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you little cocksucker...; reiner braun

You prefer to get that dick in your face than finishing your project.

『 FANDOM 』 : Attack On Titan

『 WARNING TAGS 』: cocksucking, male dom, dominant, public, risky, female sub, fingering, teasing, humiliation, seduction, total submission, holding the moan, dirty thoughts, big cock (yes)

『 WORD COUNT 』: 4.5k+

MINORS, D.N.I

ㅤ 🗯 : i don't hold back in whatsoever way. I'm naughty sweetheart.

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You caught your breath when you saw him. Reiner Braun. He was hot. Very hot. Rugged yet calm. You have noticed so many times in your History class, but you were never sure if he noticed you; not even sparing you a glance. He strolled out from between the library shelves and sat himself down a few desks away from you. You watched his arm muscles flex in his tight checked shirt as he leisurely opened his textbook. It sent a tingle of excitement through you. He was so fine and intellectual at the same time which was a rare combination for college guys.

You stopped yourself and flicked your eyes down back to your book. You wanted to focus because you had an essay due and the university was very strict on deadlines. You focused back on your text and started to jot down notes. Miraculously, you were able to absorb the content of a few lines, then a few more, but the temptation to look at that gorgeous man again rose inside you.

“Don't look at him! Don't look at him!” you thought with your internal frustration rising. You wanted to get your notes done quickly so that you'll get more time to hang out with your friends later. You smoothed down your skirt along your bare legs and red another paragraph. Ok, maybe you could let yourself take a look at him after each paragraph? Maybe that could serve as a reward for every paragraph you read. Right?

Slowly, your head rose and you peeked over in Reiner's direction, drinking him in. God he was captivating. His lips were luscious and he had a short, dense look across his beautiful face. His muscle arm flexed again as he turned the page of his book. What would it be like to touch those muscles? To feel his strength and power? To have him hold you tightly as he kissed you? Or pinning your helpless body down on a bed? Your pussy began to dampen between your legs. You bit your lip at the feeling.

Reiner shifted back in his chair and looked up. Your eyes met with his. He paused for a second, then smiled. You inhaled then snapped your head back down to your book. You've been caught. You blushed and hid behind the safe barrier of your hair. Once again, you tried to commit your mind to the text, not daring to return his gaze. But you were unable to concentrate. You felt so exposed, there were hardly any other people around. Your mind buzzed. You wondered if he was still looking. If he was watching you as you became all fidgety and nervous. If he was laughing at you.

You tried to push those thoughts from your head. He had only seen you steal one glance. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it? You steadied your breathing. “Please brain, get back to work! Focus!” you mentally begged yourself. Scanning across your opened book, you tried to absorb the long strings of words and failed immensely. You failed. You found yourself flowing through several paragraphs before snapping back to reality with the realization that you remembered nothing of what you just read. What would it be like running your hands across his chest? What it be like if he undressed you? If he slipped his cock inside your wet little pussy and fucked you?

You squeezed your legs together, feeling the heat rise between you and him. You questioned the lord on why he was doing this to you. You wanted to look at Reiner again, but you didn't want to get caught. You had to be clever. With the tension in your muscles, you shifted your gaze towards the window; maybe there would be a reflection. And there was. You let your eyes wander to his beautiful eyes as it stared at the textbook. His shirt clung to his well developed chest. The way he focused at his textbook, probably trying to figure something out. He wasn't distracted. Taking a deep breath, you ran your hands along the skin of your naked legs and allowed yourself to squeeze your thigh muscles together, sending little pulses of pleasure through your swollen crotch. You exhaled in exasperation, frustrated by your lack of progress. You had to get this; to find a way to learn and process the material, but your body wasn't playing nice. It was involuntarily reacting to this man, stealing away your focus. You longed to reach down and touch yourself.

Reiner shifted back in his seat, then his eyes flickered over to the window.

He saw you looking.

You froze like a deer in headlights. You were caught again and this time, your mind went blank, stunned with embarrassment and transfixed by his stare. In one quick movement, you jerked your head around and looked at him directly. A weak smile spread across your face as the heat in your cheeks rose. “Sorry.” you mouthed , pathetically. Subconsciously, you bit your lips, using this small opportunity to check him out again.

His eyes met yours and your heart rate quickened. You tried to suppress it but you couldn't. You could feel your blood pressure rising and heat radiating from your whole body. Reiner's eyes were fixated on you and you saw the evil grin spread across his face, like an amused predator seeing a a juicy little animal walk right across his path. A buzz of terror and arousal coursed through your veins.

Reiner's eyes started to wander all over you, absorbing every detail as they went. Your cheeks flushed even deeper with nervousness, but his intensity never left you. He didn't care about the fact that you were looking. His eyes lingered on your body like he owned it. Your breath quickened. After two years in college, Reiner Braun finally took you to his notice. He could see the effect he was having on you, but could he tell how hot and wet your pussy was from the attention he was giving to you. Could he?

Finally, Reiner rose to his feet.

You inhaled.

He started to move towards you. NO, NO, NO! The tension rose in your muscles. You fidgeted and adjusted your legs, crossing them from one side to the other, hoping to block him from sensing your arousal.

“Stop acting weird, stop acting weird, stop acting weird.” you pleaded to yourself. “It’s just Reiner.”

That wasn't true though. This was a guy that was exciting you, causing your body to react against your will. Your pussy was on fire; your breathing heavy; your breasts heaving; and your nipples now clearly visible in your top.

Quickly, you looked back down at your books, face emblazoned with heat, your pussy aching. Terror flooded through you. What was he going to say? What would you say?

You sensed him walk behind you. A large shadow drew across your books. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end with your hands bunched into tight fists. You didn't look up because you were too embarrassed think; too tiny to fight; too petrified to run. Your muscles didn't even feel like they'd work anymore. Your stomach knotted, your mouth went dry. He just stood there behind you. Oh God! What was he doing?

Your nose detected a hint of his scent. Intoxication, musky and unmistakably masculine. A real mans smell. A powerful man's smell. A dangerous man's smell. Your spine arched slightly, then your ears prickled. Subtle sound of his jeans rubbing together reverberated through your ears. You heard the chair beside you drag across the worn, commercial grade carpet. He sat down next to you. Oh God!

You heard a book being placed on the table, the pages opening, but still you kept your head down, hiding behind the shroud of your hair. Your eyes focused on the table. Your body began to tremble. Nothing was said, no attempt on his part to initiate conversation.

“What was he doing? Why did he come next to you if he wasn't going to say anything? Was he messing with you? Did he like to watch you squirm?”

You could just see him out of the corner of your eye. His strong arms resting heavily on the table with his book between them. You tried to suppress your fidgeting, tried to dampen your labored breathing and the rise and fall of your breast. Why did your body betray you in this manner? At this moment when you were supposed to get shit done. Reiner taunted you with his presence. You could feel the heat radiating from his arms. He probably saw you as the girl from his history class who stalked him when he went to the library to study. Was he going to punish you? Was he already punishing you? You squeezed your legs together tighter, your heat rising in line with your blood pressure.

You squirmed on your seat with these questions burning through your mind, your face was still flushed and your breasts heaving from your deep, quick breaths. Could he hear your breathing? Why was he not saying anything? You wanted to look over at him, but you didn't want him to see how you were. He had done nothing but look at you, smile and then came to sit next to you. You were going insane.

His hand reached under the table, and grasped your bare knee and smiled as your body jolted with a gasp leaving your lips. A bolt of electricity fired up from your nerve endings straight to your clit. Reiner's fingers enveloped your joint. Your nipples strained against your bra. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You didn't know what to do. Your head snapped around to look at him. And there he was, his handsome features grinning back at you. His eyes burning into yours, unflinching, unblinking, and twinkling with amusement. Your lips parted; any resistance you could mutter simply withered under his gaze.

You felt his hand starting to rub your knee, then gradually begin to travel up the inside of your leg. His movement was slow, but his destination obvious. Your heat continued its insufferable rise. Your eyes flickered desperately across the library. Was anyone watching? But the room was sparsely populated and its few inhabitants had their faces buried in their books…..at least for now. But what if they looked up? What if they saw you getting touched? What if they noticed your heavy breathing and sudden nervousness?

Your gaze returned to his, that's when he leaned close to you and said. “This is what you were thinking about right?”. You gripped the edge of sanity as a cacophony of humiliating thoughts battered through your psyche.

His fingers seared over your tender flesh, all the way up to the bottom of your pathetic little skirt. Stupefied by his boldness, your mouth hung open. How could he have known that you wouldn't scream and run away as soon as he touched you? Could he have read you that well? Could he see into your mind? Could he have seen what a little pervert you were? Letting yourself being such a slut for him. He was getting closer to your pussy.

Your breathing was ragged now. Your stomach knotted tighter and tighter and your legs were spreading wider and wider as his hand continued to inch up her inner thigh. Was he actually going to touch your pussy? Was he actually going to touch it right there in the middle of the library?

His hand continued up. You felt the thin fabric of your skirt bunch up around his wrist. His fingers were so close now.

Closer...

Even closer...

Closer still...

Your muscles convulsed as his hand touched your hot, soaked panties. You clamped your mouth shut, forcing down a tortured wail. Two of his fingers scorched across the wet fabric. Your body shuddered; eyelids fluttered and you gasped for breath. Through the material, he began a circular motion around the hood of your clit, forcing exhilarating waves of pleasure through you from head to toe. You heard a small, mortifying moan leave your lips and she quickly inhaled, trying to suck the sound back in.

Reiner scanned you, seemingly toying with what he could do to your mouth, your tits, your legs or your ass. You felt such a wreck in front of him; but he was so calm, so devilishly powerful, so unbearably controlled. He never looked away from you, he just watched in amusement at how you responded to each of his motions. He cupped your entire panty-covered mound with his hand. Slowly he compressed and released your engorged snatch, then repeated the motion over and over. Your body drooped as heavy waves of pleasure flooded through you. Reiner was just reducing you to a fucking wreck.

As surge after surge of gratification buffeted through you, your visceral urge for more stimulation became overwhelming. More! Harder! Faster! Your hips began to push forward with each of his squeezes, grinding against his hand. Fucking Hell! Why were you letting this happen? Why couldn't you control own own fucking body?

He slipped his hand inside your panties, and his eyes flicked down to your mouth as another muffled groan escaped from your lips. You spread your legs further allowing him easier access. He chuckled as his prey degraded herself for him.

"You're a wet little girl, aren't you?" Reiner whispered with a glint in his eye that fizzled straight to your animal core.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, but you nodded. You were fixated on his eyes which seemed even deeper than ever. He radiated a wicked confidence. It was like he owned you. But it made no sense.

You felt his fingers trail up and down your hot, slick folds, each movement deliberate and beautifully tortuous. As you eyes stared into his eyes, an incandescent carnal need for him built between your legs. Each stroke of his hand forcing your simmering pussy to leak its juices hotter and faster.

Suddenly, he pushed one of his fingers inside you. Your body jumped. Another gasp escaped your lips. You couldn't believe this guy's nerve. You slouched down in your chair, pushing your pussy forward to allow him better access, like a wanton little harlot. As his finger went all the way in, he cupped his hand over your sopping mound and pressed his palm against your clit. Your breathing became squalid and desperate; eyes fluttered as waves of pleasure consumed you.

Then you felt another finger push inside. He continued to look at you and grin. He never looked around. Didn't he care if people saw? You felt him hook his fingers inside, quickly locating the spot that would make you explode. You bit down on her bottom lip to try and stifle the sounds involuntarily emanating from your throat. Slowly and methodically he pressed and released his fingers against your G-spot, whilst cupping and squeezing with his palm. A devastating tsunami of sensation overwhelmed your body. Bewildered groans exited your lips and your legs began to tremble.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand and your chair with the other. Your chest rose and fell as you helplessly struggled to keep some semblance of control over your body. Surge after surge of delight swept through you, ramping you higher and higher. As he fingered you, you writhed in your seat, hands gripping as if for dear life as he pushed your body inexorably towards orgasm. Hysterically, you looked around the room, then back to him, terrified of being caught, but now even more terrified the stimulation would stop. Oh God, you were going to cum. You were going to cum right there in the library.

Your mouth rasped short, shallow breaths as you edged closer and closer. Would people hear? You begged God to cover their ears for a little while. You bit down harder on your lower lip, trying desperately to silence yourself.

You continued to climb, growing closer and closer to the peak, your body a trembling mess. You felt a tear streak down the side of your face and the leak from your pussy became a flood. Building. Closer. Higher. Stronger. So Close. Almost there.

Fuck.

FUCK.

Then you came. Palpitations battered through your muscles. Fierce pleasure ripped through your veins. Every one of your nerve endings burnt with rapture. Your teeth clenched to silence the low, quivering wail escaping your mouth; eyes screwed shut as your pussy clamped down onto the Reiner's fingers but he persisted, continuing to work your g-spot and her clit.

You rode your orgasm and it kept on going, racking your body, racking your mind, reducing you to a trembling heap. Oh God. Slowly, you came down off of your high, your legs twitching in your seat as Reiner continued to lightly finger you. You stared at him in awe, in terror, in lust. Your mouth hanging open, unable to speak, unable to think.

"Naughty girl," Reiner grinned. You whimpered back, still gripping his leg. Drunk on a wave of humiliation and lust, your hand started to move itself towards his crotch. You felt his cock along his thigh and ran your hands along it, absorbing its size and hardness. Little aftershocks of pleasure reverberated through you. You needed his cock. She needed his spunk.

You reached up and fumbled with his zipper until it was all the way down, then fished your hand inside his pants. He never removed his fingers from your pussy and continued to keep moving them slowly in and out, keeping you in the state that he wanted you in. You found his raw dick and ran your hands along it. It radiated a powerful heat. You wrapped your fingers around the shaft and pulled it out of his pants. There, underneath the table, you began to stroke his erection, your mouth softly groaning in pleasure as you went. It felt so hot and rigid in your hands. You worked him, feeling the skin slide up and down. You shouldn't be doing this. Not here. It was useless though. You were enraptured by how his cock felt in your hand. You craved to have him inside you. Ravaging you. Dominating you.

You stroked him over and over. Your fiery gazes only interrupted by his unapologetic stares at your heaving tits.

Suddenly he removed his hand from your pussy. You gaped in disappointment. "Shhhhh," Reiner said, slipping his cock back into his pants, "Come with me."

He stood up, pushing the chair back over the worn carpet, and pulling your still-trembling body to your feet. You stood there, legs shaking, flustered and confused. What was going to happen now? You tried your best to straighten your skirt but he grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the shelves. You stumbled after him, panting for breath.

Once you were both hidden, he stopped and looked down at you. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you close, kissing you passionately on the lips. In a second, you melted. Your body sagged. You could smell him... you could taste him...you were wrecked by him. Swept away in a dream of sensation, your hands snaked around his neck, lips trembled with desire as he burnt his power into your soul. You could feel his muscles against your little body and you felt your pussy contract in delight.

Then he pulled back. Your lips parted. Oh why did he have to stop? Would he take you back to his room? You prayed he'd take you to his room! Never in your life had you needed to be fucked so badly. On your back, on your knees, in your ass. Oh God, you'd let him take you any way he wanted.

He reached down and retrieved his cock from his pants, pulling it out in the open. You looked down and gasped at his audacity. Sure they were hidden... but for how long? He then grabbed your hand and brought it to his hardness. You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn't be doing this. You should just leave, run away and be safe, but you found yourself wrapping your hands around his cock and begin to stroke him once more.

Reiner smiled, leaned in and kissed you again. The kiss was brief and you still had your eyes closed when when felt his hands move from your head to your shoulders and start to gently push you down. Your eyes shot open and you looked around. "We... we can't," you gasped.

"Shhhh," was all he said and continued to push, this time with a little more force. Your resistance buckled and you sank to your knees. He grabbed the base of his cock and stepped forward, presenting himself for you. You looked up at him, scared and confused, but still dripping with lust. He ran the head of his dick across your parted lips, trailing pre-cum on you and reached out with his left hand and grabbed you by the back of the head. He pushed into her mouth and you greedily accepted him. He began to push in and out, slowly at first, feeding you a little more with each thrust.

You couldn't believe you were allowing this to happen. Making yourself look like a fucking slut! It was humiliating, but utterly intoxicating. Your cheeks flushed once more, but your pussy began to drip down your inner thighs. You were delirious.

He began to speed up, pushing more and more of himself inside of your hot, willing mouth. You swirled your tongue around his head and your lips clamped down on his shaft, dragging along his length as he moved in and out.

Suddenly, he pulled out and quietly began to slap his cock against your face. It was mortifying, yet you loved it. Slap, slap against your cheeks, against your forehead. Then he placed his cock fully on your face and ran it all over, smearing his pre-cum and your saliva everywhere. You groaned in lust as he rubbed his dick all over your face.

He readjusted, pulled his balls out of his pants and pushed your face forward so that you could lick them. You needed no more invitation and you hungrily lapped at his shaved sack.

As you tongued his balls, he rested his hot, heavy cock across your face, making you feel like such a whore. What would your friends think of you if they found you like this? What would you say if someone caught you on your knees in the library licking Reiner's ball sack while his cock laid across your face? Humiliation vibrated through you.

Reiner pulled back, grabbed his cock again and pushed deep into your mouth. He grabbed you by the head with both of his hands... then... with one quick jolt... he began to fuck your face, hard and fast. Your pupils dilated. Your muscles trembled. All you could process was the cock drilling in and out of your mouth. Punctuated moans and gags emanated from your throat. Your pussy rhythmically clenched of its own accord. You were consumed by degradation.

You could hear his breathing become sharper as he released little grunts of pleasure. You could tell he was getting close. You wanted his cum in your mouth, down your throat, filling you up.

You felt a fresh orgasm building between your legs. Your hand slipped down your body.

"No," he growled, "put your hands behind your back."

Your body complied, but it didn't stop your pussy from getting closer to the boil. You were going to cum while he fucked your mouth; while he used you. Your thigh muscles pulsed. Hot pleasure grew between your legs. Your hands gripped each other tightly behind your back. You could feel his cock getting even bigger and harder with each stroke. You knew he was on the edge. Louder moans left your lips. He inhaled deeply. "Give it to me!" Reiner commanded. Your mind pleaded as your body started to judder.

Then he pulled out.

And he came; spurting his load all over your face and your tits; exhaling in satisfaction.

The debasement hit you like a train, hammering your nerves and igniting your climax. An explosion of humiliating pleasure ripped through you and your body bucked. Your muscles convulsed. The hot spunk coating your features sent you higher. You were his. You were his little slut. His little cocksucker. He'd used you. He'd sprayed you. He owned you.

You collapsed to the floor, trembling, shaking and covered in cum, unable to control your body, unable to stop the waves of rapture.

As you quivered on the floor, you could see him looking down at you. He stuffed his cock back into his pants. "I knew you'd be a dirty girl," Reiner laughed, "see you around."

With that, he simply walked away leaving you alone, on the ground, slimy, broken, and degraded. You breathed heavily, almost incapable of movement as you came down from your high.

For how long you remained on the floor, you didn't know, but eventually your ears detected a sound. You could hear whispering voices, and they were coming closer. Female voices. You staggered to your feet. What the fuck were you going to do? You were covered in fucking cum! Your hand rose to your face and wiped a glob onto your fingers, then you put it in your mouth and gulped it down. There was so much of it. Frantically, you reached up again and swiped another glob into your mouth.

The girls walked around the shelves just next to you and you instantly recognized them. Ymir and Historia, also from your History class. They looked around, and their eyes scanned you up and down.

"Are you ok?" Historia asked, as they came closer, inspecting your shivering, disheveled body.

You felt your face heat up; heart beating faster.

"Err... what's that on your face?" Historia asked again.

"I think... it looks like cum!" Ymir answered, trying to hold in her chuckle.

Your face was about to set on fire.

"Hold on..." Ymir said, getting right up in your face, "Oh my God! It is cum! Did you just let some guy cum on you? Are you... are you... eating some guy's cum?"

Ymir and Historia looked at each other, their mouths open. Then Historia started to laugh, "What the fuck!"

Tears streaked your poor cum-covered girl's face, "Sorry," you said meekly, then ran to your desk and frantically grabbed your books. You could still hear the girls giggling behind the shelves.

"Do you recognize her?" Ymir asked her.

"I think she's in our History class..." Historia replied.

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