~vee~

Issei has you bent over the edge of the bed, his big, warm hands running over your sides and your hips soothingly, lips kissing away at the curve of your back to help distract you from the stretch.

The thing is, he knows he’s big. Knows from the way the rest of the Seijoh 4 gasped and laughed and made jokes about his cock killing somebody when they gpt too drunk and did a dick measuring contest. Knows from the way most people only take half of him before they’re wildly tapping at his hips and pushing at his abs to make him pull out. Knows from the way your pretty, sparkling eyes widened when he slid his boxers down after making you orgasm on his skilled tongue for the nth time.

You whimper and grip at the dark sheets of his bed when the first half slides into you, fitting snugly. Issei does a soft shhh, his hand coming down on top of your fingers, thumb running over your knuckles.

“I knooow, baby.” he coos, admiring how your skin breaks out in goosebumps, how your perfect lips pop open, your eyes screwed shut, “It’s a lot to take, huh?”

“…A lot.” you parrot, already almost braindead to the world. You never knew someone could have such a huge dick. The thing betwen Issei’s legs was something only found in porn or a perticularly intimidating dildo that your friends would point out at a sex shop jokingly.

“Yeeah, sweetheart’s cunt is too small for my dick?” Issei continues to tease, trying to bite down his smirk when you whine after he pushes another inch in, “Can you say, ah, big streeetch?”

Your eyebrows pull together in confusion, lips opening and closing, trying to find your words. Issei’s eyes look down to where the two of you are connected, how your cunt is struggling to accomodate his dick, how your body trembles involuntarily.

“Bi-big stretch.” You manage to repeat as your voice breaks into an abrupt scream of his name as Issei slams home in one harsh thrust.

He doesn’t move, just stays there, calloused fingers slithering underneath your body, rubbing at your sensitive clit, making you whine.

“Like ripping off a bandaid, huh?” Issei jokes, his frree hand running down your hair in a gesture that’s supposes to be soothing.

“Fu-fucking asshole.” you murmur, blinking away the spots dancing across your vision.

Even if the pain is there, even if he’s not even moving, his cock is big enough to hit all the right spots. Life was definitely unfair sometimes.

“Yeah, yeah, hold on tight, baby.”

“Wha-“

Your words are knocked out of you as Issei pulls out until only the tip of his dick is left inside of you, admiring the way your clear juices are making his skin glitsen in the low light and slams back inside, his hips smacking against your ass, the noises of skin againsy skin ringing our throghout the bedroom.

Issei sets a steady pace, his toned body falling over yours, skin hot and flushed and sweaty. You can’t even find it within yourself to mind the weight, just moaning and whining and scrambling to hold onto something.

Issei’s fingers accidentely slip off of your clit, and he actually gasps. Before your drowsy mind can conjure up a question, or a complaint, he’s dropping to the floor, not even pulling out as you land on top of him, crying out when his cock goes even deeper at the new angle, the tip brushing against your cervix.

Your head tosses back against his shoulder, before he gets his breathing under control, grabbing your chin and making you look down.

“Look. Fucking look how deep I am.”

Right underneath your belly button, there’s an bulge protruding. Unmistakably him.

“Holy fucking shit.” Issei pants, shaky hands grabbing on your hips, maneuvering you like a puppet on his cock, slamming all the way down, as if he can’t leave even an inch of his cock bare of the warm comfort of your pussy, “Holyyyy fucking shit, I’m never letting you go, baby.”

“fucking bitch!” you felt sharp pain knock you down, holding your stomach as the other man came and gave you another kick to the back. the wind knocked out of you allowed the men to easily hold you down on the ground. you were completely vulnerable, the only thing you could do was scream for help. over and over…

your mind was fuzzy, you couldn’t stop your tears, trying your best to kick your legs out, only to receive a sharp slap across your face. “stay fucking still,” the hand covering your mouth allowed you to bite his finger, causing the man to hiss in pain, his hand bleeding.

you could barely see, your vision black….calm down calm down…i can’t see I can’t see—don’t touch me. get off me….what’s going to happen after? I want to go home! your ears stung, someone was screaming…I can’t breathe…why does my throat hurt?

you hadn’t realized that the one screaming was you— a gentle hand touched your face. flinching back, throwing your arms out, screaming—

“hey! it’s me! y/n! it’s me,” the familiar voice had you blinking. I can’t—I can’t breathe…a sudden wave knocked you over, filling your eyes with fat tears, letting out a broken sob.

“t…to…toji,” you couldn’t stop your tears anymore, breaking down completely, letting the man pull you into his embrace, his arms secure around your waist as he held the back of your head, allowing you to sob into his chest. he held you close, his own eyes bloodshot as he tried to stabilize his own breathing. holding you close to hide his own body shaking.

your vision was blocked by his body, not allowing you to notice what he’d done minutes ago to the two animals that lay dead on the ground. a black car coming with a few men you’d thought you’ve seen before…..

it was your first time living away from home, or off campus, you’d dormed your first two years, but decided to finally get an apartment, not wanting to deal with roommates anymore. it was a big step forward, but you were excited…maybe too excited.

“why isn’t the door opening?!” you grumbled to yourself, wiggling the door handle over and over, jiggling the handle—

the door suddenly swung open, causing you to stumble back, tripping on your bag you’d stupidly placed right behind your feet, knocking your head against the half wall behind you with a loud thud.

“fucks going on here?” a deep voice snapped. you were grumbling to yourself, rubbing your head in pain, eyes slowly trailing up the black sweats hanging loosely on the stranger, going up to the black sweater accentuating his broad shoulders until you were finally met with the dark green eyes staring back at you. “don’t want any ads—“ he goes to close the door.

your body quickly struggling to get up, reaching out with a loud, “wait!”

his brows quirked, seeing you kneeling down in front of his door. who even is this?

“it says this is my apartment,” you turn your paper that the land lord gave you just a couple minutes ago. scribbled very messy in the corner is room 406

he reached out taking the paper to read. this allowed you some time to look over the stranger. he was quite intimidating. a shadow looming over him as if he was something you should definitely not associate with. he was a bit older then you, maybe a couple years or so. he didn’t have any wrinkles, but his face looked tired. eyes downcast, hair disheveled. what caught your attention though was the multiple cuts on his knuckles and the scar in the corner of his lip. was he part of a gang?

that didn’t stop your eyes from wandering a little more. you’d definitely never approach him willingly on the streets, yet you couldn’t stop the heat crawling up your neck. he was much bigger then anyone you’ve ever met. if you squint just a tiny bit you could see the subtle bulge—

“anyone taught you manners, kid?” your eyes snapped up, face burning from embarrassment,

you gasp. “I’m not a kid—how old are you—“

“older than you,” he quipped with a sly grin, handing you back the paper.

“the land lord’s almost 90, the new apartment is 407, he must’ve forgot,” he watched as your brows pinched together, looking down at your paper. why were you so focused, and you still haven’t gotten up from your position on the floor. cute.

“oh, ah!” your hand slaps over your mouth, head shooting up as you apologized, over and over. I’m so sorry, I must’ve been knocking like crazy! it’s all my fault! I didn’t mean to bother you!

the only thing that stopped your frantic words was the warm hand on your head. your gaze meeting the deep green eyes. stunned, your lips parted a bit too cutely for him to handle. he couldn’t help himself. he was squatting at your height, petting your cute little head because you were getting all panicky over something so silly.

“don’t worry about it,” his words went straight into your chest, your eyes practically seeing hearts. he’s so nice! you were so wrong about him, you like his warm hand.

“moving in on yer own?” he asked, immediately noticing how jittery you’re getting, how cute.

you quickly tell him that the moving guys are downstairs, which you quickly come to regret since he removed his hand from your head to look over the side of the tokyo apartment building to see the small moving truck below.

“that’s good, it seems that everything’s sorted out,” he moved to go back inside his apartment, only to feel a small hand around his wrist. a small rush filled his chest, why did he hear his heart skip? he had to listen. once he looked under his arm, the almost 26 year old, felt his heart jump. your bright eyes looking up at him.

both hands holding his wrist, unknowingly squeezing your pretty tits up just for him to see. the little gloss on your wet lips had him feeling a certain way. all he could think of was petting your head as he helped you swallow his fat girth. he could read you perfectly, he knew your pretty eyes would fill with tears, it’s too big, but he’d still praise your pretty head off just for you to get all excited and continue slobbering all over him until his dick would twitch and—

“l/n y/n, it’s nice to meet you…” you gave a respectful nod, before looking up waiting desperately to find out who your kind neighbor’s name is. not once did your hand leave his wrist.

“toji.” nothing further said, yet he felt his heart beat a bit too loudly when he saw your pretty hair fly up a bit like some ghibli movie, you were too excited.

“toji-san,” you repeated the name to feel how it sounded on your lips, not realizing that it too gave the man a similar reaction. his cheeks dusting a light pink as he felt a strain in his loose sweats. how could she be even cuter?

the encounter was not the only one you had with the mysterious man. you often heard him coming back to his apt at odd hours of the night. sometimes when you’d be buying a drink at the vending machine, you’d hear toji on the phone arguing. he tended to do that a lot. some encounters he’d have gave you the creeps. what does he do?

you obviously didn’t voice it, but you enjoyed running into him during your late night convenience store runs. you used to think it was a fun coincidence, but now it was something you looked forward to every Tuesday and Friday night’s. I guess you both needed something during these days..

“toji!” the man looked up hearing your voice. you smiled brightly jogging up to him in your big hoodie and little pajama shorts, his eyes took a quick glance at your bare legs. the small heat in his chest made him avert his gaze, but he waited allowing you to come over to him before he pushed off the fence and walked with you to the store.

“how was classes?” toji had a habit of asking about your classes. you never voiced this to him, but you knew he was really interested….

“what’re you working on?” toji sat across from you in your little apartment living room. you’d invited him saying you made too much food and he quickly took up the offer, not refusing a free meal.

“physics,” you mumble, mind focused on your problem as you leaned against your arm writing down the formula. toji was silent as he watched you, eating every couple of seconds only to pause, infatuation consuming him as he watched your eyes dart around the page as he followed along with your equation.

“is it fun?” he could see the intrigue, your eyes lighting up as you looked up, nodding your head.

“i get stuck sometimes, but when I figure out the equation it’s really fun!” you gush, cheeks dusting with excitement. toji blinked, biting his smile as he snorted.

“nerd,” his reply only had you taking fake offense.

as annoying and bothersome your neighbor could be. he had his own way of being considerate and subtly asking how you’re doing. you can’t help the butterflies it sets off. he doesn’t like talking about personal matters, yet always asks how you are.

toji, however, didn’t need a single thing from the store. but he began to notice your late night runs once you’d first moved in a semester and a half ago, which he really did not like. he began accompanying you because though Japan is considered a pretty safe country, it’s still not a guarantee, especially this late at night and in this neighborhood.

“why can’t you wait until the morning?” he’d ask you repeatedly, you’d come down for things that you wouldn’t even need that very night.

“cuz I’ll forget by the morning,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. he hated how you do most of your errands at night, he hated it even more when he’d see you coming back late to your apt. but what can he do? you’re an adult, of course you’re free to do as you pleased. but that didn’t stop his stomach for turning.

the man’s eyes were focused on you, as you headed back in the direction of your building. you were going on and on about something that toji probably wouldn’t even care about if it was anyone else. but he enjoyed listening to you, he couldn’t help it when you were telling him about how your professor was praising you for your hard work and his hand was suddenly placed on your head. you stopped moving, blinking wide.

“you’re pretty smart, aren’t ya,” his deep voice had your eyes gazing up starstruck. his hand sent a wave of warmth through your body, feeling your heart beating in your ears. “such a good girl, I’m proud,” your cheeks stung with heat, the words caught in your throat because why? why did this man send your mind in shambles!

“tch, it’s not a big deal,” you try to brush off the praise, but toji can tell how much of an effect his has on you. you always melt whenever he touches your head. what would happen if he just kissed you right now? would you part your pretty lips for him? let him swallow up your whimpers—you were dazed, staring up into his deep warm eyes. he’d tease you about your homework one day, then praise you the next. you were unsure, confused, but that didn’t stop your chest from warming up.

“i—“

“ahh toji, we’ve been waiting!” your words were cut by the three men taking a smoke against a dark suv in your buildings lot. they all were big, just like toji, their arms and necks tatted, which had an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

“are they your friends?” you bit your cheek feeling how he retracted his hand, the two of you still walking, toji a bit more cautiously. the elevator was beside where the men were parked. you looked over at toji once he didn’t respond. feeling the hairs on your arm stick up, heart beating a little faster. his jaw was clenched, a vein bulging, and hand curled into a fist, and his eyes…they were as dark as night. “toji—“

“cmon man! we’ve been waiting for awhile now,” one of the men spoke, suddenly taking a beat until you caught his eye. “oh oh.”

your body jumped feeling toji’s hand rest on your lower back. his body almost pressing against your side like a guard dog. your eyes wavered on the men looking at you up and down.

“are ya havin’ fun with your little toy?” you felt a shiver run up your spine, feeling a warm breath against your ear.

“go straight to your apartment,” he was so close! your heart skipped a beat as he gave your lower back a little nudge in the direction.

“to—“ you looked over your shoulder, only to see that his eyes were dead set on the men across the lot. the street light casting a looming shadow over his face, his unkept hair darkening his eyes. yet…. he took a moment to meet your gaze, immediately letting his dark orbs soften with a reassuring grin.

“make sure you lock the door,” your heart flutters, “okay?” he waits for your little nod then points his head to the elevator, “good girl,” your body filled with butterflies as you calmly made way to the elevator. his eyes keeping a close watch on the men. he doesn’t move until the elevator doors finally close shut.

after your shower you tried your best to stay up, you felt a little uneasy about the situation. but you wanted to know if toji got back home safely. however, sleep overpowered your mind and you quickly knocked out on your comfy grey couch………

“we’re taking you to a hospital,” toji was holding you close as he called for the men to get an ambulance. your hand grasped his shirt, shaking your head.

“don’t,” you let out a small sigh, trying to calm down. your mind was in scrambles, desperately trying to think rationally. luckily you didn’t suspect anything to be broken.

“fuck you mean? please just listen to—“

“I said no!” you finally shout, letting go of the man, instead hugging your own body as you carefully stood up. toji swearing under his breath……..

you hadn’t seen toji in quite some time, he always seemed to be out when you’d come back home. you didn’t want to admit it, but you missed him. you missed walking with him at night. you missed giving him some extra food you’d ordered. you missed his comforting smile and warm hand. you never minded having him watch you do your homework. you wondered if he wanted to do more of your old homework.

“I finally got the tickets, cmon!” your friend, suna, had been going on about seeing this underground fight a couple months ago, however, you and your other friends didn’t believe him. suna took it a little too personally and desperately tried to buy tickets for months, and now he’s finally got them.

“this place is shady as hell,” you mumbled, yoru was holding your sleeve as you followed suna and your other two friends down the long dark alleyway, already picking up on the loud cheers and screaming.

after a few more seconds of walking, the small corridor burst into a huge underground stadium. your eyes blinking from the sudden bright lights.

“hey, stay close,” suna took your wrist leading you and yoru carefully past the huge bodies of people cheering.

“there’s so many people,” yoru shouted, your eyes trailing over the many different kinds of people that were here. it varied from high class businessmen, to normal average civilians. everyone seemed to be here.

“you guys should be on your knees thanking me,” suna boosted, you and your other friends rolling your eyes. “the price for this is not cheap,” neither of you said anything, considering how suna was a trust fund baby.

little did you know that the moment you’d stepped into the stadium, you caught a man’s unwanted attention. he’d only seen you once with toji, how beautiful, he thought, a sinister smile spreading across his teeth.

you all were watching the fights. it wasn’t like anything you’ve seen before. suna had told you guys earlier that this wasn’t the most legal friendly place, but you honestly could not have suspected this.

the rules of boxing had clear illegal moves, yet those rules did not seem to apply here. your body would cringe at the horrific sounds of bones breaking, fists breaking skin. the gruesome sounds sent your stomach turning, especially with this being with wraps instead of protective gloves like in a usual boxing match.

it was five different fights and you were getting close to the final one when a man by the name of raido, suddenly appeared in front of you. “you look like you’re enjoying the game,” his eyes closed in what seemed to be a kind smile. you felt a bit uneasy, but nodded your head, then looking past him to put out that you’re not interested.

“we’ve got some empty seats in the front,” he continued going on, this caught suna’s ear. “of course you can bring your nice little friends with you,”

“no tha—“

“holy fuck yes!” suna immediately jumps up, dragging you all with him as you scold him.

“suna!” you all hit him, clearly noticing how off putting this man is. he had tattoos that peaked under his dress shirt, he smelled of cigarettes, alcohol, and blood, and what was even more disturbing was the sunglasses. you couldn’t see where he was looking.

you kept an eye as the man, walking back to his seat, he seemed pretty important considering he had a place high in the stadium that overlooked the entire place. he whispered to the men he was sitting with, they all turned to meet your gaze.

“shit—“ you looked away, heart thumping as you prayed they didn’t catch you staring. luckily the next fighters were coming into the ring. finally allowing you a chance to breathe—“

suddenly you felt your dinner clawing up your throat.

“huh…”

“what is it?” yoru noticed your eyes wide open, staring straight ahead. “y/n—“

“and the moment you’d all been waiting for! the reason why any of you are here! the emperor of the night! tooooooojjjjjiiiiiii zeninnnnn!!!” the stadium burst with screams.

you couldn’t breathe. it felt like everything around you had gone quiet. you missed him. you cursed yourself. it’s been over three weeks or more, and now he was here. you felt your heart hammering. your mind dazed as he took of his robe. chills ran through your body at the sight. you would never have guessed. you only ever saw him with a hoodie or loose sweater, but now stripped down to just some boxing shorts, you had a clear view of the dragon tattoo that decorated his broad sculpted back. his bicep showcasing another collection of tattoos that wrapped around his arms. his sculpted thighs branded as well.

“y/n!” you were brought back by yoru’s concerned shaking, you apologize brushing her off so you can watch him. you didn’t know much about boxing honestly, but knowing this was not following the rules made you feel uneasy seeing toji here.

the night spent in your apartment as he looked through your old exams. you knew he had secrets, he rarely spoke about them except that he started working at a young age. he didn’t have time for studies. he’d always say you’re smarter than him. yet, he would be invested in your old homework. writing old problems down “just for fun”. the constant scratching of his head. his green eyes scanning the page as he tapped the end of the pencil against his scar on his lip.

“how’d you get this?” he’d shyly mumble, only for you to show him how you arrived at the right answer. he held onto every single word. he liked it. he liked it even more when you’d explain it to him kindly, no yelling, no degrading, just a simple explanation; and he’d get it. he wasn’t dumb…no… you think he was smarter than anyone you’ve ever met.

but he was in a place like this.

you wanted him to win. you didn’t want him getting hurt like the previous fighters. you wanted him to win so you can grab his hand and take him home…

toji’s feet pounded the ground, as big as he was, he was fast. faster than the fighters before. it was too easy for him. he dodged like no other, countered like no other, and punched like no other. as fun as this was for the crowd, it was not just a game for others. and for toji, it was a job.

he crashed onto the stool in his corner, spitting out some blood when his opponent got a cheap shot in. rinsing his mouth with the water his team fed him.

“fuck is taking you so long?” Raido suddenly appeared beside toji’s side, leaning against the ring. “you have a job.”

“I’ll rip that fucking flapper straight outta yer face if you speak to me that way, again,” his team was dead silent, frozen as ice. “you understand?” raido could not answer. instead he made the mistake of letting his eyes flicker up for barely a second. yet toji immediately caught his line of vision and he felt his entire body run cold.

“what is she doing here?” toji suddenly stood up, his eyes were dark, body boiling.

“boss, the rounds starting,” one of his men was waiting for toji to open his mouth to put the mouth guard on. toji couldn’t think clearly, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took.

yoru was yelling constantly in your ear. your eyes wavering between her and the ring. you couldn’t catch raido’s smirk as he strides back to his seat. he was lucky, if you weren’t here, he didn’t know if he’d be able to succeed, that’s only if his men gave him the correct information. if the boss truly likes you then…

“what’s this!!” the audience is in screams, having just witnessed the cleanest maneuvering and a clear hook the immediately knocks his opponent out, jaw definitely broken. “The emperor of the night!” suna was going absolutely ballistic beside you.

toji couldn’t cheer, his eyes instead settled on the men in the booth high up in the stands, raido whispering in their ears as they boiled with anger. he’d won… he’d won, but he hadn’t completed what was expected of him. what was ordered of him. his opponent was to have a minimum of two broken limbs in the course of seven rounds, and yet he’s won with a simple knockout in just three rounds. of course it was for one reason only…

he didn’t need you seeing him like that.

what he’d thought was something to spare you, only seemed to shine a huge spotlight on how deeply you affect the “boss”. it wasn’t hidden either, no, it was definitely shown to everyone else, friend and enemy as raido came forth slipping something into the hosts pocket.

“as we do every night, an audience member is chosen to greet the champion with his medal!” the audience bursting with excitement. “and our winner is!” The host takes out the slip of paper from his pocket and reads of the seat number.

“C8” the audience fell silent as they all looked to the front rows, waiting for the winner to stand.

“that’s you y/n!” yoru yelped, suna gasping as your friends stared at you dumbfounded.

“have we found our winner?” The host shouted. “ahh what a beautiful young lady!” the audiences that could see, were letting out whistles. “now don’t be shy.” you felt uncomfortable under the eyes of the entire stadium, your eyes briefly glancing up at the stands, shivering to see all the men in suits practically feasting on you with their greedy eyes.

your heart beating was the only thing you could hear. your friends shoving you forward didn’t help either. you silently prayed for it to be you, you wanted to see him closer. you didn’t want anyone else near him, touching him, looking at him—but…but now…now you wanted to run away, you didn’t like it. you didn’t like the way he was looking at you.

his warm eyes and gentle smile was not there. no instead their was an unfamiliar hardness replaced in the kneeled fighters face. raido held your hand, helping you into the ring as he handed you the medal to gift the fighter.

the stadium was filled with cheers and applause, you were dragging your feet, unaware of how close raido stayed, until you took another step forward and felt your body suddenly lunging forward. it was too fast to process, because suddenly your body was pressed firmly against toji’s warm body. you could feel his heart beating fast, and his hand was so softly resting on the back of your head. you hadn’t realized that he’d immediately took your wrist pulling you into his embrace.

“I guess the emperor also has a type!” the host laughed, taking the attention off the fighter as he joked, allowing raido to smirk at the fighter.

“seems like you’ve made your decision,” his words laced with snark and confidence.

“big talk after the fact,” toji couldn’t help the deep laugh that was crawling it’s way up his chest. you felt goosebumps erupt on your skin feeling his chest rumble with laughter. “ahh I guess I like games too,” toji’s glare immediately had raido averting his gaze as he walked away, not before looking down at you.

there was a brief moment of silence. he was sweaty, sticky, and clearly bothered. but his arms were careful not to hurt you.

“what’re you doing here?” his voice had shifted tones, suddenly your mind could immediately recognize he was directing this to you.

“I came with my friends,” you gulp.

“if I ever catch you here again—“ your head pushes off to look him in the eyes, letting his words be directed at you and not the air, he falls silent. words caught in his throat, green eyes wavering as he met your bright ones. he cursed himself even more, his heart was hammering uncontrollably.

“who are you to tell me—“ his hand pulls you to his shoulder, fingers behind your neck as your eyes looked past his shoulder feeling his lips tickle your cheek as he spoke.

your mind flashes to the night your classmate walked you home. you spent some extra time in the lab to finish some work and test out a certain theory you wanted to run by your professor. you could tell your lab partner was trying to get with you. he constantly hit on you, flirted during your labs, but he was pretty charming. so you weren’t afraid when he asked to walk you home.

toji had been roaming around the building. he knocked on your door a few hours ago. he’d ordered some food for when you get back. this time it was his treat. you were always home at this hour. why do I care? toji was coming back from getting a drink from the store when he noticed the exchange happening in front of the building.

you were holding your bag, lips moving as you spoke with your hands. the unfamiliar man stood in front, his eyes darting over your figure. his fingers grazing your exposed shoulder—

“ah!” your body was suddenly yanked back, hitting a firm body. “toji?” glancing over your shoulder at the man holding your wrist, meeting your gaze. why did he do that? he had no clue what was going on. “this is my lab par—“

“I ordered thai,” he cuts you off. he was praying you couldn’t see the warm heat crawling up his ears.

“oh, okay, I’ll be right up—“

“it’ll get cold, you don’t like cold drunken noodles,” he said holding your wrist a bit more gently as he pulled you with him. ignoring all the alarms going off in his head.

“y/n—“ your lab partner called, as you glanced over your shoulder.

“I’ll send over the report tomorrow morning,” unbeknownst to you, toji was glaring aggressively at the man. a giant guard dog looming over you, immediately making him feel unsafe as he quickly went off.

“did you wait long?” you opened your apartment, allowing toji to sit in the living room, legs crossed as he opened up the food, laying it out.

“no,” his tongue darted out touching his scar. eyes following your form as you disappeared into your room. the door slightly ajar, self control wasn’t something toji was familiar with. especially when it came to you. he couldn’t help his eyes from watching your form pull over your top.

fuck, his gaze dragged over the brief glimpses of your naked back. he wondered how his rough hands would feel against the soft skin, how his lips would feel as he searched the spot that’d make you whine. why’re his pants getting tight, he gulped seeing you slip on a loose fitting tshirt, kicking off your pants.

his mind ran wild. eyes darkening, he wanted to bend you over right there. he wanted to feel your ass against his palm, he wanted to kiss your shoulder, stroke his palm down to your warm pussy. how wet would you be? would you shy under his gaze or rut against his hand. ahh he’d peel your pretty pink panties to the side and pull his fat length—

“you didn’t have to wait,” you quickly shuffled out of the room, yellow shorts flowing against your glowing thighs, plopping down in front of your neighbor.

“you’re the one that likes having the first bite,” he quips, ignoring the bulging hard on he’s carrying for you.

“nuh-uh, I just like—“ his fingers slip a spring roll in your mouth,

“having the first bite,” he finishes, watching you take a bite, cheeks heating aggressively as he brushed the crumbs from your lips.

“you my maid now?” you say with a mouth full, trying to conceal your arousal.

“you’d like that. like it when i feed you?” he tilts his head, eyes half lidded as he watched you blink. “cat got your tongue?”

“no,” you huff, embarrassed how flustered you’re getting.

“open your mouth,” his command automatically had your lips parting as he slipped in a noodle, not bothering to use his chopsticks, allowing his fingers to touch your wet lips. your lips enclosed around his two fingers.

“you like sucking on my fingers?” his experience with previous women, was able to shield his beating heart. so infatuated with your warm mouth licking his finger, rolling over the pads of his rough digit. he swore under his breath, pulling his fingers out as he dragged your bottom lip down. your tongue lulling out in submission.

“are you still a virgin?” his thumb pulled at your bottom lip. your legs were clenching together, a warmth pooling inside your light pink panties. shifting for some friction.

“you have a corruption kink or something?” you bite his thumb.

“not necessarily,” he swears as you suck on his thumb, eyes fluttering as you open your lips to take little breaths. “you like sucking on people’s fingers?” his pupils were dilating.

“your not just people,” you reply, toji cursing at your flustered state.

“you’re not hungry?” he bites his cheek, shifting his weight feeling his dick straining.

“oh, ya,” your lips peeling away from his thumb as toji brushes his hand atop your head. petting you as you generously ate the food he’d ordered. your eyes would dart up to meet his, but he only ate his food as if you hadn’t just been sucking on his fingers, visibly turned on by it too. instead, toji helped you clear the rest of the food as he cleaned it up.

“you have more work?” he walked back into the small living room seeing your papers now piled on the table. your hand switching between jotting notes with your pencil, to typing quickly on your laptop.

“I have a report I need to finish up,” toji suddenly remembered the encounter earlier. he was unfamiliar with this feeling. he couldn’t understand why he pulled you away from that kid. and he couldn’t reason why he isn’t sitting in his usual place across from you, but instead plants himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

your body was on a fire. huh? “you t-tired?” you cleared your throat trying to remain calm.

“thought I’d keep ya company,” he mumbled, lips pressing feather like kisses on your exposed neck. your eyes fluttered as his hand brushed your exposed thigh. “you’re burning up,” he whispers, causing your head to lull back on his shoulder as his palm generously squeezed your hip. “I’m distracting you?”

“ya,” you sigh, whimpering oh so softly.

“if I asked you to let my eat your pussy, how wet would you get?” your definitely blew a fuse. head steaming as you clenched around nothing, definitely soaking your panties completely. Toji’s head went back in laughter.

“asshole!” you elbow his side, making him groan. “don’t tease virgins! it’s not nice!” you turn back to your work, desperately trying to calm your body.

toji settled peacefully behind you. eyes following your homework as if he wasn’t sporting a hard boner that was pressed against your lower back.

“toji-“

“keep working, I’ll keep up,” he reassured, ignoring your stiff body until you returned to your work. shoulders slowly relaxing, body easily molding in his embrace as he’d mumble here and there. couldn’t you also use this formula? how’d you get to that? his fingers danced on your thigh, gently massaging the flesh of your inner thigh, his warm palm had a wave of heat coursing down south, and he didn’t care.

his fingers would tickle as he crawled higher up to the pulsing heat. your shorts loose enough for his fingers to slip inside your pant hole and tickle your panties. your breathing hitched as toji continued talking as if this was just one of your normal little sessions. it was a good distraction.

“I’m sorry,” toji retracted his hand, you were too focused on your work to hear what he’d said, but his hand returned to your thigh.

nothing happened after. toji fell asleep beside you, legs stretched out under the table as he laid on his side, arm swung over your lap as you finished up your work before you too crashed on the floor. and yet…here you are now…

“you wanna act like a bratty little college kid, then go get fucking wasted at some fucking party and stay up late smokin’ pot, fuck if I care,” his voice dropped, warm breath only sending a cold feeling across your body, “go on a date somewhere else. get your pussy wet fucking on some ferris wheel,” you felt sick the more he went. “but don’t you dare come back here.” your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. “do I make myself clear?”

you aggressively try to push him away only for his grip to tighten clearly not finished. “you’re a big fucking problem, we talk a couple times doesn’t give you any idea what position you’ve put me in. I’m not your fucking boyfriend or some shitty friend; you’re nothing to me. so you’re going to leave and I never…never want to see your face again.”

you finally get free with a harder push, falling back on your ass. eyes wavering on his face. you couldn’t recognize him. this wasn’t the same man who’d walk with you late at the night, he wasn’t the kind man that would pat your head whenever you did something good…no…this wasn’t him.

the long nights spent in your apartment explaining equations, only for him to gradually catch up in which he’s finally beginning to understand the problems on his own. sharing food as you’d lean over the table to correct his problems and he wouldn’t feel insecure in the least bit that you’re a girl and you’re helping him. smarty pants, don’t let it get to your head.

“y/n—“ your friend’s calls fall on deaf ears as you quickly made your exit, ignoring everything and everyone around you.

toji quietly watched until you were completely out of his sight. allowing him the opportunity to have his full attention on the men in the booth. dead men walking………

“what’re you doing?” toji stood from his spot as he watched you walking down the path, clearly trying to get back home. “y/n!”

you didn’t answer, instead focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, one arm across your stomach holding your side, as the other wiped the tears that felt endless.

the fighters jaw clenched as he watched you completely ignore him. his chest filling with frustration because how could this have happened. it was a message—someone was definitely targeting you in order to get to him—

a sudden yelp had toji immediately kicking off the pavement, arm around your waist keeping you from hitting the ground. you struggled in his hold, desperately trying to wiggle out “let…go,” your hands were clawing at his forearm, whining when he wouldn’t set you free.

“let me help you—“

“no!” you shout, only to whimper quickly after, suddenly feeling the kicks you received earlier. “I’m doing you a favor.”

“what’re you talkin—“

“you didn’t want me! I’m sparring you the trouble it’ll cause,” toji could feel your body trembling, your eyes stinging with anger and pain.

“hey…hey, take a deep breath, can you do that for me?” toji sets aside any of his own thoughts in order to calm your mind. talking you through deep breaths as he carefully kept his arm around your waist, until you were stepping into your apartment. sitting you down on the couch and moving to the bathroom.

“I guess it really would be trouble,” you mumble faintly, however, the man is able to pick up on it as he opens the first aid supplies. his green eyes flickering up to see your own swollen ones staring outside.

“I’m sorry,” your eyes return to him, watching as he gently cleans the cut on your lip and cheek. you don’t look at him. look at me, please! his thoughts were scrambled. no don’t, I don’t deserve it…

you felt your chest tighten, feeling the weight—he buried his face in your lap, hands gripping the sides of your long green skirt. your lips trembling as you watched his shoulders shake with anger. he’d unbuttoned your cream shirt, and he physically felt nauseous.

he’s caused worse, he’s received worse. but the dark bruise on your side looked like the worst possible damage in the world to him.

“why’re you mad?” your jaw clenched, blood boiling at his audacity. he had no right.

“I’ll kill them,” his words were muffled, he couldn’t think straight. “I’ll kill then all—“

“why?” his head snapped up, looking at you as if you’d just asked the most bizarre question ever.

“why?” he repeated, trying desperately to control his breathing, yet his eyes continued to look at the dark purple bruise.

“yes. why,” you pushed his hands off you, cursing as you stumbled only for his hands to come up to your waist, allowing you another chance to push them away.

“why? because they fucking hurt you!” he shouted, no longer able to contain his anger. especially with how loose you’re taking this. “you’re bleeding, and bruised—“

“nothings broken,” you snap back, staring out the window, not giving him the time of day.

“don’t be stupid.”

“what?” you whip your head over your shoulder, brows pinched. “you’ve come back with black eyes, the guys in that ring have broken bones, smashed in faces—“

“fuck kinda comparison are you tryna make here?!”

“the one between you and me,” your eyes were leaking, unbothered as you ripped out the pages throwing them piece by piece. “I’m the fucking problem, but I’m the one that you always come too. I’m hurt, but you’re always angry! you’re always angry even if you’re quiet even when you’re teasing me. I’m the idiot, but you’re an even bigger one!”

he stood silent.

“I left you alone because I thought… that it would stop your pain,” toji felt his heart squeeze, he didn’t like seeing you like this. what’s happening right now? of course this is his fault. when is it ever not his fault!? he’s brought this life on you, he caused this. only you’ve ever called him smart, but this man was nothing close to being smart. instead letting his mouth speak on foolish impulse.

“maybe i need to get further away.”

your tears collecting in your broken eyes. throat dry, lungs gradually running out of air over the course of the night.

“fuck…fuck y-“ you were holding your chest, clawing at your skin as you ran out of oxygen, breathing turning into hiccups for air. toji was an idiot.

stupid mouth. his body never listens. immediately holding you as he kneeled with your falling body.

“y/n! y/n, listen to my voice,” he held your cheek as you gasped for air, your panic attack sending your mind into a state of shock. “calm down…breathe, babygirl.”

your nails dug into his wrist, getting scared the more you tried to calm down. “breathe with me, come on, I know you’re a smart girl.” he held your hand letting you place it on your stomach allowing you a conscious physical feeling of breathing in and out, as he did it with you.

the panic attack slowly began to subside as you took in a few more deep breaths. his warm hand littered with scars and open cuts, gently caressed your cheek. your eyes gazing up at him, you hated him. but that didn’t stop you from squeezing his wrist.

his heart couldn’t shut up, what am I doing? this was not what he’d been preaching. quite the opposite. this was the closest he’s been to you. arms protectively holding you close. his cheek propped on his elbow as he gazed down at your sleeping form. cheeks still a bit damp. your scent engulfing him as he felt high.

“idiot.”

“are you still mad at me?” toji leaned against the vending machine as he watched you walk past him. you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder for the past month. and yet, he still stayed on you like a lost puppy.

“you’re the one that’s mad,” you roll your eyes, laughing to yourself when he’d do his routine of jogging up beside you, hands deep in his pockets as he accompanied you in your night shopping.

“why’re you still going out at night?” he huffed, frowning as he tilted his head staring at you from the side.

“I have errands.”

“which can be done later. can’t you be more cautious?” his jaw clenched.

“but you’re here,” you finally look at him. he blinks for a moment, noticing that the bruise on your cheek has healed, along with the cut on your lip.

“well, i won’t always be,” he bit his cheek, noticing your gaze still on him.

“then leave,” you pick up the pace. toji was starting to grow frustrated. you were not cautious. you went about your life as if there’s no risk. you didn’t care if it was night or day. you did as you pleased as if you hadn’t experienced a traumatizing event a month ago. and that terrified the man.

his hand held your arm, turning you back to him. “what’s going on? what’s the problem?”

“you tell me?” you shove back at him.

“you!” why does he always get so angry. “you’re the fucking problem!” toji cursed over and over. “why can’t you listen to me?”

“you’re nothing to me,” you threw his words back at him. he clenched his jaw.

“what do you want from me?” he needed you, he needed you so badly, but you can not choose him. he won’t allow you to trust him. not even if he’d give his life for you.

“you—“ your jaw clenched as well. he always makes your blood boil. “you’re just an idiot,” you burst. “fucking idiot!” you stomp away. “fuck you!”

“fuck you!” he yelled back.

toji cursed following you to and back from the store. “y/n!” toji called as you sped to your apartment, only for the door to slam in his face. “fuck me.”

his shoulders dropped, leaning his head against your door. what is he doing? he can’t put you through this, yet he already is. he was unfamiliar with this feeling. longing for someone. he didn’t like how calm he felt in your company. how his stomach churned whenever you’d meet his eyes with you’re bright and pure ones. you were too good for him. you were smart and ambitious. you had no limits, but if he was there he’d only drag you down. he wasn’t good for you.

the blood splattered on the floor. the cheers faded in the background as toji rolled his shoulders back. he was surprised to see the opponent rise to his feet. he usually had no thoughts except the job in mind during these matches. yet, it always gets scrambled when one person faces him.

not here.

your arms and legs crossed, leaning against the seats in the second row, chin up as you maintained eye contact on the ring, specifically the star of the night.

toji could not afford to loose out on the money. he’d already gotten to the sixth round, barely keeping this opponent alive in order to break his right arm, and two ribs. but you’re here. why!

“fuck!” toji rinsed his mouth with the water. letting his team slip the guard back in his mouth, eyes sharp as he met your gaze. he was angry. feral. but you stay unfazed.

fuck it. this is what you wanted. he wanted you to leave him. so he’ll lay out all his cards. no limits.

he looked like a beast, his agility was superhuman, and his strength could not compare to anyone else. he snapped the man’s arm with a quick and calculated jab to the joint, and a hook directly hitting his bottom two ribs, cracking them instantly. the man’s scream and the sound of bones breaking made audiences cheer or look away gagging.

your grip was tight, nails digging into your bicep as you averted your eyes down. your heart was hammering. what’re you doing here? you’re asking for it now! but you looked up, as horrified as you felt, it didn’t compare to the complete and utter hurt in toji’s eyes.

you stayed seated, people jumping around you, an audience member handing toji another medal, that was cheap and easily disposable. his looming form stood back up, taking quick and long strides across and out of the ring, until an arm wrapped around your bicep.

“ow!” you wince, his strength was something you couldn’t compete with. “owww toji!”

“this hurts?” he snaps, not letting go until you’ve made it all the way outside, having gone through a back passage, as he finally let go of you. the sounds of cars and a bustling night city in the distance.

“you hurt me!” you yell back.

“was I? I didn’t know,” his words laced with sarcasm. his hands rubbing his face. he was angry. “are you dumb?”

“no.”

“yes,” his eyes follow you. arms crossed again.

“why’re you so mad?” you’re really pushing his buttons.

“I’m the idiot!?” he exclaims. “Me!? fuck me!”

“you said I’m nothing, so why do you care so much? honestly it’s hypocritical. I can do what I want—“

“no you can’t! do you like acting like a fucking brat? you’re not allowed here—“

“who says?”

“me!” his chest is fuming, eyes wide and tired. “I said I don’t want to see you here.”

“no you said you never wanted to my face ever again. anywhere. but you’ve been breaking your dumbass rule over and over again. so it’s only fair that I do too,” his jaw clenches. “and I’m not a brat.”

“go home, y/n,” toji turns around, there’s no use wasting his breath. you’ve always been stubborn, since the day you’ve met. at least he dragged you away from the eyes inside—

his breath hitched. a weight pressed up against his back. toji felt his heart pulse, swallowing slowly as he feels your arms tighten around his fit waist. your hands were always so cold, so why was his body on fire? your face pressed deeper against his shoulder blades. “let go.”

“no,” you can feel your heart beating against your chest, stomach churning as you hold onto him so dearly. “I’m not leaving without you.” the fighter swears under his breath, eyes clenched tight recalling all the blood on his hands, the ghosts of the past. yet here’s an angel unable to let go of a monster—

“y/n, i said let go,” his hands try to pull your wrists off him, but you’re grasping onto him so desperately as you shake your head behind him. “stop acting like this!”

he’s able to get free, spinning around to face you. your hands balled into fists. he doesn’t need to say anything, he can easily read your expression. your lip jutted out, your eyes darting between his devoid of any ounce of doubt. his breath hitched. why are you so obsessed with getting hurt?

he left again—

that didn’t seem to work though. you were persistent. you came almost every night. watching every single one of his matches. it didn’t matter if you had work all day or exams the night morning. you would still show up. he would shout, yell, curse—repeatedly urging you to fucking listen to him—

“It’s fucking dangerous! what don’t you get?!”

“well that’s my fucking problem then,” you shrug, only causing the fighter to slam his fist behind you, cursing as the concrete alley wall broke the skin of his knuckles.

“fuck me,” his head dropped, brows scrunched. he can’t do everything. living this kind of life and having you. it was impossible. “I need to keep you safe.” he mumbles.

“i don’t need saving—“

“yes, you do,” he feels your delicate hand lift his head. “why’re you doing this to me? you’re always messing with my head,” he curses, your hands feel so nice. they could probably cleanse him of everything he once was, the horrors of his life and the trauma of the past. but he didn’t need the dirt staining you too.

“I’m not doing anything,” you answer, thumb carefully touching the scar on his lip. heart fluttering as his eyes fell to your lips. his entire being was fighting not to crash his lips onto yours. he wanted to know what you felt like. he could’ve done it with you ages ago, but it didn’t feel right. he didn’t want to disappear the next day. if he wanted to have you, he’d become obsessed—

“do I have to choose?” you couldn’t fully understand his predicament. you didn’t even know how dark his past was. but to you it didn’t matter. none of it mattered except that you could see the giant burden that had this man walking with a weight on his shoulders. living a life of crime and misery, when he had so much potential. potential that he thought to be useless, that was told by others was useless. but not to you. he was a diamond in the rough, and you were not letting that go.

“up to you,” you pulled away this time. as much as you held on, you couldn’t chain him down. he had to set himself free, you just gave him the key.

you knew what you were doing was dangerous. but you only had his best interests in mind—

the banging on the door startled you up. your eyes wavering at the extensive pounding. fuck fuck fuck, you messed up big time! it was because you kept going to his fights, now those men are here to kill you! skin you alive! fuck!

“shit,” you tripped getting off the couch, banging your side on the coffee table, hand quickly slapping over your mouth. the bangs were not stopping, praying the killer hadn’t heard you. your knees scurry across the floor reaching for the baseball bat—

“y/n, open the fucking door!” your hand freezes on the bat, ears perking. “y/n! come on I know you’re here!—“

“don’t fucking scare me like that!” you shout, swinging the door open, only to stumble back as toji grabbed hold of you. “what the fu—“ your eyes blow wide. “what the fuck!”

toji was drenched in blood. face splattered, arms and clothes—

“are you okay?!” his hand held your face, looking over it.

“me? what’re you—look at yourself!” your eyes couldn’t catch up with all the blood. was it his?

“stop yelling!”

“you’re yelling!” you curse as toji holds your wrist dragging you into the apartment. his hands moving around grabbing alcohol as he began listing a bunch of things as you ran from your apartment to his, not having time to look around before running back and dropping everything on the table.

“what do I do?” your eyes were shifting from toji’s face and his heaving body. suddenly feeling a warm weight press on your head.

“deep breath,” his voice sunk into your mind, gaze meeting as you swallowed thickly. “you’re fine?”

“stop asking that—“

“you’re fine? right?” his stern words immediately sent a flutter swarming inside you.

“yes…I’m fine,” your brows pinched together as he brushed his thumb across . “who’s bloo—“

“not mine…” he sighs tilting his head back against the couch. “not all of it is mine.” he takes a deep breath, “cut my shirt,” you immediately grab the scissors, cutting open his shirt, swallowing at the bloodied clothes as it fell down. you’re eyes darted around his body, the multiple scars and tattoos facing you now, but the bullet wounds on his side stood out.

“I’m not a surgeon—“

“you’re a nerd, don’t you read books?” he quips. your face shifting into anger, “there there, don’t get wet on me. I’ll talk you through it,” toji held your face, you’re panicked eyes couldn’t wrap your head around this. “now grab that scalpel—“

this didn’t seem like the first time something like this had happened. but it was the first time he was asking someone for help. his eyes followed your face, you’d mumble back to him after every order. “liking science doesn’t make me a surgeon.”

“just a bratty nerd, gonna run your mouth all night?” toji tsked, “ow! fuck!”

“maybe remember who has the knife right now.”

“scalpel, dummy,” toji corrects.

“scalppel, dummy,” you mimic, rolling your eyes with a huff. toji had a mouth on him, but it really came out when you had to dig for the bullet in his side.

“sorry,” you cringe, watching toji fall back on the couch.

“forgot how clumsy your hands are,” he sighed, your hands were shaky and it wasn’t helping. but eventually you pulled out the bullet and continued listening to his instructions.

“are you usually this submissive?” he was patting your head, eyes half lidded as he watched you work. you were wearing your pajamas. it was past midnight, his eyes flickering up to see your show paused. it was a bad habit of yours, staying up late to binge show.

“just when you’re half dead,” toji snorts.

“worth it,” his eyes follow your concentrated face, nose scrunched up as you finish stitching his hip.

“why are you not explaining anything?” your eyes dart to catch his.

“you didn’t ask,” he maintains eye contact. his smile only causing you to raise a brow.

“why’re you smiling?” you cut the end of the suture.

“is that not allowed?”

“it’s creepy.”

“you don’t like anything I do,” he rests his head to the side, staring up at you as you cover his stitches.

“that’s no true,” you mumble, still focused on treating him.

“then tell me,” his hand reaches up, cupping your cheek.

“huh?”

“tell me what you like about me?” his body was exhausted, yet he still had time to make you feel anxious, butterflies swarming inside you.

“i-i…” your face was heating up, words getting caught in your throat. “maybe you tell me what you like about me first!”

“your head,” toji easily answers. you snort, only for him to continue. “you’re the smartest person I know.” his grin suddenly has your chest warming. “you’re a good teacher.” his hand slides down to hold your hand instead, playing with your small fingers. “you’re pretty cute when you help me out. you rant a lot, and go on about stuff that I don’t fully get, but it’s cute in its own way. especially when we’re together here and you get nervous when I—“

“stop!” toji looks up, heart swelling as he sees the flustered state he’s put you in. it was too easy. “why did you actually answer,” you’re looking down at your hands, the dried blood didn’t phase you.

“you asked.”

“I did but like…”

“not good with your feelings?” toji clicks his tongue.

“my feelings?!” you blurt, cheeks flushed. “you-you’re just…”

“just what?” his arms suddenly hoist you up, planting you on his lap.

“what’re you doing?” you yelp, holding his shoulders as he leans his head up, sly grin painted on his lips.

“nothing,” you almost blew a fuse. the fairy lights casted a shadow over his face, his pupils dilated, lips parted. why does he look so good right now? one second he was bleeding out on your couch, the other he’s fucking teasing you!

“don’t,” you cover your face quickly, trying desperately to control your breathing. if he had you…if you gave yourself up and he continued this life, you didn’t know if your heart could bare it. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.” your words were muffled.

“this was the last time,” his hands wrapped around your small hands. “no more fighting.” you allowed him to see your flustered face. your lips wet and pouty, eyes half lidded. oh fuck. “that’s not the kind of face of someone that’s worried.”

“I am!”

“then why do I wanna kiss you right now?” your breath hitched, cueing the man to crash his lips against yours not wasting a single second.

your mind burst. stunned whines fall on deaf ears as toji holds your neck, thumb pressing up on your jaw, tilting your head as he devoured your lips. tongue slipping into your inviting lips as you held his wrist.

“you’re done?” you pant, “you’re done with that life?” toji kisses your lips again, the pecks expressing how much he’s longed for this. “will everything be okay?”

his lips trailed down the column of your neck. “I’ll make it okay,” he bit down on your shoulder causing a moan to slip out. “as long as you’re here.”

your hands pulled his face back up, lips attacking his once again. he smiled feeling your inexperience desperately crave for his attention, how cute. he helped your lips move with his, tongue playing as he held your hip against him, feeling his own arousal stir up.

“is it gonna hurt?” you mumble, fingers tangled in his hair.

“I’ll open you up, so you’re all wet and loose fer me. I’ll stretch you-“

“wait!” toji looks up. stunned to see your flustered expression. “I meant is it gonna hurt you? you’re the one who’s beaten up!” you blurt, still trying to wrap your head around what he’d just said. toji broke into loud laugh, cackling as he slipped his hands under your shirt.

“you’re so cute,” he catches your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft tissue as you whine. the man grins once he pulls away to see you chasing after his lips. his fingers dragging your shirt over your head.

your cheeks darken as you feel the breeze against your exposed chest. nipples perking up like good little buds.

“aww, you got all hard,” he cooes, almost sending you into a coma as he caresses the soft tissue. his hands were huge, molding your tits in his grip. thumbs circling the pretty pebbles.

“you’re staring too much,” you cower, hands going to his eyes, as toji chuckles.

“getting shy now?”

“no, just—stop staring, perve—ah,” your face twists, body almost convulsing as toji pinches your sensitive nipples, only to latch his lips around one. “what the—ahh, you’re,, hahh-ah you’re biting!”

your hands grip the back of his neck, hips lifting as he held your chest to his face, sucking dark bruises on your bouncy tits. his voice groaning as he stared up at you. so pretty…so pretty… he couldn’t stop. he wanted to see more. wanted to hear more. he needed to touch more.

“pullin my hair?” his chest rose and fell, cheeks flushed a dark pink as your fingers held the back of his head, holding him back with his hair.

“you just started touching me!” you were beyond flustered. your face and chest flushed, nipples so perky and wet, you looked so fucking gorgeous.

“I can leave.”

“will you?” your fingers loosened from his hair.

“no,” his lips ghosting your own. “i wanna kiss you. touch you…I wanna fuck you so good, sweetheart.” your legs tried to close, but you only pressed down on his lap. “you’d like that?” his lips curled up. it was too easy to read your body. “you’re still a virgin right?”

“you really do have a corruption kink!” you blurt, cheeks puffed. “ah-you’re always biting—toji!” your arms squeeze in, unconsciously pressing your tits together as your pretty voice rises. his teeth nibbling at your nipples again. only to lift you up, tossing you beside him.

“i only have one for you,” his lips trailed down your body, sucking and biting as you squirmed. fingers permanently in his hair as he relished in your rough pulling.

“how are you gonna open me up?” you use his words from earlier, panting softly as you held his hair. his eyes smiled as he licked his scar.

“how do you want me too?”

your cheeks were flushed, yet you’re able to suck up the courage to place your tongue between your middle and forefinger.

he kissed his teeth, “dirty fucking girl, who taught you that?” his dick throbbed in his pants watching you act up from how turned on you were.

“what if I’m not a virgin?” you didn’t know what you were saying, maybe you just wanted to see how he’d react. you didn’t expect his lips to curl into a sinister smile as you watched your shorts fly off your body.

“then I’ll have to fuck you until your pussy can only cum for me,” his lips licked your torso, biting down as you squirmed, whines music to his ears. “but looking at how drenched your cute panties are, I doubt you’re anything but a pretty little virgin desperate to get her pussy ate.”

“toji, you’re too foul mouthed,” you whine, contradicting your so called pride as your hips try to get him to go lower. pressing his head down.

“shit, you’re teasing me now,” he dropped his forehead on your belly, laughing as he rubbed the outside of your thighs, fingers curling around the pretty light pink panties. “let’s make you cry, baby.”

you gasped, toji ripping the material of your panties as he brought your panties up to his face. “these are cute,” he grins watching your face steaming.

“stop doing weird stuff!” you slap his chest lightly, afraid of hurting him.

“just complimenting you, pretty,” he inhales the material, causing you to cry in embarrassment. “fine, fine, I’ll do that on my own,” he teases.

“perve!” he opens your legs nice and wide for his eyes. pupils dilating to a high at the jaw dropping sight. you forget your embarrassment, caught off guard by his reaction. he was mesmerized.

“fuck baby, fuck you were hiding this for so long,” toji was audibly groaning at the sight. pre-cum staining his boxers as his big cock throbbed at the sight. your pussy was finally visible to his eyes, his rough hands keeping them open as he watched your gapping hole throb.

“toji! you’re so shameless!”

“me?” his tongue kissed his teeth. his thumb suddenly began circling your clit, your juices immediately coating it. “you’re absolutely drenched,” he’s had his fair share of ‘long nights’ yet not once has he encountered someone that’s made him so visibly aroused without touching him. “you’re fucking leaking, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

“toji—wai—ahh—uh!” your screams bounced off the small apartment walls as his lips latched onto your clit, sucking desperately. he was buried between your legs, nose deep in your pretty cunt as he sucked and lapped, moaned and whined, he can’t even recall a moment when he’s felt so fucking good. has eating pussy always made him this aroused? no…fuck, he was really hard…it was just you.

“you taste so good,” his eyes were glazed over as your fingers dug into his scalp. thighs tightening around his head as your back arched off the couch, crying out. he was humming in encouragement, egging you for more until the cord finally snapped.

“ ‘m cum—ah! ‘m cumming!” your body convulsed as toji drank everything up. his tongue inside your hole as you gripped his hair whining, riding out his flicking tongue. he didn’t stop after you finished. “toji!” you gasp, pushing his head away.

“that was just my tongue, need to stretch you now,” his lips sucked bruises on your inner thigh, trailing over your hipbone as you let him kiss you over and over.

“are you gonna put your fingers inside me?” you were panting, yet you couldn’t help the twitch between your legs. his lips curled, rubbing his middle and ring finger across your bottom lip.

“i know how much you like sucking them,” he cooes, watching your pulp lips part so obediently. “there’s my good girl,” his praises run straight down as you start to feel lightheaded. tongue lapping and swirling around his digits, it felt so nice having him inside your mouth. you couldn’t help but wonder how it’d feel to suck his dick. the weight in your mouth, his hand petting your head over and over. he was definitely big—

“my virgin baby likes to tease me,” he feels his dick straining in his pants. he replaces his fingers with his lips. his arm wrapping around your waist as your legs crossed behind his back, smiling once he leaned up, letting you sit back in his lap. his fingers ghosting your hole before carefully pushing in. his eyes went bright as he watched your lips part.

“feels good,” you hold his face, wiggling your hips as he pumps his fingers. fuck, she’s so cute!

your nails dig into his shoulder. it was easy moving you around, spreading your legs further to pump another finger inside, cheek flushing deep red as he had you cumming once more. the moans only getting higher and louder as your juices trickled down his hand.

“your pussy’s doing so well for me,” he praises, cupping your pussy, pressing his palm down, before raising it to give it a slap.

“ahh!” your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he rubs your pussy some more. his thumb pulls at your bottom lip as you loll your tongue out, letting his tongue glide over.

your lips play with each other, allowing him to nibble and bite at your bottom lip enough to have you shivering and rocking your hips desperately. you’re out of breath as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your burning neck, before sucking another dark bruise.

“can I have it now?” you pant, so blessed out but so desperate for it

“it?” he teases, fingers digging into your ass as he grips your cheeks firmly, pressing you down on his fat bulge, rocking you over him.

“want it,” you bite his ear, holding his hand as you place it on your lower belly. “feels so empty without you,” you’re practically purring. “fill me up, toji.”

fuck!

toji swears under his breath, his pants on the ground and boxers tossed in a random direction as he lets his fat dick slap his tummy. your eyes gloss over at the pretty sight. his angry big cock glistening with his precum as it trickled down the bulging veins on the underside of his girthy length.

“now who’s staring, perv?” your cheeks flush at his words. toji scoops your dripping pussy as he wraps his strong hand around his thick dick as he begins pumping the pulsing ache. “keep yer eyes on me, pretty.”

“toji,” you whine as you shiver at how lewd he looked. face flushed, chest heaving as the tattoos accentuated his well sculpted body. his lips were parted as deep grunts flowed from his pretty lips.

“I’m so hard, fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, babygirl,” his head was tilting up to catch your lips again bringing your hand to his dick. his body shivering as your small soft hands wrapped around him. “good girl,” he cooes in bliss as you follow his movements.

his eyes watch your cute face staring at the way his cock twitches and leaks, hypnotized by the lewd scene. his stomach clenched, getting worked up. “keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum,” he pants, “i like when you stare at me.” you flush at his words.

“it’s big,” you mumble to yourself, lost in a trance you hadn’t noticed your words left your lips until toji drops his head back in laughter.

“need to make you feel all nice and snug, ya?” your thighs clenched around him. “wanna be a big girl and put it inside?” your head nodded immediately.

he helped you sit up, body hovering over his pulsing dick. is it gonna hurt? it’s so big! you want it inside you now! but how? “relax, y/n,” your eyes soften a bit at his call. his cock swiped through your wet folds, teasingly circling your tight entrance, before he held your hip with one hand and the other held your hand between your bodies as you squeezed it tight.

“ah, ‘s big, toji…toji—uh,” your whines were music to his ears, his dick only growing in size as you struggled to take just his tip.

“your pussy is squeezing me baby, relax,” he squeezed your hip in reassurance, only for your nails to dig into his hand as your eyes glossed over, panting heavier.

“it hurts…feels good tho….ah ah i—toji!” your face was pressed into his neck, absolutely stunning the man. did you just?

“I’m barely half way in, pretty” toji’s voice sent aftershocks as you shivered from your unexpected orgasm. “you’ve ever fucked yourself?”

“just played with my clit,” you mutter in embarrassment, averting your gaze.

“fuck me” his heart was beating as his cock pulsed. he was the first to be inside you, his hips jerked up unconsciously.

you whined, wiggling your hips as toji’s body caught on fire as he suddenly lifted you up. your eyes widening as your hands gripped his shoulders, stunned at his crazy strength. “sorry baby, I can’t hold back anymore.”

“huh? to—toji!” your scream pierced the air as he dropped your entire weight down on his dick, snuggling his full length in your warm tight cunt. your eyes rolled back in absolute bliss.

“shit! you’re squeezing me to death,” his body didn’t stop. it seemed like you’d forgotten how he was when he fights. even though the man was just shot and endured minutes of stitching, he had enough stamina to fuck you long and hard.

his cock squelching every time he thrusted. letting your pretty tits bounce in his face as he bit and sucked. the slight red that trickled down to the white cream base that decorated his cock had him going absolutely feral.

“lost your little virginity,” toji groans, you were squeezing him so tight. he’s dreamt of this for so long. squeezing your ass as he fucked up into you, slapping your ass every couple of seconds to hear the way you cry out his name, tears hitting his face.

he’s been dreaming of this. every time he’d stay up late with you, as much as he enjoyed solving your old homework and learning, he couldn’t help his mind from pondering when he’d finish. gazing up briefly to see your cute little face scrunched up in concentration, how much he wanted to bite your cheek, kiss your pouty lips.

“ so good…feel ‘s good, to…ah! uh uh! toji!” your high pitched screams were so beautiful. he didn’t care about the neighbors, or the noise complaints, not a single thing mattered other than wrecking the absolute shit out of the girl he’s been pinning over for months and months. he’s never felt so good inside someone. it was worth the torture of seeing you wearing you’re cute little shorts all the time, your tank tops that couldn’t hold in your tits all the way. the cute way you’d yell and tease him back.

“do you wanna cum for me, princess?”

“I wanna….yes…more please!” you were practically drooling as he let a glob of spit slip past your lips as you immediately came around his length. his cock was as hard as can be, holding your waist as he fell to the carpet floor, blanket falling to the ground as he laid you down, the pillow under your lower back. he pumped his dick between your legs as you panted, only to let out a loud gasp as he snapped his hips back inside.

“good girl, want all your pretty juices,” he praised. “fuck, I can’t live without you! so good, uh pretty girl,” his mind was so empty, the only things keeping him conscious was how much he needed you. his hand pinned both your arms above your head as he pounded into your squelching cunt.

“arch yer back, pretty,” you obey immediately, listening to the fighter as he groaned, feeling himself slide deeper. “atta girl.” your vision blurred the more pleasure toji pulled from you. “pretty girl, ugh, eyes on me,” he lets go of your hands, grabbing your face. “on me.”

your mind was so blissed out, his arms gripping under your knees, as he angled your hips higher, kneeling closer to your body as your ass slapped against his thick thighs, fat cock pounding your insides, kissing your cervix over and over. your arms splayed over your head as your back arched up, nails digging into the blanket underneath.

“taking my dick so well, uh, stretching ya out like a good fucking slut,” his chest was flushed, muscles flexing as your fingers went to pull him closer to you.

“I want more,” your words are slurred, eyes blinking with fat tears as you run your hands through his king raven hair, pulling him down closer as you take one of his pretty hands placing it on your lower belly. “want your cummy…toji…want it all inside me,” his cheeks beat red feeling his fat print bulging in your tummy.

“fuck,” his cock tightened, face scrunching as he felt your legs squeeze him. “don’t—don’t say things like that, baby.” his pace didn’t stop, keeping it rough and fast. the obscene noises only made your thoughts more hazy.

“I want it! ah ahh fill me up! want all of it, please!” your cries rang through the room as the man lost all vision. he wanted so desperately to paint your insides with his hot white cum. what would that feel like? to let go inside your untouched walls, to fill you with every drop of his heavy load—

“shit y/n!” toji bit down on your shoulder, groaning into your skin as you cried loudly, bucking your hips up meeting his thrusts as he cursed. “stop it baby,” he was desperately trying to hold onto his sanity, but you were making it too difficult.

your cries reached another pitch that he’s realized happens before you cum. rolling his hips into your pussy walls, your eyes practically crossed, drool sliding down your lips.

“shit! I’m so lucky,” he cursed, stunned by the shock, only to feel t your pussy clench desperately around him as your body shook, squirting clear liquid onto him.

“wanna be full, cum inside me, toji,” your legs locked around him, stopping him from escaping allowing his body to suddenly convulse. letting out a guttural groan feeling his abs constrict.

his head dropped against your own as he felt himself empty into your tight cunty. you rocked your hips with his as you milked out so much cum from his generous cock.

“so much, pretty boy,” you cooed, petting his hair as he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he continued cumming. he had so much for you, and you’d begged for it so sweetly, he couldn’t leave you empty until you were completely full.

“fuckin minx,” he licked the bite marks that decorated your neck. “take everything I’m giving you,” his chest heaved as he pushed himself up, meeting your lips. “you forced my hand, pretty.”

“kiss me more,” your lips caught his as he returned your sloppy kiss. tongues molding as he shivered, feeling you clench from the overstimulation.

he slowly pulled out, eyes half lidded at the sight of his cum oozing from your twitching hole. he almost passed out, but could only drop to your belly kissing it over and over as he pushed his cum back in. your fingers tangled in his hair, easily grabbing his attention as he crawls back up to you. your arms automatically wrapping around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.

“ya liked getting your pussy all filled up?” toji soothes his hands down your spine as you held him close.

“it was…” the sarcasm and rough exterior immediately fizzled. you felt so good right now. “nice,” you licked your lips, brushing them over his as his eyes fluttered. “don’t leave me, okay?” your sweet voice had toji blinking, before his eyes softened.

“I’ll die before I ever leave you,” he nudged his nose with yours, lips pressing firmly as you hugged him close. “you scared?” he felt your body shaking, suddenly growing worried.

your head shakes, “no….”

“y/n? baby, why’re you crying?” he was worried, his heart squeezing as he tried his best to wipe the falling tears.

“I’m not,” you sniffle, desperately trying to keep your composure, which only had your nose running and your eyes glaze even more. you looked so cute, is all he could think, but why’re you crying?

“you’re only allowed to cry about my big dick,” toji sighs, holding you close as he sits back against the couch on the floor. smiling when you break out into a laugh.

his chest rises and falls, closing his eye to rest his head back. your lips quiver, eyes looking over his tired body. fingers trailing over his tattoos, feather light touches as he begins to fall asleep.

“toji?” your soft voice calls him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“hmm?” toji’s eyes are still closed, but he squeezes your hip to show that’s he’s listening.

“do you want to go to school?” your words are calm and collected, yet your heart is beating incredibly fast. you want him to get his degree, to pursue something he’s good at. though you’re pretty good at science, toji beats you in math. you didn’t know how he got to certain conclusions, yet it was all accurate.

“I want to be with you,” his words sent a fuzzy feeling inside, but you push it aside.

“seriously.”

“I’m being serious,” he blinks, eyes open. “you’re enough for me…” his words trail off. you’re silent for a moment, it seems like he was going to continue— “but I need to support you some way.” he smiles, pulling you closer. “think I can get my degree?”

your cheek flare as your eyes brighten big, toji flushed at your reaction as you nod excessively, making him laugh.

“cmere,” his hands bring you back to his lips. “I want more, all the time,” he sighs, licking your tongue.

“possessive much,” you try to hide your smile.

“very,” he squeezes you close. almost causing you to pass out until he gets comfortable. “now sleep.” he sighs, “I think I lost all my energy cumming half my existence inside your greedy fuckin cunt.”

“d-don’t say that!” you exclaim.

“It’s funny,” he laughs, tired eyes blinking to stay awake. “but your still leaking.”

you push off him, unable to take all this embarrassment, stumbling to your feet. “I’m gonna shower,” you huff, limping to the bath— “what! what’re you—“ you felt your body loose gravity, suddenly dangling in the air.

“you can’t even walk straight,” toji grunts, holding his side as he had you up in one arm.

“you’re bleeding through the bandages!” you gasp, seeing the blood trickle from the stitches you’d just sown. you struggle to get free.

“stop moving or I’ll open up the stitches.”

“what kind of—?!” you immediately shut up, brows pinched as toji dropped you in the bathroom, holding the sink as he winced. “I thought it wasn’t bad??”

“it wasn’t,” he turns on your shower. “but I couldn’t hold myself back when we were fucking.” he steps in, letting out a deep sigh as the water cascades over his body. the blood, sweat, and other fluids running down his sculpted legs and into the drain.

“we shouldn’t have done anything then—“

“I was too hard, something was gonna happen,” he extended his wet hand out. waiting for you. “cmon, don’t make that face.” your face is scrunched up in guilt and frustration.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt—“

“you said that already,” he grabs your wrist, pulling you inside. you hiss at the sudden water splashing on you.

“you only listen when you feel like it,” you tilt your head up, eyes rolled in annoyance only for toji to grab your cute cheeks and squeeze your face so your lips were jutting out in a cute pout.

“I always listen, so don’t be so worried,” he kisses your cheeks, reaching over for the shampoo. “now let’s clean you up.”

it didn’t fully dawn on you until you were laying under your soft comforter, warm body snugged close against you, face buried in your hair as his large arms held your back close to his chest. his hot breath even. but he was here. turning over, you gazed at his face, snuggling closer to him.

“toji” you whisper softly. It was a high possibility that he was fully knocked out now, but your fingers couldn’t stop caressing his cheek. his black lashes resting on his cheeks as his lips part with each soft breath. “I’ll do my best for you,” your own eyes starting to grow heavy. “so trust me, please.” your lips part to exhale.

your brother was a heavy partier , but you strongly disliked when he did those at home without even warning you first . you had a throbbing headache from having your nose in books all day , practicing for mid-terms . the last thing you needed were drunk college kids slurring around and music blaring in your ears .

rest , you needed rest .

options - doja cat ft JID

you pushed the front door to your house open and instantly wished you hadn’t . as if it was waiting for a chance to hit you , the sound of music rushed to you and assaulted your ears , making you wince back in surprise . “ im gonna kill this asshole,” you grumbled under your breath as you started pushing past the squeezing bodies that danced in the living room .

you stopped in the kitchen which seemed relatively empty , except for a flury of red hair moving between the fridge doors .

“ sasha ?” you called out over the music . the red-headed girl in question jumped in surprise , her head yanking up to smash directly against the frame of the fridge . the force of the action caused it to shake a little . she yelped out in pain . “ are you okay?” you quickly questioned with your hand slapped over your mouth to hold in a laugh .

“ im good , im good !” she quickly said as she stepped away from the fridge with a bottle of tostios’ spinach dip . “ you’re not here for the party , are you ?” she said , eyeing your outfit with an amused look on her face .

you obviously looked misplaced and you knew it . with your printed , pastel yellow high-waist pleated skirt , yellow oversized ‘ LEMON’ sweatshirt and knee high socks , you rather looked like you belonged browsing an empty aisle in a CD store or at barnes and nobles . – and honestly , you wish you were .

your style has always been the epitome of soft girl core , with small stickers adorning your cheeks and orange blush at the tip of your nose . your requirement was to look like a cute fairy nymph at all times .

you’ve been like this for as long as you could remember and before the trend gave it this name . your brother found it endearing , even though he’d mask it by poking fun at you . you didn’t care though , it gave you comfort .

“ where’s my idiot brother ?” you questioned . watching her prying open the bag of chips and scooping up some of the dip . a lot of it .

“ oh – he’s gone somewhere upstairs with katie “ she paused to swallow, “ you don’t wanna see him now…” she shook her head and you quickly caught on to her suggestion .

“ ew!” you grimaced . the last thing you wanted to think about was your brother…doing it .even though he was two years older and you were relatively close , one thing you didn’t want to know about was...this.

you shuddered softly and stepped forward to make way for the drunk couple that stumbled in with their mouth glued to each other in an intense make-out session . your mouth lifted in an annoyed expression while sasha shielded her face away like she had looked directly into the sun for too long , ‘ gross ! connie i dont wanna see this !’

you laughed softly at these two before deciding that your hunt for your brother was over . you just really wanted to sleep – as much as you could despite the music. “goodnight , sash ! and…connie ?” the last part came out like a question as the man seemed to be too preoccupied by the blonde he was kissing . you smiled at the waving sasha before making your way out again.

you inhaled again before diving back in the crowd , looking to reach the stairs that lead to your room . you got a few stares which you completely ignored , not wanting anything to do with drunk college boys . your eyes stayed focused ahead of you , giving the clear message that you weren’t here to have fun . you balanced the books against your chest as you went up the stairs and into the hallway . the sound of the music was considerably lower , but still bothersome . you walked past a few people making out in the hallway , your eyes focused on your white bedroom door at the end of the hall , holding your breath at the mere idea of finally finding solace – peace in your sanctuary . you lifted your knee to allow one arm to reach for the handle while the books took support against the other arm steadily . you twisted the doorknob and wasted no time to walk in your room , but what you saw nearly made you scream for help .

i was never there – the weeknd

in the middle of all your squishmellows , sprawled out , and in a seemingly deep sleep , laid a complete stranger . he wore black cargo pants , a white shirt and a black bomber . he slept comfortably on his back with a tattooed arm draped over his eyes , glossy lips slightly parted letting air through as his chest rose and fell softly . the shiny metal on his lip caught your attention , and you identified it as a snakebite piercing. the position had allowed his shirt to ride up his hips , the V lines showing a sinful path that curved and dipped down inside his Calvin boxers which were peaking out of his pants . the fairy lights above your headboard shone soft golden orbs on him , painting an ironic picture as he laid against your avocado-patterned comforter . you felt your throat closing , strangely aroused by the scene .

 you couldn’t stop the book avalanche even if you wanted to . the book on top slipped out of your grip , dragging down all the other ones with it and  they subsequently hit the ground with a loud thud . ‘

“shh ! shh !” you tried hushing the book as if they were alive as you knelt on the floor to pick them up . the sleeper immediately froze at the sound before he quickly sat up , his messy bun almost coming undone at the abruptness of his reaction. he stared at you through confused , tired eyes before realization hit him . “ oh shit !” he croaked out , voice deep from his tiredness as he sank on the floor to help you pick them up .

“ w-who are you ?” you questioned while looking down , feeling the tip of your ears go red . why are you even getting shy ? he’s the one in your room .

“ eren. “ the stranger you know as eren held out a small pile of books towards you . you didn’t look at him directly . “you ?”

you mumbled out your name.

his green eyes peeked at one of books he held and a thick eyebrow scrunched in confusion , “ differential …equations…?” the confusion was evident in his tone as his head tilted to decipher the picture on the book cover . a few strands of hair fell above his eyes .

“ applied mathematics major ,” you answered after having swallowed the ball of anxiety that had settled in your throat .

his emerald eyes widened in surprise before a small smirk lifted the corner of his lips , “ for real ? damn . “ you were used to this reaction . most people thought you studied theater or fashion because you always looked like you could be in a winx club live action .

“you ?” you asked back . quickly taking the books from him and dropping them on your lap , the impact causing your thick thighs to jiggle softly . eren did not seem to miss this action , his eyes lasting a minute longer on the sight before looking up at you . you subconsciously thought of the typical college fuckboy majors; business , or music...

“ literature.” it was your turn to show surprise , and the boy chuckled softly at your expression . you couldn’t help but notice how white his teeth were .

“ah…” was your answer . you wanted to slap yourself for losing your social skills for a minute , but you were just too tired to handle so many emotions and words at the same time .the boy only chuckled in response , his hand brushing back the bangs that only managed to fall over his eyes again . “you don’t seem convinced .”

miss you – oliver tree , robin schulz

“i’m not,” you answered honestly , a small smile of your own dancing on your lips , “ you look like you study…”

“ business ? music ?” he took the words right out of your mouth as he stood up , extending his hand down towards you . you were suddenly taken aback by how tall he was and how he seemed to command all the attention in the room . you blushed when you realized how close you were to his thigh and quickly grabbed onto his hand to stand up , except he pulled you up harder than you expected and you crashed against his chest . the smug look on his face told you he did it on purpose . your chin rested against his chest , slowly assessing the height difference between you two .

for a moment , his eyes seemed to have darkened into something more primal before they softened again , a smirk curling his lips upwards , “ and you didn’t strike me as a maths major either . “

you rolled your eyes , feeling slightly offended . you turned around and stepped out of his embrace towards your desk , suddenly feeling chilly. you knew it was your insecurities hitting at you – people always had a hard time believing you were smart and it pissed you off . however , you had long moved passed this – or so you thought . how did eren manage to set you off so easily ? it wasn’t even that bad .

he felt the cold air coming from you and raised his hand in defense , “ hey , hey . not saying there's anything wrong with that , you know ? i wouldn’t be able to half of what they do anyway, “ a small smile drew on your lips at his attempt to reprimand . “ plus,” he added as you arranged your books on your desk in no particular order to distract you from your wild pulse , “ its ‘cause you’re really cute . in a…forest pixie kind of way…”

love lost – mac miller , the temper trap

a small giggle broke from you , “makes sense . thanks. “ you answered , bending forward a bit to work your sneakers out of your feet while holding onto the table . the cold air hit the cheeks of your ass which was unknowingly protruding out of your skirt and you heard a sharp breath being drawn behind you .

when you turned around , eren almost looked like he wanted to pounce on you . you cleared your throat gently , feeling blood rush to your lower stomach like molten lava .

“ what do you do in literature anyway ? analyze Shakespeare’s attachment issues ?” this ripped a laugh out of eren . his laugh was even more attractive than his smile - it chimed pleasantly in your ear , sounding boyish but deep .

“ good point . but we did study him a lot .” 

you arched an eyebrow and smirked , “ what’s your favorite quote by him , then ?” you asked challengingly , not really expecting him to answer . you just wanted to mock how boys challenged you whenever you expressed interest in something unconventional . eren shrugged before lifting his eyes towards the ceiling in a small moment of contemplation.

“ love is not love which alters when it’s alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests, and is never shaken.” he finished the last part , teal eyes boring into your soul .” my favorite author is bell hooks , though.” he added with a small smile .

to say that you were taken aback was an understatement . the tattooed stranger that broke into your room just spoke the most meaningful words in the softest , yet firm tone you’ve heard. you wanted him to recite poems to you over and over.

the two of you stayed silent before you looked towards your bed and back at him . “ uhm…what are you doing in my room , anyway ?” you decided to address the elephant in the room which you should’ve obviously done a while ago .

“ oh , uh i was looking for a bed to crash and sober up and your room smelled good ... like strawberries .” he explained and looked at your bed and the array of squishmellows decorating it with a look that seemed endearing . “ not gonna lie , it’s the most comfortable sleep i’ve ever had .” he said and you smiled with pride knowing that you had invested a lot of money into making yourself the softest , most comfortable bed ever .

“ but , i can leave if you want...” his voiced trailed off as if hoping you would say no - which you did . “ i mean you can stay a while more...”

“ hell yeah ! “ he cheered and let himself fall back on the bed which allowed him to bounce back a few times before he grabbed one of your blue axolotl squishmallows and pressed it against his face . you laughed softly , oddly proud that someone loved your bed so much . your friends always loved staying in your room when they came over, but it’s the first time a stranger - who seemed so different from you expressed such content from being here .

you plopped down on the bed and brought your knees to your chest , looking up down at your hands while you chipped away at your pastel nail polish . eren pulled the plush down slowly , green eyes peeking over at you. “what ?” you asked feeling your face heat up uncontrollably. “ you’re cute. “ he simply said with a smirk before looking up at the ceiling . 

you bit your lip from stopping your smile from spreading too much . “you’re flattering me .” you replied as you looked down at your thighs which seemed to have been more exposed than you thought . the elastic at the hem of your thigh-highs sank slightly into your skin , squishing it out in a way that seemed more lewd than you intended . you quickly reached to pull your skirt down but ring-covered fingers pressed against your thigh , the cold metals sending chills down your spine as he blocked your action. 

“no.” he said in a semi-commanding tone . “ they look great.” you could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you and moved his hand away after letting it slide down a bit leaving a burning path from where he touched you .

your heart was beating inside your ears at this point and you needed a distraction . “where are your friends anyway... or girlfriend ?” you bit your lip .

white tee - summer walker

this was a bait to see if he had any girl in his life , which , why wouldn’t he ?

“they’re all drunk and annoying right now...and don’t have one” he answered the last part with a smirk on his lip as he looked at you teasingly , long and thick eyelashes that curled at the corner giving him a gracious aura . “ why ? wanted to know if position was empty? “ he asked in a teasing tone .

“ you’re such an ass!” you whined , pushing him with soft laugh to mask your embarrassment at the fact that you were, in fact , checking. eren chuckled and reached towards your face , pointing at one of the stickers adorning your eyes . you understood that he wanted it , so you pulled a little star and placed it against his hand .eren looked at it like it was the first time he’s even seen a sticker.

a small silence settled between you two as you played with your fingers . 

“ what about you ?” he suddenly asked after his silent contemplation . 

“ nope !” 

“damn...how ?” he asked , genuinely confused and you shrugged in response , “ they’re not business majors “ you replied teasingly which made him release another amused laugh . the vibration shocks throughout your body .

eren looked at you silently , bangs brushing agains his long lashes which clearly annoyed him . he tried swatting them away but it never worked . you giggled softly and motioned for him to come closer to you , “ come here,”  you told him as you removed one of the hairclips that held your ponytail . 

eren obediently scooted closer to you , resting his cheek against your thigh while his hand palmed at either sides of them . “ is that okay ?” he asked . to have the hottest boy you’ve seen resting on your lap ? 

YES , YES , YES , YES !!!

“ sure “ you answered and he simply closed his eyes with a content smirk on his lips . you were ready to combust as you reached down , brushing the soft strands of his dark hair away from his face and slicked it back into his messy bun before sliding the hairclip over it and securing it . you smiled as you looked at him . what a contrast it was - this edgy , tattooed man with a strawberry hair clip in his hair . he didn’t seem to care either . 

“i’d eat you out real good right now .” the words he let out almost made you choke on air. he opened his eyes looking back at you and he was dead serious.

the man let out a laugh at your expression before closing his eyes again , his lustful expression suddenly gone like it was never here . “ don’t worry , i won’t.”

you probably looked at him like he grew two heads . you didn’t say anything back , your stomach in knots. he was so hot , it hurt . would you really pass up an opportunity like this ? when the last time you even got laid ? this time by the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on .

“what if i want you to...?” you attempted back , voice coming out small but hopeful . 

suddenly the hands that were resting so softly against your thighs tightened their grip and eren smirked at he lifted his head . “good girl”  he praised

you gasped softly as he pushed your back to the bed , your cunt throbbing uncontrollably . he parted your legs and knelt between them , his erection pressing against your thigh . he felt so hard . you bit down your lip , feeling your wetness spill out . “ wanted to eat that pussy the second i saw you on that floor...” he admitted , his voice low and guttural . his fingers pulled your panties down and hooked your legs over his broad shoulders . his fingers separated your puffy folds , exposing your pussy completely to the cold air . you bit down your lip , letting out a needy whine causing your tiny hole to clench around nothing and eren nearly felt his mouth water . “shit...” he breathed before sticking his tongue out , letting fingers collect the saliva on them before rubbing them on your bare folds . you didn’t need any lubrification , but he just wanted his spit on you . he was convinced he’d never seen a pussy like this . he was about to dip his head down and eat you like a caveman when you stopped him mid-action. 

“eren ?” you asked , blushing beet red . he was confused but paused to listen , hoping you didn’t want him to stop already . “ c-can you tell me another poem ?” the man couldn’t help the smile on his face. “ you wanna be talked to while getting your pretty pussy eaten ?” he mused before nodding, “ of course, princess. “

he dipped down between your thighs , his hot tongue sliding down your folds .

“by my soul,”

his hands squeezed your thighs around his head even more , like he wanted be suffocated . you moaned out at the delicious contact of his tongue gliding down to your hole. 

“ i can neither eat”

his lips closed around your clit , his piercing brushing against it making your body jolt on the bed. “eren !”

“drink”

his lips sucked on one of your labia folds before releasing it. “fuck - eren !”

“nor sleep;”

he lifted his head and ran the flat of his tongue against your whole cunt before moving his head sideways to place kisses on your inner thighs , his warm breath fanning soothingly over your skin .

“nor– “ a finger dipped in your hole , slowly thrusting in and out. you screamed his name again, body shaking on the bed, “,what’s still worse , ” he placed another kiss against your pussy ,

“love any woman in the world but her.”

“just the tip, ‘kay?” Matsukawa drawls out his line as he pushes your knees farther apart with his. “s’not sex if it’s just the tip.”

your hand looks tiny pressed against his broad chest. it’s like pushing against a brick wall, his firm pectoral muscles flexing under your touch. the tattoo on his chest that unfurls to his shoulder and biceps really sells the bad boy image he’s supposed to be playing right now. 

and you, with your cute, flowy skirt bunched up around your waist, ripped open blouse, and the little cross dangling from a gold chain around your neck...you look every part the innocent church girl getting ruined by the not-so-boy-next-door.

“o-oh...” you shudder, looking down at where he’s just barely piercing you. your breath hitches in your throat and you swipe the back of your hand across your wet eyes, smearing your mascara on purpose in the process, “t-then...just a little...”

Matsukawa smirks.

and then in one brutal thrust, he sheathes his entire cock inside you, ripping a scream out of you. tears leak out of your eyes and down your temples, spit pooling in the corners of your mouth, whimpers rising from you at the hot, burning feeling of his fat cock throbbing inside you, and you can see the cameraman assigned to you zoom in on your expression. it’s the selling point of his videos, but until now, you thought it was all just pretend.

“that’s not...!” you throw your head back when he doesn’t give you any time to adjust and thrusts forward again. your thighs are trembling around his hips, spread so wide for his big frame. “nnn- t-too big- p-pull out!”

“can’t do that, doll,” Matsukawa groans, dropping his head, feeling the way your tight walls are sucking him in, the way his cock fits so snugly inside you. he huffs out a laugh, “you’re not exactly letting me go either. greedy little pussy.”

he rolls his hips and your cheeks heat up at the lewd squelches of his cock spearing your cunt open. there’s no doubt that every sound is being picked up by the shotgun mics, from your whimpers and moans to his grunts to the slap of his balls against your ass when he finally starts moving.

“look at that,” Matsukawa coos in your ear, “not as good and pure as everyone thinks you are, hm?”

he catches the gold cross on your necklace between his teeth and lifts his head again, smirking down at you, not even skipping a beat with every stroke of his cock. your fingers dig into his shoulders, forming crescent-shaped indents in his skin, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you’re not acting anymore, not with the way his cock is pummeling your insides, reaching so deep inside you like its trying to carve the shape of itself into your pussy.

"ah- please- nngh- please, i’ll be good, just- g-gentl- be gentler!”

Matsukawa just chuckles and shifts, balancing himself on one hand, hiking up one of your knees on his hip with the other, changing the angle of his thrusts to fuck you deeper, harder, faster.

the heat in you builds, coils tighter and tighter until you’re writhing under him, shaking your head and whining.

you really just can’t take it anymore, and—

“cut!” 

the director claps his hands and a mixture of relief and frustration bursts inside you at that.

“that was great, guys, stay right there. next angle, everyone.”

the cock inside you stills, though Matsukawa doesn’t tear his gaze off you. off the sweaty, crumpled expression on your face. it makes you a little self-conscious and so you avert your eyes, choosing to turn your head so you can watch Seijoh’s film crew fussing around with equipment, moving into place for the next angle. 

your co-star doesn’t let your attention drift though. he lets go of the cross between his teeth, and it drops back down onto your chest.

“you make really nice sounds. hot as fuck.”

your cheeks burn at the...compliment? glancing back at him out of the corner of your eye, you see his lips curl up into a crude smirk. 

he looks down between your legs, at the puffy lips stretched obscenely wide around the base of his length. “got a really nice pussy too.”

“oh my god,” you finally cover your face with your hands, “don’t say that.”

“even better than the rumors.”

“r-rumors?” your hands slip off your face.

“oh yeah. the boys here are all having a fit that i got you first. they wanted to watch you in action too, you know? but boss wouldn’t let them in. you can rest assured they will be watching when this comes out though.”

“oh my god.”

he just laughs, corners of his eyes crinkling. 

at the sight of that...you have to admit that Matsukawa Issei is really...really fucking hot. it’s unconscious, the way your cunt flutters at that, but he must feel it because the laugh dies in his throat and his smirk widens.

Matsukawa shifts and props his head up on one hand, looking down at you with hooded eyes. his other hand slides up your torso to cup a breast. “wanna go back to my place after this?”

blinking at him, you chew on the inside of your cheek. that...goes against every rule in your book but somehow, you don’t find yourself minding at all. “i...why?”

he shrugs, absently groping your tit, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, paying no mind to the way you flinch and arch your back under him. “like i said, you’ve got a nice pussy and, well, without these fucking cameras around...”

“...i wanna see how long you can really last. before breaking, i mean.”

he introduced himself to you as miya osamu, accompanied with a crooked smile that had you weak in the knees.

“may i interest you with one of our specials? it’s on the house,” he had said, causing you to gasp and fumble with your hands, frantically replying “no! um, it’s alright, i’ll pay!”

osamu just laughed and shushed you, not minding your shocked expression. he insisted, and you would have argued with him further had he not winked at you slyly.

you’re a sucker for guys like him and it’s proven with the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered like crazy.

since then, you’d been forgoing your packed bentos in favor of visiting your new favorite restaurant every lunch break. your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you realized that you just have a tiny crush on the handsome owner.

it went on like that for weeks, skirting around each other, sending flirty smiles and gazes, cracking jokes, and sharing little anecdotes of your life in the hopes that the other would finally make a move.

it’s your routine with osamu until it got disrupted when you finally met his brother and their...who was it? old friend?

osamu never really gave much away from his private life. he was very tight-lipped about it, but you guessed that he was just really a private person.

maybe if you had prodded further, things would’ve turned out differently.

“sweetheart! right on time, want ya to meet my scrub of a brother and uh, our very dear friend.”

it’s the first thing you hear when you open the doors into the restaurant, and your eyebrow quirks in confusion when you realize that it’s empty. funny, you didn’t see any ‘closed’ sign on the glass doors...

the pet name didn't go unnoticed, however, it never does, and osamu loves it when your cheeks flame in response to his teasing.

your attention is taken by his brother—you learned that his name is atsumu—when he bristles and frowns at osamu’s insult, immediately punching him in the arm.

“oi ‘samu! why’re ya calling me a scrub in front of the pretty lady?!”

you duck your head at his compliment, giggling at their brotherly antics when their quiet friend makes his presence known.

his hair is like osamu’s, but a couple of shades lighter and he regards you with a small smile as he raises his head in approval. you notice a dark shape protruding from his neck, is that a tattoo?

“kita, at your service,” the shorter man says, bowing his head in greeting as he keeps his clasped hands behind his back.

atsumu interrupts kita by taking your hand in his much larger and calloused one and drops a kiss on your knuckles. he’s definitely the more shameless twin.

it’s uncanny how he and osamu share the same face; the only way you can tell them apart is by their eyes and hair—atsumu’s eyes are warmer, more on the chocolate side and his hair is ash blonde and brown at the roots.

“ya already know my name, pretty,” he winks, smirking when an embarrassed expression crosses your face.

“stop harassing her, tsumu!” osamu scowls, pulling you from atsumu, cause your back to crash against his warm and firm chest.

kita watches the spectacle with thinly veiled amusement before clearing his throat and making the twins stand up straight.

somehow during their bickering, the twins sandwiched you, leaving a small amount of space in between that has your blood racing with how close and warm they feel.

“before i was so rudely interrupted by my brother, i was gonna ask if ya don’t mind tastin’ this new flavor me and kita came up with?”

osamu says in his deep voice, his large hands resting on your hips as his thumb draws slow circles on your covered skin.

“m-me? to what do i owe the pleasure?” you ask, clearly shocked at osamu’s statement. you totally miss the way atsumu’s eyes flash when you say pleasure.

“you’re a beloved patron of onigiri miya, so we want to run it by you first. besides, osamu values your opinion.”

kita finishes, and while your brain deduces that this is probably the reason the restaurant went under an impromptu closing, you feel someone discreetly sniffing your hair. you don’t have time to question it because the loud blonde pipes in.

“i value your opinion too! i know we just met but i can see why samu’s so smitten with ya,” atsumu reveals, and his brother quickly swears and punches him in the chest.

your heart swells at the idea that maybe your affections are returned; the other miya is quickly growing on you too, he’s different from his brother but it’s a good kind of different.

kita watches from the sides, silently appraising osamu’s—and by connection, atsumu’s—newest toy. you’re a pretty little thing, it’s no wonder that osamu has been so taken with you—so taken that he’s been neglecting his other duties.

such as testing the new party drugs their clan has been brewing at the basement of their compound.

like the dynamic of most twins, atsumu quickly catches on to his brother’s newest obsession; it’s why he couldn’t waste the opportunity of seeing you in the flesh and he definitely likes what he sees, you’re such a cute girl.

like osamu, he’s already had multiple fantasies of you ever since his brother showed him a picture of you sleeping. your pretty face would look so nice moaning in ecstasy and your luscious lips would look divine wrapped around his thick cock.

atsumu guesses that maybe you might need a bit of an enhancer so to speak, something to encourage you to let him and his brother have their way with you.

their lucky stars must be shining down on them because kita needs a dry run of the product, and it just so happens that the drug amplify the user’s sex drive.

so why not kill two birds with one stone?

“c’mon, i hear samu’s new onigiri flavor tastes amazing,” atsumu says, chuckling to himself as if he knows something you don’t.

osamu plants a small kiss on the crown of your head, shocking you and making you squeak. but he just smiles at you, grey eyes twinkling with mischief as he guides you by the arm towards the kitchen of his restaurant.

you miss the way he nods to kita as the older man nods back, placing his hands in his pockets before he strides towards the doors and into a waiting black car by the sidewalk.

“...she’s so fuckin’ wet, samu.”

“‘course she is. our pretty baby is a fuckin’ whore for us, ain’t she?”

their voices are a bit muffled, but you can definitely make out what they’re saying, as opposed to when you were streaming in and out of consciousness previously.

but this time, you’re finally torn from your fitful sleep because your body feels like it’s being kissed by fire.

you try to wipe your eyes to clear out the fogginess and stray tears but quickly discover that you can’t even move your hands.

“look at her buckin’ her hips against your mouth while she’s half conscious.”

that’s osamu’s voice, isn’t it? and what is he—?

“f-fuck!” you shriek, your chest heaving when you feel someone suckle your puffy clit harshly into their mouth. your body is slick with sweat, clinging to the soft and silken sheets beneath you.

you find out that the person responsible is atsumu, and the said miya is between your trembling legs, blonde hair in disarray as his tongue licks and sucks on your aching clit.

atsumu catches your eye and winks, lifting his head to blow you a kiss before returning to the task at hand. (more like at mouth.)

“finally, you’re awake, sleepyhead. didn’t expect that the drug would knock you out like that,” osamu says, more to himself than you as he sits on his haunches.

he palms your breast and his fingers give a quick pinch to your nipple, causing you to moan and buck your hips against his brother’s face. atsumu groans at your movement, and the vibrations send a shiver down your spine.

“w-what did you do to me, o-osamu?” you question him with tears in your eyes. the tears are from the pain of how hot and tingly your body feels, rather than the absolutely fucked up situation you’re slowly starting to realize you’re in.

you wail when you feel atsumu’s tongue bury inside of you, and your eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure of it all. your thighs threaten to close around the blonde’s head but his strength overpowers you.

his arms wrap around your thigh, preventing you from suffocating him as he bobs his head in a fashion that has your pussy gushing even more, causing you to gasp and moan his name brokenly.

was this the work of the drug? the fire you’re feeling in your veins and belly?

osamu tuts, displeased by how his twin brother is monopolizing your attention. he holds your chin with one hand so you can face him, while the other slowly strokes his leaking cock.

your eyes widen at his size, but you can’t help but become even more aroused at the length and girth that osamu’s carrying. it even looks more enticing when you realize that his entire left arm, as well as his shoulder, is covered with a myriad of tattoos that are all intertwined.

just who the hell are these people?

“kita-san wanted us to test out the new product. he’ll be damn well pleased to know it’s working.”

“p-product? what the hell—”

“shh, pretty girl. that’s enough talkin’. won’t you let me fuck your mouth, hmm?” osamu cuts you off by slipping his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as you struggle in your bonds.

your struggle is futile, the twins know it—you know it.

because with the way atsumu is practically making out with your pussy and combined with osamu’s saccharine words, your resolve is slowly crumbling.

it doesn’t help that the drug is finally showing its desired effects. the aphrodisiac in the onigiri osamu fed you is spreading through your bloodstream and increasing your sex drive, making you hornier and needier than you would normally be.

osamu knows it as well. a smirk graces his handsome face when he sees the pupils in your eyes practically disappear. you’re a hot mess; loud and needy whines erupt from your mouth, muffled by his thumb.

your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breathing picking up as your hips move on their own accord. you’re riding his brother’s face and atsumu groans, slapping your thighs to show his approval.

“tsumu’s happily eatin’ your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? please?” osamu pleads, his grey eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

you nod vigorously as you whimper. you want, no, you need more. you need to be filled.

“open up, baby,” osamu orders as he removes his thumb, groaning when he sees a string of spit connecting his finger to your mouth. you whine when he guides his cock to you, smearing his pre-cum as he taps the tip of his cock on your cheek.

you squeak when atsumu’s teeth graze your clit, then moan long and hard when he soothes the little bite with his tongue, sucking the bud into his mouth. osamu seizes the opportunity and deftly slips his cock between your lips, and you can’t help but whine when his girth stretches your lips to the point where it aches.

osamu shivers when the vibrations from your moan go straight to his cock. he barely gives you a few moments to prepare yourself before his fingers tug at your hair and shoves his entire length in your mouth.

your squeal gets muffled, gagging as tears spring into your eyes at the sudden intrusion. but you find it so arousing that your mouth is being used as a cocksleeve. your arms struggle against the silk cloth tied around your wrists but not because you want to push the twins away.

rather, you want to run your shaking hand down osamu’s abs, and through atsumu’s soft blonde strands. you just want to touch them like how they’re touching you.

osamu moans when his cock reaches the back of your throat, his other arm holding the headboard as he pulls his hips back to thrust into your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens as he controls the movements of your head, his lips parting as he watches the tears mix with the drool that’s seeping from your mouth.

you’re making an even bigger mess of his cock and you can’t control your cries of pleasure either—though it’s all garbled—because atsumu pushes your legs up to your chest, holding your thighs as the folds of your pussy squeeze together.

from what you can gather through the mess of limbs and your blurry vision, atsumu’s right arm is moving rapidly with his hand wrapped around his cock as he jerks off with a speed equal to osamu’s thrusts in your mouth.

another notable thing about his arm is that it seems like it’s parallel to osamu’s tattoos; the entire sleeve, along with his shoulder as well, are covered with the black ink but your thought gets derailed quickly by the fact that atsumu is a savage pussy eater, uncaring of the sounds or mess he’s making.

whatever they’re doing, it doesn’t change the fact that both twins are on a mission; one’s determined to take pleasure from you and the other one is determined to make you cum all over his mouth.

“fuck yeah, that’s a good slut, letting me fuck her mouth,” osamu hisses as the headboard creaks beneath his tight grip. his grey eyes flutter as you choke and gag all over his dick, his fingers tightening in your hair as the vibrations from your mouth increase in intensity.

his abs clench and balls tighten from his incoming orgasm, eyebrows furrowing when his twin gets even louder and messier where he’s eating your slutty cunt. there’s practically a puddle where atsumu’s eating you and your slick is smeared across the back of your thighs and crevice of your ass.

eyes even blurrier through the cascading tears, it seems like your body is only getting hotter the nearer you get to your orgasm. your clit is throbbing and painful from atsumu’s ministrations, your lower stomach tightening until the spring threatens to snap.

osamu’s cock thrusting in your mouth feels so good too, you feel like you’re about to burst with all the pleasure you’re feeling—just a few more thrusts, a few more slurps, and suckling—

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” osamu groans, cutting your train of thought as you feel atsumu’s moan rumble against your pussy. all three of you cum together, the cries of your pleasure bouncing against the walls of the room as your body stiffens then shakes as the fire in your veins stretch throughout your sweaty form.

“fuckin’ shit, yeah take my cum baby, that’s a good slut, c’mon swallow it.” osamu says through gritted teeth, jaw clenching as he empties his load down your throat. there’s so much cum that it spills around the sides of your lips, leaving a white ring around his cock as tears stream down your face.

atsumu’s too busy smearing his release all over your throbbing pussy, spreading the white strings between your folds and teasing your clit with his continuously leaking tip as he lets out a couple of groaned expletives.

“want me to paint your face with my cum?”

your eyes flutter at osamu’s question, the grey-haired twin getting an idea as he watches his brother make his mark on you with his leaking cock. your shiny eyes look pathetic, wide, and pleading to get branded by osamu’s cum. he moans at how slutty and needy you look, pulling his still hard cock out of your overused mouth.

he bites his lower lip as he presses the tip of his dick on your face, watching intently as droplets of white mark your sweaty cheek. fuck, if this isn’t an explicit sign that he, and begrudgingly his brother, have ownership over you, then he doesn’t know what is.

“fuckin’ slutty bitch, wish you could see how messy your face is.” atsumu croons, brown eyes watching with glee as his brother smears his cum over your pretty face.

“shit, haven’t jerked off like that since i was a teenager,” atsumu quips to himself as he winces at how sensitive his cock feels. his balls are still so heavy, the only way he’ll feel satisfied is if he empties himself inside your cunt.

“you got a real good pussy on ya, princess.”

you whine, jerking against your bonds when atsumu slaps your hypersensitive pussy, whimpering pathetically as more slick gushes out of you. you can’t control the way your hips involuntarily roll against the air, searching for something to fill you up with. your body is still burning from the aphrodisiac and even though atsumu is talented with his mouth—you need more.

“look at her samu, still horny as fuck. want your other holes to be filled that badly, huh?” atsumu teases, giving your pussy a few more slaps. the bed sinks underneath his weight, brown eyes piercing through you. “good thing me and samu are good guys. don’t worry, you’ll get your cocks, sweetheart.”

the twins move quickly; you squeak when your wrists fall to your stomach, immediately realizing how sore your arms feel from being held up for so long. osamu’s holding a shiny knife, clearly having freed from the silk cloth.

he returns it to the drawer while atsumu makes himself comfortable against the headboard, mirroring your position as he pulls you on top of him, your palms finding purchase on his warm and defined chest.

he observes the dried cum on your face with interest as his tattooed arm makes its way between your legs. two of his fingers prod and play with your pussy before he inserts them inside, causing you to whine and instinctively ride his fingers.

atsumu clicks his tongue in disapproval as he holds you still while osamu takes his place behind you. osamu pushes your lower back none too gently, further deepening your arch as your body trembles from flames of unadulterated desire.

osamu spreads your cheeks, loudly spitting on your asshole. the wetness on your puckered hole makes you squeal and squirm as his fingers spread the globule of spit around the tight ring of muscle.

“have you ever had your ass fucked before?” he asks but doesn’t wait for you to answer because his fingers circle the rim of your ass, smirking when your back arches even more. atsumu probably curled his fingers inside of you, miffed at the way osamu captured your attention.

osamu’s question hangs in the air, you have never had your ass fucked, and usually, the apprehension of partaking in something foreign would weigh you down, but then again, that’s what the drug is for—removing one’s inhibitions, to formally speak.

the brothers stimulate your holes with their thick and skilled fingers, their mouths spewing filthy words as they watch you take them, causing your cheeks to burn. your nails scratch along atsumu’s chest, grunting when osamu inserts his index finger in your ass down to the knuckle.

the tip of his tongue rests on his lower lip as he swirls his finger inside your ass, stretching you out so you can take his cock. he spits again before his middle finger stretches you further. your head is hung low as you slowly move your hips along the rhythm of their fingers, gasping when the twins probe at an extra sensitive spot.

osamu removes his fingers from your stretched hole while atsumu continues to torture you, his other hand holding your chin as he pulls your face towards his. he captures your lips with his own, not caring about the taste of his twin’s cock lingering in your mouth.

you moan against atsumu’s lips when osamu taps his heavy cock on your ass—as if he’s saying hello—before the tip nudges your hole. red streaks from your nails cover atsumu’s pecs as osamu’s dick splits your ass open.

“your ass looks so pretty stretched around my cock—fuck, you’re so tight,” osamu hisses when he bottoms out, prompting atsumu to remove his fingers from you as he sucks and nibble away at your bottom lip. one of his hands squeezes your waist as he guides his cock to your pussy.

atsumu slowly brings you down on his lap, causing all three of you to cry out in pleasure. the skin separating them is thin and they’re both so thick that they can feel the weight of each other’s cock. both of them are cursing while you’re just there, cross-eyed and drool freely dropping from your mouth as your body trembles from practically being split in half.

atsumu bottoms out and the two brothers groan, your name mixing with a couple more colorful expletives. they take one long deep breath before osamu pulls out, only leaving the tip inside. he goes back deep in your ass with one hard thrust, your whimper turning into a scream as your body jolts forward.

atsumu takes that as his cue to mirror his brother’s actions and soon they fall into a near-perfect rhythm that only twins can do. osamu’s large hands are holding your hips so hard, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your skin. atsumu, on the other hand, is slapping your ass so hard that there are imprints of his palm on your jiggling skin.

just like the twins’ rugged and edgy looks, they fuck you rough and fast, greatly encouraged by your loud and pathetic cries as they take turns ruining your holes.

“this good enough for you, whore?” osamu hisses in your ear, hips thrusting wildly as he pulls your body back and forth on his cock.

“both your holes will be overflowing with our cum, ain’t that what ya wanted?” atsumu teases you, groaning when you tighten around him. the smacks of his hand on your ass mix with the slaps of your thighs on his lap.

“more, more!” you beg, face messy with fresh tears, drool, and dried cum. atsumu groans at how completely wrecked you look—his pretty baby, reduced to a mindless whore by his and his twin’s cocks.

“you really just can’t get enough, huh?” osamu grunts, his hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around him. one of his hands tug your hair by the roots. you squeal when he pulls your head towards him, your neck straining from the sudden movement. “we’re already splitting you open and you’re still begging for more?”

his raspy voice against your ear makes you shiver, the deep timbre sending tingles down your spine. you’re inconsolable, their filthy and degrading words not registering because all you currently care about are the two cocks pistoning in and out of you.

“please! need you, need your cocks— fuck, please!”

“yeah? then that’s what you’ll get, pretty,” atsumu rasps, his voice husky as he and osamu make eye contact, their twin telepathy playing in motion. they subtly nod to each other, their thrusts  increasing in intensity and with shortened intervals.

they’re not leaving you enough room to breathe due to their eerily precise movements that are particularly exclusive to twins. they’re loud and noisy, sweaty skin slapping and rubbing against your trembling form; it’s just so messy.

everything is dripping, making an obscene squelching sound as the twins fuck your creamy slick back into you. you’re a blabbering mindless mess and the only thing you know how to be is a glorified sex doll to these wayward brothers as they fuck you with a vigor that nobody has ever had in your life.

the twins are rutting into you, one from below and one from behind. the bed is creaking with your combined weight and movements as the headboard behind atsumu’s back is thumping against the wall. your nails leave red welts on his chest and your neck is aching with how osamu is bending your neck so he can see your fucked out expression.

eyes crossed and unseeing, your eyelids flutter as the pleasure takes over every nerve ending in your body. your vocal cords feel raw with how much you’re stressing your throat (and from osamu’s brutal face-fucking).

you’re clenching and unclenching around them, unintelligible words coming out of your drooling mouth as the twins snatch your breath away from you, tits swaying all over your chest from their powerful and hard thrusts.

“i’m gonna cum,” osamu grunts, voice tight as you clench around him. his eyebrows furrow in concentration, droplets of sweat traveling down his abs.

atsumu whines, not quite at the same place as his twin. “wait samu!”

“hurry the fuck up, dumbass.”

“m-my clit, please!” you plead, eyes wide and bright. you’re almost there, almost. osamu obliges you, one hand from your hip goes down your stomach as he spreads your folds, giving atsumu’s other hand reaches down as he furiously rubs your clit before pinching it.

you scream as you clench around them, causing them to moan your name as their hips jerk and stop abruptly, hot and thick spurts of cum spilling inside of you. their orgasms trigger yours, wailing as clear liquid shoots out of you, drenching atsumu’s abs as your nails scrape his pecs.

your eyes roll to the back of your head just as atsumu gasps, garnering osamu’s attention. the said brother was resting his forehead on your sweaty back, breathing heavily as he languidly raises his head.

“samu! she squirted!”

loud groans fill your ears as more ropes of cum spill from their cock, overflowing your battered pussy. the squelching of mixed fluids is deafening to you, their shallow thrusts pushing out rivulets of white as they moan quietly through their lips. you’re a whimpering and whining mess, the twins stopping their movements as the three of you pause and take a breather.

osamu pulls out and watches with wide-eyed interest as a thick globule of his cum leaks from your ass, traveling down the crevice to run down atsumu’s balls and onto the drenched sheets. you’re shaking and numb, atsumu’s whine sounding far away as he lifts you off of him.

osamu ungraciously crashes on the other side of the bed, breathing heavily with his arm across his eyes. atsumu’s shaking his disheveled blonde head from side to side, trying to gather his wits when his phone rings on the nightstand.

his phone lights up to indicate that it’s kita-san and he immediately scrambles to answer it with a stuttered and breathless greeting. it’s scary, actually. their boss always has an eerie and impeccable timing.

“h-hello?”

“judging by your heavy breathing, am i correct in assuming that it worked?”

atsumu nods slowly, forgetting that kita can’t see him, too entranced by how you’re still able to go at it because you’ve climbed onto his twin’s lap, vigorously bouncing on his cock as your tits sway around your chest with every movement you make.

osamu’s practically immobile on the bed, groans borderline sounding pained as his hazy grey eyes watch you fuck yourself on his aching cock. your voice is weak and soft as you cry out and whine more, more, more!

kita sighs at the lack of response from atsumu, and he quickly hangs up the phone because ultimately, he got his answer by hearing your pleasured whimpers traveling down the line as you fuck his enforcers to overstimulation.

the twins have been bitching about the lack of a—quote on quote—“pretty baby doll they can regularly sink their cocks into”.

well, now they got what they wanted. they should be thankful that you stepped through the doors of onigiri miya that one afternoon, and the fact that kita technically played matchmaker.

You swallow, tongue heavy in your mouth, as you watch Eren’s hands linger on the bare back of yet another woman. At this point, you don’t bother keeping track of their names. Their appearances have blurred, too, existing as a shadow in your mind.

“Y/N,” calls Mikasa. Concern drips heavy from her voice as she grabs onto your hand. She squeezes tightly. “I can call Eren away —”

You smile weakly. “It’s okay, Mika. I agreed to this.”

Mikasa sighs, shakes her head. Her pixie cut has grown out longer than she usually lets it, and it swishes around her beautiful face, marred only by the sorrow in her eyes from sympathizing with your pain.

“You had agreed to this, but things have changed,” she says, blocking your view of Eren and his flavor of the night.

You force your weak smile to grow wider. “For me, yes. But not for him.”

“Y/N—”

“It’ll be over before you know it,” you say, forcing some optimism into your eyes, into your voice. “I’ll throw a divorce party!” You find a laugh slipping out easily, almost hysterically as you think about hosting such an event.

Mikasa is quiet. She sighs. She knows not to push it any further at this public event. “Take advantage of the open bar. I’m sure Sasha will appreciate you letting loose at her engagement party.” Mikasa shifts her standing stance, and the change allows you to see Eren and the girl slipping away quietly.

You grit your teeth. “Show me to it, then.”

To drink after drink after drink, you think about what brought you here.

The way of the world was harsh, but you were the one who had stepped into this world. You had been the one to agree to the contract.

—

four years ago

“Marry me.”

You nearly choke on your drink, both the rum and the coke of your drink burning in your throat from the alcoholic content and the carbonation.

“E-excuse me?”

Eren raises an eyebrow, tilts his head back to stare at you with his elegant nose in the air. “C’mon. Don’t say you haven’t thought of every solution. If you marry me, then we both get our way.”

You take a gulp of water, cleansing your throat. “Elaborate, before I have to check you into the psych ward, Jaeger.”

“I know you despise me, and don’t get me wrong, I hate you, too. But —”

You narrow your eyes. “Clearly you don’t hate me that much, as it appears you’re proposing to me.” Your temper is beginning to rise. You cancelled an important meeting for this man, hoping his dramatic note of “I’ll change your life” had to mean something more than the worst proposal event you’ve ever had to witness.

You grab your Chanel purse and pull up your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. This is looking like a waste of time.

Eren, to your annoyance, snatches your phone away from you, his long arms making it too far out to grab.

“Before you angrily exit, think about it.” He wiggles the phone in front of you before letting you snatch it back. With your full attention grabbed, he continues speaking. “If you marry me, you don’t have to marry Erwin. He’s old enough to be your father for gods’ sake!”

You smirk, tucking your phone into your purse as you speak. “What if I’m into that?”

Eren’s face flushes crimson as his overactive imagination imagines your body looped with Erwin’s, sweat shining on your face, lips glossy as you call out Daddy and suddenly, Erwin’s body is replaced with his own and he — Eren places a stop to his thoughts immediately.

He clears his throat. “You could be. But do you really want to get in the way of his love story? Think about how much it would hurt Levi.”

You sigh, for the first time in your life agreeing with Eren. Erwin and Levi were an on-and-off couple, and you knew that his and your advisors and shareholders didn’t consider them serious enough to last. But you knew them both personally, and knew that “love story,” as Eren said, was the best way to describe it.

“You think I want to do that? Break them up? Believe me, it’s not my choice or Erwin’s. We’ve both been hounding us to merge our companies. With Erwin’s fashion conglomerate melding with my commercial real estate background, it’s a perfect recipe for multimillion levels of growth.”

It annoys you to discuss such intimate business details with your rival, so you stop with the details there. You wouldn’t put it past the Jaeger scion to go for this merger with Erwin himself somehow, with Jaeger Enterprises also managing commercial real estate, in addition to construction in general. They had recently opened up a hospital in the downtown area, so they were most likely on the hunt for their next project.

A glimmer in his gorgeous green eyes distracts you from those thoughts. You nearly recoil as you realize your brain just used the word gorgeous to describe him.

“I know, Zeke said the same exact thing to me. But, think about it. If we merge, we own the majority of Paradis real estate. Every company will have no choice but to—”

“Come to us…” you say, blurting it as your thoughts move at the speed of light. You never thought this would be on the table. Ever. And so you had never considered this kind of business move.

For starters — you hated Eren’s guts just as much as he hated yours. The only reason you were being so cordial to him now, and him to you, was because the two of you could see the paparazzi standing outside the glass doors of the restaurant you two were meeting at.

The last time the two of you were seen together by the paparazzi was at Mikasa’s 23st birthday party at a fancy restaurant in NYC, her being your best friend from Harvard, and Eren being her adoptive brother. Just the same, it ended with the two of you throwing glassware and utensils at each other in drunken rage. The media had made several thousands of dollars off that exchange, and both your and Eren’s companies had lost just as much money from the publicity damage. You couldn’t afford another event like that.

“I’m listening,” you finally say, emerging from your thoughts of the past. “What do I gain? If we merge, leadership becomes an issue.”

“I’ve thought it out,” Eren says, withdrawing a small portfolio from his thick coat. “Mostly, Zeke has. I let him in on this, by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you say, clenching your jaw. You hate Eren, but most of it is due to him supporting his terrible brother. “Though I don’t trust that sleazeball.”

Eren grumbles, but just opens up the portfolio, slides it over to you. You lift it up, and your eyes widen as you see the incredible attention to detail and logic going into this … marriage. This merger.

“Fuck me,” you find yourself whispering. Your hand trembles on the page of the as you look at the figures and concepts.

Eren whistles. “I could be, if you —” You swat at him with the portfolio, and you see a few flashes of light from the cameras outside as he winces. Thankfully, the shots will probably be too blurry from the distance the paparazzi are at to sell.

But anyway … “Fine. Fuck it, Jaeger, I’m in. But we’ve got to do it my way.”

Eren nods vigorously. The Eren Jaeger you know of, all cutting gazes and sharp remarks, is gone in the face of an Eren who’s shocked you’re agreeing to this wild plan. It’s almost … cute. The sparkle in his eye, that is. Not him, you think to yourself strongly.

“First. This is a five year long contract,” you begin. “It should be enough time to accomplish these numbers, and not long enough that people get too used to us. Secondly, I will be CEO.”

“Hey!”

You don’t say anything, just give him a cold glare. “Jaeger. The only reason your company exists and is thriving is because your fuckface of a brother betrayed my father and ran off with personal records. As much as you worship him, you can’t lie Jaeger Enterprises wouldn’t be anything without my family.”

Eren’s lips thin to a line, but he can’t disagree with the facts.

That’s why you despise Eren. Your father had thought of Zeke as his own son, and you grew up looking up to Zeke like a precious family member. You had never been set to take over the company, because Zeke was supposed to. All that remained at that point had been adoption papers. Then, at your father’s weakest, when stocks were plummeting and talks of others replacing him as CEO — Zeke betrayed your family company, and took several important project ideas and fundamental leadership away to start his own company.

Your father’s health deteriorated instantly from the betrayal. At the time, you were just barely out of highschool, about to begin your undergraduate years at Harvard. And you still did, still went to college — all while being the CEO of a company on the edge of bankruptcy with a father on the edge of death.

To top it off, Zeke’s legacy continued to haunt you in the face of Eren Jaeger’s presence at Harvard, too. The product of Grisha Jaeger’s second marriage to a prominent old money family — you had dinners with Carla’s duchess mother every now and then — he was just as two faced as Zeke, just with a gold spoon tucked under his tongue. Not only that, he worshipped his successful brother, enough to give up his title to work as Zeke’s second in command at Jaeger Enterprises. The two of you constantly bickered, especially as you had to see each other frequently due to Mikasa.

It was a stressful few years, but you came out of it intelligent and capable, with your company back at the top of the ranks and your father in much better health.

There was no way in hell you’d lose it all to a different Jaeger years later. Even if it would land you in a marriage you didn’t want to be in.

“Alright, I agree,” Eren says, sighing, coming to terms with you acting as first in command as CEO. “Zeke did say it’d come to this.”

You sniff. “What does he think about it?”

Surprisingly, a smile grows on his face, his perfect white teeth shining as the dimples in his cheeks become prominent. “He said it’d be better off in your hands than mine.”

You blink rapidly, face flushing. You aren’t sure how to react. On either account of his words or his radiant smile. And so you move onto the next few conditions, distracting yourself with what you know best: rules.

“Don’t expect any love in this marriage. Ever,” you say, vehemently.

Eren laughs loudly. “Of course, princess. This is one heart you’ll never be able to win over.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t want to, anyway. Keep your affairs discreet, and I will, too.”

He nods, the smile wiping off his face to be replaced with an expressionless though ruthless face. You’ve heard of how Eren gets in the boardroom, but this is the first time you’ve seen his nature so stripped of his carefree attitude in person.

“Alright. But we have to keep up appearances. This has to be a love marriage, at least on paper. Otherwise the public would never accept us as a true couple, especially not with our, ah, scandal a while ago. Scandals, plural.”

You nod. “Yes. Pure love on paper is the only way to go.” Mikasa’s birthday wasn’t the only time the two of you clashed in public, though there were too many others to name. Enough that the two of you would need to pay extra attention to presenting your so-called ‘love story.’

Eren smirks. “Can you manage that? Can’t forget your frigid nature, princess. Or should I say ice queen?” The college nickname still hurts. Paying attention to your studies and business while in college, and never engaging in anything romantic even as most of the student population at Harvard fell for you earned you that nickname.

You flush. “Shut the fuck up, Jaeger. You know why that rumor exists.”

He sobers his teasing slightly. “I’m sorry you had to grow up so fast.”

The genuine apology shocks you to your core, enough for your lips to part briefly. Again, you push away that foreign emotion to proceed with businesswoman-like seriousness, and purse your lips.

“When do I sign this contract?”

Eren smiles. “Soon as you find your way to my office.”

“How soon can I do that?”

“Soon as tomorrow morning, if you’d like. What do you say to coffee and croissants after signing? We can walk to 5th avenue and go shopping, too. I can ‘propose’ to you then, too. For the media”

You find yourself smiling, too, thinking of how much fun you’d have insulting him while the paparazzi think the two of you are on a date. “It’s a deal.”

“Not a date?” he teases.

You give him a look, that says everything you want to say.

He laughs, and you’re shocked by how good you feel making him laugh.

“Stop laughing at me, Jaeger!” you say, trying to move past that.

He smiles, and stands, extending his hand out to help you up with his perfect noble manners. “Call me Eren.”

You take his hand.

—

back to the present

That’s how it had begun. Soon, the media had placed you and Eren in a whirlwind enemies-to-lovers romance. There were Instagram accounts dedicated to your and Eren’s matching outfits, TikTok tea pages tracking your every date location, Twitter stan accounts creating edits of your paparazzi pics. And so much more, too.

It was exactly the media requirement necessary to let your grumbling shareholders and VIPs agree to the merger first, and the marriage second, pushing Erwin away and aside.

Everything moved with a graceful flow, and the two of you had a blast being faux-in-love. Maybe too much of a blast, you thought, scrolling through Eren’s instagram feed. It was basically all pictures of you, loving and joking captions to top it all off.

Most recent post: you holding a cup of warm mocha to your lips, cheeks flushed in the cold winter weather. It’s summer, but I’m thinking back to when my wife warmed my heart in winter more than the hot chocolate.

The true story: you had spit hot chocolate on his expensive cashmere sweater when he threw out the idea of his caption. It was so hilarious and sappy you nearly lost your mind. Thankfully, Eren had only laughed, said he’d treasure the stained sweater forever.

You switch to Twitter, and find a picture of you and Eren walking to your car after a night out at a gala afterparty, Eren’s hands on the small of your back. You shiver, remembering how warm his palm had been on your skin, warm enough that you didn’t even think of wearing your sweater in the chill October wind then.

All of these landmark dates — your heart feels heavy as you continue looking at pictures of the two of you together on various social media and magazines.

A picture perfect couple, people say. Soulmates, people claim. Twin flames, people write.

It is too much for you.

Because, you see: amidst the orchestrated social media posts and planned outings together, you’ve caught feelings for Eren Jaeger.

Only, he hasn’t for you.

—

It started with him bringing you chocolate croissants with your favorite drink of choice in the morning. Rain or shine, he had your morning treat for you ever since your first “date” and proposal event after signing the contract. On days when work was not an issue, he made breakfast for you instead. Or at least, he tried, and you helped repair whatever mess of eggs he made.

Then, he began matching your clothes, taking you shopping more often, more spontaneously. You’d never been one to be vain, not having time for it, but he did. Carving time into your schedule for you to take care of yourself, Eren was more attuned to your self-care than you’d ever been. He took you on joint spa dates sometimes, where he ate the cucumbers off your face to annoy you, and rubbed your sore muscles when the attendants were too rough with your skin. He was your crutch to lean on.

You knew you were gone when you had suggested the two of you move into an apartment with one bedroom. Not two separate ones. Because lately, you found yourself crawling into Eren’s bed when he was there, his large warmth comforting your anxieties and putting you to the best sleep of your life every night.

“B-because it’s closer to the office! And they have additional security just for paparazzi! And—”

Eren cut you off with a laugh, rubbing the top of your head, him being taller than you and loving to rub that in. “We can do whatever you want, my wife.” He called you wife often, and you called him husband often. Not as pet names … but something for the friendship you’d developed. But in that precise moment, you had to finally acknowledge how you felt when he called you his wife.

You had fallen for him. You fell for him. You are still falling for him.

The stomach sickness you called? Butterflies. The heat in your cheeks, you pretended were allergies? Desire and embarrassment for your desire. The dizziness in your head, which you told your doctor was probably from sleeping wrong? Eren’s physical proximity throws you off.

You are in love with him.

But it hurts like fucking hell knowing he isn’t. At best, you are a close friend, a best friend. Nothing more.

Because all the same while you loved him, he fucked other girls.

He’s discreet about it, like you asked. You don’t know their names anymore, but you used to find out. Now, you let it pass. They’re all beautiful, all women you wish you were like. His type is very obvious: women who don’t look or act anything like you, and they are very far removed from the business driven world. They are all sweet, too, as far as you know, so you can’t even hate them.

You can only hate yourself, for having designed the cage you are trapped in. The timer on the clock of your marriage contract is ticking, ready to shatter in a year’s time, but the cage around your heart is chained to Eren. That one will hardly ever break.

That’s the way of the world, you think bitterly. Nothing ever goes how you want it to.

You had planned Sasha’s engagement party to be the place where you gathered enough courage to tell Eren how you felt. You had hoped that the joys of another couple would inspire you to get your own true joy.

Yet, you just watch from the bar Mikasa led you to as Eren circles crowds, woos women, having returned from wherever he went with the previous girl. You can see a violet lipstick stain on his neck that is nowhere close to the crimson of your lips. The bitter taste in your mouth is overwhelming.

“Y/N,” calls a deep voice. You turn slowly to see Jean, your childhood best friend and CFO, third-in-command under you and Eren. “I saw Mikasa talk to you earlier, but I wanted to talk to you, too.”

You swallow. “Jean, I’ve had enough of people telling me to talk to Eren. Clearly you can see how it would go down.” You turn to look at Eren again. The girl he was with earlier is by his side again, and your eyes lock onto her lips. Violet. The bitter taste in your mouth has travelled, and is now burning in your heart, as if you’ve swallowed a poison.

“That’s not what I’m here to say,” he says, genuine worry in his voice. “I think you should leave him.”

Your jaw drops as you bring your attention back to Jean. The pity in his hazel eyes hurts almost as much as looking at Eren and his affairs does “What? We’re only a year away from the contract expiring!”

“Less than a year,” Jean says, grabbing onto one of your hands, squeezing it. “I read through the terms and conditions, and there’s loose wording. You can get away with ending now — the terms don’t say you have to finish your fifth year. Just that you have to reach it.”

You feel faint from the sudden reveal of such news. You know Jean can recognize it by how he lifts a hand up to your back to steady you.

“You’re … you’re serious?”

Jean nods. “I consulted Armin. And obviously Levi would defend you in court, an—”

You sigh, interrupting his persuasion about all the support you would receive if things got bad. “It won’t go that far. Eren doesn’t care about this marriage.” Things wouldn’t get bad. You knew Eren would just merrily sign the papers, that smile you loved to see so much still on his face even while you were hurting beyond description.

Jean pauses. “Are you sure?”

“With the number of lipstick colors I’ve become acquainted with the past years, and just how many shapes lace can take, I’m more than sure,” you say, insinuating what you can’t say outright.

“Well,” Jean says. “Maybe losing you will be the trigger.”

“I doubt it,” you say, bowing your head. You wish that Eren had even a tiny bit of feelings for you to feel anything from your loss, but even that’s not there. You’ve looked for it: in his eyes, in his body language, even in the way he fakes the relationship. But there is nothing there. You can feel tears brimming in your eyes, but you hold it back.

Jean suddenly pulls you closer, hugging you to his body when he sees the heartbreak on your face. You find a tear leaking out of your eye no matter your control, and are grateful you didn’t bother with eye makeup tonight to distract away from your daring gown you had chosen for tonight. You had chosen it hoping Eren would finally notice you as a woman, but of course, it had no effect.

“Sorry to cry on your expensive suit,” you sniffle. You look up at Jean with teary eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl,” Jean says, rubbing your hair, calming you down. Jean always knew what to do.

“I should’ve married you,” you find yourself saying, shaking your head sorrowfully and jokingly at once. “Then—” You stop short when you hear a scoff. You know that voice.

“You’re fucking serious, Y/N?” Eren snarls, following from his scoff. “What happened to discreet?” His voice is rising.

You gasp. That was the last thing you wanted Eren to hear, especially not with you saying that to Jean of all people. For some reason, Eren had always been standoffish around Jean.

“Eren,” you say quietly. “You’re causing a scene.” People around you have begun to look at the three of you out of the corner of their eyes. And if things escalate, you know they will turn to fully looking.

“Me?” Eren says, incredulous. “I’m not the one ready to fuck Jean fucking Kirstein on this ballroom floor.”

You gasp again, bringing your hand to your mouth. “Eren!”

He chuckles darkly. “You were clinging to him, Y/N. I get doing that in private, seeing how much time you spend with him on a daily basis, but here? I’m disgusted.”

Your sadness and shock begins to transform into an overpowering rage. You are physically beginning to shake from how much emotion you are holding back.

“Disgusted at me? You’re the one with a different girl’s lipstick on your neck for everyone to see.” Not to mention, the only reason you saw Jean everyday was because Eren was not around to comfort your loneliness. You met with Jean to confide whenever Eren was out with his plethora of women.

“Jealous much?” Eren says bitterly.

“I should be saying that to you,” you spit back.

Your chest rises and falls sharply, and Eren’s jaw is clenched, the sharp contours of his bones protruding.

There is quiet as the rage and anger between the two of you simmers.

And suddenly, an explosion.

“I can’t wait to be done with this joke of a marriage in a year,” Eren whispers, dropping his voice low.

You don’t even bother gasping. You lean into your primary instinct, and slap his perfect face with a hardness and strength you weren’t sure you could own.

“I’m done with it right now,” you say, your voice even toned. The ballroom has quieted. You wish this wasn’t happening. Not here, not now, not with him. But it is. “Expect divorce papers on your desk tomorrow, Jaeger.”

You turn away from him, and walk towards the exit, the train of your dress fluttering behind you. As tears flow endlessly, you let your legs move on their own as the paparazzi outside barrage you with questions, the flashing of several cameras blinding you. You can hear voices calling for you from behind, but you continue forward.

You’re going to have to buy Sasha and Niccolo a restaurant to make up for this happening at their party.

You’d buy several more if it meant what just happened tonight could be completely erased.

—

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck is a chorus in Eren’s head.

He knows he’s fucked up. His cheek stings from your slap. Jean’s lip is curled in disgust. He can see Sasha and Niccolo standing a distance away, confused. Mikasa is looking at him with an unreadable expression, but even he can see the distaste and disappointment.

The only saving grace, he thinks, is when he sees Zeke approach him.

“Zeke, I—”

“What were you thinking?” Zeke hisses. “What the hell is this, Eren?”

“I…”

“Obviously, you weren’t thinking at all,” Zeke says, shaking his head. He pushes his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. “I overheard almost everything, and the blame is entirely on you, Eren.”

Eren stays silent. He knows he should just listen to Zeke recount his sins.

“You were the one flaunting around with other women all this time. You think the public hasn’t caught on? You’re dead wrong. It’s me doing background damage control. I’ve spent more money paying off paparazzi in the last year than I have in my lifetime. All because I didn’t want you to hurt Y/N anymore than you and I already have. But of course, your head is thicker than a log.”

Eren’s silence has become suffocating. He can still see the tears glimmering in your eyes, can still picture the hurt flashing in your eyes. He doesn’t know why it’s hurting him so much, though.

Oh, but he does, he does. There is a sinking feeling in his stomach as Zeke continues to berate him, and he realizes what he’s been burying down for so long. Why he avoids girls that look like you, girls that act like you, talk like you, dress like you. He’s been trying to run from himself for so long, that he’s run from you now.

“Zeke,” he says, desperately. “How can I fix this?”

Zeke frowns, feeling sorry for his little brother, however idiotic he may be. “I don’t know if you can.”

—

It was indeed true what you had said. Eren stares down at the divorce papers as if they are written in a different language.

“Well? What are you waiting for, brat? Sign it,” Levi says, tapping the tip of his leather boots on the tiled floor impatiently. “I’ve got clients to see to. Not everyone has time to fuck around like you.”

“Levi,” Eren says, steeling himself. “I’m not signing this.”

Levi tsks. “The hell you’re not. After the public verbal abuse you gave my client yesterday, with multiple witness accounts of your flagrant infidelity, if Y/N chooses to press charges, I could strip you of everything. Be a good little boy and fucking sign it while she’s still blind from her love for you.”

Eren’s brain stops working. “Her … love for me?” Love rolls off his tongue like a foreign word. His heart is wrenching in his chest like he is wringing it in his hands personally.

Levi’s jaw drops slightly, though he picks it up just as quickly. “God. I always wondered if being related to that fucking ape Zeke meant you’d be just as stupid. Now I know.”

The insults slide off of Eren, for one reason.He has to know. “What do you mean by her love for me?”

Levi frowns. “I feel bad for you. Have you not noticed? Her sad eyes when you come to her side, tie askew, hair mussed? Or when Erwin and I had dinner with the two of you, and you were late because of your affairs? She kept your water ice cold even when the ice cubes were melting by getting ice herself. Not to mention so many other instances and situations that everyone but you have seen. No one sane in love would do that. She’s crazy in love with you.”

A pause from Levi.

“She was crazy in love with you.” His frown changes to an ambivalent line on his lips. “Now sign the papers, so she can be freed from this loveless marriage. I care about Y/N too much to have her hurt any longer because of you.”

“Levi …” Eren looks up from the papers to stare at the older man with eyes welled with tears of regret and loss. “Help me. Please, help me get her back. I promise, I promise with every cell in my body, every drop of blood I’ve got — I never hurt her purposefully.”

Levi’s lip curls. “I’d hope not, brat.”

“I just — I thought … I thought she was in love with Jean. She kept … she kept seeing him. And they were best friends when we were enemies. It made sense.”

Levi sighs. “To a blockhead like you, maybe. Jean told me this in passing, but she only went to him to cry about your affairs.”

Eren swallows. “I only began them because I thought she was with Jean, secretly.”

“That’s never been the case,” Levi says, shaking his head. “If you cared enough to ask her, you’d know immediately.”

“I cared too much to ask,” Eren says impulsively. He runs a hand through his hair, loose and wild brown locks mussed up and not tied perfectly as it normally is. Because you are the one who ties his hair back in the morning, you are the one who brushes his hair perfectly. You are the one, overall.

You are the one, he’s realized all too late.

“Too much for yourself, and too little for her,” Levi says, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Eren—”

“I love her, Levi. I love Y/N.” He stands up, hands Levi the unsigned divorce papers. “If you’re sorry, give me some time. Give me some time, and if I can’t succeed on my own — I’ll sign them.”

“Love, huh?” Levi blinks several times, surprised at Eren’s honest admission. “Love. Took you long enough. Very well, then, I’ll give you three days, and it better be enough. She’s been hurting for much longer than that.” He leaves without another word, but Eren doesn’t notice him leaving, almost doesn’t hear his response.

His mind is traveling at the speed of light, trying to figure out how to earn both your forgiveness and your heart back at once.

The way of the world is cruel, but he will do anything in his power to get you back in his arms. He will bend the world to his ways no matter the cost. He can’t bear to lose you. He knows you deserve better, and so he will become better. For you.

—

Traffic on the way to the flower shop allows Eren to think about when he first realized he may be falling for you.

It could’ve been at any time, actually. Ever since Eren had first seen you on television alongside Zeke before his, er, betrayal, he has been mesmerized by you, and has pushed down those feelings on account of the rocky history between your family and his.

But, even still, he can remember how he felt each time he saw you to this day.

When he first saw you in real life at Harvard, your cheeks dewy and hair shiny, a croissant and coffee in hand from a local bakery. When he first saw you at a party, lipstick faded and hair askew, you grinning wildly despite the pressure on your shoulders. When Mikasa introduced the two of you, your eyes narrowed in anger, a scowl on your face not even changing how beautiful you were. When at Mikasa’s birthday party the two of you got crazed enough to start throwing things at each other, the fire in your eyes, and the determined tightening of your jaw as you hurled a glass plate at him.

Each and every time, no matter the context, Eren could not help but see you as this beautiful woman, with an even stronger soul — which is why it hurt so much, knowing how you felt about him. It was why he returned your fire, sent back insults with the same force you gave him. It was protection.

The marriage was not his idea, it would never have been. It was Zeke’s.

“You should marry her,” Zeke had said out of the blue one morning over their weekly brunch downtown.

“Who?” Eren absentmindedly sipped on his coffee.

“Y/N.”

He spat out his coffee.

The rest is, history, of course, once Zeke convinced Eren. While Eren knew that if you were convinced, you would not be walking into this marriage with love, or anything like it — he hoped you would love him eventually.

While you did, he didn’t know it. Because he saw everything besides it.

He saw you giggling with Jean at the wedding, clinking flutes of champagne. He saw you return to his side, your spirit much more reduced and calmed, and while you smiled at him, it didn’t feel the same. The burning feeling in his heart that he had gotten used to when around you roared to a stronger life.

The only time you and Eren went out was for publicity. Every other time you went out, it was to see everyone but him: Mikasa, Armin, Erwin, Levi, Jean. He stopped asking who you were going to see, because if he heard Jean one more time, he might go crazy. So what if you were childhood best friends? In Eren’s eyes, Jean was the man with a place in his wife’s heart when Eren could barely squeeze in.

He wouldn’t have truly started the affairs for this reason, though, no matter how strong his jealousy and resentment was.

It was because, one day, Eren noticed all the colors in your eyes, how dark it was in the shade and how brilliant in the light. And he had smiled, had found himself thinking how he wished to see those shades for the rest of his life and not just for the five year contract. Then, his brain caught up with his heart and he realized what he had just thought. He had thought of forever, and not just for now.

He remembered exactly what you had said.

“Don’t expect any love in this marriage. Ever,” you say, vehemently.

And so, that night, he had gone out with some of his friends from college, ready to drown his sorrows in drinks. Girls approached him, but each time they did, he found himself thinking of you. A girl with your hair color, a girl with your eye shape, a girl about as tall as you — it drove him crazy. Until, finally, there was one who was nothing at all like you.

For a moment, he could forget that you didn’t want him the way he wanted you. Just for a moment.

The car turns sharply, and Eren is jolted out of his thoughts.

“Are you alright?” Eren asks the driver. The driver apologizes and says he is fine, something about a child chasing after a ball.

Eren sighs and leans back into the leather seat. Here was another moment. It could’ve ended in disaster. But it didn’t. Only, the moments of escape he had indulged in the past, escape from his treacherous and powerful feelings about you — they were looking to head to disaster.

He pulls out his phone, and sends you a quick text, adding onto the forty-something he’s already sent. You haven’t opened a single one of them.

E.J. I’m sorry, Y/N. More than you know. Please, talk to me one last time at our apartment.

His heart stops for a beat when he sees your icon show up on the messaging app, a sign that you’ve read it. He feels he’ll go into cardiac arrest when he sees that you’re typing a response.

Y/N. Okay. One last time.

He can almost see you typing this text at that moment. Lying down on your bed, your hair fanned out underneath you. Your eyes misty, eyelashes sloping down beautifully as you stare at your screen. He can see the shirt you’re wearing, can even smell your familiar scent.

This thought process makes him chuckle as the driver pulls up to the flower shop — how could he have ever denied his love for you?

That’s right, he decides as he walks into the flower shop, the scent of blooming flowers sharp. Love.

Eren Jaeger loves you.

He just has to show you he does. This is just one way.

“I want enough rose petals to fill up a room,” he says, sliding across his black card, waving away whatever the cost may be. He pauses, and sees your favorite flowers across from him sitting elegantly in a vase. He imagines your beautiful eyes lighting up in joy and surprise … “And a bouquet of those, too, please.”

—

You thought it would be over by now. But Levi still hasn’t called you back yet, and Erwin had said that he had gone to Eren’s office this morning.

But when you saw Eren’s text, it all made sense.

You snort, shoving your phone into your pant pocket. He wants one last chance? As if!

You are tired beyond measure. It’s as if your heart has given up in all means but physical. It beats still, but it drags along as you force yourself to appear more alive than you are. All you want to do is board a plane and run away from it all. Historia had texted you amidst all the gossip of your and Eren’s blow up at the engagement party, offering her beach house in the Maldives as a getaway location. Maybe that’s what you needed: sunshine and sand. Not heartbreak and horror.

On the drive to the apartment, you plan it all out. You’ll walk in, stone faced, not a single emotion on your face. You’ll let Eren speak his shit, but you won’t react. Simply, at the end, you’ll give him a pressed smile, and slide across your wedding and engagement rings. Your final words: “Sign the papers, and set me free.” Poetic, simple, and cutting.

You almost have a smile on your face thinking of your brilliant plan as you walk into the doors of your penthouse. The large door, about thrice your size, swivels open, and closes by itself quietly behind you. The apartment is eerily quiet. As you turn the corner from the entryway into the living room, your heart jumps briefly seeing Eren.

You haven’t seen him since that night.

He’s standing by the windows, staring out at the city skyline, hands adjusting his cufflinks. His tan suit is without a wrinkle, his long hair tied back into a bun with several strands loosened. He looks like a dream, and even more so when he turns around to face you. You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush, staring at his face, so perfectly sculpted: arched brows, full bow lips, statuesque jawline.

Oh, Eren. You banish these thoughts from your mind, and neutrally clear your throat.

“So?”

In the blink of an eye, Eren’s long legs propel him forwards to you. In another blink, the blur of tan fabric and brunette hair zooms across your vision to land on your focusing on his emerald green eyes. And with a gasp, Eren has swallowed your surprise with his mouth. His soft lips are pressed over yours gently, and the sweet caress has you closing your eyes and leaning into his mouth.

You have wanted to kiss him so badly. Not like you kiss him for the papers, the media, for show. But to kiss him like this, with no audience. Just simply, kissing him, tasting the salt on his skin and the sweetness of his spit. You can’t help it — your plan of neutrality dissolves before you.

You kiss him back, and kiss him with equal ferocity. You sweep your hands under his blazer to smooth over the soft silken fabric of his white button down, hands sliding across hard muscle, landing on his back, tracing the curves of his spine and the lines of corded back muscle. And Eren is pressing your body to his, melding your breasts into his chest, lining your abdomen up with his developing erection. The kiss grows hungry.

You are breathless.

Breathless, breathless, breathless. Your chest heaves. Something in your mind is — ringing? An alarm? Fuck. An alarm! You shouldn’t be breathless. You should be composed. You should be neutral. You should be calm. Not ready to fuck this man right here, right now.

You push him away, take back your breath and your senses.

“What the fuck?!” you find yourself screaming, though it is mostly a breathless flurry of words than a scream. More expletives follow as you catch your breath. “Jaeger, I swear to god! What were you thinking?”

Eren licks his lips, licking off your spit and his. He smirks.

“Wasn’t thinking, clearly. I was acting.”

The word breaks your heart. That’s always what it was. You are a fool to think it could’ve been anything else.

Eren’s bravado dissolves before you as he takes your expression in. “W-wait, not acting! Not in the sense of faking anything. I mean taking initiative! That kind of acting!”

You can’t help but laugh as he tries to pick up the pieces of his mess. It is a dry kind of laughter, one that hurts you rather than makes you joyous.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway. I don’t care.” The lie curdles in your mouth, trails a burning feeling down to your heart as you swallow before speaking more. “Why’d you call me here?”

“It’s as I said — please, Y/N give me a second chance,” Eren says, coming close to you again, grabbing your smaller hands with his large ones. He holds them gently, lovingly.

Your lips curl. There was never any love here. “I’m sorry to say — actually, I’m not sorry at all. What did you think was going to happen, Eren? It was already in the cards for us.” You can’t bring yourself to pull your hands away from his, though.

Eren is quiet, not responding to your words, and so you continue. He is looking down at your hands, where they’re linked with his.

“Divorce. We decided years ago it would be like this. Exactly like this. So you don’t need to apologize, and neither do I. We made it this way.”

Eren looks up at you, and the emotion in his eyes makes your knees weak and wobbly. It’s hard to pin down, but for the first time, you are feeling guilty.

“S-stop looking at me that way,” you say, shaking Eren’s hands off finally. “Let’s end it now and move on peacefully, Jaeger. Eren. C’mon. Aren’t you tired of this?”

“Yes,” he says, breaking his silence. “I’m tired of your denial, that is.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Denial of what?”

Eren’s eyes transform into something more confident, more assured. “You love me.”

Your face heats up. “Jaeger! You —”

“And I love you.”

You hear your heartbeat in your ear drums. You feel your breathing in your brain. You see Eren like you’ve never seen him before. What did he just say? What is the feeling in your chest?

“I love you,” he repeats. He grabs you by your shoulders, wraps his arms around you. He tucks his chin into the crook of your shoulder. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He continues repeating his words of love into your skin, his warm breath dancing on your sensitive skin under your ear.

What is he saying? Love? From Eren Jaeger? What — what is this?

The feeling in your chest … what is it?

It is euphoria. It is the joy of being loved back.

But it is also something else.

It is pain. It is the torture of not being loved the way you want to be.

“You’re right,” you say, sinking onto Eren’s body, into his hug. “I love you. You love me.” You take in a breath.

Then, you extract yourself from his embrace to look him solidly into his eyes.

“But you’re also wrong. The love we have — it’s not real. It can’t be. You taught me that. What about all those girls, Eren? What about them? Our marriage started off as real, once, and it was as real as all the girls you fucked, as real as their names and their faces and soon they were more real than our marriage. You know, when I kissed you in front of the paparazzi, sometimes I wondered if it was you I was tasting or them.” Your heart is breaking as you’re more honest with him than ever before. The euphoria is being completely replaced with pain.

“Y/N,” Eren speaks in a commanding voice. “I’ve let you be the only one to speak for far too long.”

“Then speak, goddammit!” You feel tears leaking out of your eyes. Honesty is painful. “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” you spit out.

“Our marriage was never real,” Eren begins. You feel a sharp pain in your chest, and the tears flow freely. He cups your face, and uses a thumb to wipe some of them away. “In the beginning, that is.” You’re still crying, but your tear-filled eyes look up at Eren in surprise.

He continues.

“As time passed, it became real for me. I began to see you like you were mine more and more each day. As Mrs. Eren Jaeger. But I thought I knew how you felt — that you could never love me back. Believe me, it was never my intention to hurt you … it was me trying to avoid getting hurt in the first place.”

You stay silent. You’ve spoken enough, and you want to hear more from him.

“I tried so hard, Y/N. So hard to fall out of love with you. I stayed away from girls who reminded me of you at all — whether they looked like you or even looked around the room like you. It was frightening to me how many things I recognized as only belonging to you. My wife who wasn’t mine. But even then. It didn’t fucking work.”

Your mind is running at 1000 miles per hour. Has this been why? The whole time when your brain had pieced together that those girls were always very far from you, you had assumed it was because Eren wasn’t attracted to girls like you. To you, point blank.

“I would close my eyes, and there you were. Your beautiful eyes, your swaying hair. When they laughed, I would think of your laugh, twinkling and rare. And when they touched me, when I touched them, I couldn’t help but imagine your touch. Your hands, your skin, you always.”

The tears are back for an altogether different reason.

“I’ve been trying to run away from you all this time,” Eren said, bringing his forehead close to yours, his tone getting quieter and quieter. “And when you started to run, too — I realized I wanted to hold you close forever instead.”

You’re sobbing now, wracking sobs coming deep out of you, your forehead still pressed against Eren’s. He moves briefly to kiss your forehead instead.

“It’s always been you, Y/N.”

You don’t think you’ll ever run out of tears.

Because despite all this, despite his honest and gorgeous words, words you’ve been wanting to hear ever since you first realized you had feelings for this man —

“I-It’s too late,” you say, voice shaking. “This marriage. It started the wrong way, and now we have to end it to make it right.”

Your heart is breaking into a thousand pieces, and by the look in Eren’s eyes, you know his heart is breaking, too.

But then he shocks you once more, for the n-th time tonight.

“Let’s start all over again, then,” he says. “From the beginning.” He grabs a hold of one of your hands, and drags you out of the apartment, the air drying the tears on your cheeks, making you feel chilly but warm and once from the heat of his hands.

What?

—

“Coffee and croissants?” you exclaim, sniffling. Your nose is still a little stuffy.

Eren smiles, his green eyes twinkling and his dimples showing. “Yeah. Just the way you like ‘em.” He hands you a brown paper bag with the croissant from the vendor, and holds up your coffee.

He takes you to the park bench where you had first sat after finalizing the contract. The contract.

You take a sip of the hot coffee, and open up the top, dipping your croissant into the coffee before biting down on the buttery treat. Your eyes close as you let out a sigh — just as delicious as the first time.

“But, Eren,” you say, confused. “Why are we here?”

His smile is still there, and now it is wider. “We’re starting over again.”

Before you can get into another question, Eren is kneeling to the ground. He pulls out an origami paper box, and you recognize its source material immediately.

“The contract!” you gasp, bringing a hand to your mouth.

Just as soon as he pulls it out, he smashes it between his large hands, crumpling it into a paper ball. And then perfectly tossed it into a trash can across from your bench.

Your jaw is wide open.

It might just break because in another moment’s time, Eren has pulled out an actual ring box. He opens it.

“Y/N,” he begins, saying your name like it is the most beautiful word in the world. “I love you so much my heart hurts. Will you keep this loving fool in your life? Will you marry me and do it all over again?”

You close your jaw, because you’re scared of crying loudly.

It’s your mother’s engagement ring. When you were younger, your father said that no man would ever get it. Unless he believed they genuinely loved you.

“E-Eren.”

“I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress,” Eren says before you can continue, explaining how he got a hold of this ring. He continues rambling as you stay quiet. “Mikasa has booked your favorite dress shop, and Sasha says Niccolo will do catering. And Connie’s band will perform at the reception. Armin’ll be my best man again, but this time Jean agreed to be one of my groomsmen. Erwin offered his mother’s famous rose garden in France as the location, and Levi said he’s writing a rock solid prenup in your favor.”

You’re too shocked to say yes. Instead, you finally show some action: you stick your hand out. There is a tan line on your ring finger from your wedding and engagement rings from before that you had taken off.

Eren slips the ring on. It fits perfectly, and covers the lines of the past.

You stare at the sparkling jewel with wide, unbelieving eyes. You had forgotten the central jewel was an emerald. Almost exactly the shade of Eren’s eyes.

“Eren, I can’t believe this.” You look up at him to check, and see that his eyes are shining just as much as the gemstone.

“Believe it, beautiful. I told you. We’re doing this marriage again — the right way.”

—

The rest of the day, Eren takes you through your most memorable landmark dates, and fills them up with happier, genuine moments: the hot mocha, even in summer, the gala afterparty club, even though it is daytime.

What shocks you the most is when at the end of the night, the car pulls up to Sasha and Niccolo’s engagement party venue. The ballroom where everything exploded.

You finish up the rest of your mocha, leaving it in the car before you follow Eren and his long-legged strides inside.

“What are we doing here?” you ask, finally catching up to him at the main ballroom. Suddenly, an orchestra begins playing from somewhere. You know well enough that this is live music playing from somewhere, but you can’t see them. “What is this? Can they see us?”

Eren chuckles. “Knew you’d realize they were live. And no, they can’t see us. The ballroom is directly connected to an orchestra pit of sorts. I’ve instructed them to play as long as they can see the ballroom lights turned on from their position, because that’s all they can sense.”

“Okay,” you say, understanding. “But you didn’t answer why we’re here.”

His smile is lopsided, more like a smirk as his eyes twinkle mischievously. “To dance.”

“Huh?” you say, face getting hot. Your bodies will be so close together if you do.

“We never got to that night,” Eren says sheepishly. “I figured I should remedy that.”

“A-Alright, if you want to,” you say, trying to feign confidence. You weren’t sure you could stay a good dancer near his presence. Oh, so near! And yet not at all at the same time.

The music swells, and Eren has grabbed your hand and your waist before you have even finished your words. He sweeps you across the ballroom, assisting your every move with his. His hard muscles pressing against your softness, his strong hands holding the soft parts of your waist leading to your hips. This is pure bliss, and you wish you could be closer. Closer … your face burns as your thoughts head in a forbidden direction.

“Something wrong?” Eren asks. There is an adorable furrow in his brows, two dark arches knitted together.

“No, I — this is nice,” you say, feeling at a loss for words.

“I hope it is, I’d hate for my wife to feel bad,” He says, squeezing your joined hands. The two of you have been dancing so naturally it’s how you continue to move, swooping soundly and twirling together.

“Your wife,” you say, though it sounds more like a question.

“Yes, my wife,” Eren says. “That is … if you’d still like to be my wife.” You can see a quiet worry in his eyes in response to your questioning tone.

You wonder, suddenly what would have happened if you had said “no” earlier. Say no and shatter this man’s heart. Shatter your own. The sharp pain in your chest gives you your answer.

“Oh, Eren,” you say. “Of course.”

—

Eren looks down at your brilliantly smiling face as you say “Of course” with the force of all your being. He isn’t sure you even realize how fucking perfect you were, in everything you did.

He can’t help it. He gives in to you. Face tilted down, tips of his fingers lifting your face by your chin, tip of his tongue grazing the swell of your lips, he tastes the ambrosia of your lips and feels like a god.

He isn’t expecting you to return that kiss, though.

Instead, you have surged forward, linking your hands at the back of his neck, and kissing him deeply. You kiss all your love and emotion into him, tongues tangling and chests pressing against each other.

Eren leads you backwards dangerously, desperately in search of a wall behind you. Your back collides with cool and smooth stone of a section of the walls, your shoulders pressed flush against it. Eren pressed against you.

The first few kisses there are passionate though soft, explorative as he finds himself getting used to the contours of your mouth. Then, his hands find passage roaming across your body, pressing into the soft flesh at your hips and thighs, running his hands up your spine, fisting them in your hair.

He presses your body as close to his as possible. The kisses become hungry, and more time goes by where neither of you part for breath. It is simply two young hungry lovers, feasting on their love for each other. You kiss and you kiss and you kiss, and it is overwhelming how quickly love gives way to lust, or is at the very least transformed by it.

Eren has wanted to make love to you before, fantasizing about a day you might realize you love him.

But in this moment, he wants to fuck you.

So badly.

Wants to take the pure essence of you and dirty it up in his hands, that he can’t believe how strong the feeling is.

Suddenly, you say his name breathlessly. “Eren,” you say, and that is enough.

Eren scoops you up, bridal style, carrying you towards the exit.

“Maybe one day I’ll bring you back and take you right here,” Eren says into your ear once the two of you are in the car, his hands snaking up your legs to palm your cunt. You gasp, and hope that the driver can’t tell what’s happening in the backseat. “But right now, I want to do it right.”

“Do what right?” you whisper, pretending to be clueless. You want to hear it from his mouth. You want to see his plush lips contort, want to see his tongue dart out, graze the sharpness of his teeth. You need him to be feral for you.

“Fuck you, pretty girl. Fuck you till you only know my name.” His breath is hot against your ears and neck, and the tip of his tongue traces the shell of your ear.

Neither of you can fucking wait to get back home. And Eren can hardly see anything besides the path to the bedroom, the bed.

When he gets there, he gently lowers you down to the bed before roughly tearing at your clothes instead.

He is in awe of your naked body, in awe of the curves and the lines and the places everything intersects; he plans to memorize these places, trace his hands over their combined shape leading to your body. A body he is loving.

“Have you —”

“No,” you blurt, turning your head away, embarrassed.

Fuck, Eren thinks. His cock pulses. Realizing this whole time you’d been a virgin.

Oh, gods. He can’t wait to ruin you. Corrupt you. Make you his, Mrs. Jaeger for real.

“Oh, pretty baby,” Eren coos, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears, caressing your jawline. “You want to now?”

—

“Of course,” you breathe, slanting your hips up towards him. You have never wanted anything so badly before. All the need was coming from a place deep within you. A place —

A place Eren Jaeger was now touching, thick pad of his thumb searching and immediately finding your clit between your folds Moisture leaks through the fabric of your panties, and Eren chuckles.

“Gettin’ all ready?” He says, voice husky and deep. “Ready for daddy’s cock?”

“Mmhh,” you nod empathically. “So ready, daddy,” you reply.

Your chest rises and falls sharply. Eren tracks that movement, and pinches both your nipples.

“Ah!” you cry, arching upwards. The angle of Eren’s fingers on your clit abruptly changes, the force changing, too, to keep up with your sharp movement. And suddenly his fingers are pressing perfectly, and you can feel the sharp height building and leading to your orgasm.

And with a breath, with a push of his fingers, a tilting of your hips, there it is. The strong burst of cold wind under shade on a hot summer day. The overwhelming coolness of it, a feeling separated from all others. The refreshing, clarifying nature. The female orgasm.

“Eren!” you scream out, riding out the rest of your first orgasm of many to come from his man. “P-please! More!” You both know what you’re asking for.

“My pretty princess wants my cock now?” Eren asks. He quickly undoes and shoves his pants and underwear off and away. His dick is out on display, thick and long. “Or should I say my beautiful bitch?”

You smile dumbly in response. Still out of it from your orgasm.

“My wonderous whore,” he whispers, leaning down low to your face as he positions himself at your entrance. “My stupid slut.” He slides in. Briefly, there is a sharp pain at accommodating his large length, but the overwhelming pleasure that follows after when he slowly rocks into you is enough to compensate.

“My wife,” Eren grunts, closing his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your wet warmth surrounding him. “Fuck, you’re perfect for me.” He grabs a hold of your breasts, kneading their softness with masterful attention.

In response, your nether regions had never felt wetter nor more on fire, desperate for more friction.

“Please, Eren, faster! Harder!” You couldn’t help but scream. You just wanted more of him. You wrap your arms around his back, trying to meld him closer to your body.

Eren chuckles, removes his hands from your breasts, and wraps his fingers in your hair, pulling on the strands and making your scalp sensitive to the aggressive movements. Your eyes roll back as the burn of your hair being pulled is coupled with the sweet pleasure of Eren’s cock hitting just the right spot inside of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you say, losing connection to any other word besides the expletive.

Actually, one other word still plays in a loop in your head: “Eren! Fuck! Eren!”

“Mmmhh, pretty little thing,” Eren whispers, ceasing his tugging to caress your cheek. “Like me fucking you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say before you even realize what you’ve let out.

Eren’s eyes widen, the expanded white regions only making the brilliance of his green eyes more prominent.

“Say that again.” His voice is commanding. “Say it for me, pretty girl, and I’ll let you come right now.”

“N-no,” you say, face hot. “I’m embarrassed.”

Eren laughs, and that changes the motions of his cock sliding in and out of you in the smallest of ways, but with the largest of consequences for how you’re feeling. You feel yourself rising to the height of an orgasm again.

And of course, he notices, and ceases his movements.

“C’mon? Good girls get rewarded, shouldn’t they?”

“And what about bad girls?” you say, with a sudden challenging bite in your tone. Him ceasing his movements has returned to you your ability to argue with him. “What happens to them?”

Eren’s eyes grow darker, his pupils dilating.

His large hands wrap around the column of your throat.

You gasp. His hands constrict, trapping the bubble of breath in your esophagus.

Your clit pulses. Oh, fuck, you’re in for it.

“They get punished,” he finally says, his voice deep and guttural. “You wanna be a bad girl?”

You warble out a moan, the combination of his animalistic tone and hands wrapped around your throat, slowly and rhythmically squeezing. You can’t help but let your cunt pulse around Eren’s, you’re so aroused.

“Y-yes,” you say. “Just this once.”

Eren’s hands constrict more than before. Your face and body are feverishly hot, and with his hands interrupting your breathing, it gets worse in the best way.

“Are you sure you want to commit to that?” Eren asks, teasing. “You seem to like this. Your cunt is so fucking wet around me right now, baby, I don’t think just this once will be enough.”

In your head you agree, you sure as hell aren’t committing to just this once forever, but Eren doesn’t need to know that. All he needs to do right now is fuck you.

And so you let him know.

“Daddy,” you finally say, giving him what he wants. “Fuck me right now.”

His hands release your throat immediately, burying them back in your hair but gently this time. And just as fast, he begins thrusting into you again, pelvic bone pushing against your clit every now and then.

The crescendo of your orgasm begins to rise again, higher, higher, higher, high —

“Ah!” you mewl, when the overwhelming feeling takes over you. Your cunt pulsates around Eren fast and hard, squeezing over his hard length. Eren is cursing left and right, whispers of your name in between.

“Y/N, I think I’m c—”

“You can cum inside me,” you manage to get out, words barely decipherable as you are slurring from the intensity of your orgasm. Your skin prickles, your legs feel as if ice is forming in your bloodstream, the coolness traversing all over your skin.

“Oh, really?” Eren gasps out, feeling his own personal heaven awaiting him. “You wanna throw a baby shower with the wedding, hmm? Let me breed you full?”

You gasp from his words, not expecting them nor the additional tingle in your cunt from them. “Eren!”

“That’s me, baby girl,” Eren says, before abruptly pausing in his motions. “Ah, fuck!” His cum fills you up, waves of it inside of you. He holds himself upright for as long as he can, but you want to ride out the rest of your orgasms with your bodies as close together as possible. And so you pull him down while he’s still inside of you, shifting your positions as best as you can to burrow yourself into his body.

Time passes slowly and quickly at once. All you can register is the sweet sensations in your body, and the warmth of Eren’s as the two of you lay together.

“Now I’m really Mrs. Jaeger,” you whisper after a while.

Eren laughs, and adjusts your positions so that you’re both more upright, leaning back against the plush headboard, legs and hips wrapped around each under. He hugs you close. “My Mrs. Jaeger.”

You smile, feeling full with joy.

Suddenly, you notice your surroundings. The room is filled with rose petals, a path cleared in Eren’s wake carrying you earlier. You shake your head, giggling quietly at the cliched arrangement. But you still like it.

Your eyes drift around the room, until it lands on the bedside tables, each holding a gradient glass vase with your favorite flowers, arranged elegantly. He remembered!

“My favorite girl deserves her favorite flowers,” Eren says when he catches you looking at them. He lifts one out of a vase, reaching across the bed with his long frame, and brings it over to you. You hold it as he kisses you softly, soundly, and you smile into the kiss.

You place the bouquet laying flat on the bedside table he took it from, straining to reach, planning on putting it in your favorite vase later.

Much, much later. You’re not done yet.

You shift your position such that you’re on top of Eren.

You lean your head down to align your face with his better, your hair hovering over his face.

“And what does my favorite boy deserve?”

Eren grins. “The world.”

You frown briefly. It is not the answer you were expecting.

Eren raises his hands to your cheeks, holding your face gently in his hands.

“Pretty girl, you are my world.”

It’s your turn to grin.

“Show me all the ways you should deserve me, baby,” you say, shifting your hips as you rock against his cock.

“As my wife commands,” Eren says, flipping the two of you over. Before he begins, he takes some time to look at your beautiful face, to trace the soft curves and strong lines and everything in between. Your eyes are his favorite place to linger, as in their beautiful lenses he can see his love reflected with your love, your pupils dilated, your eyes shiny.

Eren decides this: the way of the world can be cruel. But it’s not when he’s with you.

With you, everything is as it should be.

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