𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔'𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖞

ony was no dummy first of all. he noticed how you were suddenly never home, coming back in late or not at all. he knew you knew nothing of him and connie’s beef, but that was more of a reason to put an end to this shit. connie was just using you to get under ony’s skin. fucking with him? that’s cool. putting his little sister in the middle? connie must have been asking to be put in a body bag. you and connie been talking on the low for month. he knew you were off limits and still pursued you. you were a pretty little thing with your shit put together, he knew he was only ruining you, but that boy couldn’t keep himself away from you. ony made it clear that you were to never mess with that nigga again. yet with a little anonymous tip from one of his homeboys, he knew you were still disobeying him.

he called you up when he was making drops, all of the calls going right to voicemail. so he left you a nice message. “answer this fucking phone now y/n. by the time i’m done out here you better be home or imma find you myself, and if i find out you with that nigga imma fuck both of y’all up.”

he was right about one thing… you were with that nigga.

in nothing but a lace thong at that, that was pulled to the side while connie was plunging himself into your wet pussy. both of you high as a kite with your phones chucked across the room on silent. “that’s right mami, get that shit.” connie’s low, hooded eyes looked down at the way your ass was clapping on him, his pretty fucking baby. your pussy was sucking his shit all crazy while he sealed his blunt with another lick. nothing felt better than something that was so wrong. “creamin all on me, you love this dick huh ma?” you nodded but connie wanted to hear words, he wanted to hear how he was making you feel. he sat his blunt down on the tray next to you, putting his leg up and hitting the deepest part of you.

“oh shiiit con yes! yes pa i love it!” he had that pussy full of his heavy dick, abusing your cervix and digging his fingertips into your thick hips. your pussy left a sticky trail of slick every time you bounced your ass on him. the squelch and squeeze of your cunt had connie folding, his grunts and moans getting more persistent.

“ahh shit– pussy look pretty asshit wit my dick in it.” he pulled himself back, removing his entire length and leaving you with just the tip to bounce on. without warning his cock slammed right back into you, fucking you with more force than before. you were looking for something to hold onto, anything. your hands clawed at his sheets, trying to escape his grasp but he bought you right back. “where you going ma? i’m not done wit you yet.”

“pa– why you fucking me like this!” you yelped when he pulled you back by your lace. just like he said, he wasn’t done with you. connie flipped you around and put your legs over his broad shoulders, the cold jewelry around your ankle grazing him. “connie no, no please–” you pleaded, he didn’t care about all your lil false acts though. he positioned himself at your entrance, your slick and nut from all those orgasms had him slipping inside you easily.

“take that shit baby, that’s right. squeeze that slutty ass pussy on me.” his hands had a firm grip underneath, your juicy ass spilling through his fingers. “you cummin for me right ma? you gon gimme that shit, want my dick covered in all that cream mami.”

“i’m so close connn, ouuuu keep fucking me like that daddy!” connie’s lips tugged you into a heated kiss, hand already rubbing circles on your clit. your legs shook and wrapped around connie’s neck, toes curling when you finally were cumming viciously. the pulse of your pussy had connie spilling inside of you too, your fluids creating a cute little mixture. “made a lil mess pa…” both of you glanced down at the thick, white cream oozing from your hole. that was enough to get connie hard again but he was gonna chill off you, he ruined that pussy enough tonight.

“you did good mami. gotta get you home now, cmon.”

“i wanna stay though, let me stay tonight.”

“nah, got shit to do babygirl.”

“like what? you never even tell me shit…” nothing was more important than you. connie would never, and could never tell you about what he had going on when you weren’t with him. he couldn’t have his naive baby knowing about the dangerous shit he be doing. after he dropped you off he was bouta go make some quick drops, but he also had to go spin somebody’s block who owed him some money. you watched him pull on his sweats, tucking his gun into his waistband and hiding it with a white tee over top. “oh i know, all that gang banging shit is more important to you.” you turned away from him when he tried to give you a kiss.

“mama don’t be like that… you know i got shit to do.”

“fine constance, you gon come get me from class and make it up to me then?”

“you know i will pretty. now come on get dressed and chill with that government.” his hand gave you a heavy slap on the ass. you slipped your mini skirt back on and stuffed all of your shit back in your mcm bag, a gift from connie of course. he sped through the streets, getting you home in record time. you didn’t even realize what you were about to walk into when you got home. once you stepped in the door ony was already on his shit.

“oh you home finally? only took you a couple days.”

“onyankapon, don’t start with me. i’m tired.” you started your way up the stairs but he was still at it.

“don’t see that nigga again. you really lost yo fucking mind y/n.” that had you turning around. “ion even know why you home, you should be in that fucking dorm that i’m spending way too much money on.”

“it’s the weekend, i can’t come home on weekends now?” you crossed your arms. he hated having to speak to you like you were still a kid. he thought you should be smarter than this. “i wish you would treat me like a fucking adult, i’ll talk to whoever i want to!” you rolled your eyes, being done with replying to him. you made sure he heard the way you slammed your door, throwing your stuff down on the bed and screaming into your pillows.

“i won’t treat you like an adult with that fucking attitude!” this is the result of giving you whatever you wanted, now you felt entitled to everything, even what was bad for you. ony didn’t want to make it seem like he had a problem with you dating, it was just who you were dating. after some thought he felt like he was too harsh on you with no explanation. he decided to be the bigger person, giving you a few minutes to cool off before he was knocking at your door. “y/n.”

“go away ony.”

“i got a blunt.” that definitely had you swinging your door open, letting him into your room. you refused to look at your brother though, thinking his stupid face would annoy you and make you punch him in it.

“you always have the same way of saying sorry.” ony ran his lighter over the wood, taking the first hit then passing it off to you.

“because i know you’re a drug addict.” he flinched before you could even get your hands on him, chuckling to himself because he knew your every move so well. “you know y/n, i don’t say shit for no reason.”

“i know.” you mumbled.

“and i’m sorry if you felt like i was being a dick just to be one, but connie is not someone you want to be involved with.”

“i feel safe with him though, he’s really sweet to me ony. as much as i beg, he doesn’t involve me in his shit anyways.”

ony sighed. “even if it’s unintentional he can still get you hurt. just promise me you’ll stay away from him. focus on yourself, getting that degree.” you knew your brother just wanted the best for you. he did a lot for you too, it was only right that you do him this favor. even if it meant never speaking to connie again. he put out his pinkie, and even though hesitated you still locked yours around it to seal your promise.

after cutting connie off with no warning, a month or so went by. you were just focusing on school and spending time with some friends, curving any nigga in your path because they just weren’t him. months without seeing him, you wanted to cave. you wanted to know how he was doing, what he was doing, shit if he was even still alive with the lifestyle he was leading. connie wondered the same about you. there wasn’t a day that passed where he wasn’t thinking about you, but he had shit to do. so did you. oh and trust he definitely sent you a few rage texts before accepting you two were over.

con 💞

where you been at? y/n stop being funny

imma scoop you lmk if your brother home

oh two weeks? baby it’s like that? 😂

remember that shawty, i’ll see you

“sasha who all going to this kickback? you know?” you asked your friend on the other line. you and your bitches were getting ready to go out, as you did every weekend. you threw on something simple, doing some soft makeup and fixing up your newest lace. you loved your girls nights but a thought in the back of your mind was lingering on connie, desperately wanting to run into him. you knew those types of things weren’t what he was interested in though, too many people wanted to see that man hurt. he couldn’t give them that type of access.

“i know eren going, armin too and jean. con told me he might slide.” you froze at the mention of his name.

“huh? connie?”

“i know right?! that boy doesn’t go to anything.”

“might though, might doesn’t mean he’ll be there.”

nah, might definitely meant he’d be there. after months you finally saw connie in the flesh, standing up against his car rolling up with jean. loud music blared around you, everyone faded and drunk around you had you wanting to do the same. you were being pulled over to take shots and throw ass when connie saw you slide past him, stopping what he was doing and putting his focus on you. he didn’t know how someone could steadily get prettier but damn. you looked better in person, he missed this, he missed you. stalking your insta didn’t give him the same affect as seeing you in person like this. “yo, that’s y/n?” he nudged jean.

“better chill, you know her brother always around here lurking.”

“mmcht. hold this i’ll be back.”

he moved through crowds of drunk people, losing you and spotting you over and over until he saw you laughing with some friends and sipping on a blue wine cooler. he didn’t care at this point, not about your brother, not about any of your lil friends knowing, that boy just wanted to see you. you saw your friends looking behind you as if they saw a goddamn ghost. then a pair of arms snaking around your waist, you looked down, knowing the tattoos that blessed those hands and arms.

“damn mami, what you don’t love me no more?”

“con–”

“nah baby cmere, let me talk to you real quick.” your heart raced, looking back at your friends and mouthing a sorry to them as he pulled you towards his car. it was safe to say that no talking was being done. instead your head was thrown back, hands sliding down the foggy windows as connie fucked you with those tatted fingers. you tried pushing his head back but connie wasn’t having all that running shit right now. you were gonna take it since you thought it was okay to leave him in the dark for months. tears from the stimulation bubbled in your eyes, some of the nastiest moans and noises coming from your mouth too. “whatchu cryin for? we talking right ma? getting down to the bottom of this shit.” he dipped in between your thighs, spitting on your sensitive clit. one hand curling inside of you as his other rubbed circles around your bud.

“con, fuck fuck fuck! chi–chill out!”

“who the fuck you talking to? chill out? make this pussy cream on my fingers and i might chill out, go ‘head.” his speed turned inhumane. your hands were gripping on your titties, feeling numb from the way he was fucking you. wasn’t long before he saw cum dripping from that worn out hole. it was still nice and tight just how he left it. he knew you wasn’t dumb enough to give his pussy away. “can’t believe you mami, kept me away from what’s mine? for what? cause yo bitch ass brother don’t like me? he can come see me then.”

“pa you gonna get me in trouble. we can’t do this.”

“why? cause i sell weed and tote guns, because i kill people? that mean i don’t deserve your love?” his words were going right back to your pussy, getting you soaked all over again. you sighed, finally hearing what you wanted from him after so long. “do i scare you ma? so much that we can’t be together?”

“connie my brother–”

“fuck yo brother, i don’t wanna here about that motherfucka, i just want you back babygirl. i know you miss me.” you watched him pull his cock from the boxers restraining them, the flushed muscle oozing with pre cum at the tip. he wasn’t telling a single lie. you missed him badly, wanting to feel him deep inside of you. you moved onto your knees and wrapped your lips around his fat cock. he held your hair back for you like the gentleman he was. “i know you missed this too.” he grabbed himself firmly.

you were never gods strongest to begin with, this man had you folding already. “i did papi, only dick that can get me nutting.” you kissed his tip, hand wrapped around his thick shaft while pumping your saliva down it, getting the entire thing coated so it could slip in and out of your mouth more easily. he smirked, knowing he taught you how to take him all those months ago. “my bad, got my lip gloss on the tip.” you giggled.

his smile was warm, laughs aligning with your own. “you good baby.” wiping your tears away and leaving a trail of kisses down his miscellaneous veins. you stuck your tongue out, slapping his cock on it and swirling the warm, wet muscle around his tip. finally you were deepthroating him, the ring in your nose touching his pelvis. your head started bobbing viciously, making the lewdest sounds on his cock. he jerked his hips forward to make his dick hit the back of that tight throat. “fffuck mami, that mouth treating me so good,” connie bit down on his lip so hard that he could taste the blood seeping through. how could you ever leave him so deprived of not only your love but your mouth too? that was going way too far. he loved this hole but right now he needed his favorite one. “need you on top baby, come put that pussy on me.”

you climbed over him, looking him in the eyes as you positioned him at your hole. he held on tight to your love handles, bringing you down slowly on him. your eyes rolled at the stretch which was a feeling unfamiliar to you since you were practically celibate without connie around. “con ‘s too much, bigger than i remember,” you whine while gripping on his shoulders for support. he cradled you in his arms until you gained up some momentum to fuck him on your own. you could feel his length bulging in your stomach every time you rocked your hips on it.

“take it how you used to, i know my slut still in there.” you were fucked him on your own now, clapping that wet pussy on him. your hands were everywhere on him, down his inked up chest and around his decked out neck, gripping on his gold chains. “Coño de culo apretado mami,” he whispered against you neck. he left you a beautiful litter of hickies that you’d have to hide from ony later on. once he put his lips on yours it was a wrap for both of you. his tongue slid inside, encasing his needy moans with your mouth. the kisses were straight up disgusting, spit mixing and seeping down your chins.

“i’m cumming, i miss nutting for you papi,” you slurred, cock drunk and too fucked out to say anything sane. “won’t leave you again, want this dick forever.”

“i know mama, pull that shit again and i’ll kill you and any motherfucka after me you hear me?” his hand locked around your throat and he started fucking you stupid, making you go nearly brain dead with his rough thrusts. that dick slammed into you and made you release all that stress on him. all the times you craved him, needed his touch, wanted to feel him in every part of you, it all came undone. “heard me? you gon die before you leave me again, now go tell yo brother that– ahh shit ma, cummin–” he started babbling out words of possession disguised as romantic sayings. he was right. you’d rather die anyways than not be with him.

“fuck yes papi, you the only one baby, only you!” his arms were tight around you, hugging you and rutting up into you to chase his climax. soon he spilled into you, filling that filthy hole up with a pretty cream pie. he pulled out of you and held you above him to watch his nut drip back onto his cock. you were the prettiest to him when you were leaking with his seed. he stared in awe and pushed all that cum back in between your folds with his fingers. “you missed me that much connie?”

“enough to put my child in you? yeah i did.”

you knew someone from that party had definitely ratted, because ony was calling your phone nonstop. you asked connie to just drop you back at your dorm because you weren’t dealing with his shit tonight. he made another stop after sending you off, being face to face with your brother after they both tried shooting each others brains out. their beef was some silly shit, a territorial thing. connie never put shit past anybody, yet here he was for your sake ready to make amends with ony. “what the fuck you here for? tell me why i shouldn’t put a bullet in you right now?” ony was fuming, all his efforts for you to stay away from connie were tarnished.

“i wanna squash this shit for her. i’m done.”

“we not squashing shit. i don’t play about her connie,” his reflexes had him pulling his loaded gun from his waistband, clocking it back and pressing that cold barrel to connie’s head. he been in this situation too many times to be scared, connie welcomed death with open arms, and he was willing to die over you right now. “i told you to leave her the fuck alone didn’t i?” he said through gritted teeth.

“imma be straight up with you, i can’t. i know she’s too good for me, that’s why i wanna be better for her.” his voice trembled because his love for you was so deep. “she got me wanting out, from all this. i’m just asking for yo blessing, please. you need me on my knees or something?” ony still had his finger on that trigger, desperately wanting to pull it. but they both had one thing in common.

they loved you more than they hated each other.

ony could never see you hurt like that. he couldn’t bear to be the cause of that hurt either. it took a lot for him to lower his gun but gradually he did. none of his opps walked free, if they did a bullet was pierced somewhere else through them. it was a first for him. “that’s my baby sister, i raised her. she all i got and imma make sure she don’t ever have to turn to this shit, so if some shit happen to her i won’t hesitate next time.”

“i don’t bring her around any of that, never have never will. i’m done with it, i care more about her than flipping. you got my word bro, if i ever hurt her or got her hurt i wouldn’t want you to hesitate anyways. so we cool?” connie put his hand out for ony to dap.

“… we cool.” he sighed deeply and pulled connie in for a quick shake. “her spoiled ass always get what she want. go be with her, you know she a crybaby.” at least ony had someone to shit talk you with now.

“don’t even get me started man. got a fucking mouth on her too.”

ony chuckled. “that’s my fault, she get that from me.”

So he lifts his hips up to pull down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free and he wraps his hand around it. He hesitates shortly. He feels guilty, perverse even for what he is about to do. But when his palm drags slowly along his length Gojo feels relief spreading through his body. The urge to get a release clouding his mind. 

He loves it when you touch him, fleeting and shy, as if you’re testing the waters. But now he would love nothing more than to have your pretty, delicate hand wrapped around his throbbing dick, pumping into his swollen, flushed tip.

He lets his head fall back against the backrest, closing his eyes so he can picture you better. He imagines it is your warm palm that drags along his shaft. In his fantasy you’re kneeling between his spread legs. You’re peering up at him, your eyes observing him thoroughly as you fasten the movement.

Gojo increases his pace, suppressing a groan that dares to slip past his lips. He imagines you lowering your head, taking him into your mouth. He just knows you would be amazing at sucking him off; your cheeks hollowing to suck on the tip of his head before you take all of him inside. He imagines it’s your mouth instead of his hand that wraps around his dick. Fuck, you would look so beautiful with your plush lips around him, looking up at him through your batted lashes. A low groan rips past his lips as he feels a bead of pre-cum sliding down his length. He spreads it, coating his dick.

He imagines you bobbing your head, his hand nestling into your hair to guide you. “Such a good girl,” he mutters to himself. He sees your face in front of his eyes; the tears daring to spill over as you deepthroat his dick, the look of pure devotion in your hazy eyes. He sees the string of spit connecting you to his glistening cock when you pull away to catch your breath. Gojo increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip. 

His motions comes to an abrupt halt when he feels a familiar energy approaching. He shallowly lets his hand drag along his length when he hears the knock on his door. Shit. He perks up and opens his eyes. Gojo lets out a shuddered breath when he hears your voice from the other side of the door. His dick twitches in his hand and he tightens his grasp, almost punishingly, when he hears his name dropping from your lips.

And just for a short second he debates whether to just let you come in. To just let you see what you do to him. You would find him, his legs spread on the couch, his hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes half-lidded and his dick almost painfully throbbing in his large hand to get a release. His desperate state; all because of you.

But he doesn’t. “I’m busy. Come back later,” he calls out and hopes that you can’t hear the yearning in his voice. Because he isn’t sure if he would rather have you coming in, finding him like this. You call out an okay, and he still hears your retreating steps as he resumes his movement. 

He lets his head fall back again and imagines that you came into his office. The look on your face, your flustered expressions and wide eyes as you find him jerking off to the thought of you. Satoru feels his orgasm nearing as he wonders what you would do to him; maybe helping him, jerking him off yourself. Or how you would wrap your mouth around him. Or maybe you would lose all your clothes, allowing him to watch you as you play with your tits before your hands glide lower down your body. 

A deep groan rips past his parted lips and he concentrates on his sensitive tip as he wonders how your pussy would look and how it would feel as you lower yourself on his dick, inch for inch. His hips jerk up into his hand, two, three times before he tips over the edge. He groans as he imagines plunging his cock deep inside of you.

Gojo curses under his breath as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble slightly as his hot, white cum shoots out of him. He jerks through it until he is left panting breathlessly and the drag of his hand is almost unbearable. Then he opens his eyes, watching the mess he made, a clear indicator that he must do something about this attraction towards you. Because he knows; next time he won’t be able to say no if you knock on his door.

Kento Nanami

It’s one of these late evenings again where Nanami is glad that he decided to stay longer at work. The office is vacant, the space only dimly lit, as he stares straight ahead into his computer screen, trying desperately to concentrate on the numbers in front of him. But he can’t. He is tired and his eyes always dart back to you.

You both are the only ones that have stayed behind, continuing to work. He loves when that happens, because then he can observe you more openly. And he can see you like the other colleagues can’t; a little more relaxed, a little less composed. This might be one of the reasons why Nanami loves staying so late; working longer than the others just to see you in this state, admiring your features as the dim lights paint you in a luminous glow.

You sit on the desk in front of him, slightly to the right. He watches you work like that, your beautiful hands flying over the keyboard. He gets lost for a few seconds; watching you put your hair up, exposing your long neck to him before you stand up. You turn around, slight surprise in your eyes as you catch him looking at you. You shoot him a small smile “I’ll be right back,” you whisper before you walk out the door. 

Nanami smoothes his hand over his face, letting out a long sigh. He really shouldn’t be such a creep. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But his tiredness wears him down, making his mind slow. He resumes his work and only looks up when he hears you coming back. 

And when his eyes find you he’s afraid that they are about to plop out of his head. At first he thinks he is imagining it but after a few seconds he is sure that he isn’t. Even in the gloomy light he can see that you must have taken off your bra. Fuck. He tries not to stare, but he can’t tear his eyes away from your tits bouncing ever so slightly, your nipples outlined against the sheer material of your blouse. 

Nanami clears his throat, his gaze trailing up to your face. You catch his eyes and there it is again; that sweet smile of yours. And even through the darkness he sees the glint in your eyes. Do you know what you do to him? Do you do this on purpose? His tired mind is too bleary to process what this would entail. 

He tries to concentrate back on his work, this time not letting his eyes trail back to you. And after a few minutes he sees you moving from the corner of his eye. He perks up and sees you putting on your coat. You turn back around to him and he isn’t sure if he is only imagining the disappointment in your eyes. You’re probably just tired. “I’m heading home now. Are you staying?” You ask him.

Nanami clears his throat. “Yes, just a few more hours. I have to finish something.”

You nod, smiling at him. “Alright. Don’t overwork yourself, Nanami,” you mutter. He shoots you a small smile before you turn back around and leave.

He leans back in his chair when you have vanished. You really are going to be the death of him. He always tries to stay respectful; not once has he ever actively thought about you when he was touching himself. Every time he thinks about you in that way he scolds himself, feeling so guilty. He is a gentleman, through and through, and he shouldn’t do something like that. 

But now he is just so tired. And so riled up from watching you. As he tugs down his pants and boxers he promises himself that this will be the first and the last time. This now will be the only time he will allow himself to indulge in the dirty thoughts he has about you. 

Nanami closes his eyes, exhaling deeply as his hand wraps around his hard cock. He moves his hand up and down his length, slowly and thoroughly. He sees you in front of his eyes; sitting so prettily under his deck as you take his dick inside of your mouth. Your enticing eyes would look up into his as you let your tongue glide along the underside of his dick. 

“Just like that,” he mutters to himself as he imagines you hollowing your cheeks, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes as you try to accommodate everything into your mouth.

Nanami increases his pace, smearing his pre-cum over his length as he imagines you bent over his desk. He would tug up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side to reveal your beautiful pussy to him. And then he imagines sinking into you, wondering how your walls would feel when they welcome him, warm and wet. 

And then he would glide out of you again, watching your pretty pussy gush around his cock. His hand jerks his cock faster now, mimicking how he would pound into you. He sees your beautiful ass, jiggling with every one of his hard thrust. He feels his orgasm nearing, his flushed tip increasingly sensitive.

And he just imagines the sinful noises filling up the desk; the lewd, squelching sound of your dripping pussy and your breathless moans and whimpers. Your name slips past his lips and he groans quietly, as his thighs tremble. 

Nanami is too wrapped up in his fantasy to notice the elevator dinging. He only perks up when he hears your sweet voice calling his name. And at first he thinks you’re calling out his name in his dream but then he sees your silhouette leaning against the frame of the door.

He is on the verge of cumming and he can’t help it, because then his name falls from your lips again. Your voice is soft and full of aspiration and the sound of it makes him go feral. He always loves when you say his name. But now that his hand is wrapped around his dick this alluring sound alone pushes him over the edge. Nanami loses any kind of shame. He cums, hard.

He tries his best to stay silent and struggles to keep his face straight. And as his mind is clouded he desperately hopes you can’t see anything. His dick twitches in his hand as the hot cum coats his fist white, dripping down his thick shaft and his balls. He hopes you don’t hear the quiet curse falling from his parted lips. He hurriedly lets his pulsating cock fall heavy against his thigh. 

Nanami hears your voice and tries desperately to comprehend your words. But he still feels like he is wrapped in cotton, the lust cursing through his veins like honey. You ask him something, if he knows where your phone or keys are or something like this. His gaze is still a little hazy as he watches you walking further into the room. Your eyes widen slightly when you notice his half-lidded eyes fixed on you, almost deliriously.

“I didn’t see anything,” he mutters, his voice is strained and hoarse as he answers you.

“Uhm…Are you okay?” You ask, your face is painted with worry, as your eyes trail over his flustered face. 

No, he obviously isn’t fucking okay. He is far from it. Because now after he has thought about you he knows, no other fantasies will compare to the ones he has about you. 

Choso: 

“Thanks for letting me stay over,” you thank Choso before you say goodbye and head home. He mutters a goodbye and closes the door behind you. His walk is sluggish as he plops himself back on the couch. He buries his face in his hands, before he opens his eyes again. And then he sees it; the shirt he has lent you to sleep in. It’s placed right next to him, folded together neatly. 

A smile tugs at his lips as he thinks about how tidy you always are. He noticed that since a few months; you often creep into his mind and a smile appears on his lips like he is in love with you. But he isn’t of course. You’re just his friend. You two are friends. 

And when he lays in bed, late at night and he tosses and turns you often appear in his thoughts. He knows he shouldn’t do what he does then; moving his hand to palm his cock, ashamedly thinking of you. He always feels bad after he comes down from his high. He is sure he shouldn’t think about his friend in that way. 

And now his eyes are fixed on the shirt laying next to him. Choso can’t help wondering if you wore something underneath. He’s pretty sure that you weren’t. Just your panties and his t-shirt. He gulps. And before he knows it the shirt is in his hand. The material is soft, worn in from him. And now from you as well. His cheeks burn from the slight shame he feels but his hand moves nonetheless. 

He presses the material to his face, inhaling the scent. Your scent. He can smell you clearly. And now you come alive in his imagination, Choso remembers how you looked wearing his shirt. The loose fit not able to conceal your tits or the curve of your ass.

And without warning his cock strains against his sweatpants. He sighs and he proceeds like he always does, tugging his pants down hurriedly, just to get this over with. He is disappointed at himself for failing like this again, for failing to stop this sexual attraction he feels for you. He wraps his hand around his cock, almost angrily. 

He curses under his breath as he drags his fist up and down his cock, pumping into his swollen tip. He watches himself doing so for a few seconds. Then his thumb drags across his slit to collect the pre cum to smear it over his swollen tip. 

He imagines you laying here in his lap, his large hands coming down on your ass, again and again. He would continue spanking you until the red mark of his hand can be seen clearly. And then he would plunge his fingers inside of your pussy, feeling how wet you are. He would tell you how dirty you are for getting so wet, asking you if you do this with all of your friends. A groan rips past his slack jaw as he imagines fingering you slow and teasingly. His calloused fingers rubbing your sensitive clit until you beg him to finally fuck you. But he won’t; he will take his time with you. 

Choso increases the pace of his hand, urging himself closer to his orgasm. He thinks about you squirming in his lap as he thrusts his long fingers inside of you, again and again. He nearly feels your plush walls spasming around him, as you drip all over his fingers, even coating his wrist with your arousal. And he will continue to tease your clit until he has you gushing and whining. 

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he mutters, as if you were actually there with him.

And in his fantasies you look at him with beseeching eyes, wanting him to finally pound into you. Choso imagines sinking inside of you, bottoming out, feeling you wrap around his leaking cock so heavenly. And he would fuck you deep into the mattress, your drool staining the fabric dark until his name is the only thing that you can moan. 

A whimper falls from his parted lips, the image of you screaming his name pushing him over the edge. His fist squeezes his cock impossibly tighter and with two fast pumps he cums. A deep groan falls from his lips, alongside your name, drawn out in a moan, like it so often does when he orgasms. His dark eyes fix on his hand, watching thick beads of cum sliding down his length, his hot cum dripping down his twitching balls. 

He chokes on a moan when he continuous to pump into his overly sensitive tip, smearing his cum messily all over his hand and throbbing dick. He shallowly thrusts up into his fist to ride out his high, not being able to let go of the thoughts about you. That is until he grits his teeth, hissing and whining quietly from the overstimulation. 

And you would probably not recognize your friend like that; his dark hair disheveled, his flustered face and the lust-drunk look in his eyes borderline feral. Normally, Choso is calm and collected, sometimes even withdrawn. But when he thinks about you like that he can’t keep himself quiet. At night or at day there are comments and sounds slipping past his lips he could never utter to you in real life, lewd, lecherous words. Desperate moans, breathless whimpers, choked groans as he gets lost in his depraved fantasies about you and your body, imagining drawing one orgasm from you after another. 

And when he comes down from his high, his clouded mind slowly turning back to his normal state, he feels the guilt again. He grimaces at his soiled hand. He should stop with that, he really should. But Choso already knows; he simply can’t.

it was fine, really. you weren't mad; you know that no one owes you anything and that the plans you'd made last week were a spur of the moment mention anyways, once you had discovered that your favorite collection of slasher movies had been uploaded to netflix. you throw your feet up onto the coffee table as you sit down, thumbs typing out a quick 'no worries, i didn't pick up a costume so you guys have fun.'

"ill just watch them by myself.." you mumble, tossing your phone aside onto the couch cushions and grabbing your tv remote. you point it, finger poised over the button to press play on the first installment of the series, only, you feel your phone buzz with another message. you lazily drag your eyes over to the screen as it was still on, your heart immediately thumping in your chest at the words displayed in the group chat.

yeager bomb: 'ill come.'

"holy shit." you can't even contain the curse that emits from your lips, his first text quickly being followed by another, 'see you in 10'

"holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" you repeat yourself in a panicked frenzy, jumping from your couch and immediately running to your bedroom. the cheesy halloween pj's you had been wearing are nearly ripped from your body and tossed across the room, dresser drawers yanked open with such force you weren't sure how they didn't manage to fall out. you quickly settle for a simple outfit, a black crop top and black spandex shorts. you keep on your fuzzy halloween socks with little pumpkins, said articles slipping across your wooden floors as you pace like a maniac.

you had completely forgotten about eren, somehow or another the thought of eren being the only one to show up had never crossed your mind and boy, were you fucking nervous. the heels of your hands grind into your eyes before your fingers run through your hair, your heart pounding a mile a minute. the last time you'd been alone with eren, at a fourth of july party only a few months back, you had kissed. you told yourself it wasn't anything serious— a harmless kiss made by two people who had drunk entirely too much booze.

just calm down is what you keep telling yourself, phone shaking in your hands as you type out a response. it was only a little crush, something silly you had harbored for your best friend over the last few years while telling yourself that it's not like he would like you back anyways. the kiss however, made things much more complicated; you and eren were shying away from each other at every possible opportunity.

you bite you lip, pressing send on your message, 'okay (: bring a pizza.'

by the time you hear eren knocking at your front door, you'd managed to apply mascara and lip gloss, and even style your hair cutely. he notices right off the bat, as soon as you open the door his ears are immediately flushed from how pretty you look, eyes bright and lashes fluttering as you invite him in with sweetly plumped lips. as you lead him towards the living room, he could almost swear you were swaying your hips oh so sensually on purpose.

"why didn't you go to the party?" you ask, glancing at him from over your shoulder as you collect the popcorn and some drinks from the kitchen. you can't help but wonder if he came here for a reason, the thought dancing in the back of your mind.

eren's already gotten into the pizza, gooey strings of cheese stretching from it as he pulls out a slice, "i didn't have a costume either." he admits, gazing at you for what feels like entirely too long before looking back down at the ridiculously greasy slice of pizza in his hands, lips pursing together.

it's not like he was going to admit that he wanted to be alone with you again, that ever since that night he had been pining for you just as you were for him. that he'd been fisting his cock in cold showers after hanging out with the group every single time, just from a few passing glances of your face and maybe a moment that your cleavage had shown, or you had brushed close to him when moving past.

kicking his feet up on the table, he leans back into the cushions, "what are we watchin'?" you fumble with the tv remote, pressing a random button to refresh the page from the current idle screensaver, "oh, uh scream. that okay?" you glance to him, licking your lips before swallowing dryly. eren gulps down the large bite of pizza in his mouth, pointing towards the tv with a greasy finger. "course, you remember when i dressed up as ghostface last year?"

eren remembered vividly— but not because of his own costume, but because of yours. you and sasha had dressed up as a matching pair of a devil and an angel, an entirely classic costume idea.. but the way that red mini skirt gripped at your hips and the way that pointed, heart clip on tail swayed behind you with every movement was a scene he simply couldn't erase from his mind.

you hold back a giggle, biting at the tip of your thumb, "oh yeah! you scared the shit out of armin when you came out of the bathroom." you feel your stomach swirling with excitement and nervousness all in one, as close as the two of you were as friends, you couldn't stop your heart from skipping a beat as he looked at you with beryl colored irises, tawny lips pulled into to a handsome smile as you reminisced together.

you scoot back onto the couch, swinging your legs and placing your feet in his lap with a snicker, hands fiddling with the remote in your hands. you look down to your lap, a foot pressing into his thigh. "hey, ren..?" you speak softly, the abbreviation of his name catching his attention almost instantly. he could only recall one previous time you'd called him that, your voice shaky over the phone as you had asked him to pick you up from a local restaurant after being stood up for a date.

"yeah?" he's finished his pizza by now, hands gripping one of your feet and playing with the fuzzy cotton of your sock. eren gives you his full, undivided attention, admiring every detail of your face as he waits for you to speak. your lips press together, and you almost want to say nevermind and turn your attention back to the tv, but the attentive look drawn on eren's features encourages you. "i just.." you release a sigh, wiggling your toes his his hands, "wanted to say thank you for coming. i figured id be alone tonight, but you pulled through."

there's that pretty smile eren adores playing on your lips, and he can't help but mirror it, his fingers slipping just beneath the ankle of your sock to tickle at the side of your foot. "thank me? you know i wouldn't miss it for the world, you're my best friend." he pulls the elastic of your sock, allowing it to pop against your skin, "now get over here, i'm fuckin' freezing."

ignoring the dull sting against your ankle you shuffle over towards him, pressing play on the movie and setting the remote down. it wasn't weird to be so close to eren— the two of you had done this countless times before yet, the thumping of your heart is heard clearly by both you and him. he can't help but glance over towards you as you come near, scooting until you're shoulder to shoulder.

there's a certain thickness in the atmosphere as you guide your eyes to the television, both of you wanting each other yet neither of you making a move. eren had come for a reason— your shared friends encouraging him to watch the movies with you by himself because they were all aware of the feelings you had for each other. watching the two of you avoid each other in that desperate, lovey dovey way was painstakingly agonizing for them. they'd pushed eren to cross that imaginary line drawn in the dirt that separated you two.

dully, the movie plays behind your loud thoughts, churning within your brain. you can barely focus, the way eren had smiled at you and spoken to you making you all the more flustered. you felt just as you did that summer night, when his lips had pressed against yours so deeply and the bitter taste of alcohol transferred from him to you. it ended as fast as it began, sasha and connie rounding the corner all loud and rowdy with jello shots in hand. you and eren shared a final passing glance, before melding back into the party.

beside you, eren had come to a similar consensus. with a balmy hand, he places it on your thigh, turning to face you in the dimly lit apartment, with only the tv illuminating his features. "[name], can i be honest?" you'd switched your attention from the movie towards him at an embarrassing speed, shifting in your seat just slightly to get closer to him. you don't trust your voice, so you only nod then ghost your hands over his, a fingertip tracing his rough knuckles. his hand feels hot against your exposed skin, and it makes you want to squirm.

"ever since the kiss.." he starts, and you can suddenly hear your heart beating behind your ear drums, your eyes wide and guileless as you look at him. eren feels it— when your thighs press together just slightly and this only pushes him further, his confidence growing stronger. "i couldn't stop fuckin' thinking about you." it's as if the world around you is drowning out, the movie playing yet you can't hear it, only moving pictures in your peripheral vision. "all the time, driving me crazy.."

your breath hitches as he suddenly nears closer to you, close enough that you can feel his breath fan across your frontispiece. your bottom lip quivers just barely before parting, "me too.. i missed you, ren." with your every word, you nearly keen from the way his hand caresses your thigh, slowly inching closer and closer to the heat that spreads rapidly between your thighs. his fingertips meet with the fabric that shields your cunt from him, sticky to the touch already. he hums, eyes flickering up towards you with laze.

"yeah? thinking bout me makes you like this?" you spread your legs at his touch without even thinking, and eren sneers at your eagerness, rubbing his fingers even deeper into your clothed folds. even through your shorts and panties, you soak his digits, and that's enough of an answer to him. "ive barely even touched you, [name]." eren's chin juts up just slightly, that arrogant look you've known for years playing on his face.

"it's been awhile.." you admit shyly, averting your gaze away from him. eren cups your heat firmly, "then it's my job to take good care of you, isn't it?"

this time, you build up the courage to make a move, leaning forward to press your lips against his. it's soft at first, barely grazing together but eren grasps you with his free hand, long fingers spraying over your cheek and touching your hair as he pulls you in deeper, closer. you're both desperate for more, your hand gripping his shirt in a balled up fist and the other finding purchase on his bun, all his hair tied up in one spot being the perfect anchor to hold on to.

there's a quick moment when you part your lips to heave in a shaky breath, and eren steals yet another kiss from you, delving his tongue into your mouth with a low groan. you absent-mindedly tug his hair once more and eren finds himself leaning back with lustful eyes, that dull pain with each yank turning him on more and more. "you keep on doing that and i'm gonna have to teach you a lesson."

eren guides you from the couch to the bedroom with ease, knowing the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand. he can smell you on every blanket and pillow, the place where you lay your head each night.. the place where you might've even touched yourself thinking of him. eren could jump out of his clothes right now and lose himself, but he holds himself together for a bit longer while he's peeling your shorts down your legs.

pink flushes the apples of his cheeks at the sight, your plush legs spread open just for him, wetness seeping through the material of your panties and that bashful look on your face as you gaze at him. you drag your eyes over every inch of him, admiring his body even though he's fully clothed and you aren't. you stare especially long at the obvious bulge beneath his sweatpants, a pout forming on your glossed lips. you rub your foot over it with a whine as eren pulls off your panties, fingers pressed to your entrance and ready to slide in.

he pauses, glancing down to where you rub against him then back up to you, another smirk playing on his lips. "what?" eren already knows, but he'd much rather hear you say it. hear that sultry voice of yours telling him how *bad* you want him. your brows are pinched together, knees knocking into each other out of bashfulness as you look up him, eyelashes batting softly, "need you now, ren. can't wait."

eren feels his cock twitch, throbbing within his confines and he knows just as well as you do that neither of you could wait any longer. he tugs off his shirt while you work at sliding his pants down to his knees and soon his hands join yours with his boxers, cock swaying once it's free of his pants. one hand meets the plush of the mattress as he leans forward, shimmying out of his pants and letting his other hand slide up your side. there's no time to take off your shirt, so he hikes it up above your tits.

eren cups one firmly, his hips finding their way between your legs. like a magnet his glaring red cockhead presses flush against your entrance, and before you can manage to sputter out even a sound he's crashing his lips onto yours, thumb ghosting over your nipple. your fingers feel cool against his stomach as you glide them over, following that trail of hairs that lead you right on down to where you want him the most. your touch is soft, nearly hesitant with clammy fingers wrapping around his shaft and guiding it into your awaiting, inviting walls.

you both let out a sigh of unison at the feeling, your juices coating him and allowing him to slide with ease. "fuck—!" eren seethes through his teeth as he bottoms out, both hands hooking beneath your knees and folding you up nice and wide. you cry out, fingernails painting red lines across his flesh with every inch that stretches you out. your foreheads press together as the kiss ends, and eren keeps his eyes trained to where the two of you are connected, watching as he pulls his hips back just to drop them back down firmly.

the length of his cock makes you squirm, hips shying away from the way he bullies against your cervix already. eren grunts, releasing your legs to instead grab both of your wrists and pull them down flatly against your stomach. he braces down with this grip, his hips picking up a quick pace while rolling into you skillfully. you can do nothing but take it, and eren watches the way your pretty little eyes fill with tears. they spill over onto your round cheeks, and eren thinks you just look absolutely stunning this way.

to see you crying for him, with your lips gaped and brows furrowed together while you take him in again and again is enough to make him cum already, but he once more, wills himself to keep it together. he's not ready for this to end, and he intends to savor you for a bit longer.

eren jackhammers into you, and you find yourself wondering how you ever lived with out him fucking you like this up until now. how he somehow knows your body like the two of you have done this before, easily finding that spot inside of you that makes your entire body spasm, walls clenching around him sporadically, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands as you let out a wail of warning.

eren choses to release one of your hands in order to rub against your clit with his thumb and work you through your sudden orgasm, watching with amused eyes as your body shudders and shakes. eren looks too good— and you can't help but crane your neck upwards, lips pooching towards him to ask for another kiss. with you looking like that, sweet and plush just for him he could never say no. he'd have to save it for another day because he's coming undone, leaning down to claim your lips as his.

"yes, yes" you cry out in a whisper just before his lips touch yours, legs tightening around his taut waist and your walls tightening even more. eren's hips stall momentarily as he reaches his pinnacle, only moving once more to pump you full with his release. you can feel his cock throb one last time, and this is what brings you to your orgasm once more. you whimper sloppily against his lips, holding onto his shoulders with an iron grip.

you feel your legs fall, relaxing from the position you had locked eren in. eren has other ideas however, long fingers clasping around your neck and tilting your head back just slightly to meet his gaze.

"one more time for me, yeah?"