girl and tell me just how you like it.”

you hiccup and can’t help but pout at his teasing, embarrassment creeping up your spine because he’s not going to give you what you want until you follow his words.

“i...i...i want you to spit on my pussy...”

your squeal is loud when iwaizumi follows through, feeling the cold and sticky and thick ball of spit dripping down your slit. he smirks at your reaction, spitting again just for good measure. (he knows it’s completely unnecessary with how wet and slick your cunt is, but he’s always liked it messy). he raises his eyebrow for you to continue, watching in anticipation.

“then...then i want you to suck my clit into your mouth, t-then i want your t-tongue to flick and swirl over it—hajime!”

iwaizumi doesn’t even let you finish your sentence before he follows you, your pulsing clit being assaulted by his tongue as he groans when your sweet and tangy taste coats his mouth once more. he taps your thighs to keep going, keep telling him what you want while the obscene and wet noises fill the stuffy air.

“f-fuck! y-your f-fingers, wan’...want them in my cunt, oh yes—please!”

your cries become louder and a choked sob passes through your throat when he inserts two thick fingers in your cunt, curling them against your sweet spot as his groans vibrate through your pussy, making you arch your back as you wail his name.

you’re no match for his skill and with how you already came multiple times before, you start seeing stars as your vision darkens from the sides, your moans broken and guttural while iwaizumi’s name falls from your lips. he knows you’re close, judging by how your greedy cunt is sucking his fingers in, so he curls them harder than before, perfectly hitting that spot that makes you scream just the way he likes.

“gonna cum, haji! oh my god, d-don’t stop! y-yes right there—hnng, fuck!”

your babbled sentence breaks off into a scream, toes curled and back arched, your fingers leaving indents on the skin of your ankles as you scream your boyfriend’s name into the air.

iwaizumi’s eyes flutter at the clear show of your pleasure, groans reverberating through his chest as you gush all over his fingers. his mouth leaves your throbbing clit as he pulls out his fingers to slurp your juices, moaning at your taste spreading through his tongue for the nth time that night—the ache in his jaw and numbness of his tongue is so worth it.

your arms and legs drop on the bed, your entire body trembling and boneless, completely spent for the night. your pussy and clit are aching and feeling so raw from all the activities that your boyfriend lead you through.

iwaizumi sighs in contentment as he laps up all your juices, eyes still as dark and hooded as before while he watches you, cheeks wet and messy with tears and that blissful look on your face, looking at him as you bite your lip. so cute, he thinks.

he maintains eye contact with you as he drops soft kisses on every part of your pussy (he always does this after eating you out, sort of thanking you for letting him please you the way he does).

he rubs your thighs and calves with calloused hands, making you whimper in relief from being held up for so long. there’s a smugness in his smile as his green eyes twinkle in amusement, watching you melt even more from his massage.

“i know exactly how you want me to give you head, baby. i just wanted to hear you say it.”

He didn’t wanna leave you with Eren, but you really wanted to get high, and not having any papers for the weed prompted a trip to the corner store. Jean asked, no— begged you to come with him, a despairing look dawning upon his face when you said no.

He didn’t wanna leave you with Eren, but you really wanted to get high, and not having any papers for the weed prompted a trip to the corner store. Jean asked, no— begged you to come with him, a despairing look dawning upon his face when you said no.

He didn’t wanna leave you with Eren, but you really wanted to get high, and not having any papers for the weed prompted a trip to the corner store. Jean asked, no— begged you to come with him, a despairing look dawning upon his face when you said no.

The reason he even had to leave in the first place almost made him want to facepalm himself; you usually come over to get high, but since Jean had no cigar papers he had to run the risk of going to the store to buy some, leaving you all alone with Eren.

Jean was a little intimidated by his roommate. Sure, he was larger in stature and had a strong build, but Eren’s naturally dominating aura was enough to make any man back down from him with those piercing green eyes and dead stare. Jean almost wouldn’t dare step to him in a one-on-one fight.

Even so, Eren couldn’t be trusted around you alone, therefore Jean needed to make sure he was by your side at all times in case his roommate was up to any funny business. He had to protect you from him at all costs, so what if it meant standing up to Eren?

As far as friendship went, he didn’t trust Eren as far as he could throw him. Eren was known to sleep with guy’s girlfriends, there was pretty much an entire arsenal of chicks that he had slept with who had happened to have a significant other. And Jean wasn’t going to let that happen to you, you weren’t going to be another body added to Eren’s list of girls that he could slut out. But knew Eren wouldn’t do anything you didn’t allow him to, and you’d never cheat on him, right?

Seemed like Jean was in for some bad news though, because when he opens the door to his room there you were, feet planted firmly on the ground and your hands on his knees for stability, bouncing up and down on Eren’s fat cock with a dumb little expression on your face.

You seemed to notice the sudden intrusion, because you looked up at Jean through lidded eyes in pleasure, a daft smile playing on your lips not seeming to care that your boyfriend quite literally caught you in the act.

“Jean, you’re back,” you smiled between moans, hips not stopping as you hump Eren’s cock. “We missed you, couldn’t wait for you to get back home”

The pack of beer he’s holding slips through his fingertips, hitting the ground in a loud crash leaving alcohol and shattered glass all over the floor.

Jean can’t move right now, and he doesn’t know if it’s from shock, disappointment, or seeing you get off on another guy’s dick. It’s shameful, watching him make you moan louder than he’s ever made you and Eren’s not even the one in control, it’s you. Using his cock like a dumb little slut.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?” his expression is indiscernible, not able to make out while he stands at the threshold of the room, puddles of the spilled beer collecting underneath his shoe and the crunching of broken glass.

This time Eren speaks up for you, you’re too dumb on his cock to even respond. “You can see nice and clear Jean, I don’t think it’s that hard to tell.”

He doesn’t know how to feel right now, a part of him is telling him that he should feel hurt, betrayed— but the other is telling him that it’s perfect porn material, watching his girlfriend cheat on him right in front of his eyes.

But he’s not even given time to register the scene in front of him before Eren’s dark voice is speaking to him from across the room. “Touch yourself,” his voice is bitter and demanding, and Jean can tell his words aren’t for you but for him. “I want you to see how much better I fuck your girl than you.”

Against his own will, there’s already a tent forming in his black sweatpants at Eren’s words, observing the way your tits jiggle and bounce with your violent movements as you let out a broken sob in tandem with your orgasm.

Still, Jean obediently reaches past the waistband of his sweats, hand fisting at his cock that’s leaking thick beads of precum at the slit.

Eren’s gives you no remorse despite your sensitivity, quickly and roughly shifting you onto the bed, pulling your limp body back by your hips so your back was arched prettily for him. You let out a whimper feeling the head of Eren’s cock pressing at the entrance of your pussy, already feeling overstimulated from your previous orgasm.

Eren’s eyes flicker up to Jean’s, ruthlessly pounding into your poor cunt while he watches him pathetically stroke his cock, forced to watch his girlfriend get turned into a slut by another guy.

“Yeah, stand there with your tiny dick and watch me fuck your girl” he shoots Jean a sinister smirk from across the room, deepening your arch by pressing your chest into the mattress hard to hit your most sensitive spots.

“Shit,” he breathes, almost like a chuckle when he fists your hair to pull you up, pleasured expression on display for him to see as he places wet kisses to your neck, harshly sucking bruises into the skin before his eyes flit back to Jean’s. “She just might be my girl when I’m finished with her.”

His heart sinks at that, and he doesn’t know if he should be worried or more turned on than he already is. “N-No, please” he moves his big hand up and down his length faster as tears well at the back of his eyes and his voice comes out small, quite unusual for him despite his intimidating build— he sounds and looks so pathetic, and Eren’s loving it.

Pride surges through Eren’s chest knowing that Jean is reaching his breaking point, that he’s probably successfully ruined another seemingly happy relationship.

Eren Jaeger wasn’t really into relationships, they just weren’t his cup of tea; he’d much rather be breaking them up instead. There happened to be someone you were talking to? Not anymore. You had a boyfriend? Perfect, he loved breaking up happy homes. He never had to do too much for some pussy anyway, just flash that pretty smile of his with those green eyes and girls would line up, panties dropped with their legs spread willingly.

Girls were like candy to him, each one unique in their own way but all the same similar to one another. They were all the same in his eyes, sure they’d resist at first, but they’d eventually give in. It didn’t matter how much you loved your boyfriend, no one could resist the wiles of Eren Jaeger. Girls like you were his favorite kind of candy, all sweet and innocent for show, but a dirty slut behind closed doors when given the chance— sour candy, he liked to call it.

“She’s dripping, so fucking wet. You ever get her this wet Jean?” he slows his pace inside you to a grind, an effort to tease both you and Jean. Seems like it worked though because Jean’s a blubbering mess, shaking his head no and fucking his hand on his cock fast while you’re begging Eren to fuck you harder.

Stealing guys’ girlfriends was like a game to him, he did it just for sport. He’d find a cute chick, lure her in under false pretenses that they’re friends before slowly progressing into more. He’d act as a security blanket, pretending he was a shoulder to cry on when you and your boyfriend had disagreements. He pretended to be a nice guy when really he was the worst of them all, everything he said and did was a deception.

Flirty ‘jokes’ and seductive smiles turned into lingering touches which always led to more. It was all apart of his process, and it worked like a charm every time.

Girls who had boyfriends usually put up more of a fight, he loved a good chase before they finally caved in, doing whatever he’d ask of them. But you, you were so fucking easy, jumping almost immediately at the opportunity of getting some cock. He had to admit, he loved a good little submissive girl he could bend to his every will every now and then.

And that’s how you ended up here, just another dumb little bitch added to Eren’s endless list of girls who he managed to seduce out of another man’s arms and into his bed— well, technically Jean’s bed.

But it wasn’t the sex that that gets him off. Deceiving doe eyed naive girls like you into his arms right from under their lovers was the real thrill, and seeing the look on Jean’s face right now only reminded him why he does this in the first place, it only made things all the more rewarding. Yeah Jean was his roommate, so what? No girl is off limits in Eren’s eyes, that includes family, friends, and yes, even roommates.

Your deafening screams only makes Eren drive himself into you harder in his power driven craze, a loud squelch filling the room each time he fucks into you. “Mmm, tell Jean how you’re feeling.” He coos into your ear, the hot feeling of his lips against your cheek almost enough to make you cum.

“Fuck, Jean. Eren feels so good inside me” your eyes shut tight, the feeling of his cock hitting your favorite spots.

Eren isn’t too pleased with your answer, because he’s tugging at the strands of your hair again, pulling it taut to fuck into you harder. “You can fucking do better that”

Shrill cries rip from your lungs, another orgasm coming over you as you clench hard around his cock, pressure in your tummy building.“ ‘s big, t-too big—” it’s a struggle to breathe as your high washes over you, words spilling from your mouth as Eren slips in and out of your cunt with ease.

“ ‘s bigger than yours Jean, c-can feel it in my tummy.” Jean looks down to where Eren’s fucking you and he can see it, a prominent bulge of his cock in your stomach and it causes him to reach his peak.

He’s letting out guttural groans as he shoots thick white ropes onto his hand and shirt, leaning against the wall in case his legs give out. It’s shameful because it’s the hardest he’s ever came, and it’s from watching you fuck another guy right in front of him.

Eren’s close to his orgasm too, still fucking you in spite of your oversensitivity. “I think I wanna cum inside her,” his eyes flit from you to Jean, a condescending smirk on his face. “What do you think about that Jean?” The look on his face is borderline desperate, and he’s stopped pumping his cock in his hand.

“N-No, don’t let him—”

“You want that? Want me to breed that cute pussy?” you feel Eren coo into your ear, grip on your hair still tight as your juices spray onto his cock and pelvis while shake your head dumbly, cunt fluttering around him.

That’s all it takes for Eren to release inside you, forcefully pushing your face into the bed by your hair, thick spurts of cum filling you as he chases his release. “Fuck, I just might get her pregnant.”

It would be his most bragable feat, completely ruining your relationship with a pregnancy Jean while stranding you as a single mother, miserable and alone to raise a child by yourself. The thought alone makes his dick throb. He hopes you get pregnant, he really fucking does.

He pulls out of you with a loud squelch, cum oozing from your stretched out pussy as he catches the liquid with his tongue, lapping it up before he pulls your fucked out body up by your hair. “Open,” he purses his lips together as you eagerly stick your tongue out, greedily swallowing Eren’s cum-spit mixture.

“You’re my bitch now.” his eyes are dark and possessive as you nod your head yes, too fucked out to even form a proper sentence. He’s not finished with you yet as he lets himself fall between the pillows, the tie of his bun loosening and stray hairs sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead as he pulls you on top of him, drooling cunt hovering above his cock.

It’s in this moment that you remember your boyfriend that’s behind you, the person who’s been watching this entire thing unfold. He looks so broken and you really do feel bad, but Eren’s cock was too good, even better than Jean’s! you weren’t gonna stop just because he found out.

“Jean ‘m really sorry, okay?” You shoot him a half apologetic look, all the while slipping Eren back inside you, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as you sink down slowly.

“But ‘m not gonna stop fucking him, like ever.”

Eren’s chest swells with satisfaction, he’s got you now. Another happy relationship ruined and a seemingly decent girl made into a slut. All girls really were the same at their core, dirty whores hiding behind a facade that would crumble when given the chance and boy, did he love it. Sour candy really was his favorite treat.

Kuroo loved the fact that you were smart. He loved the fact that you could debate and argue with him for hours on the most obscure topics. He love that you were always interested in his nerdy rambles and he found it adorable that you would sometimes go off on your own nerdy rambles. When he met you, he was so used to fucking brainless bimbos that he was surprised to find a girl that he both wanted to sleep with and have a conversation with. Your intellect was one of the many reasons he wanted to pursue a relationship with you beyond sex. One of the many reasons why he planned on marrying you.

Kuroo also loathed the fact that you were smart. Not loathed exactly. He just hated your stupid fucking degree. He hated the fact that it demanded so much of your time and energy that you sometimes had to put your studies before him. You wanted to be doctor, always wanted to apparently. You wanted it so bad he felt a little ashamed for how much it annoyed him.

But he didn’t understand it. You were going to be the wife of Kuroo Tetsurou, President of the Japan Volleyball Association. Is that not enough of an achievement?

 You didn’t seem to think so.

Now Kuroo’s not a misogynist by any means. If he were, he wouldn’t even let you get this stupid degree. He doesn’t want you to be some mindless Stepford Wife who only cooks and cleans and says “Yes, dear” “No, dear.” Of course he believes in equal rights and all that bullshit but he just doesn’t see any reason for you to work. Financially, there’s no need. More importantly, as his wife you would be too busy taking care of him, his home and his children for you to even thinking about having a job. He would let you get this degree purely for you to soothe your own ego, so you could feel like you’ve accomplished something.

And this is the fucking thanks he gets.

Coming home every day to see you hunched over the dining room table, 4 different textbooks open, papers scattered everywhere. He works hard every day to make a comfortable life for the two of you but asking to come home to a clean apartment and dinner on the stove is too much to ask apparently.

You don’t even register that he’s in the room until he places two large warm hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump, quickly soothed with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hi baby” he mutters against your scalp, gently massaging your shoulders.

“Hmm. Hi Tetsurou.” you turn your head to look at him, eyes bloodshot and bleary from staring at your computer all day.  “How was your day?”

“Same old.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “How’s it going here? Are we winning?” He glances at your notes, Intercranial mass lesions. Subarachnoid Haemorrhage. Spontaneous Intracerebral Haemorrhage. He wonders why you do this to yourself. Pretty things like you shouldn’t have to think.

You groan. “Not at all. This neuro final is gonna kick my ass.”

He chuckles, hands gently massaging your shoulders. “You say that every time and every time you ace it baby.”  Instead of asking you where his dinner is, he asks “Have you eaten today? What do you want for dinner?”

“ I’m not hungry Tetsu. You can order whatever you like.” He clenches his jaw in irritation. You can’t even be bothered to give him your full attention for 10 minutes? The man who works so hard so that you can afford to sit at home and study the whole day?

No.

He’ll get your attention one way or another.

“Angel,” he drops his voice an octave or two, leaning down so his mouth is pressed right against the shell of your ear. “How about you take a break yeah? Wanna help you relax.” He starts to kiss your neck. He hears your breath hitch. He’s got you. “You worked so hard today plus I reaaaaally miss you.”

With that he begins to leave wet kisses on your neck, feeling you melt into him. His hands move away from your shoulders, gently groping at your chest.

You suddenly go rigid. “Tetsu, not right now.” He doesn’t want you to know how pissed he is but he can’t help it, he groans in frustration. “I’m sorry,” you mutter weakly “I really need to get through these last 3 chapters.”

“Yeah right. Got it.” He storms off with a huff. He’s furious. Your little studious shtick has been nothing more than an irritation for him. But this is too far. He hasn’t come in a month, since you started prep for finals. You’ve been too busy to take care of him. You suggested porn and he laughed in your face. Why would he jerk off when you have a perfectly good pussy? Don’t be ridiculous.

“Tetsurou don’t be mad please.”

“Not mad baby. Keep studying. That’s important to you right?” He’s not convincing anyone but you don’t have the time or energy to engage.

You let out a heavy sigh before turning back to your laptop, falling back into studying like the whole interaction never happened. It made him even angrier. How you couldn’t care less about him right now.

“Just gonna watch some TV. That okay with you, love?” He says sounding sickly sweet, almost sarcastic. If you notice, you don’t make any mention of it.

“Mmhm. Just keep it down please.” You don’t even bother to fucking look at him. 

You don’t wanna pay attention to him? You want him to just jerk off? Fine then, have it your way. Kuroo throws himself down on the couch as he rips off his tie with a little more force than necessary.

This is petty.

He makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt.

This is childish.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his slacks down just far enough to take his soft dick out of his boxers.

 This is your fault.

 You pushed him to do this.

He takes his phone and uses his internet browser to take him to the first porn site he can think of. He doesn’t really care about the kind of video so “Busty blonde slut gets destroyed” seems like a good a choice as any. He clicks on the video and sets up his phone to mirror on the TV screen. With the volume about as loud as it can go, he presses play.

The loud exaggerated moans and gagging startle you. Your head shoots up and you see your boyfriend, lidded gaze fixed on the flat screen TV in front of him. He’s panting, letting out little moans. You crane your neck to see what he’s watching and you see on the TV a bleach blonde girl with massive tits being an absolute trooper as she gets facefucked relentlessly.

“Kuroo, what the fuck?” God he hates when you call him by his last name mostly because you only do that when you’re really annoyed at him.

“Hm? What is it baby?” Now it’s his turn to not even glance in your direction. He’s too focused on the way the girl on screen’s throat is bulging as the man thrusts into her mouth. Maybe he should watch porn more often.

“What are you doing?” He can hear the irritation building in your voice. He hears the chair scrape along the hardwood floor as you stand up to get a better look at him. He knows you can see exactly what he’s doing now.

He smirks, turning to look at you for just a split second before his attention is back to being on screen. “Watching ah fuck watching TV”. He starts to stroke himself faster now, knowing you’re watching him. He’s a little embarrassed by how turned on he is. Cock already rock hard, his tip bright red and shiny from leaking so much pre-cum.

“Do you have to do… that… here? I can’t concentrate.” You clench your fists and your sides.

Oh you’re pissed. But this isn’t exactly the reaction he wants from. He’ll make it work though.

“Not my problem babe. Shit.” He takes his free hand down to play with his swollen balls and god, if he weren’t so determined to dump this load inside you he might have come right then and there.

“Kuroo!” You shout. He’s still not looking at you. How could he when the girl on the screen is getting absolutely railed. He only hears the sound of your barefeet on the hardwood floor as you storm over to the couch. He’s not sure what your plan was when you decided to come over here, but it doesn’t even matter anymore because the second you’re close enough he yanks you by your wrist and forces you into his lap.

“Tetsu!” You thrash and struggle in his hold but it’s no use. He’s bigger and stronger than you.

He wraps his arm around your neck, pulling you into a chokehold. “Oh I’m Tetsu now?” he laughs bitterly

“Let me go! Please!” You still haven’t given up getting out of this, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Shut up. I want you to watch this.” He’s forcing you to look at the screen now. “Look at that yeah? Look at how she’s taking that big cock.”

A hard palm strikes you across your cheek. “Stop squirming and watch.”

The blonde woman is bent over a coffee table while the man behind her rams his dick into her without abandon. Kuroo can’t decide if he finds her whining hot or annoying.

“Looks like it feels good huh babe?” His head is buried in the crook of your neck. “Wanna make you feel good like that.” He places a quick kiss to your temple before pulling your t-shirt over your head, your bare chest now exposed to the cool air.

“Tetsu please.”

“Please what baby?”

Please let me go.

But the way he’s hands are gripping at your breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples, you can’t form any words. Only whimpers.

“Please make you feel good? That what you want baby?” He whispers as he slots his thigh between your legs.

“Yeah yeah please Tetsu.”

Kuroo has turned his focus onto your neck. Harsh sucks, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. He wants to laugh at how pathetic you are. Just a few minutes ago, you were adamant on ignoring his presence and now you’re writhing in his lap begging you to touch him.

“Really? I thought you needed to study.”

“No no no Tetsu, only need you.” Just a quickie. You’re both pent up. 10… 15 minutes tops. Then you’ll go back to studying. That’s what you tell yourself.

“That’s right baby.” He grips your hips and grinds you down on to his thigh. “I know exactly what you need.” You take your cue from him and begin riding his thigh, neurology notes long forgotten as he goes back to assaulting your neck. The combination of the sensation of your clothed clit rubbing against his thigh and visual stimulation of the explicit content on your TV makes you dizzy with pleasure.

Your movements become frantic. You’re practically humping his leg at this point. He knows you’re close which is why he wraps one arm around your torso, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby please.” You whine. Oh, you’re really crying now.

“Oh angel, you were gonna come just from that? Just from humping my thigh and watching some other bitch get eaten out? My angel must be so pent up huh?”

You can’t do anything except whimper and nod.

“Mmhm yeah my baby has been working too hard. Thinking too much. You’re too cute for that you know baby.”

You keep nodding, no idea what you’re actually agreeing to, too busy keening at the praise. You keep trying to move your hips but he just tightens his hold.

“It’s okay though baby I know how to take care of you. Your man knows how to turn off that little brain of yours.”

His hand slides into you shorts, fingers pressing on to your clit over the top of your soaked panties. The moan you let out might rival the porn star on screen, who now by the way, is riding the face of her co-star while she sucks his cock.

He slips his other hand into your panties and starts rubbing quick “Yeah that’s it. Feel good babe?” You melt into his chest. “Yes Tetsu! So good!”

Kuroo pushes his long middle finger into your dripping hole. So tight and warm, he has to bite back a moan of his own. A few slow pumps, before he lets his index finger enter you as well. He’s done going slow now, he starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb brushing over your clit every now and then.

You were so close before, it takes almost no effort on Kuroo’s part to get you there again. You throw your head back on to his shoulder, muscles tensing in anticipation of your impending release. “Tets- gonna cum, gonna cu-“ The second you feel the waves of your orgasm crash on to you, Kuroo has his hands off you entirely, reaching for the remote and turning off the explicit movie.

Ruined. He ruined your orgasm.

You open your eyes and you see Kuroo looking every bit the smug bastard and your own teary eyed reflection in the black screen. “Tetsurou… Why? Why would you-“ You can’t even get the sentence out before he delivers a harsh smack to your clit.

“You think you deserve to come?” A large hand wraps tight around your throat as he lets out a humourless laugh. “You’re stupider than I thought.”

“No Tetsu ‘m not stupid” You manage to rasp out but that just makes him squeeze even tighter.

“What was that? I thought I heard a stupid bitch say something.”

You claw at his had trying to get air into your lungs but Kuroo doesn’t budge.

“Please! Sorry! Please!” is all you can manage to get out. Just as you start to see spots, Kuroo lets go.

Airways burning, you sputter out a “thank you” but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. “You’re sorry? Show me how fucking sorry you are.” He’s shoves you on to the floor unceremoniously.

While Kuroo removes his slacks and boxers, you try to compose yourself. You know what’s coming but first you need to stop coughing and stop crying. After a minute of deep breathing, you open your eyes and find yourself face to face with Kuroo’s monster cock.

And you’re not exaggerating. The thing is terrifying. Long and girthy, the biggest you’ve ever seen.  He’s unbelievably hard with bulging veins, the tip almost purple with arousal. You’re mesmerised by it. 

Perhaps the only thing scarier than his dick right now is the man attached to it. He’s staring down at you with so much condescension, small smirk playing on his lips. He wraps his hand around his thick base. “You good princess? Get to it.” He tuts.

You place one of your hands on his throbbing member as you tentatively stick out your tongue to lick at his tip where pre-cum is dribbling out. You slowly start to stroke him up and down as you swirl your tongue around the head. Kuroo is being kind, letting you go slow. If you think he’s doing this for your benefit, you’re mistaken. He wants to take his time with this. More importantly, he’s got about a month’s worth of cum stored up in his balls and he wants to make sure that every single drop goes inside your little cunt.

You take what you can fit (just less than half) into your mouth, lips stretched wide around his dick, the head is poking at the back of your throat while your hands work the rest of his shaft. You look up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He can tell by the way you’re looking at him you want him to know how sorry you are.

It’s cute.

He grabs you by your hair and pulls you off of him. ”Aw baby, that’s it? I thought you were sorry.” 

A mixture of saliva and pre-cum dribbles down your chin. “Tetsu I am sorry. I’m so sorry!” You whimper.

“Yeah?” Kuroo whispers. His grip on your hair tightens as he tilts your head up to look at him. You stare up at your boyfriend, as he bends down to kiss you. Again, it’s surprisingly gentle but is quickly contrasted with the way he uses the other hand to grab your face, squeezing harshly to make you pucker your lips and keep your mouth open.

He smiles down at you, almost lovingly before he puckers his lips as well, letting a fat glob of spit drop from his mouth into yours.

It’s gross. It’s degrading. It’s cruel.

And that’s why you swallow it down almost immediately, without being asked. 

“Good girl” He whispers and gives you a kiss on the nose as a reward. The simple praise shoots straight to your pussy and now you’re greedy for more.

Kuroo leans back and assumes his previous position but this time flexing his elbows and putting his hands behind his head. He’s still wearing his dress shirt, unbuttoned so you can admire his delicious torso. Toned and tanned with the trail of dark hair running all the way to his groin. He looks completely relaxed with his eyes closed and for a moment you find yourself enamored by how stunning he is. How stunning your man is. You want to please him now more than ever. You want him to call you his good girl again. You steady yourself on your knees and prepare for the task at hand

You start off with a few shallow bobs on his cock. Then you take a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of him in your throat as you can. “Holy shit.”  He breathes out. His hips thrust up reflexively while you try to suppress your own reflex, trying to keep him has deep as possible for as long as possible. You’ve had lots of practice deepthroating your boyfriend’s dick but somehow it hasn’t gotten any easier.

You pull off of him but not completely, just enough to open up your airway to let much needed air into your burning lungs. You twist your hands around the exposed part of him. You look up at him and he’s giving you that fond smile again and it makes your heart swell in your chest. It’s all the motivation you need to take him back into your throat. Again you take him as far as you can but there’s still a good inch or so that you can’t take no matter how hard you try.

“Aw baby you need some help?” Kuroo coos from above you. You look up at him with big watery eyes and nod as best you can with his dick lodged in your oesophagus. He lets out a hum. “Anything for my baby.” He places one of his large hands on the back of your head and pushes you down until your nose meets his pelvis.

Your throat muscles are spasming around the impossibly large, impossibly deep intrusion but Kuroo keeps you there, seemingly reveling in your gags. Your drool dribbles from your lips, down his balls on to the black leather of the couch. You try breathing through your nose but you struggle. However, your discomfort is completely eclipsed by Kuroo’s moans and grunts. If it makes him feel good you’ll keep him in there as long as he wants. You’ll let him thrust into your mouth until he comes if he so choses.

Lucky for you, that’s not what he wants tonight.

You pulls you off his dick by once again but slowly this time. He watches the string of drool that connects your lips and drags you away until it snaps. He take his heavy shaft and slaps it against your right cheek. You let out a gasp and a smirk starts to play on his lips. Before you know it he’s smacking and dragging his cock all over your face, covering you in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. “God damn. Prettiest fuckin’ girl in the world right here on her knees for me.” He says as he leans back to admire his handiwork.  “Open” he says. You obey without hesitation and he spits in your mouth again.

You swallow eagerly. “Thank you Tetsuro.” Your throat feels raw but you smile at him, absolutely giddy, nonetheless.

“Get up here, pretty girl.” Kuroo helps you to your feet and shimmy out of your bottoms before guiding you on to his lap so you’re straddling him. Immediately two of his fingers are inside you again, your slick cunt offering no resistance whatsoever. “You know angel, I’m still not sure how sorry you actually are.” He’s scissoring his fingers, stretching out your walls. If he were a different man, he’d thrust into you right now without any prep but he sees how fucked out you already are, there’s no need to punish you any further. His fingers move at a tortuous pace, squelching as he thrusts them in and out of you.

You’re panting. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

The slow drag of his fingers grazing that spot inside you as he pulls out makes your eyes flutter shut. When you open them again, Kuroo is holding the same fingers in front of your face. Your boyfriend keeps is hazel eyes locked on yours as he sticks out his tongue to lick up the arousal soaking his digits.

“Hmm ‘course you will.” He slaps his fat cockhead on your sensitive clit making you squeal.

He drags his tip from your clit to your dripping slit over and over again getting it nice and wet.

You chant “Tetsu please” like some twisted prayer. You desperately want to make up for your earlier ruined orgasm.

“Wanna see you bounce on my cock, angel.”

You oblige him wordlessly, taking hold of his shaft and lining in him up with your entrance. You slowly lower yourself on to him wincing at the way he stretches you out. The prep was minimal and his fingers are no match for the size of his cock. You have to stop to breathe and blink away tears. You lift up your hips and lower yourself down slowly again, taking a little more of him inside you. You repeat the process a couple more times.

As much as watching your struggle to take his cock strokes his ego, Kuroo is growing bored. It’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Kuroo grips your hips and takes you by surprise as he thrusts up into you, making you take the whole thing. You let out a shrill cry as the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix. A heavy smack lands on your ass. “I said bounce angel.”

“So big Tetsu fuck. So big.” You whine as he pulls you up, before he sheaths his dick fully inside you, making you shriek for a second time.

God you could be such a crybaby sometimes. You were starting to piss him off again.  He pulls out of you completely and says “Turn around.”

“Tetsu no please! Wanna see you.” You pout, your eyes welling up with tears.

Another smack. This time across your face. You reach up to touch the sore skin on your cheek, it feels hot. “Don’t talk back to me you stupid slut.”

You whimper but obey his command. You don’t want Kuroo to be angry at you.

“Now sit on it.” He spanks you another time before gripping your ass and guiding his cock into you until your ass meets his groin.

Playtime is over.

Kuroo slips his hands under your thighs, grabbing the back of your knees and folding your body in half. Now he’s really fucking you. His thrusts are rough, cock knocking against your cervix repeatedly as he sinks himself into your sopping cunt over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the squelching of your dripping pussy make for the lewdest symphony you’ve ever heard. 

“Tetsurou ‘m close. Please” you cry. The way his dick is rubbing against your sweet spot means you won’t last long.

“No.”

Despite his denial, he doesn’t ease up on his thrusts. You’re trying to concentrate on holding back your orgasm but honestly you can’t concentrate on anything except Kuroo pistoning his fat cock in and out of you.

“Look at you.” You see your reflection in the black TV screen. “You see that?” He gives one particularly hard thrust to emphasise his point. “Fucked stupid huh?”

“Yeah Tetsu Yeah.” It’s no mirror but you can see all that you need to. You see your boyfriend using your body like a fleshlight, thrusting up into you at a relentless pace. You see your cunt split open on his cock. You see yourself being completely and utterly owned by him.

“My girl is such a fucking whore huh? My own personal porn star.”

“Need to cum nnggh let me cum please.” You’re teetering so close to the edge and Kuroo’s filthy mouth is not helping your situation in the slightest.

“Why should I let you cum hm? You’re so good when you’re desperate. Think I should keep you like this.”

“Please Tetsu. Please. Wanna be good! Wanna be your good girl Testu! Wanna take care of you! Please.”

He likes the way that sounds.

His good girl. His wife. His. His. His.

“Cum for me angel. Cum. Right now.” He says, lips pressed against your ear.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. With the way he’s pounding his dick into your tight little pussy you have no choice but to spiral into orgasm. Your pussy spasms around his cock, pulling him deeper inside you. The hot coil in your tummy that’s been building unravels and the bliss hits you so hard you see starts. Kuroo keeps fucking up into you as you cream around him. As you come down, you go limp in his arms. That doesn’t stop him from using you though.

His grip around your thighs tightens and that’s how you know he’s getting close. “You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take this fat fucking load? Yeah? Take all of it deep in your cunt?” He growls right into your ear.

“Tetsu gimme pleasepleaseplease” You beg him as you cry from overstimulation, barely able to form the words.

“Take it. Take it. Fuck!” He growls as he shoots his load right into your tight, gooey pussy. You feel his hot cum fill up your womb and the sensation is so overwhelming it makes you go cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of your mouth. He grunts, still rutting into you through his orgasm. When he’s done he pulls out of you, smiling as he watches his cum leak out of your spent hole.

Kuroo loves the fact that you’re smart. But when you’re like this? Absolutely cum drunk, eyes glazed, body covered in bruises and willing to do anything he asks you to? He fucking adores you like this.

“Go take care of dinner princess, then your man is gonna take care of you some more.” He swats you on your ass.

You giggle and let your wobbly legs carry you to the kitchen with your boyfriend’s cum running down between your thighs, thoughts of your upcoming final completely fucked out of your head.

Along with every other thought not revolving around your future husband.

“What do you want?” The grip loosened a tad so you could talk. 

“Hit me.” Firm fingers smacked your cheek. Everything went out of focus. Spit drizzled from your mouth. You sought Daddy’s face with no luck. Your wet eyes closed as you begged, “Harder.” It came again, weakening your muscles and voice to near nothing,  “Daddy, please, harder. Hurt me, more. Beat me. Abuse me. Violate me for being naughty, Daddy. Rape me. Rape me, Daddy. I deserve-”

“Red.” The solid yet distant word fuzzed every way. You couldn’t find his face. But you could feel his heat move from your body.

“Sho-” you whimpered, unable to catch your breath.

“I’m right here.” Heat settled beside you. Your name reached your ears, sounding tender and concerned, gently hushing the masochism. A hand stroked your chest. You grabbed for it, winding your fingers with his. “I’m right here. Take some deep breaths. In through the nose. Out through the mouth.”

Tears formed and fell when fresh air filled your lungs. 

“Just like that.” He droned your name with your breaths, kissing away the tears between each whisper. Fingers traced from your temple to your still-soaking-with-spit jaw. Wanting to be completely enveloped, you burrowed into his neck. Faint cologne, warmth, and his touch were the foundation for your emotions to settle.

Once not as distraught, you realized what you had been asking for. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Don’t worry about that. Focus on your breathing for me.”

“No, Shouta, I’m sorry for saying that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and I don’t even know why I… I’m just sorry. I’m sorry.”

He felt your forehead, then kissed it. “It’s okay. My concern was you. You were crying and didn’t look like yourself.”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. He kissed your forehead, again and again, whispering, “I only want you safe and comfortable. I love you.” Arms circled, not releasing until you were consoled.

Yamada Hizashi

“Deeper. All the way in.”

With spread legs, you dropped onto the dildo, showing Daddy just how wet and swollen you were, leaking onto the sheets.

“I said all the way.” Fingers latched into and hands pushed your hips down. You moaned for him, trying to steal one little kiss. It wasn’t too much to ask. But he leaned away, clicking his tongue. “You’ve been misbehaving. No kisses for you. Now up, all the way.”

He kept his hold on your hips as you rose. Nails dug at every sensitive part, so intensely, too harshly.

Daddy ordered, “Sit.”

You stuffed yourself in one plunge. But your heart plunged farther. His next command didn’t stick. You heard it but didn’t hear it. Blond hair moved through a fog. Your body stopped listening, leaving you anchored on the dildo, limply twitching to and fro. No sound came from your throat. Praying Daddy saw your distress, you lamely snapped three times.

Hands lifted you off the toy. It slicked out loudly, flopping to the bed. Hizashi paid it no mind, wrapping his arms tight around you, embracing you and your quivering muscles. He reassured you, “It’s alright, baby. We’re all done with that. Are you hurt?”

“No, I- No. No.” A few tears escaped.

Lip softly lifted them from your skin. “Was it too much, too fast?”

You nodded.

“Oh, honey.” His chest thrummed with a cooing, calming hum. 

In spite of laying on him, he felt beyond your reach, floating far away. He couldn’t leave you. He was the only one able to make you feel everything you feel. To keep him close, you clawed his sides. Graceful fingers kneaded your back. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.”

His shoulder muffled your whines.

In response, Hizashi kissed over the side of your face, praising, “You know, I’m so proud of you for using the signal when you needed it. I’m so proud of you, and I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“My baby, Daddy’s got you.” A plush blanket covered your bodies. Humming shaped into a quiet lullaby, soothing your nerves and trembling. You curled up as small as possible, loving how his arms and legs protected you from the world.

Gang Orca

“Da- ddy- ple- e- ease-” you panted between thrusts. His body came down heavier and heavier, all but forcing the wind from you. The claws on your thighs tightened, pricking your skin, keeping you open for his viewing pleasure.

Your orgasm was approaching fast, making you twist and mewl. His thumb hooked your bottom teeth and pulled your jaw down. “You don’t get to cum yet.”

“Please, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

“You can and you will.”

His force and ruling ignited you more than his thrusts. Thoughts stopped coming. No sensations toyed your nerves other than hot. Not even when he sunk every inch of the way, pushing against your cervix for, what should be, glorious gratification. But you couldn’t. Frozen and helpless, you could only watch him fuck your useless body. 

The word wasn’t coming to mind. What was it? Why couldn’t you remember? You needed it. You desperately needed it. 

Something wet licked you. “If you forgot, your word is pineapple. It’s there if you need it.”

“Pineapple,” you cried.

That instant, you were emptied and shifted around. A blanket touched your shoulders. You shoved it away. “I can’t. It’s hot. It’s really hot, Kugo. I can’t…”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

Arms embraced, lifted, and carried you. Rubbery-like skin could only cool you so much. Lights switching on made you nuzzle against him despite all the fire crawling inside. But the sound of running water was relaxing. You were still hiding in him when it rained, not ice-sharp, but cool enough to abate the flare.

“Is it too cold?”

“‘S good,” you mumbled, bundling up on his thighs, rubbing his chest as the shower doused your naked bodies.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. I- Everything just got so hot. I couldn’t feel anything.” Your breath stumbled. 

“Shh, you’re safe now.” Kugo returned the gesture by stroking your arm and back. Dense wetness lapped along you, cleaning the bites on your shoulder and bruises on your neck. It flowed calmly: tasted gently: searched lightly for more injuries.

The claws that pinched now coddled you, guiding soap across your skin. It washed away the last kindling coals. It also left you numb and drained. You rested on his arm, content to sleep right there.