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spotted (kinktober day 2)

kink(s) of the day: branding and creampie | kinktober masterlist

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submission for: @semisgroupie’s 3K Slut Collab and @sanzucide’s Burn Book Collab {thank you for organizing this💕, i apologize for being late because tired :( }

features: kento nanami x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU, gossip girl AU) | wc: 3890 | song: promiscuous - nelly furtado, timbaland

warnings: branding (hickeys), creampie, mentions of cheating (geto cheats on reader), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), daddy kink, clit play, clit slapping, slight bondage , doggystyle, unprotected sex (on pill/plan B), rough sex, names (slut, bitch, sweetheart), degradation, overstimulation, squirting, possessiveness (if you squint?), being filmed without knowledge (please lmk if i missed any tags)

beta reading & brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: after your boyfriend was caught cheating on you, you were scared to go out anywhere, but then, you gained confidence and years later, you became the talk of the town. a chance encounter with the former nerd turned hunk sort of changes your perspective…

a/n: i know that it is 6th/7th october, so i apologize for the delay, will try posting regularly *fingers crossed* as always, please keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

“This just in: (Y/N) (L/N)’s boyfriend of two years, Suguru Geto, was caught hooking up in the hotel room with the now most popular person in Jujutsu High University of Tokyo, Mei Mei. Sources say that she even popped her cherry because of him. Maybe it’s their way of letting (Y/N) know that she doesn’t belong with them on their level. What will she do now?”

You were fuming when you found out about your ex-boyfriend’s infidelity through Gossip Girl of all people. You had dated him since you were in your freshman year of college, and you did lose your virginity to him. Could you blame him? He was so good to you in bed. He treated you well and you were so in love with him… but what did you get in return? This piece of shit news from the Gossip Girl Instagram account that someone must have started within the walls of the university to get deep-trenched into the scandalous lives of JJUTokyo.

What was worse, was that the person that he cheated on you with, you knew her, he had introduced her to you before. She was the person he told you not to worry about: tall, good looking, very poised, suave, intelligent, independent. All those things that you definitely were, but he made you feel miserable about it, and this was him shoving it into your face that she was a tad bit better than you.

This led you to feel very embarrassed, and not wanting to show your face in public for days. Well, how could you? You were insulted on social media ffs! However, one day, a knock on the doorstep of your apartment would change your life, and when you opened it, to your surprise, you saw that it was Suguru’s best friend and your confidant, Satoru Gojo at your doorstep.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Gojo looked at you, sorrowfully, as he saw you sniffling, in your PJs. “You deserve way better than that fucker. I don’t say this lightly, but I’m utterly disappointed, no, angry at my best friend for doing this to you! Let me come in, I have something for you.” As you allow him to enter, he surprises you with a couple of things: your favorite ice-cream, some makeup and self-care items you desperately needed, and a shimmery dress of your favorite color, with matching shoes and a matching purse.

“Do you like them? I got these for you!” He grins, continuing to wipe your cheeks,“See, I know you feel like shit right now, but I remember this one quote: Whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop. Do you know who said this?“ Still sniffling, you answer, “Umm, Blair Waldorf?” Gojo chuckles, “Yes, I know that you’ve read the books, but in this case? Me!” You roll your eyes at him, chuckling. You saw this coming, but were appreciative of your best friend for trying to cheer you up. “That guy is a bastard, honestly. He doesn’t deserve you. However, I don’t want to see you,” pointing at you, “like this, throwing your life away, your future away, just because of the stupid fucker..”

Unsure what to respond, you let him continue. “There’s a party going on at my house. To mark the beginning of junior year. I want you to finish this ice cream, freshen up, put on the makeup that I gave you, wear the dress, the shoes, carry the purse, hold your head high, and come to the party with me, because we need to show to him, that you’re not in the least bothered by the choice that he made. Because frankly, you are much better than her. You’re hotter than her!” Wiping the tears off your face, you laugh at Gojo, “You know that you’re crazy, right?” He grins, “What can I say? I’ve always had a love for drama.”

Taking Gojo’s advice, you dress up well and go to Gojo’s house for the party. You were sure of not wanting to go, because Suguru is Satoru’s roommate, but you do end up holding your head high, greeted everyone whose eyes were on you with a smile, drank and danced to your heart’s content, and got the attention of some of the hottest men in town.

Some of them, especially Suguru, could hear you moan and groan through Satoru’s bedroom as you were bouncing off of the quarterback’s cock as he made you feel good, that he fucked the sadness out of you. It was as if a switch within you was turned on. You came out of the bedroom, tying your hair in a scrunchie, looking at everyone who were looking at you, saw Suguru, smirked and said while flipping the bird, “He was definitely better than you in bed. It’s a shame that you’re missing out on me, baby.”

You winked as you heard people roaring in thunderous applause for you as if you won the Oscars. You even caught the attention of a certain someone who attended the party, although being a year younger to you, class wise: Kento Nanami, the straight A-student, who was one of the most sought-after men, but he never had any relationships, with his priority for academics coming in the way ever so often.

Two years had passed since then. It was the senior year of college and you were months away from graduating. You were, however, a different person altogether from the sorry state of the sophomore student you once were. Now, you were maintaining a dual reputation: a studious academician by day, and a promiscuous seductress by night.. You were a part of the creme de la creme section in your friends circle and in the university.

The studious side of you never came in the way of your freedom to do what or who you want to do, so as long as you have fun and know you are happy and safe. The total badass that couldn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. And if something or someone did come your way, you crush it or them so hard that it can not be undone. There was no guy in the university that didn’t look around to take a second look at you. All the hot guys followed you and you got to pick your choice and the rest of them would still wait for you to get a chance to date and eventually, sleep with you.

In this course of satiating your carnal needs with different individuals, you were starting to get tired and bored of the whole ordeal. So, one night, as you were chilling with Satoru, as you were casually conversing with him, you sighed and mentioned that you are tired of these people who were swarming around you like fruit flies, and you need a challenge, you needed something interesting. Your cerulean-eyed friend then smirks and tells you, “I figured you would say that. Lucky, I have a dare in mind for you: to get someone I know out of his shell. He’s someone I think would suit you right now. Remember my junior, Kento Nanami?”

You scoff and reply, “Wait him? Oh, please,” you swat your hands in the air, continuing while rolling your eyes, “I remember sharing a couple of classes with him during the freshman year, and especially remember that he did not look so… presentable, to put it mildly.” Gojo smirks and responds, “Of course you wouldn’t remember him otherwise!” He then puts on a concerned look, and responds, “You made his life miserable, you know? You used to bully him, would walk past by him, and throw slushies only on his face for no reason, would call him an old man just because of the glasses that he wore and might I add, you had secretly spread a rumor about him and because of which, girls are not approaching him to this date.”

“But, sweetheart, let me tell you something. He has been constantly working out. He may not like to air his dirty laundry in public, but he started off the same way as you. The only difference is that you were popular enough for the skeletons in your closet to be revealed, in front of everyone.” You scoffed in response, “Oh please! I don't think that he has changed in any way–” Your friend then interrupts you by showing you Nanami’s Instagram account on his phone. As you scrolled down, your eyes widened in profound shock as you see Nanami's chiseled physique through the grey tank top that he wore at the gym bathroom. Suddenly, it’s as if something sparked in you and you decided that you wanted to approach him. Knowing your expression, Satoru remarks, “With that in mind, (Y/N), I dare you to make him sleep with you.”

The very next day, you look for Kento Nanami in the college library, and as you found him sitting and reading what looked like a novel, you approached him with a smooth silky voice, and softly call out to him, “Hello, Nanami.” He doesn’t respond. You then continue, sighing, “Figured you wouldn’t say anything. I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Nanami responds to you without looking at you, as he flips through the pages of the novel, “Please make it quick, (L/N)-san. I have no time to deal with people like you.”

You then pucker your lips, then put on a straight face and respond with an appologitic look, “Nanami, I am very sorry for having made your life miserable this past couple of years. I was just being a bad bitch, but I honestly would really like to get to know you. Would it be possible to have a cup of coffee with me?” Nanami doesnt look at you even for a single moment, but was quick to respond, “Only on one condition. Whenever we hangout, you will look at me with respect, despite whoever decides to run behind your coat tails. You will treat me like a decent human being as I deserve to be treated so. Is that too much to ask (L/N)-san?” You shake your head in denial and respond with a soft smile, “No, Nanami. It’s not too much.”

You and Nanami start to hang out, and even when your friends see you with him, approach you and make fun of him, you either change your seating or you stand up to speak for him, causing him to smile at you from afar but not give in. You even learned from Satoru that there was an incident where Nanami was defending your honor as well. You found it odd, given that you are well known as a slut, but he saw you as someone willing to change and not go by the perceived image of the society. That’s when you started to take interest in him, and somehow found him more attractive by the minute.

One day, in a surprising turn of events, Nanami decides to ask you out, and you accept his proposal, and as you get ready for the date, you get a text from Satoru: “Reminder that you’re yet to sleep with my junior. You have to complete the dare.” You immediately close the phone upon hearing Nanami calling out to you while knocking on your door. You both then go on their first date, enjoying yourselves. He’s such a gentleman to you, you two are having a good time, and you’re especially starting to take notice of his muscles peeking through his shirts, so you run your foot along his leg, ignoring the wall of text messages that Satoru’s sending you.

You both then decide to go to Nanami’s place afterwards, and no sooner do you enter than you cup his cheek and decide to kiss him on his lips, As you two kiss for a while, you realize that his lips, like whiskey, were smooth and addicting. As you begin to play with his hair, and walk to the couch, still kissing, Nanami releases himself from the kiss, softly responding, “(L/N)-san, I appreciate this, but, would it be okay if we took it slow? I’m just starting to get to know you and I want to cherish that.” Looking into his deep-brown eyes, you were surprised at his response, but with butterflies fluttering in your tummy, you nod, holding on to him instead.

As you two chill there, soaking in each other’s presence, you get a notification from Satoru again, but this time, Nanami’s the one that gets the first glance of the text as he absent-mindedly grabs the phone and checks the notification. He feels a slight sting in his chest, seeming that he’s been a ploy right from the start. You feel absolutely mortified, anxiety starting to grip you, not sure on what to say, but you think that he appreciates honesty, so you tell him the truth. “Yeah, initially, I was planning to sleep with you, because Satoru was talking about you and you… changed from the last time I saw you. You became hotter, and so, I want to sleep with you, because I…” you then place your hand between his thighs, and whisper in his ear, “...am a slut deep down, who’s craving for your cock.”

Tugging his lower lip between his teeth, an idea sparks in his head, while he grabs hold a bunch of your hair and pulls your head backward, with your neck on display. He brings his lips closer to your neck, but there’s a small gap in between where he exhales, causing you to shiver. “I see, (L/N)-san. Fine then, but, only on two conditions.” His tone then changes to that of a serious, dominating one:

“First, I’ll be placing hickeys all over you, and you will not dare to cover them up, but proudly wear them the next morning, like the slut you are.” You subconsciously whimper, and gulp in air, “Yes, Nanami–” but he holds you by your chin with the other hand and maintains that tone, “Not Nanami, daddy. I will not forgive you or fuck you, until you call me so, okay?” You whimper again, and clench your thighs, moaning, “yes, daddy.”

He then smirks at you, and whispers, “Secondly, you better be on birth control tonight or have a plan-B the next day, because I’m going to fucking cum inside you so much that you’d be full of me, you slut. Oh, and from now on, you’ll be walking to university, with my cum dripping down, because I own you now!”

With that, he pulls your face towards his, kisses you roughly, with his tongue swirling around yours as he picks her up by your ass and wraps your legs around his waist. Taking you to the bedroom, you moan in between the kisses as he pushes you on to his bed, your expression showing bewilderment at this new side of Nanami that he unveiled that you were getting to see.

He pounces on you, and with one hand, he holds the both of your hands above your head while kissing all over your neck, shoulders and chest, sucking and biting hard on some of the places, causing them to turn to a different color. He was right, he was branding you to be his. While kissing your neck, he was unbuttoning his shirt. As he stood up, he forced you to look at him and gaze deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered to the silhouette of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell that Satoru was right: he had been working out constantly.

Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out two of his thick fingers, and shoved it in your mouth, muffling your screams. As he orders you to suck on them, he takes them out and starts furiously rubbing your clothed clit. You’re fisting the sheets, moaning, and the next moment, you hear a ripping sound as Nanami then tears all your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy.

His wicked smile adorned his face as he removed his pants and boxers, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as he revealed his hardened length. Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs, bitch. I will not repeat myself.”

On your elbows, you dragged yourself towards the head of the bed while spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. You think to yourself, “Is this really the Nanami that Satoru was talking about?” You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight and agony.

You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, with his fingers sure to make marks on your thighs, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. Your screams had turned into moans as he kept biting your inner thighs all over and then eating you out again, pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up.

As you were about to reach your orgasm, Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, thus putting you on all fours. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers.

His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. The moment you paused to rest your head, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back while holding your breasts out to pull you toward him, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

In between all of this, both of you were not aware of the fact that someone had placed a camera by the window in such a position that your naked silhouettes were actually visible, as you two were in the moment. You had no clue, that someone you both knew, Suguru Geto, was behind the camera. He was jealous of Nanami going on a date with you, so to try knocking him down a peg, he came up with this idea upon learning from Satoru that you two were on a date. Suddenly, a new notification appeared on everyone’s phones from the very own Gossip Girl: “Oooh, this just in, the resident queen of sex is getting railed by a former nerd turned hottie. Dare I say, he looks very handsome taming our wild beast. Looks like someone’s legs are going to be sore.”

Everyone got to see the link and see the show before their eyes as you were getting railed by this overnight popular hunk. They were noticing how he was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, holding it by your chin and whispering, “Bitch, scream for me.”

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good girl you are, taking daddy’s cock in so well.”

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spots again, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, slut, I will not let you cum.”

Geto hears people cheering in the background as he hears people cheering for Nanami railing you. He scowls realizing that Nanami was getting more popular than planned.

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back.

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and his forehead touched yours. “(L/N)-san,” his tone softens, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I—” you interrupt him by kissing him on his lips, responding, “you’re kidding me? I enjoyed it. Maybe, we can change it up a little bit, if you think we’re okay?” He chuckles, as he goes to the restroom and comes back with a warm towel to clean you up and massage your legs.

As he’s about to say something, he notices his phone continuously pinging and that’s when he sees a barrage of notifications appearing left and right ranging to, “OMG YOU HAD SEX WITH HER?!” To “Look who’s the new playboy in town!!” To Gojo who also saw the video and was shocked. “Nanamiiii, I didn’t know you had that in you! 🥰”

This causes Nanami to be furious especially when he sees the Gossip Girl post, but then he sees the username of the person who posted the livestream and it turned out to be Geto! He thinks to himself, “Isn’t Geto-san, (L/N)-san’s ex?” as he turns to the window that had the phone. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he laughed maniacally, immediately understanding that Geto wanted to embarrass him, but that backfired, because of his newfound reputation of banging the talk of the town, the Regina George of his university, and now, his slut.

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watermelon sugar (kinktober day 1)

kink(s) of the day: overstimulation and squirting | kinktober masterlist

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submission for: @ickyism’s Tropical Kiss Collab (thank you for organizing this💕, i think i am still early because timezones :D)

features: levi ackerman x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU) | wc: 4450 | song: watermelon sugar - harry styles

warnings: overstimulation, squirting, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m! and f! receiving, not in a 69 position), face fucking (if you squint), fingering, doggystyle, unprotected sex (pull out game strong, so dw), rough sex, pet names (baby, minx, captain), cum on ass, almost getting caught in class, implied creampie later (on the pill)

beta reading: @littleoanh (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: you were in a bar, sitting with your best friend, talking about and reminiscing that summer fling or friends with benefits, if you will, which you hoped could have been something more.

a/n: welcome to kinktober 2022! this is very my very first try in working on this and i hope you all enjoy this <3 keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

The bright lights of the bar caused your eyes to twinkle as you were in the most popular bar on campus with your friends, drinking away, enjoying the last couple of days of your summer vacation. The final year of grad school was waiting for you with bated breath and you were not wanting to think about that. Instead, you were sitting at the bar table with your best friend while your other friends were lost amongst the crowd on the dance floor.

“So, bestie,” your BFF calls out to you, and then whispers loudly enough for you to hear, “did you get laid throughout this summer?” You felt a sense of fluttering in your tummy as you heard the question. “Come on, now… tell me, pleaseeeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you calm her down and tell her, “yes. I did.” She widens her eyes at you. “Wait, really? For how long?” You winked at her and smirked, responding, “All throughout the summer,” causing her to open her mouth wide in shock. “OH MY GOD!” She screams as you try to shush her to avoid embarrassment.

“Spill the tea, sis! Come on, you got more action than me, and didn’t even tell me about it!” Chuckling, you responded, “Well, it was a FWB. What do you want me to do, go around and spread the word?” Both of you giggle as she asks, “Seriously though, tell me!” You nod and then continue, “Well, remember the time you had to leave for your internship and there was this summer class I had to take ‘cause I needed to work on my research otherwise? It happened then….”

As soon as you entered the classroom, you noticed the seats were almost all occupied except for one. As you walked to the empty seat, your eyes fell on the guy that sat beside you. He had short, straight black hair that was styled in an undercut curtain, narrow and seemingly intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with white stripes, which casually showed off his well-developed physique and muscles, but he gave a deadpan look at the board while flicking a pen where the professor was writing the notes. His face seemed extremely calm. One could never guess what he was truly thinking.

As you collected yourself, quickly sat down, and nodded at this guy that caught your gaze. Thankfully, he nodded in return, from his peripheral vision, he took notice of you. You seemed excited for something, as you took out your notes, your laptop and your stationery as you were starting to pay attention to the lecture. His gaze lingered on how you tucked the stray locks of your hair behind your ear and how you straighten your glasses. Suddenly, you turned to his direction as the professor called out his name, “Levi, Levi, Levi!” He snapped out of his reverie as he turned to Professor Erwin Smith who was asking him something. Fortunately enough, Levi was able to answer correctly, surprising you. You, on the other hand, didn’t really surprise him when you were able to answer the questions addressed to you, however, he was taken aback by how chatty you seemed, yet you knew when to keep to yourself.

As class got over, you started packing your bag when you heard someone clearing your throat beside you. You turn to see that it was the good looking man. “Are we going to keep stealing glances like this, or are we finally going to introduce ourselves?” Chuckling, you respond, “Ah, I like that you’ve taken interest in me. Anyway,” you put your hand before him and introduce yourself. He then shakes your hand with his, giving a firm grip, responding in a way that catches your ears, “Your name is interesting. I hope I get to see you around more. I am Levi, by the way. Just Levi.”

“Just Levi, you say?” You raise an eyebrow, and continue, “It’s a pretty common name, you know? There are probably millions that have the same name as you.” With that, he smirks, and responds, “But there’s only one me. Why don’t you come to the summer party tonight at the club downtown to see?” You throw in a half-smirk his way and respond, “Well, you put in an offer I couldn’t just refuse, could I?”

That very same night, you walked into the club in a silver shimmery dress that went up to your knees and showed all of the curves well. You’d gotten your hair styled and were excited about the first night of the summer classes as your hips swayed to the music while drinking your favorite cocktail, a strawberry daiquiri. As your eyes turned to the end of the bar table, you saw the Levi that met you in the morning but he was dressed very differently. He wore a light blue t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black jeans. He had the similar expression you saw at the beginning of the class but his gaze softened as it met yours, prompting him to smile.

Levi then approached you oh so confidently with a glass of whiskey in his hand and spoke, “Fancy seeing you here.” You chuckled and responded, “Oh, so you didn’t think I’d show up, huh?” With a half-smirk, he retorted, “You seem to be a little miss goody-two-shoes for me to expect you here.”

You were not sure whether you should be surprised, offended or flattered by his choice of words, so you threw in a half-smirk, scoffed a bit while running your index finger along the rim of your glass so as to draw his gaze on to the drink, and retorted, “Well, as you can see by the drink that I’m holding, that I’m not. I like to party, I just don’t do it often.” Puckering his lips, he responds, “Why? Boyfriend troubles?” Swatting your hand in the air, you shook your head in disappointment, “And here I thought that you thought of me to be goody-two-shoes! It could be possible that I don’t want anything to get in the way of my research? Also, didn’t you mean ex-boyfriend troubles?”

Levi responded, “Ah, so you’re a research scholar I see, I am impressed!” Then he briefly lowered his head in embarrassment, “Oh, my bad. I’m sorry. When did that happen?” Pondering, you answered, “A couple of days before the spring finals. He started dating a girl through Tinder while keeping me in the loop. I slapped him when I found out.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Really? Tch, men these days. Well, that’s a shame. That fucker doesn’t know that he’s let go of something precious. I’m glad that you slapped him.” Your gaze then fixates on the man in front of you, “You think so?”

He then comes closer to you, his face being inches away from yours, you could somewhat smell the whiskey off of him but you didn’t mind a bit. He curtly responded, with a sense of charm in his voice, “I don’t like to waste time by lying about what I think, (y/n).” He then placed a stray lock of your hair that fell out again behind your ear. “You’re hot, you’re smart, you’re confident in your own skin. I like that.” You then move back with your hand on your chest, taking on a snarky tone, “Why thank you. I can say that you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Levi No-Last-Name. After all, I see your groupies waiting for you.” “Tch,” he clicked his tongue again. “I find them annoying.” You scoffed, “Sure you do. You like the attention though, don't you?” Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Ooh you’re fiesty, I like that. Perhaps, we can come up with an agreement on something that would help us.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Okay? What do you suggest?” A knowing smile appears on his face, as he continues, “Well, with you getting away from your ex-boyfriend and focusing on your research, and me wanting to avoid those flies, how about we have a thing. You and me, for the summer. It’ll just be a FWB thing though. I don’t have to come in your way, and vice-versa.” This time, you’re the one to raise your eyebrows, “Oh? You think that in just one meeting, I’d agree to your proposition? We’re not friends, yet.” You then get up from your seat and stand in front of him, and subtly notice the height difference between you two. Scoffing, you continue, “How about we try it out tonight in that case?”

Taken aback by your forthrightedness, he inquires, “So you agree that you sense something between us?” With your lips now dangerously close to his cheek, you smile and whisper, “I’d say that there’s more than what we can sense but we’ll never know until we try, Captain,” teasing him with the nickname that he usually goes by from what you heard. It’s as if he felt shivers down his spine when he heard you, causing him to respond curtly, “What did you say?” Not sure if he heard it or not, you respond again, in a sultry manner this time. “Captain?”

Not sure if the whiskey overtook him, he softly drags his hand towards the small of your back and presses you closer to him, without uttering a word. He then drags his fingers to your shoulder, causing you to shiver with his every touch. He then slowly caresses your arm all the way to your hand, as he turns around and tangles his fingers with yours, gently leading you outside of the club. “Okay, umm,” he breaks the silence, “your place or mine?” A smile appears on your face, as you bring yourself to whisper in his ear, “Mine, please. I want to be comfortable first.” He turns his head to you, nods, then turns back, and responds softly enough for you to hear, “Of course. It’s the first priority.”

No sooner had you two reached your place, than you were glad that you were living in a single room apartment by yourself. As he approached you, his lips landed on yours, just like how you were desiring. “Fuck, your lips…” he cried out as he started to explore your lips with his while you two cupped each other's cheeks. You softly inquire, “Your hair…can I touch it?” and was met with a silent hum as you two ranked nails through each other's hair.

To you, his lips felt cold and touch-starved, but tasted smooth, just like the whiskey. To him, your lips tasted like strawberries on a summer evening, like the daiquiri you drank. Lost in each other, you enter your home as you lock the main door. Both of you then dash toward the bedroom, jump on the bed, kissing hard, sucking on each other's bottom lip and swirling your tongues around each other, until he stopped you, and he purred, “Before we continue, I want to let you know that I may not be gentle, I may be rough, but I assure you that I'll take care of you. Do you still want me to keep going?”

You nod, panting, “Yes, Levi, please don’t stop.” He chuckles and responds, “I will not continue until you call me what you called me at the club.” You pant, holding him, “Please don’t stop, captain.”

Giving him permission to continue, you started taking notice of every movement of his. In what felt like literal minutes or even seconds, both of your clothes were off each other and strewn all over the place. In the midst of it all, while your lips were glued to each other, you were carefully inspecting every inch of his incredible physique with your fingers, as you released yourself from the kiss, causing you to be in awe of him.

With your consent, he roughly unhooked your bra, and discarded it on the ground with your breasts on display. “I was right,” Levi muttered when he roughly cupped both of your mounds and fondled them, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing your pussy to throb, and you tilted your head backward, biting your lip. He increases the pace of his flicking, causing you to whimper further, and grind slowly on him.

“(Y/N), you’re beautiful,” Levi rasps in awe, causing you to blush and look the other way, the incandescent light of the moon shining on your face. He didn’t seem to be one to mince words or lie about your looks, so this meant a lot to you somehow.

In one sweep, he picks you by your butt, with you wrapping your legs around his waist, and him placing you on the bed, with your head on the pillow. He teases while splaying one of his hands over your tummy as he sees you, “I am so glad that you kept it clean down there. Besides, seems to me like you’ve been waiting for it for a long time.” He examines your body as your wetness was a full-on display for his ravenous eyes while licking his lips.

Without telling you anything, his fingers start to explore every part of you, the wetness, the clit, the folds, every single touch was sending you into a frenzy. He starts rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. Closing your eyes harder, you whimper while you’re arching your head up, crying out his name and whimpering, “Captain, feels so nice…”

There was an exchange of intense eye contact, moans, and groans going on as he kept stroking your clit, increasing the pace and intensity. Your voices were reverberating in the air in the room. As you were breathing heavily and trembling, he kept calming you saying, “it’s okay, I got you.” With your wetness as lube, he roughly inserted one of his slender fingers into your pussy, the slightest movement causing you to arch your back and mewl louder.

“Oh, shit you’re tight,” Levi cried, “Damn this pussy. That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” while pushing the finger in and out slowly, stimulating you in a way you’d never felt before. You then cry, “please go faster,” while biting back a moan, to which he replies, “with pleasure, baby,” as he increases his pace. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan,” he says as you move your hips along the fingering movement, continuing to moan, and he then inserts another finger and commands, “Spread your legs for me.”

As an act of obedience, you spread your legs, showing him with great detail how it looked. He first kisses your clit, still maintaining eye contact with you, but you break it to close your eyes and be lost in the pleasure. As he kisses your clit, he sucks on your folds roughly, while fucking you with two fingers. Your hands were fisting on the sheets, and you couldn’t hold back your screams as he was doing it so well. As he kept doing it roughly, a coil was slowly building up within you, eventually causing you to see stars as he took out his fingers and fully eat you out with his hands on your thighs until you yell, “Levi, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ngh-” your legs start to tremble as the coil snaps.

He holds you steady with his hands, causing you to have your first orgasm of the night and him to slurp in your essence. He then kisses your sensitive pussy, gets up, sucks on his fingers to taste your slick, towers over you, with his tummy pressed against yours as he kisses you fervently, both of you get to taste how you tasted. All of this happened so soon, that you couldn’t register when he put you on his lap, again, urging you to go down on him. You were shocked to see his girthy cock slap against the abdomen. Who knew that someone who was shorter than you was more than making up for it in the package department.

Your hands stroke him, causing him to lean his head back against the headboard, and close his eyes. He then starts to feel your lips wrap around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. He tilts his head in your direction and his gaze fixates on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slides all the way down to the base of his dick. You then start sucking him hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Levi’s eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, his face flushed with delight. You move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushed against his firm length. “Shit,” he whimpers, calling out your name, “Don’t milk me just yet.” With a smirk on your face, you take one of his hands, run the fingers through your hair, and ask him to guide you. Levi then thrusts harder into your mouth, not wanting to actually harm you because he didn't want to overwhelm you, but you nod, allowing him.

Only your low-sucking sounds could be heard as you continued to bob your head and groaned once or twice more, as he fucked your face. He breathed your name, writhing into your mouth. He also notices that your hands are caressing his balls. You slide off his dick and spend some time licking and sucking his balls, making him grunt, as one of your hands rubs your clit.

“I want you to be on all fours, baby,” he rasped, getting you out of your reverie, and you looked at him in confusion. “On all fours, I’ll not repeat it again,” he commanded as you nodded, climbing on the bed and turning around with your ass on display. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, not uttering a single word. He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much.

“Crap, baby, how are you taking me in so well?” He says as he keeps thrusting himself into you. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. Your legs were shaking from the building up of another orgasm when he leans over you, turns your face such that it’s inches away from his face and then places a kiss on your lips. “You're pretty when you cum,” he smiles, pressing your face to the pillow, “I want you to not hold back and keep moaning,” he murmurs, starting to push his hips against yours again.

As he teases your sensitive spot, the knot in your stomach begins to loosen again, your velvety pussy stretching under his thrusts even though you can't take it all in. “I'm close, I can’t take it anymore,” you warn him. He fake pouts, “But we're just getting started,” then smirks, moving his calloused thumb over your puffy nub.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, his balls slamming into your ass and lewd sounds come out of your pussy as his shaft fucks you rhythmically. Your cunt spasms around his girth as if to push him off and when you come Levi pulls out. You squirt on him, squealing his name and shaking.

His thumb doesn't stop moving in circles over your sensitive bud, “There it is,” he murmurs, working his cock back into your hole, “you did so well,” he praises you, beginning to thrust frantically for his release now. He then says, “I’m going to cum on your ass now. I love the way it looks, and it would look better with my essence all over it,” as he felt his release approaching, following which he pulled out, and sprayed his essence all over your derriere.

Panting heavily, the both of you lie down on your bed and snuggle with each other. “Okay that was FUCKING good” you broke the silence, as he chuckles. You look at him, and ask, “Is that why you’re popular amongst the girls? ‘Cause you make them feel amazing in bed?” He scoffs, responding, “They say that, but they don’t realize that sex is a two-way street. They’re supposed to make me feel good too, but they fail to do so, until just now. ‘Cause you,” he then kisses you, “you’re a minx, you know that?” You wink at him, saying, “I seem to be learning from the best,” as you both decide to go at it again, lasting all night.

This went on for days and weeks on end. Sex with Levi was always on a whole another level. Your ex-boyfriend could never match up to how good Levi was. Both of you never told each other, but ever since you two started sleeping with each other, you two never bothered sleeping with other people. You would even take risks in the university, with him devouring your pussy one day during class, urging you to pay attention in class, and were only allowed to cum once the professor left. You were overstimulated during class but couldn’t say anything.

Once class was over, he felt a gushing liquid coming out of you, as both of you chased your release. When you got over your embarrassment after frantically cleaning up, you asked him, “Why were you eating me out during class? You know that you’re more than capable of making me do that anywhere.” He laughed sadistically, “Because you got me addicted to you, baby.” Shaking your head in disapproval you scoffed, “Oh, please. Remind me to give you an amazing blowjob during class next time. I will overstim you so hard that you’ll see stars.” He then grins at you and says, “Try me.”

Your summer tryst didn’t just get you two physically close, during this time, you were beginning to get bare with each other emotionally, blurring the lines between you two in every way. You learned that his full name was Levi Ackerman, the nephew of Kenny Ackerman the trustee, the son of Kuchel Ackerman, the popular actress who died in a car accident and is related to Mikasa Ackerman, a champion in sparring. He confessed that he was not fond of his last name, so he dropped it whenever he was introducing himself in public.

In return, you told him about your problems, and he was more than patient to listen to you rant about your research not going well. You two would cook meals and drink tea together and before you know it, both of you seemed to be falling for each other. Until one day, Levi knocked furiously on your door, with you wondering what was going on. However, you were then met with a scowl from him, who had a phone in his hand with his Twitter page blowing up.

“What is this?” He curtly answers in a soft voice, showing you that your classmates were freaking out about Levi’s surname. Now, to some it may not be a big deal, but it was to him, you were aware. However, you were not the one to do this. You’d never hurt him on purpose. “Levi, how did this happen? I swear this is not my doing…” He entered your house with his eyebrows being furrowed further. “Explain this to me then, why this was done from your phone?” Fear gripped you, as you checked your phone, realizing that you were hacked. You didn’t know who did this or why would someone target you, but this wasn’t right. “Levi, I really did not do this. I was—” He flashed his palm so as to stop you from talking, just saying, “Save it. This, whatever we were having, it’s over,” and he left, leaving you alone.

The last few days of the summer went by, with you focusing more so on your research than anything else. However, something felt different. There was something you felt was missing, or rather a certain someone …

Your best friend then widens her eyes in shock. “Omg you were with THE LEVI?! The sex god?!” She exclaimed, “Wasn’t his last name was a mystery until recently?”

Your facial expression then turns sorrowful. “Yeah, but that was not my fault though. Apparently my ex saw me fucking him in university and he got so jealous that he hacked into my phone and spread the information. He being a comp sci student, I should have seen it coming! We argued and we stopped talking ever since.” You were upset about all that happened, but you couldn’t stay upset. After all, it was just supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement, right?

“Did I mess it up, real bad?” You softly asked your best friend, without realizing that Levi had walked up to you and stood behind you, surprising you with a, “Why don’t you tell me what happened next?” You flinch and turn to see Levi standing in front of you, looking at you guiltily. He briefly lowers his head. “I…I owe you an apology.” You stand in front of him, still hurt, but wanting him even more as you felt your heart race. “I later learned what actually happened and set him straight but could never bring myself to apologize to you until today. Would you be able to forgive me, and can we try this again?”

You stood there, stopping yourself from kissing him, retorting, “I don’t know, it did hurt, y’know…” He then cups your cheek with one hand, brings you closer and kisses you, ignoring your shocked best friend in the background. “How about now?” You throw in a half-smirk and whisper, “Only if you do that again with you cumming in me, as I’m on the pill.” As he widened his eyes, not a single word was exchanged as he held your hand and dragged you out of the club. Surely he didn’t want to miss the chance of getting washed away in you, ever again.

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