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umeoniii · 1 year

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breeding w/ aot men 4 100 followers!

starring: eren, levi, reiner, kenny , & armin

!: fem bodied reader, nsfw, breeding kink obvi, eren bein a meanie, orgasm denial kinda in erens, age gap 4 kenny, lil bit of toxic relationship in armins, lowkey all the men are whiny ;)

a/n: rq ik yall looking like “KENNY?! LEVIS FUCKING UNCLE KENNY?!” YES, please guys you guys don’t understand how bad i need this old man, i want him to breed me frl. also for any1 new jean isn’t on here bcs i literally just did breeding 4 him!!

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eren:

“so fuckin’ good for me.” eren panted, thrusting his dick into you. you never thought joking about wanting a baby to eren was gonna result to him putting you in a mating press on the bed.

“hell yeah eren i would love a baby. a cute lil’ mini us. wouldn’t that be amazing.” you laughed holding up some baby clothes to your figure.

“what if i were to give you one?” he asked with a straight face looking at one of the shirts. it was a cute pink onesie that said “daddy’s girl.”

you ignored him trying not to start anything in the store.

on the way home you saw a look in his eyes through the mirror. you knew the look, the look of aggression and hunger. he was serious about the question he asked in the store, you weren’t.

when you got home and started to cook in the kitchen he came behind you, huge hands placed on your hips. he stood behind you his head placed in the crook of your neck. you sat quiet, waiting for him to speak first.

“i was serious y/n.” he paused, digging his nails into your hips, kneeding the flesh. “i actually wan’ get ya’ pregnant. you’d be so cute, we’d be tied for life.” he said, you felt his stare burn holes into you.

you put down the wooden spoon and stopped stirring the pasta. “s-sure.” you mumbled under your breath.

“sure what? that didn’t specify anything.” you felt his hot breath against your neck, goosebumps started to raise throughout your body.

“you can attempt to get me pregnant.” you turned towards him seeing the greedy look in his green eyes. he walked off to your bedroom leaving you standing before the stove.

you turned around turning off the stove and walked to your bedroom where you saw eren sitting on the bed fully undressed with nothing on but the necklace you had got him with your initial on it.

as soon as you got in the room he pulled down your trousers and panties, pushing you onto the bed. he pushed your thighs up to your boobs leaving your tummy with slight rolls.

“i don’t even feel like taking off that fuckin’ shirt, need to get you filled.”

he muttered aligning his cock to your achy hole.

he rubbed his tip through your folds then your clit. he smirked while teasing you.

“eren st-“ you gasped as he pushed himself into you so aggressively. his long strands of brown hair tickled your face as he thrusted into you squeezing your thighs.

“ m’ for reals baby, im gonna knock you up , you can’t do anything about it.” he groaned holding your shaky form close to his broad chest.

“fuck eren, feels so good.” you whined grabbing at his back.

“i bet it does you slut.”

if this is how it felt to have eren impregnate you, you’d have 1 million kids. your brain was still foggy as you saw his bulge in your abdomen.

“you feel so fuckin good, u want the baby to be in you just like i am right?” he said chuckling to himself. you nodded eyes tightly shut. you felt his heavy balls slapping your pussy.

you felt as he slid his hands under your shirt, playing with your hardened nipples. you yelped softly from the contact. he quickly bought your lips together, kissing you harshly. his tongue swirling around your mouth and licking at your lips and cheek.

he backed up away from the kiss.

“im gonna cum into your pretty pussy, ‘n give you so many kids.” he groaned into your ear, his fat cock twitching and pulsing inside of you. you looked at him as his eyebrows knitted together.

he moaned and grunted as he released his seed into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he gripped onto you breasts harder.

he pulled out kissing you on the cheek.

“don’t worry about cumming baby, we’ve got plenty more times we’re gonna try.” he panted.

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levi:

levi gave you a confused look asking you to repeat what you just said.

“i said i wanna have your baby.” you said looking up at him.

“please vi’ baby, i think im ready to have a baby, i know it’s a big responsibility but we can do it.” you whined while he still looked at you confused.

“im not sure y/n. the way you talk about a baby… it sounds like you’re begging for a puppy.” he scoffs looking at you laying on his belly.

you turned around away from him. and the two of you sat in silence for a while.

levi was contemplating it, children were a lot and they’d be there for your whole life. he didn’t really have an issue, he wanted you to prove just how much you wanted a child though.

“how do i know you just don’t wanna have sex, unprotected at that?” he said.

you laughed softly to yourself, “no im so serious, i actually have very bad baby fever. i want you to be a daddy levi.” you turned looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes and a cute smile.

the way the word slipped out of your mouth, daddy, it aroused him. he wanted you to say it more.

“okay then.” he said sitting up and patting his lap.

you sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss on the lips. he ran his hands up and down your body looking up at you. he pulled off all of your clothes and you took off his.

he was quick to attach his mouth to your breasts licking and sucking on your sensitive buds. he squeezed and played with your free breast. you looked and ran your fingers through his raven black hair, slowly riding his thigh hoping he wouldn’t notice.

he continued licking, leaving your breasts warm, you gasped and moaned from the pleasure he gave you.

“shit, i want you on my cock hun.” he detached from your breast a string of saliva following.

you moved his erect dick and lowered yourself onto him. you both groaned when he was inside.

you held levi close to your chest as you started riding him slowly, soft grunts escaping both of your lips occasionally. it felt so good having him inside of you, he made you feel like you were on a one way trip to heaven. he knew just the way to touch you, just the way to thrust. you heard him mumbling from inside your breasts.

“cant wait to be a daddy for you. for us. and for you to be a mama. you’ll do so good, you’re already a good mommy without a baby inside you.”

your soft thighs and his rubbed together, your cream coating his cock. you went blank as you felt your orgasm coming, levi’s head was still close to your chest.

“im about to cum levi. are you close baby?” you brought his head up with you finger tips.

he nodded, his eyes shutting close.

you continued riding him feeling him get deeper. you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave. you came undone, feeling euphoric as you held levi close.

he felt how you tightened around him and held you tightly. whispering inaudibly about how much he loved you.

cumming inside of you he held you closely, groaning into the crook of your neck.

you sat catching your breath, feeling your cum and his seep onto his lap slowly. you looked into his eyes in a daze. he was out of it as well, he leaned back onto the head board holding you to his chest.

he kissed your head rubbing your back slowly. you couldn’t wait to have his children.

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reiner:

you and reiner had just came back from dinner. he had taken you to a rooftop restaurant for your anniversary, never settling for less.

you had entered the cool apartment sending a chill down your spine. the two of you sat on the couch, the lights and moon from outside being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

you and reiner had a little bit much to drink, you could tell by the way his grabby hands lingered on your body. he pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. your ass brushed against his hard cock. he kissed at your neck the scent of tequila persistently swaying in the air as he whispered in your ear.

“fuck y/n i love you, i got you some more gifts, they’re gonna be here tomorrow.”

“okay reiner.” you groaned rubbing his leg.

he kissed you on the cheek, his stubbly beard and mustache scratching you softly.

“that necklace looks so good on you babe.” he said looking at the pendant.

you smiled at him, kissing him on the lips.

“fuck, i need you so much baby, let me show you how much i need you.” he whispered into your ear. you looked at him and brought your hands to his hard cock, palming him through his pants.

“really?” you whispered teasingly

“yes really” he breathed shakily

he didn’t even wait for an answer, he grabbed your cheeks pulling you into an aggressively hungry kiss. squeezing your fleshy ass in the process.

still making out with him, you worked your hands down twoards reiner’s pants. unbuttoning them, you slid your hand into his underwear pumping him softly. the kiss started to vibrate as he moaned from the pleasure.

“fuck y/n you gotta stop before i cum already.” he laughed breathily.

he layed you on your stomach onto the couch, pulling off your red silk dress, underwear and bra.

“fuck you’re such a cutie y/n, seeing you like this is enough to make me finish.” he pushed your hair behind your ear to whisper.

he pulled down his pants, and boxes freeing his fat cock. his crimson tip leaky with precum.

he put his large hands over your ass for leverage, shoving himself into you as quick as possible.

the sudden feeling of being full prompted you to yelp inside of the fluffy pillows on the couch.

“fuck baby you’re so wet and tight, im already outta breath. gonna make you feel so good.” he grunted thrusting slowly.

you whined as he thrusted very slowly, hands on both sides of your waist.

“reiner go faster.” you hiccuped, his slow pace doing almost nothing for you.

he sped up a little, whimpering in the process.

“you feel so good y/n ‘m gonna fuck a baby into you. ‘s gonna feel so good.” he said as he stuffed his cock in between your puffy lips.

he leaned down, his chest making close contact to your back.

“you love it dont you y/n?” his deep sultry voice whispered into your ear.

he sped up his pace, his balls slapping your ass and the back of your thighs.

you mewled deeply into the pillow, black stains now covering them from the mascara running down your cheeks.

“just like that reiner, so so good.”

he gripped your hair, the sound of your bodies slapping together being the only sound in the whole apartment.

reiner’s pace started to slow as he was getting closer. his hips bucking into your thighs.

“ im gonna cum inside of you gorgeous.” he said as he filled you up, his pace becoming irregular as he tried to get you to finish.

you cried out his name into the pillow, your nails digging into the arm of the velvet couch.

your pussy tightened around his cock, draining him even more as you came all over his dick.

he pulled out of you slowly, your cum and his spilled out of your pussy onto your thighs.

reiner fell on top of your back laying down on your. kissing your back and your cheeks.

“happy anniversary gorgeous.”

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kenny:

“yer’ quiet the lively one ain’tcha?” you looked up at the older man hovering over you.

“yes, sir’” you said, completely stopping from dancing.

“ya know, you’re a very beautiful girl. how’d you like to party with a cowboy, i can tell it wouldn’t be your first rodeo.” he winked

you thought about it long and hard. he was clearly way older than you, but oddly enough he was attractive for a man who could be your father, hell maybe even your grandfather. he stood very tall, black hair to his shoulders and a cowboy hat.

you did question why a random older guy came up to you asking for sex. maybe it was the way you had dressed tonight. or maybe the way you were dancing provocatively onto a few girls you had met earlier that night.

either way you weren’t gonna fuck an old guy with no money.

“so how bout’ it?” he said grinning over you.

“ $350, no lower.” you stated, staring at your pedicured nails. walking over to a table sitting down with your drink.

“why so high? you’re not tryna trouble an old man like me are ya?” he said jokingly sitting next to you, alcohol lingering from his breath.

“im serious, it wouldn’t go well with my conscious having sex with an old man for no money.” you looked at him batting your eyelashes.

“what are ya, a prostitue?”

“no, i just have morals and having sex with a man well over 40 ain’t one of ‘em.”

he chuckled.

“just cause you’re stubborn i’ll give you $400.”

“really?!” you looked over at him, pupils large.

“yeah, what’s your name sweetie?”

“what’s yours”

“i asked you first darlin’ “ he said slightly aggravated

“i’ll only tell you if you tell me first.” you slurped your caipirinha.

“you can call me kenny hun’ “ he rubbed your thigh.

“it’s y/n”

“that’s a very pretty name, say y/n let’s take it on somewhere else.”

you nodded.

you thought he was gonna take you somewhere more civilized. like a motel or his home. instead he took you out to his truck, it was surprisingly not that messy. he pushed you into the back seat and ordered you to take off your clothes.

“are you gonna at least take me to a motel or something?” you whined aggravated.

“im a busy man princess, i can but just know it’s gonna come out of that $400.” he chuckled holding your chin.

“fine.” you removed your clothes.

he looked over you, “you’ve got a mighty fine body.” he said groping your breasts. soft mewls leaving your mouth.

he licked at your soft nipples, turning hard from his warm tongue. he bit and sucked on your bud causing you to writhe in his padded car seat. he licked down your whole body to your soaking wet pussy.

“yer’ cunnie’s even cuter.” he groaned kissing your folds. he slipped his long thin fingers inside of you, curling them slightly going in and out.

you covered your mouth in attempts not to let him know that it felt nice.

“it’s okay pretty, sing for me.” he smirked rubbing at your thighs.

he took off his hat putting it onto your head. he removed his fingers replacing them with his mouth. smacking and slurping at your pussy while rubbing your clit.

“feels so good, mr kenny sir.” you gasped your hands entangled into his dark black hair. he stuffed his tongue into your tight hole, rubbing just the right spots.

it felt great, until he stopped. before you can inquire why, he undid his belt, pulling down his trousers, revealing his happy trail, then his hard heavy dick.

he spread your legs then sat in between them, entering himself

into you. he pulled you onto his lap as he started fucking you. your held him tightly moaning his name aloud.

“fuck sweetie yer’ makin’ me feel so good.” he grunted slamming into your gspot.

“fuck you’re gonna let me cum into ya right? im gonna knock you up princess.” you nodded your head tears pricking at your eyelashes.

he kissed you deeply the taste of rum and lime mixing in your mouths. your cream coated his cock and balls as he nibbled on your neck, his large hands sitting on your breasts, twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.

“oh god kenny i think im gonna cum.” you hiccuped in his ear.

“go ahead cowgirl.” he grunted heavy balls slapping your pussy.

you held on close to him, your pussy gliding on his shaft. you shut your eyes as your cunt gripped onto him, white cum coating his dick. he continued bouncing you on top of him, the truck shaking from all of your movements.

he gripped onto your ass harder as his cock twitched, releasing his hot semen inside of you.

he panted, hair sticking to his forehead from his sweat. you leaned your head on his shoulder out of breath.

“that was so good sir.” you said in between breaths

“do i still gotta pay you?” he said breathy

“no, you’re fine. let’s do it again though.”

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armin:

you and armin had gotten into your 100th argument that month, or at least it felt like it. it was always over petty things and armin never tried to make things better.

“well maybe if you’d never moved my stuff this would’ve never happened.” armin groaned

“armin this wasn’t my fault, it shouldn’t have been on the floor like that, all i was trying to do was get it out of the way so no one would step on it.” you crossed your arms.

“you know what never mind let’s just stop.” he said clearly aggravated. he walked into the dining area and sat at the table by himself for a few hours.

you got up and told him that you ordered some food and that it was here.

“leave it, i’ll get it later.” he said quietly scrolling on his phone. you nodded going back to your room, continuing to get ready to go off to a party with your friends.

when you came out it the tight, revealing black dress armin stared at you in disbelief.

“where are you going?” he stood up.

“out with my friends.” you put on your earrings, “you’ve been giving me a hard time lately, i gotta cool off, get drunk, smoke, i don’t know but i gotta do something.”

“please y/n don’t go, im sorry about earlier.” he came up behind you giving you a hug.

“im serious im going out, you just eat. and no i’m not gonna cheat on you while i’m out. so don’t even try to start it” you said grabbing your purse and leaving out the door.

while you were gone armin sat alone at the table, by himself. getting up to take a shower and go to bed.

when you came back a few hours later you went into the room to see him sprawled on the bed in nothing but his sweatpants. you sat on the bed taking off your heels when he grabbed your arm.

“hm what is it baby?”

“did you have fun?” he asked sleepily trailing his fingers down your forarm.

“yes it was fun.” you laughed thinking about the night’s events.

“im glad you had fun.” he kissed your cheek. “lemme help you undress.”

he slid your dress straps off your arm and you pulled the rest of the dress down. revealing the white and red lingerie you were wearing under.

“why’re you wearing this?” he asked

“i was planning on trying to get things right with you when i came home.” you whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine.

he sat up sitting next to you, admiring your body in the lingerie. the curves of your breast, the way he could see your pussy through the panties. he pushed you down on to the bed softly, sinking into the covers he rubbed his hands up and down your body.

he moved his hands down to your panties rubbing your clit through them. you moaned softly, bucking your hips against his fingers.

he pulled your panties to the side stuffing your wet pussy with his slim fingers. you gasped softly just as he touched the right spots.

he used his free hand to unhook the back of your bra freeing your breasts. he then groped your tits, squeezing and pinching your pebbled nipples causing you to squirm.

when he got up, you could clearly see the print of his cock through his sweatpants. causing you to get more aroused thinking of the things he’d do to you with it.

you slipped your underwear off as he pulled down his sweatpants. he teasingly rubbed his tip through your wet slit a few time before stuffing himself inside. he put your legs around his waist, fucking you softly.

“fuck you feel so good armin.” you moaned looking at the ceiling, your breasts bouncing up and down.

he moaned softly sliding his cock in and out of your wet greedy cunt. as he thrusted back and forth you could feel him in your abdomen, with the way he was fucking you it felt like he was hitting your brain.

“god y/n you make me so mad sometimes, but i still love you either way, can’t help but adore your adorable face and body.” he grunted while trying to contain himself inside of you.

he thrusted even harder his hands gripping your sides as his skin slapped against the back of your thighs, getting more red from all of the harsh contact.

“im gonna cum armin.” you hiccuped

“i want you to come all over my dick.” a smirk tugged on his lips

“im gonna cum inside of you y/n, im gonna cum so much it’s gonna give you a baby.” moaned into your ear

his words bringing you closer to climax as you gripped onto him, nails red painted nails scratching onto his back. leaving marks that would be tended to later on.

“ah armin.” you gasped as you tightened around his dick, practically squeezing him dry.

his pace became sloppy as he tried to keep up with himself, “im gonna stuff you. im gonna fill your womb with a baby. ” he whimpered in your ear releasing himself all inside of your cunt. he thrusted riding out his high before he stopped, mouth agape panting.

he indulged in a soft kiss from you groping your breasts.

“fuck sometimes it’s so hard being mad at you.”

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a/n2: sorry this took a lil long… i hope u guys like it, sorry if i’m not perfect at writing with breeding. also ik i said i was gonna do 6 men but that was lowkey a lot considering i couldn’t really think of anymore characters… but thank u guys for 200 i love you all <33

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hannieehaee · 5 months

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18+ / mdi

content: toxicbf!seungcheol, more like possessivebf!seungcheol honestly, he's kinda a dick but not THAT much, jealousy, possessive behavior, afab reader, reader mentioned to be shorter than him, smut, penetrative sex, public sex, oral (m receiving), etc.

wc: 2201

a/n: tysm to the person who requested this <3 i didn't make him super toxic but more possessive and annoying.

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"shit, baby. you look so good. any plans tonight?" seungcheol hugged you from behind as you stared into the mirror, doing the finishing touches on your hair.

'"what do you mean if i have plans? we're going out. to the monthly meeting with the guys, remember? seokmin's girlfriend said she's coming too"

"hmm? since when? wait, hold on. you're wearing that to dinner with the boys?"

you groaned against him, "you literally just said i looked good. what's the problem?", you already kind of had an idea, but wanted to confirm for some dumb reason.

"yeah, that's when i thought you were going out with the girls or something. do you have to dress like this when you hang out with the guys?"

you knew cheol was a bit on the ... possessive side. he would sometimes be a little too jealous when it came to you being around the guys too much (around any guy, really). despite always confirming to him that you would never look at any of them as more than friends, he would still keep his guard up. it was endearing at times, seeing as it was usually just lighthearted jealousy, but he was doing a really good job at pissing you off right now.

you turned around, now facing him directly, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"baby, cmon! they're guys! and you're ... well, you're you!"

"did you want me to repeat myself or are you actually gonna explain what that's supposed to mean now?"

"listen. you're so beautiful. i had no chance at resisting you when we first met. imagine if i'd met you while you were wearing a tiny little black dress. i would've lost my mind. they're men, baby. they're weak-minded. i dont wanna let them even see you like this." despite the stupid neanderthal logic he was feeding you with, his reasoning gave you a slight ego-boost, dissipating your annoyance a bit.

you approached him, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt as you adjusted his tie - today's theme for the monthly meeting had been strictly formal, courtesy of a hong jisoo – and stared into his eyes, flirtatious smile gracing your lips.

"cheollie ... the dress code's formal. and i know how strict you guys are about that. if you can wear those stupid leather pants on stage while performing for carats, – who, by the way, do wanna fuck you – i can wear a tiny little dress around my very platonic friends."

you were pretty sure seungcheol had tuned you out already, at least judging from how distracted his hands had become now that they were kneading your ass under the short skirt of the dress. in any other circumstances you would've entertained him, maybe even let him fuck you before leaving home, but you weren't about to reward his stupid comments from earlier with sex. separating yourself from him, you chided at him, telling him to get ready, because you'd be leaving together; with no need to change your clothes.

upon arriving to the restaurant of choice - an entirely rented out luxury restaurant joshua had seemingly been eyeing for a while - you and a sulky seungcheol (he had brought up the dress issue again in the car) quickly spotted a table full of people. it was all twelve members of seventeen, plus joshua's and seokmin's girlfriends, who would also be making their debut appearance at the monthly dinner. as expected, the boys were all wearing suit and tie, while the girls had dresses on. you had to admit, maybe yours was a bit more provocative, but you felt comfortable since you would only be around close friends.

the moment they spotted you walking in, jeonghan took the liberty of standing up, looking you up and down before smirking and giving you a quick hug, even going as far as pulling out a chair for you to sit. you appreciated the gesture, taking a seat and thanking him, completely ignoring seungcheol's annoyed grumble along the lines of 'i'm supposed to do that'.

the dinner went pretty okay after that, with one or two complimentary comments directed at your apparel. you'd also noticed a few of the boys staring a bit more than usual, but you'd dressed up, after all, so it wasn't very surprising to you. seungcheol, on the other hand, grew more and more annoyed every time a member directed themselves to you, even if it was with innocent intentions. he had built an idea in his head that everyone mustve wanted you the way that he wanted you. it also didn't help that you were sitting right by jeonghan and mingyu, members who were renown for being a bit flirtier than the rest. you knew it was just in their nature, and completely meaningless when directed towards you, but you could feel your boyfriend's fumes increase next to you as the night went on.

after a while seungcheol had begun to speak over you, acting as if you couldn't respond or interact with his members on your own. he was beginning to show his annoyingly possessive side, acting overly overprotective over you, almost as if you were a prize to keep under lock and key.

there were only a few instances in which he did this. he could sometimes act like a dick about it, wanting to show the rest of the guys how you were his and no one else's

then came what broke the camel's back. yoon jeonghan must've sensed some tension in seuncheol's behavior, adding two and two and figuring out that his possessive friend must've been feeling some type of way at any attention headed your way. so, he decided to have fun with it, amping up his flirting.

"shit, have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?," he smirked, eyeing his friend a bit as he complimented you.

"yeah, but maybe don't say that to my girlfriend, yeah?", interjected your stupid boyfriend, hand on your thigh as he attempted to show possession over you.

you ignored him, "oh, thanks hannie. you look really handsome too."

he puffed, as if out of breath, also ignoring cheol's comment, "no, but really. that dress is ... man, all i know is if i were seungcheol we wouldn't have even left the house tonight," the smirk wouldn't leave his face, knowing he was poking a bear.

those two simple comments were enough to get seungcheol to snap, loudly getting up and interrupting any other conversation going on at the table. without any other word, he completely ignored any questioning stares or inquiring comments and grabbed your hand, dragging you from your own chair and pulling you away from the room and into a more secluded area of the almost-empty restaurant.

"seungcheol what the hell are you doing?!"

he turned to you, now letting go of the hand he'd been pulling, "i told you not to wear that around them! do you think i enjoyed that?!"

"it's just jeonghan, cheol! he doesn't mean anything by it. he was just trying to tease you."

"i dont care about that! you're mine. you're not supposed to show yourself off like this to other men!" the fact he didn't see issue with what he was saying was peeving you off, making you scoff at him before he continued.

"you're mine, okay? and you responding to han's flirting is not helping me get that point across to them."

"you-"

"no, let me finish," he moved closer to you the more he spoke, eventually having you pinned against the wall of the restaurant, looking down on you, "i won't have any of them even think they have a chance with you. no one does. you're mine. is that understood?" by now his lips were just a hair away from your ear, heavy breath fanning against you as his hands slid onto your waist, pulling you against him, dick already semi-hard under his slacks.

you hated the way he was talking to you. kind of. an embarrassing part of yourself was keening on his possessiveness, enjoying how he felt as if he had to stake claim over you. as if even one look from another man had him having to show the world you were his and his alone.

when he unglued his lips from your ear and went back to staring down at you, eyes flicking down to your lips, neither of you could help yourselves anymore. you might've kissed him first, but it was probably him who crashed his lips into you first, almost swallowing you whole as he attacked you by shoving his tongue in your mouth.

he became intense with his movements pretty quickly, unbuttoning his pants with one hand while the other harshly felt you up. he disconnected his hand from you for a moment in order to pull down his pants and knead at his cock for a few moments, getting himself ready for you.

he disconnected your lips, chuckling at the way yours chased after his, "get on your knees."

with zero type of dignity, you got on your knees with no question, beginning to slide your hand up and down his dick before wrapping your mouth around his tip and sucking, giving him eyes as you did so.

he groaned at the sight, but quickly recovered, barking out a command for you to be a well-behaved girl and take it all in your mouth. you followed instruction pretty quickly, loving the weight of his cock in your mouth.

"that's it ... knew you could be a good girl after all."

"fuck ... that mouth is all mine, right baby? only for me to choke on my cock .."

"take it deeper, i know you can. trained that pretty mouth to take me."

his words were getting you wetter by the second, moaning mindlessly against his dick as he began to thrust into your mouth, groaning out even more expletives.

he suddenly pulled you away without allowing you to suck him into completion, once more slamming your back against the wall and shoving his tongue in your mouth. you both groaned at the feeling of his taste in your tongue, eventually making the kiss become a mess of wet tongues just licking at one another while he ground his hard dick against you.

you cried against him after a while of dry humping, feeling the heat of his cock so close to where you wanted him, but your mind being too empty for you to even beg for him to put it inside you.

he pulled away, "are you gonna be good and let me have that pretty pussy? my pretty pussy?"

all you could do was nod and whine against him as he pulled your panties aside, only having to lift your dress a tiny bit to give him room to enter your warm walls. you both sighed out in pleasure the moment he entered you, with cheol quickly finding a rhythm that had you throwing your head back against the wall, not caring for any pain you felt at the impact.

"you're mine. do you understand that? no one else can have you. can't even look at you. tell me you understand." he paused for a moment, smirking as he knew you had no way to respond with the pace in which he was slamming himself against you, "what? no answer? baby, what'd i tell you about being a good girl?" he was mocking you now, relishing on the effect he had on you.

"c-cheollie ... y-yours! just yours! won't ev-ever look their way again. pro- ah! promise!" you did the best you could to muster out an answer, being too high on pleasure from the way his cock was repeatedly hitting against you, impaling you completely.

your emotions were already very heightened, causing the two of you to be quick to reach your ends.

"gonna fill you up, okay baby? and you're gonna keep it all in, or else imma have to take you home and do it all over again, yeah?" he groaned out, knowing he was about to blow his load any second now.

"y-yes! fill me up, please!"

a few thrusts later and he was burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning out at the feeling of your walls tightening against him as you came.

you attempted to catch your breath as seungcheol used his fingers to push in any cum that exited your hole, moving your panties back into place to try and retain the most he could. with no warning, he shoved those same fingers in your mouth, making you suck his essence from them as he groaned at the sight.

"c'mon," he gave you no time to catch your breath or recover before dragging you by the hand once more, walking back to the table to pick up your coats.

"i'm taking her home now. yoon jeonghan, i'll deal with you later," and with that he dragged you away, making no effort to hide your disheveled state as you limped behind him, beyond embarrassed all your friends knew what you and your boyfriend had been up to.

if cheol had wanted to make a public service announcement about how much you were his, he had achieved it.

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 5 months

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Call Your Boss Say You Quit - LN

Summary: Lando gets into a situation ship with a certain someone in the paddock, aka one of the the newest hires in the paddock right now. But not for McLaren, no instead she's the assistant to Christian Horner. Can she convince him to quit and join the Red Bull team like her boss wants? Will Lando make a move that shocks her more than anyone else?

Warnings: some toxic behaviour, manipulation and smut (kinky-ish?)

We also got just a tiny bit of bestie!Yuki for this one. Honestly people don't even understand what I'd give to be Yuki's best friend, or even just friend. I just need Yuki in my life.

Could've made this a two-parter, but I didn't so it's long (compared to most of my one shots). Enjoy.

It's not as if Christian set y/n up to go chasing after Lando. In fact Lando somehow found the courage to ask her on a date, after some encouragement from both Max's and Oscar to pursue his feelings for her.

But she would love for Lando to be in a championship winning car, and it would mean she's not constantly feeling at war between her work life and her personal life.

"Fuck Lando, don't stop." Y/n whines dropping her head back into the cushion as he nails dig in running down his back.

Thankfully, unlike most men, Lando doesn't make the mistake of changing angle, position or speed. He does exactly what she asked and the only addition comes in the form of his mouth latching onto her nipple with the most perfect pressure that sends her eyes rolling back as her body is struck with the usual mind-altering orgasm that Lando has managed to perfect every time.

His own is triggered with her body tightening and pulsing around him.

Y/n is in a bit of a daze as Lando rolls off of her and disposes of the condom (always protect yourself kids), but when he disappears she shifts realising she needs to clean up.

"Ah, stop it." Lando scolds rushing back into the bedroom when she reaches for tissues making her smile lazily and slump back on the pillow.

"Sorry." She laughs before feeling the warm cloth on her skin before she looks at him for a moment. "I don't know who I owe a thanks to for teaching you the importance of aftercare, but I'm grateful."

"You've just been neglected by every man before me." Lando scoffs losing the cloth away without a thought to where it lands before he moves to lie down beside her while she hums. "What?"

"I still have to go...Christian's demand for me to get to the paddock asap with no specified time doesn't mean that I can only show up after you've tried to leave me bed bound by multiple rounds of morning sex."

Lando's mood visibly deflates but that changes quickly to a hidden smirk when he sighs pointing at her clothes which are in pieces on the floor.

"Good luck with that." He shrugs as she sits up then stumbling out the bed and picking up the pieces of her clothes.

"Oh you are a dick. The points scored for aftercare just got revoked." Y/n huffs then pouting. "You even ripped my underwear, that was expensive."

"I'll buy you more. If you stay."

"I'll stay if you call your boss and say you quit McLaren." Y/n smiles as she moves to his suitcase frowning at the options of which she can steal to wear. "I am not wearing orange."

"It's papaya." Lando states already getting up. "You don't have many other options."

"Can't believe you're forcing me to pull this card." Y/n mutters shaking her head and moving to pick up her phone.

"Pull what card?"

Y/n doesn't answer as the phone rings before the line picks up.

"Lando is being mean and I need your help. Can you bring me some Alphatauri clothes, like literally anything-"

"Do not bring her clothes, she needs to learn-"

Poor Yuki has to endure the sound of the back and forth till he hears Lando grunt followed by a thud before y/n's voice returns.

"Please, if it's not too much to ask." Y/n sighs making Yuki agree immediately while she thanks him and tells him which room to bring the clothes to. "Thank you, I love you."

"Ahaha, love you too." Yuki laughs always getting awkward of her professing her love for him.

"I don't know why you can't just borrow my clothes to get back to your room."

"I'm in another hotel, if I walk out and someone spots me you know exactly what that's going to look like."

"Pretty sure most people in the paddock know about our arrangement."

"It sounds so bad when you word it like that."

"You know you should just call your boss, say you quit and I'll get you a job in McLaren. Any job you want, I'll make up a job for you."

"Pretty sure being paid to have sex with you would be prostitution and I think everyone might have something to say about it." Y/n states while Lando just looks at her unimpressed which apparently gives her reason to smile. "I still think you should quit...you'd get the Red Bull seat and you know you would."

"I'm happy with my team." Lando states crossing his arms stubbornly before smirking again. "You'd be happy with my team."

"Mmmm...no."

They could go back and forth for hours with no resolve, and they have, but today she really does have to go. And when Yuki shows up knocking on the door she yanks on a white shirt and boxers to get the door while Lando pulls on some joggers just so he's not completely naked for Yuki.

"Yuki! You star. Honestly, I can't thank you enough." Y/n beams then kissing the Japanese driver's cheek. "I'll come with you, can you you just wait for me to get changed?"

"Yes. I'll wait." Yuki nods making her smile and rush to the bathroom to change. "Are you still uhhh trying to get her to quit?"

"I think she'd be happier in McLaren. Don't you?"

"It's up to her. She seems happy right now."

Y/n appears looking thrilled to wear the Alphatauri fashion clothes, that actually look really good on her.

"Alright, let's get going. We'll see you later, Lando." Y/n smiles as she links her hand with Yuki. Some might mistake Yuki's constant smiles at y/n as a crush, but the whole paddock knows that Yuki and y/n have also got a reputation for fighting like siblings. Yuki literally kicked a football in her face and laughed hard about it.

"Your coffee." Y/n smiles jogging up to the pit wall where Christian is sitting as the free practice goes on.

"Thank you." Christian nods before looking at her outfit. "I didn't know you were supporting the junior team."

"Me and Yuki share a wardrobe." She jokes with a shrug while Christian raises an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look."

Much like his golden boy driver, Christian has somewhat taken on a parental role with his young assistant. He knows the hostile environment that can come with working in F1 for young women.

"Any progress with winning Lando over?" Christian questions in amusement earning a huff.

"No. I admire his loyalty but it's annoying me." Y/n huffs then sighing. "I should move off of here, but do you need anything else?"

"No. I think I'm good."

"Ok." Y/n nods turning only to spot that Lando's driving down the pit lane and spots her, he immediately starts waving at her from his cockpit forcing her to awkwardly wave in return.

Christian doesn't know that her attempts to win Lando over to Red Bull are met with the request for her to leave Red Bull and work for McLaren so she can spend more time with Lando. She isn't sure how he'd feel about it with her only having been his assistant for 3 months now.

"Annoying man." Y/n grumbles as she jogs across the pit lane that thankfully has not moving cars.

With her position and her formed friendship with Max and Yuki. Along with the rumours that have made it to the public about her potential involvement with Lando.

Once the free practice is over, Y/n sticks to following Christian around like usual, and maybe she's keeping close to dodge a certain English driver who she keeps spotting and making eye contact with receiving the mental messages but she's ignoring him.

She actually gets through the whole of Friday without being cornered. Well not until she tries to leave as one of the last people out the paddock, it's past sunset and nearly the entire Red Bull team has long since left while she stuck around in the hospitality unit just wasting time.

"You can't avoid me forever." Lando states making her jump as she steps beyond the security gate.

"Fucking hell, Lando. Were you just waiting for me?" Y/n questions with her hand to her chest. "I do actually work for a living you know, I wasn't avoiding you."

"You were." Lando frowns then earning an sigh and head shake. "Come back to my hotel with me then."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because-Because I'm here to do a job, not use my job to hook up with someone from a different team-"

"Christian knows and doesn't care, so what has changed in the past 24 hours?"

"Nothing."

"Then stop being annoying."

"I'm not being annoying."

"You are."

"Because I'm saying no?" Y/n frowns turning around with a genuinely angered expression and her volume catches securities attention.

"Is everything ok over here?"

"Yes." "It's fine." The state at the same time since the last thing Lando needs is some false rumour going around of his harassing y/n.

"We were just leaving. Sorry, there's no problem here." Y/n assures the man with a polite smile making him clear his throat before nodding and moving away. "Are we done here? I'm tired and it's been a long day that started with someone trying to use all my energy."

"Y/n..." Lando states in a tone that makes her chest twinge. "What the hell is going on?"

Her mouth opens and the words fall out before she can even stop herself from speaking. The emotion and the fact they're alone but out in the open, there's something so vulnerable about this whole moment and it makes it too easy to let the truth slip out.

"If I tell you things change and...I don't want that." Y/n admits making him frown while she swallows.

"Then don't tell me yet, you can tell me another time....but please just come with me tonight."

Y/n looks at Lando for a moment before sighing and nodding as she moves with Lando towards his car while wrapping her arms around herself.

"I need to go to my hotel to grab some clothes." Y/n murmurs earning a nod from the brunette.

If Lando wanted to know what y/n refused to tell him, he wasn't showing it. It'd been weeks and the two had remained unchanged in their dynamic with each other.

However, the peace between them was never going to last that long when Lando briefly mentioned that he's in the beginning of talks to extend his contract with McLaren.

At the moment they're finally at the long-awaited race of Las Vegas.

"So you're sticking with them." Y/n hums as she wipes off her cleanser and he moves up behind her.

"Yeah, I'm going to have it written into my contract that they steal you from Red Bull at any cost too." Lando smirks moving up behind her and sighing as he presses his crotch into her ass.

"It's not going to work." Y/n states referring to his attempt to seduce her into switching teams.

Sadly for her, Lando only takes that as a challenge.

"You think?" Lando questions looking at their reflection while she curses herself.

"I have to go to Christian."

"Don't ruin the mood like that. He can wait for you, after all by the time I'm done, you'll be ready to hand in your notice." Lando states moving his hand up to her throat, his fingers and thumb brushing over her pulse points while she swallows under his hold. "No effect yet?"

"Dick." Y/n mutters earning a smirk.

"For once, not what I had in mind. Bend over baby, I got you a surprise." Lando instructs making her frown looking at him. "Do you trust me?"

"Not really."

"Y/n."

"Ok, ok. Fine." Y/n sighs leaning forward on the counter, letting out some controlled breaths as she feels her pulse pick up before jumping at the feeling of Lando's finger reaching between her legs and feeling just how wet she is from him.

"Should I begin to worry you're a liar?" Lando asks in a voice that is honestly dropped a couple octaves that makes y/n shiver before he pushes a finger into her making her twitch under his attention and focus.

Truth be told she's actually a little sore from last night with him, he was a bit frustrated from the lack of performance from the car. Not that it wasn't some of the best sex she's had, but safe to say the stamina Lando has really proved that he can out last her in the right mood.

"A bit sore there, baby?" Lando questions feeling the slightly puffy walls twitch and contract around his finger. The effect of him calling her baby also makes her fight off some feelings that are trying to surface. But he's gone as fast as he was there and she moves her head to look at him. "Don't move."

Y/n lies her head back down, mentally cursing herself for not finding it within herself to stand up and follow him. When did he gain this level of control over her and how the hell does she undo it?

She gets so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't even notice him return till she feels something cold rubbing against her, making her whole body jump before it's pushed in and seated perfect against her g-spot with a pressure that is just enough to make her tense a little.

"What is that?" Y/n murmurs almost scared to ask as she looks at Lando. "Please tell me you are not putting a vibrator in."

"I could tell you that but I'm not a liar." Lando smirks as he pulls her back up, shifting it to a position which adds pressure. "You look a little flushed. Don't worry, you'll be fine. In fact I'd bet you're going love it."

There's a big screaming voice in her head telling her to remove it and yell at him for having the audacity but there's another, slightly quieter, voice saying that there's no harm that can come of having a bit of fun.

The two of them finish getting ready and Lando seems to be waiting for a better plan to surprise y/n.

When they get to the paddock, y/n makes sure to try and rush ahead so as to avoid being spotted so closed to Lando and when she spots Yuki she can't stop herself running to her bestie for some safety.

"Yuki!" Y/n beams as she hugs him.

The day goes on with y/n ever aware of the pressure keeping her on edge but nothing else happens.

Not till she's jogging up to the pitfall ahead of qualifying. It's still a while till it starts so the pit lane is not a hazard to be on. But just as she's about to step up onto the pit wall, that's when it strikes almost sending an electric shock of pleasure through her as she actually crumples to the floor, catching Max's attention since he's up talking to GP and Christian.

"Y/n?" Max questions in alarm as both himself and Christian move to help her from the ground.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, eh...just my foot slipped, lost my balance. Might've twisted my ankle." She states looking around, he has to be somewhere close for it to be working. She's pretty sure that's how it works.

Once she is back up on her feet, she does lean on the railing and cross one leg in front of the other but the vibrating bumps up a level.

"Just wanted to check if anyone needed anything." Y/n smiles making the two men exchange a look of concern over her odd behaviour. "Coffee?"

"I'll take a coffee." Christian nods making her nod then look at Max.

"I'm ok. Thank you."

They both watch her walk off looking like she's in pain before trying to ignore it and return to their conversation. Meanwhile as she gets through the Red Bull garage and to the closest bathroom she can find. It's still going so Lando's got to be following her.

It's only when she tries to take it out that the feeling of being pushed towards orgasm is combine and nearly overpowered by a panic of not being able to get it out. But when it gets knocked up another level she has to slap her hand over her mouth when a moan tries to push it's way out and she slides down to the ground completely surrendering to the on-going abuse of her g-spot that continues dragging out the orgasm and forcing her through the aftershocks while she remains on the floor.

After more than a few minutes of recovery, she finally finds the energy to actually call Lando.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Are you trying to kill me? Turn it off." She pants head leaning back on the wall as she tries to fight up the building of another orgasm. "Lando, please."

"I'll stop it, if you agree to quit and join McLaren."

"That's not fair, I can't get it out." Y/n cries, completely overwhelmed. "Lando, it's stuck. Please, turn it off, this isn't fun for me."

There's a silence for a couple beats before it stops and her tears go from overwhelmed to sheer relief.

"Where are you?" He asks making her let out some heavy breaths.

"I'm in the Red Bull unit bathroom."

"Can you come over to my motorhome?"

"Yeah, ok." She hiccups still needing to calm down a little. "I just be a few minutes."

The call ends and while she finally peels herself from the ground and tries to make a clean effort that does not make her look much more put together than she feels.

"Lando." She murmurs feeling completely drained and pathetically needy while he jumps up and moves over, steadying her with his hands on her waist as he kisses her forehead.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to upset you." Lando states while she looks at him.

"It wasn't bad at first, I just wasn't expecting it then I couldn't get it out when it got too much...did you have to do it in front of Max and Christian?"

"Yes, I did." Lando laughs then moving his hands to link behind her back, just completely hugging her. "Do you want me to get it out?"

"Yes." Y/n nods earning a nod.

"Think the best method of removal might be repeating how it got put in." Lando states making her grimace but nod only for him to kiss her before moving her to bend over the kitchen table . "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"That's not as comforting as you think. Especially when anyone could walk in!" Y/n states earning a smirk before he knocks her feet apart then moving to the door and locking it. "Thank you."

The feeling of Lando poking inside of her doesn't exactly make the situation any easier to endure. Although she does thank god she wore a skirt today or this wouldn't required her to undress and right now she doesn't have it in her.

"Y/n, I can't get it out if you're getting wet." Lando sighs and while he sounds a little annoyed, she knows there's a hint of amusement in there too.

"It's not exactly in my control, Lando." Y/n states through gritted teeth before feeling him slip it out and her body almost feels lighter. "Christ."

"Feel better?"

"Yes."

"So not on the cards to do again." Lando hums looking at the slick round vibrator.

"I didn't say that." Y/n frowns quickly before shutting her mouth again then biting her lip as she sits leans back on the table. "Lando...I think we need to talk...seriously."

"Yeah, we do. I want a girlfriend...not a hook up or-or whatever this is. I want you to be my girlfriend and if I can't convince you to quit Red Bull. I'll accept that you work for the rival if you can accept the same."

"I don't actually think it would be good for a relationship if we worked together." Y/n states earning an eye roll. "Maybe one day."

"Maybe?" Lando grins earning a small smile.

"Do not get too eager about that."

"I'm not...but I think it's just only a matter of time. I'll tell Christian that he better prepare for a replacement to be needed." Lando grins then moving to kiss her. "So will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes...even if you are almost definitely going to fuck up my life." Y/n hums while he smiles completely unapologetic.

*6 months later*

Y/n sighs walking into her meeting with Christian. She just left Max's garage after the world champion decided to spend the better part of an hour Maxplaining how much Sprint weekends suck and how they've ruined F1 weekends structure.

What she doesn't expect is for her papaya dressed boyfriend to be sitting in across from her boss who smiles with his "you're going to love this" smile.

"Oh no." Y/n states while Lando stands up with a grin. "No. Oh god, please tell me my idiot boyfriend has not just completely lost me my job."

"Lando has explained to me that you work very hard and he was just explaining how he believes you deserve a raise, extended paid holiday or promotion." Christian smiles while she grimaces visibly. "But he also told me he has been trying to talk you into taking a similar assistant position with him."

"Did you tell him how awful of an idea it would be?" Y/n asks hoping that the man might talk some sense into the young man.

"No. But Lando, she's right it's an awful idea. However, Y/n I have decided that while I can't promote you since you're my only assistant. I am giving you a raise and you'll be getting some well earned extended paid holidays."

"Aww...Christian." Y/n laughs then moving to hug him since her and her boss are friends as well as employer and employee. She does look at Lando for as she does and smiles. "Guess I should finally take you on a date that I pay for."

"Never going to happen." Lando states dismissively since he is slightly traditional in that sense. He insists on always paying for the dates. To the point where y/n tapped her card before he got the chance and he got pouty about it then bought her a giant 6 foot bear. Not that she complained, but it hardly felt like it made sense.

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fleshbride · 6 months

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PRESENTING . . . HOUSE OF BALLOONS!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ SITUATIONSHIP GETO SUGURU X F!READER

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW : extreme toxicity; possessiveness; stalking; relationship sabotage; obsession; suguru is CRAZY, bro is an actual mastermind; reader cheats on her bf w/ suguru; consensual recording; manipulation; reader is a bit dumb; pet names used are baby, dollface, minx, lovely, angel; smut; dry humping, throat fucking, throat bulging, fingering, ruined orgasms, breeding kink, baby trapping, a mix of degradation and praise, breath play, slight bondage, edging & overstimulation, dumbification, sado-madochism, pain play, branding (suguru puts a cigarette out on reader three times as a way of claiming), cervix fucking, sir kink, HINTS of somnophilia (brief description of suguru fucking reader while she’s asleep); dick drunk reader; suguru has a dick piercing; pregnancy.

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ wc : 8.3k

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ guys this is actually so nasty and feral, im so so so sorry. this is based off that jjk men loyalty post and suguru was placed in the middle because he would situationship the FUCK out of you. and worse? i’d probably fall for it and do it too. so then i wrote an entire fucking fic. and i’m so so sorry because this is actually pure filth. i don’t know what happened to me guys… suguru is just actually so nghh

A SITUATIONSHIP WITH SUGURU GETO is essentally the same as signing a contract giving away the rest of your life. because once you entered it, you were no longer able to get out. it started sweet, of course. suguru was good to you, despite not being your boyfriend. maybe that was what caused the sources of your problems.

you wanted to date suguru and the both of you knew it. despite the fact that you acted like a couple — kissing, going out together, having sex, even saying that dreaded l-word — you two didn’t have an official relationship. and it genuinely drove you insane. especially when suguru got a little too close with girls, knowing your attachment to him.

you told yourself that you couldn’t really be mad because you weren’t dating. so, you started doing the same thing, expanding your options.

and suguru didn’t like that very much.

you two often had explosive arguments that either went one of two ways; one of you blocking the other and severing communication or the desperate confessions of love to keep each other around.

and when he gets blocked, it doesn’t take suguru long to contact you somehow or someway. whether it be following you on a different account, or going as far as showing up to your home, he gets to you again.

it’s an endless cycle that constantly leaves you overwhelmed and emotionally drained. the intense love you have for suguru is undeniable. it’s undeniable in the way you let him back, the way you willingly go back.

every time you hit that unblock button, your friends look at you with concern and express their disappointment, warning you that he isn't good for you.

and deep down, you know they're right. of course, you're aware of the potential harm and negative consequences. but can't they understand the depth of your emotions? you’re in love with him. over time, your friends gradually stop shaking their heads in disapproval. instead, they simply roll their eyes when his name is brought up in conversation. it’s as if they've given up on trying to convince you otherwise.

however, suguru soon reaches his final chance, when you find out he’s been fucking one of your friends. this time, there’s no argument. you’re swift, blocking every one of his socials you know, deleting & blocking his number. that was it. you were free.

a year passes by, and you’re sure you’ve moved on. you got a new boyfriend, who’s sweet, and so dedicated to you. suguru hasn’t tried to contact you, even though he’d never be able to. you move from your college dorm, to live with your devoted boyfriend, you get a new job at a local cafe. you’ve never been happier, and everything is going so good for you.

almost too good.

suguru is a dedicated man, which you had seemed to forget. the entire time you thought he had left you alone, that he too had moved on; well, you were wrong.

moving didn’t hide you from him, even if you thought it did. he eventually found out from one of your friends, and you. you may have blocked some of his instagram accounts, but not all.

you often posted the scenery of your new area. and your boyfriend. it wasn’t hard to pinpoint you from there. you also posted about working at a cafe. so he searched up the cafes in the area — it couldn’t be too far, because he knew you weren’t a fan of driving long distances.

it gave him three options.

three different cafes. so here’s how he found you; it really wasn’t hard. he put on a mask over his nose and mouth, tucked his long dark hair into his hoodie. he went to the first cafe, and he asked a simple question. “is y/n on the clock today? she’s the only one who makes my order correctly.”

from the first two, he got a, “y/n? we don’t have an employee by that name.”

but the third one, god it must’ve been luck. because when he asked, he got the most blissful answer.

“y/n? oh, she works from 8am - 2pm on saturdays and sundays, but she works from 2pm to 8pm on mondays, tuesdays and thursdays.”

that was so much more than he bargained for, but god was he ecstatic. she told him your schedule? that coworker must’ve had it out for you, or something. but who was he to question her and her helpfulness?

what he had to do was obvious from there. he began to frequent your job on the days you worked, however only when you had just left.

he kept it this way, until that faithful day.

it was his usual routine. he had came to the cafe on sunday, at 2:30pm. you should’ve been long gone by now, so he thought. but there you were, working the register, with a sweet smile on your face and a bedazzled name tag on your breast.

you’re even more beautiful in person, he realizes. those eye bags you used to have faded away, and your smile is bright. you’re as perfect as he left you. only problem? you allowed yourself to be stained by another man. but it was okay, suguru assumed — he’d clean you up.

he doesn’t hesitate to get in the line to buy something, even though it’s so rare when he does. he comes to the counter with eyes and shaky breaths, acting like he’s just as surprised to see you.

your eyes are as wide as saucers when you finally set on him. you didn’t see him immediately come through the door, so you didn’t see him for a while… until there were only two people in front of him in the line.

you were internally panicking and screaming, your heart beating so fast you thought it may crack one of your ribs . how did he find you? what does he want? and beyond that, how handsome he looked — however, you shoved these thoughts down. you had a boyfriend now, and you were never engaging with suguru again. simple as that.

“what’re you doing here?” he breathes out as he reaches the counter. you’re beyond shocked, eyes widening as you blink at him. “no, what are you doing here? i work here. you don’t even drink coffee.” and it’s true; in all your time together, suguru never touched a cup of coffee. he swallows, hard, and you wonder just exactly he’s thinking as he stares at you from underneath his thick lashes.

“i have… lately,” his voice is gentle, sad almost, “i come here daily for coffee. speaking of… can i get a large of straight black dark roast? with a dash of cream and sugar.” you nod and hastily go to make it. when you come back, he shifts, rocking side to side. “i want to apologize to you. for everything. can… can we talk when you get off?”

and you should’ve known better. you really should have. but you’re stupid enough to say yes.

he waits several hours for you; you tell him you’re working a double, and you’ll be closing the store. he doesn’t mind, it seems, especially when he helps you mop and clean, helping stack up chairs. it reminds you of how gentle suguru was with you. when it’s time to go, he questions, “you walk home?” when you nod, he scowls, obviously still slightly protective over you. it warms your heart, but you force it to freeze back over.

however, it remelts when he pushes you to the inside of the sidewalk, standing on the side closest to the street. “my boyfriend and i live around the block, so i just walk here and back. i never really get any trouble.” suguru hums; you’re setting that boundary early on.

i’ve moved on from you, you’re telling him subliminally, i’m with someone new. it’s funny that you think suguru cares.

the two of you are silent as you walk, and you find yourself questioning whether or not he’s going to apologize; or is he just using this opportunity to get close to you again? you get your answer when a few minutes later, he stops and turns to you.

“y/n,” his voice is husky and it’s cold enough that his exhalation of your name leaves a white mist, “i’m sorry, for everything. i was wrong to put you through those things. you’re such a sweet girl; you didn’t deserve it.” and a part of him means it, truly. he would’ve done things differently if he knew you were going to leave. “can we be friends? please?”

you feel the cold tears prick your eyes, and you nod, once, then twice. you sniff and whimper out a sweet, “yeah, suguru. we can be friends again.”

that’s your biggest mistake.

because now that you’ve allowed suguru in your life again, you’ve just given him the green light to do what he does best. spiral things into his control. he starts out with small things, starting with planting a seed of insecurity.

you had let him meet your boyfriend, at your boyfriend’s insistence, to prevent insecurity. his boyfriend knew all about suguru, so to say that he was a bit hostile was a bit of an understatement. suguru was the epitome of calm, all kind smiles towards your boyfriend. it was almost… embarrassing for you. your boyfriend was almost childish; when you cooked for the three, and your boyfriend set the table, he refused to get a plate for suguru. suguru took it in stride, however, only laughing it off. this was damn near perfect for suguru; he was going to lie, but your boyfriend was so fucking stupid, he basically laid out the soil for suguru’s seeds.

what’s worse was the fact that suguru is both taller and more muscular than your boyfriend; and whenever suguru stood and looked down at him, your boyfriend would jeer. later, your beloved expressed his slight inferiority. you did your best to reassure him, but anytime you mentioned suguru, he seemed to bristle. ‘it isn’t like that,’ you’d plead to him, with hands out, ‘we’re just becoming friends again, i swear!’

of course, you’d eventually go to tell suguru that you had to distance, in order to preserve your relationship.

he was understanding, yes, but not without a, “why doesn’t he trust you enough to let us be friends?” and maybe that stuck with you a bit. a week later, suguru drops off two plates of your favorite food. he says he was making it, and thought you’d enjoy the meal. he even brought a plate for your boyfriend. you’re ecstatic — as the meal isn’t one you often find in stores, and when you do, it isn’t cook to the fullest. however, while the two of you were … engaging, suguru learned to make it perfectly.

you’re all smiles and cheers, while your boyfriend is livid. suguru doesn’t overstay his welcome and departs with a smile and a nice goodbye for you both.

the argument ensues from there.

“i thought you cut him off?” your boyfriend asks you, his voice snappy and filled with anger. you raise your eyebrows, still holding the two plates in your hands as you move to the kitchen. you reply,”you didn’t ask me to. you told me to distance, and i did. me and suguru haven’t talked much at all since then.”

“then why is he dropping off food for you?” your boyfriend shoots back, almost immediately. you place the food on the counter and turn to him, feeling your irritation simply growing and growing. “for us, you mean,” you correct sassily, furrowing your eyebrows, “it would be different if the food was only for me. but there’s some for you too. he was being thoughtful.”

“why can’t you so obviously see that he’s a manipulative asshole?” your boyfriend yells as he throws his hands up, pacing around the couch. “how dim are you? he did it while you two were fucking around, and he’s doing it now! i don’t want you to be friends with him anymore.”

you’re bubbling over. so he’s calling you stupid now? you feel your irritation shift into anger instead. “you don’t get to tell me who i can and can’t be friends with because of your own fucking insecurities. you don’t get to do that shit, you don’t get to make something out of nothing. and most of all, you don’t get to throw my past experiences that i trusted you with into my fucking face.” you’re grabbing your food, and your coat simultaneously.

“wait, where are you going?” your boyfriend asks, his voice suddenly dropping from a yell to a concerned croon. your shoving your arm into a coat sleeve as you huff, “somewhere to cool off. you’ve pissed me off and now i don’t even want to be in this fucking house.”

your boyfriend wants to protest, but he doesn’t. he purses his lips, and he nods, before mumbling out a, “be safe. keep your location on, please?”

begrudgingly, you nod, before leaving.

of course, you end up at geto’s. you’re venting your frustrations as you eat the meal he prepared. it hadn’t even been an hour since he dropped off the food, and here you were. it’s how he knew that his plans were working, and god was he ecstatic. of course, he couldn’t seduce you right here and now, no. it’s much too early. he has to keep throwing the rock at the window, over and over. until it finally breaks.

this throw is only a crack in your window.

those arguments begin to happen more frequently, suguru’s large crack gives way to more and more little cracks, until you’re at your wits end. you’re not gonna break up with your boyfriend yet, but you’re starting to get aggravated. suguru figures it’s time for him to implement his plan.

you’re laying on his couch after an explosive argument between you and your boyfriend about geto seemingly “flirting” with you: suguru had bought tickets for the ballet for all three of you; your boyfriend refused to go, falling right into suguru’s trap. you were aggravated with him — he denied every opportunity to actually make sure no flirting would happen and denied. then got mad at you for enjoying yourself. but you wouldn’t allow that, tonight. you went to see the ballet with suguru, and honestly the two of you had a wonderful time.

but then, your dress had ripped so suguru held it together until the two of you got into the car. you had walked into the house, suguru shuffling behind you and your boyfriend went ballistic, claiming that suguru ripped it himself.

now, suguru didn’t even plan this one — but your boyfriend was just so good at being a little helper. while suguru watched the argument awkwardly, trying his best to ‘deescalate’ the argument, while intentionally making it worse. you ended up leaving with suguru, ripped dress and all.

now here you are, sitting on his couch, with tears streaming down your beautiful made-up face. suguru’s cooing to you through your distress, giving your back gentle rubs. “he’s such a dick, y/n,” suguru murmurs as you blubber out your frustrations, “i can’t believe he got so worked up… it’s starting to piss me off, too. i even bought a ticket for him to come with us.”

you let out a cry of agreement, going, “which was so nice of you! he complains about us being alone but never come when he’s invited! it’s so… so…!”

“hypocritical,” he finishes for you, pulling you to lean on his shoulder. you comply, even when his hand slides to rub at your hips. “i wasn’t the greatest, but… god, even i didn’t do you like that. didn’t he call you stupid or something a week ago? i actually don’t think i’ve ever done that.” he laughs it off like a joke, but watches your reaction carefully.

the words have you thinking back. no, suguru hadn’t ever called you stupid. when he started getting jealous, he never put you in situations to be jealous over. he was never childish like your boyfriend… your brows furrow and you pout, hesitantly nodding. suguru smiles; it’s working. he takes this a sign to keep talking.

“and i noticed that like… he barely posts you. like you have a highlight for him on insta, and he doesn’t have one for you,” he begins, continuing to caress your skin, before pulling a pack of his favorite cigarettes out of his pocket. “and i don’t mean to infringe on your relationship, y/n.. it’s just weird to me. considering that i had a highlight for you even when we weren’t dating.”

you pause, lightly leaning into suguru’s touch. he’s not wrong… in fact, he’s very right. your boyfriend always told you that he didn’t post you a lot because he didn’t want people in your relationship business. you had accepted it at the time, but now suguru’s words had you questioning.

“am i overstepping?” suguru asks gently, his hand still rubbing your hip, pulling you into him as he exhales cigarette smoke. his dark violet eyes focus on you, and you examine his features, like you used to do before.

his long hair is pulled into his trademark half-up half-down style. slim eyes looking down at you with an all too familiar glaze. his angular, perfect features that had to been crafted by god. he’s… he’s so much prettier… you curse yourself for even thinking it, but he’s so much prettier than your boyfriend. he licks his lips as he watches you watch him. his head tilts slightly.

“maybe your boyfriend wasn’t wrong, though,” he says, voice husky — it sends unwanted shivers down your spine. “maybe i haven’t been exactly appropriate to you. maybe i do want you back.”

you swallow hard, slight shock flooding you. you expected it but didn’t at the same time. even though all those times you vented and brought up how your boyfriend was convinced suguru wanted you, suguru never confirmed or denied. only soothed you.

you don’t know what to say, or how you feel but you know it’s wrong. “n-no, suguru,” you force yourself to say, “it’s wrong. a-and you already had a chance. so many chances.” your scooting away, but suguru is pulling you back to him.

his lips press against your ear as he whispers, “c’mon, baby… please? i learned my lesson. i can’t bare to see another man treat you like this, when i know… we both know… i have my problems, but i can treat you so much better.” you’re trying to pull away, but your body and your heart is too familiar with suguru. you ache, despite knowing that it’s wrong. it’s cheating.

“suguru, i-i can’t cheat..!” you whimper pathetically, and suddenly, he’s pushing you down onto the couch, sliding on top of you. you moan, as you feel him press against you, cursing yourself.

“there it is,” suguru hisses, lifting his cigarette to his wet lips again, “moaning just based off that? he hasn’t been fucking my girl right, now has he?”

“not your girl..!” you gasp as he presses hot, open mouth kisses onto your neck. you protest out of guilt, but god, you don’t stop him.

because just like he said, you both know. your boyfriend couldn’t, in no way, compared to suguru geto.

“not my girl?” suguru whispers as he kisses up your jawline, “you sure? because you’re gasping and whining out like you are. you’ve always been mine, y/n. you know you have. let me take care of you, baby. come back home.”

there’s an ache in your pussy, and you’re sure that it’s your sexual organ talking when you whine, “okay, suguru, j-just please… please fuck me.” the need you feel overwhelms the guilt as suguru presses his clothed dick against you.

you can feel him, pressing against you through your panties, and the squeal you let out makes suguru laugh. he’s sliding you up with one hand and into his lap. he hikes your dress up to your hips and you think he’s going to take you right then and there; but no. instead he presses you down against his crotch, forcing you to get off on the feeling of his covered dick simply pressing against you.

“s-suguru! c’mon, give me more, please!” you mewl as you grip his broad shoulders desperately. you watch as he lifts his cigarette to his lips. “nuh uh,” he says as he exhales, “you’re going to pay for leaving me for some bitch who can’t even fuck you right. ride me jus’ like this, y/n. and don’t stop until i say so.”

and unfortunately, you’re obedient and desperate for any shred of stimulation you can get. you began grinding your hips down against suguru through his slacks, his hardened dick rubbing against your pussy through your panties. you’re so wet that you begin to gush through the thin cotton of your panties, dripping onto suguru’s slacks in a puddle.

you don’t say anything however, yearning for the intense pleasure that suguru always gave you. that year away from suguru must’ve made you forget; nobody will ever fuck you as good as he does.

he watches as you clutch onto him, pathetically grinding and shaking your hips down onto your lap, whining as your panties rub against your clit just right. in a few minutes or so, you’re even ready to cum. suguru has your habits memorized when you were close, and that hasn’t changed.

you still tremble, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. your eyes cross a little and your back arches. suguru grins. oh, you’re so close, aren’t you?

“stop.”

he chuckles darkly, and when you don’t listen the first time, he pulls you off of him. you let out a mix of a sob and a moan, your face twisting into something pitiful. “suguru!” you wail, fat tears spilling over. “i was so fucking close! why would you do that?”

suguru gracefully puts you on the floor between his legs, laughing at your plight. “oh, i never said you’d cum, dollface. i just told you to do it. but it’s okay, my dumb girl. ‘m gonna reward you a different way.” he begins unbuttoning the slacks as you perch between his legs. he’s rolling the black pants down his thighs, along with his boxers and there it is.

his dick bounces free. it’s long, and has a nasty curve upwards. he’s thick too — scarily so. his tip is fat and a perfect round shape. it’s a dark tan, a few shades darker than his skin. and it’s decorated with a silver reverse prince albert piercing. precum slides out, a silky white color. you feel drool collect in your mouth as his dick hovers above you.

“you know what to do,” suguru tells you with an expectant look, his cigarette perched perfectly between his lips, “open your mouth and let me use you. uh huh, just like that lovely, stick out that tongue…” you do as he tells you, hands on his knees as you lean up; tongue out, eyes locked with suguru’s.

he slaps his dick on your tongue a few times, before he slides his length into your mouth. immediately, your lips enclose around him. his hand laces into your hair, using it as leverage to pull your head down his length. you gag fiercely around him, hands moving from his knees to his thighs, digging into his skin.

suguru smokes his cigarette with hazy eyes as he pushes your head down his dick, and back up. the noise your throat makes when his tip hits your uvula is wet and messy, and god does he love it.

your slobbing down his length, your spit trickling down his balls; your eyes are filled with tears, a few even spilling over. however, your plump lips stay wrapped around him. you suck your cheeks in and gaze up at him, submission coating your every movement. your tongue slides against the glands on his dick, making him let out a soft groan.

“take this dick down your throat just like that, whore, fuck,” he rasps to you, his movements becoming a little more aggressive, “did you suck on him like this? lookin’ up at me all pretty. bet you didn’t suck his dick like you needed it; didn’t show him how much of a fucking whore you are, hm?” he puts his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, and then he slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone. “i think we should. is that okay?” as best as you can, you nod, still swallowing up his dick.

suguru is on his phone for a few seconds, before laughing out, “ha! he texted me. he wants me to bring you fuckin’ home. too bad; you’re already home, right, baby?” of course, you don’t answer. your mouth is too stuffed full of his dick. suguru gets rougher then. his original languid pace is discarded, and he begins to push and pull himself out of your mouth. his tip rams against your uvula, before sliding into your throat. you’re choking for air, sputtering. he’s fucking your throat so cruelly, there’s a bulge in your throat every time he sheaths himself in your mouth.

you try to pull in air through your nose, but it’s too hard to focus when suguru is pressing your face into his pelvis, his heady scent filling you and making you dizzy. or was that just the lack of oxygen? you realize that he’s recording your pathetic display. you’re a fucking mess, pussy drooling as he ruins you.

“shiiit, angel,” he curses, head thrown back, and his locks messy around his shoulders. his bottom lip between his teeth, “gonna cum. gonna cum in your mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every fuckin’ drop, understand?”

you swirl your tongue around him, letting him know you’re ready. his thrusts become reckless, before he spills his load inside of your mouth. his cum tastes nice, as always — it has a slightly bitter tang to it, but you take it in stride. as he slides his softened dick out of your mouth, you open your mouth, letting your tongue loll out; showing him his cum coating your mouth.

his phone captures it all.

“is this your girlfriend?” he taunts the camera, grabbing your cheeks and bringing your mouth closer to the phone as cum dribbles down your chin. “look at her. that’s my cum. this is my girl.” you swallow his cum then, and suguru lets out a coo of, “good slut.” before he’s ending the video and sending it.

as soon as he releases your face, you’re sucking in big breaths of air, coughing and sputtering and wiping your eyes from the tears. he rubs your head while you do so, letting out soft coos of reasurance.

he sits back for a second, sliding his dick back into his slacks, before telling you, “go to my room and get undressed. i’ll be there in a minute.” he watches you nod and scamper up, going up the stairs to his room, your hips swaying.

suguru picks up his put out cigarette as he watches your boyfriend trip out about the video, both of your phones dinging with notifications. he lets out a laugh.

suguru always gets what he wants eventually, especially you.

he’s getting up to follow behind you then, pulling off his tie in the process. suguru can feel his own desperation and need for you setting in. it had been a year and a few months; in that time, he didn’t engage much in sex and romantic relationships. none of them were you.

and even now, when he gets to his room and you’re sat on his bed, eyes soft and legs slightly spread as you wait for him, he knows.

none of them will ever be you.

suguru stares at you, almost unnervingly as he walks into the room, leaning against the wall. it makes you self-conscious, curling into yourself as you press your hands against your body to shield yourself.

“don’t.” suguru says, and he walks to you, grabbing your arms. “i need to see all of you.” before you could even respond, he’s wrapping his tie around your wrists.

“suguru?” you question gently as the black fabric wraps around your hands, keeping you bound. suguru shushes you, before picking you up and moving you to the top of the bed. “shh, lovely. i gotta fuck those thoughts of your ‘boyfriend’ out of you. so you’re gonna be a good whore and you’re gonna take it. understood?”

“yes sir,” you whisper as he lays you down, before his hands are spreading your thighs, to reveal your pretty pussy; soaked with your self-lubrication. you move your bound hands to cover yourself, but suguru knocks them away. “put your hands away, what’re you covering yourself for? i know your body like the back of my hand.”

and he’s right, so you try your best to relax. your tensity is immediately forgotten when he puts a finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles against it. you shiver and let out a dulcet moan, a lovely sing of, “suguru— mnngh, fuck..” he takes so much pride in the way he makes you feel, the way he makes you cry out and arch your back just due to his finger rubbing against your clit.

“shh, dollface,” suguru says as he sits between your legs, spreading them more. his large hand wraps around your calf to put your leg up. his finger trails from your clit to your sopping hole, before sliding two fingers inside.

the stretch from just two of suguru’s fingers had you letting out mellifluous moans, squirming in his hold. he held you still while he pushed his fingers inside of you until they were knuckle deep, thumb pressing against your clit.

suguru was slow and methodical with the way he fingered you; sliding his fingers out slowly just to thrust them back in a fast pace, fingertips curling against your warm, gummy walls. your slick was dripping down onto his palm as he rocked his finger into you.

you were his mess, letting out whines as his long, thick fingers scissored inside of you, pressing against your g-spot. “he couldn’t get you like this, now could he?” suguru asked as he pressed his fingers against your g-spot again, making you squeal. you didn’t answer at first, but when he added a third finger inside of you, hissing out, “fucking answer me.” you were quick to babble out, “no, sugu! no, no, no, he could never get me like this… only you, only you!”

suguru chuckles in satisfaction as he watches you struggle to hold on to the sheets with your bound wrists. “fuckin’ slut,” he muses, “cheating on your boyfriend like some fucking whore who can’t keep her legs closed.” he tuts, and shame floods through you; however, it’s eradicated by the way he curls his fingers against your g-spot, his quick but precise thrusting hitting it every time. your juices are all over his hand, sloppy noises echoing through the room. the way suguru looks at you has your heart beating in your fucking ovaries.

you’re close, euphoria is spreading through your body and your stomach is tightening. your pussy is contracting around suguru’s fingers as you whimper, “i’m sorry…! sorry for bein’ a slut, sir.”

“i forgive you,” he laughs a little bit, as your eyes roll back. “you’re my slut, of course. you’ll always belong to me; always be mine, no matter where you go.” right as your pussy begins to spasm around him, and your body begins to twitch, eyes rolling back again — he slides his fingers out of you.

the sob you let out is tremendous, bordering on a scream. suguru only watches as you sob, fat tears rolling down your already ruined face as you sob out different variations of ‘why?’ and ‘i wanted to cum!’ through your tears as you glare up at him. suguru only watches your pathetic, desperate display as he begins to fully undress. his eyebrow raised as he watches you, slightly smirking. you’re so cute, so desperate for him. he loves when you get like this.

by the time he’s fully naked, you’re facedown into the blankets, still whimpering, your sobs slowing. suguru wants to laugh, but he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. he crawls on the bed towards you, grabbing you and turning you over onto your back. you look up at him with teary eyes as he hovers above you. your bound hands reaches up, and you mange to press the back of your hand to his cheek. oh, how you missed this sight.

your hands sneak to his hair, and you pull out his ponytail. his hair falls around his shoulders, and he smiles at you; a genuine smile, and you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle. he leans down, sliding his lips against yours as his hand wraps around your throat loosely. suguru tastes like sweet cigarettes, like a mix of nicotine and love and sex. you don’t know how else to describe it.

“missed you,” he whispers against your lips, kissing you feverishly. you try your best to keep up with his insistent lips, as his tongue curls against the roof of your mouth.

“m-missed you more,” you rasped back against his lips.

you guys are pulling away occasionally to gaze at each other sweetly at his other hand trails down your body, caressing you wherever he can. he’s devouring your lips, hand slightly tightening on your neck. “love you, y/n,” he whispers, before continuing on like it was never said.

your heart pumps, and before you realize it, your lips are moving to say, “love you more, suguru,” you feel him grin into the kiss, and it becomes more desperate. it’s messy, the way he kisses you — the way he laps at your mouth and begs for more of you, all of you.

you can’t help but give.

his tip rubs against your hole, his piercing cold against your heat. on instinct, you let out a slight hiss at the feeling. he shushes you gently, as he pushes his hips forward slowly. the stretch of him has your head falling back, and your eyes rolling. your mouth falls open in an o, but you’re unable to make a noise, as if he’s snatched it out of you.

pain mixes with pure pleasure as he feeds your greedy cunt inch after inch of him. your body is trembling as you feel his piercing scratch your g-spot, making you gasp out, before said piercing is nudging your cervix. his curved dick has you going insane, hitting spots you forgot you had. above you, suguru is as much of a mess as you are.

he’s panting, irises so dilated that it’s just black with a ring of dark violet. one hand is gripping your hips, the other squeezing your throat as he spears you on his dick, soft moans escaping his lips. “fuck, angel,” he groaned as he threw his head back, “missed this pussy s’much. you’re taking me so well, look…” you manage to look down, watching as suguru pulls out of you before snapping his hips into yours.

the single, experimental thrust has you seeing stars. your tied hands are pushed above your head by suguru and he holds your hands, keeping them there. he pulls your legs to rest on his shoulders, and you blank. because now, the angle is different, and he’s pulling out and—

the rough thrust he blesses you with has you whimpering out his name, and that’s just the beginning. it doesn’t stop from there, no. he releases your hands, going to grip your throat again as he begins to stuff you full, slamming into you over and over.

that hand on your throat tightens just how you like it, until your noises are gasped and raspy, and there’s black spots swimming in your vision. this, paired with the way suguru pushes his hips into yours, bullying your pussy, has you teetering on the edge.

suguru knows this. he knows your body far too well, much more than you’d like. he knows that when he trails a hand down to your breasts, to pull and twist at your nipples like he does right now, it only shoves you closer to the edge. “don’t cum,” he whispers to you, “i didn’t even really get started, doll. don’t tell me you’re gonna cum just from a few strokes like this?” he smirks down at you, as his thrusts pause. the hand around your throat sliding up to rub his thumb on your bottom lip. the slight relief has you sucking in deep breaths, trying to regain your voice.

suguru decides to help you. he resumes his fierce thrusts, ripping a croaked cry of, “suguru—!” out of you. he picks up speed, jackhammering into you, and your nails dig into the palm of your hand as you’re forced to grip your own hands. he’s fucking you like this, and you’re supposed to not cum? his thrusts snatch the barely regained air out of your lungs, forcing more tears into your eyes.

your clit throbs painfully, your stomach tight as you try to hold on to the orgasm that is so close, too close to washing over you. “can’t control yourself?” suguru taunts from above you with a slight laugh, “fuck, baby, you’re a mess. got your fucking juices drippin’ down my balls,” he let out another chuckle, “pussy just clenched around me too. you like when i make fun of you, don’t you? masochistic cumwhore.” he grips your face, watching your tits bounce fiercely with every thrust.

“it huuuurts, sugu,” you whimper in an agonizingly sweet voice, “please let me cum, please, please, i can’t take it..! please, sir, it hurts…!”

“you love it when it hurts, though,” he tuts at you, his hair hanging in his face, and above you as he keeps up his thrusts. you let out a desperate, pained whine and he softens. just a little. but he doesn’t let you cum yet. instead, he leans down, lips pressed to your ear, “say you won’t leave me, ever again. say you won’t go anywhere.”

you know it’s a trap, but you fall into it anyways. “i won’t! i won’t leave you again, i promise, p-please just let me cum. i won’t go anywhere, i won’t ever have anyone else! j-just please…”

“cum.” suguru says one word, and immediately, you do. your eyes roll back, your body seizes, and your pussy clenches so impossibly tight around him that he can’t even pull out.

“shit—!” he hisses, hands gripping your hips. your clenching sends him over the edge too, his cum pumping into you. he didn’t mean to cum inside of you, no. but now it’s given him an idea. “fuckin’ minx, pussy clamped so hard on me, it had me cum in you,” he rasped as he pressed his lips to your sweaty skin.

you want to care, you really do. you want to panic and make a scene, but god, you don’t fucking care. the feeling of having his cum inside of you feels too good. you didn’t even let your boyfriend cum inside of you. should you be ashamed of yourself? you don’t know. actually, scratch that. once again, you don’t fucking care. all you can murmur is, “just… don’t do it again.”

you don’t care because your mind is foggy, the best kind of foggy. the orgasmic haze you’re in has you blissed out as you’re splayed across suguru’s bed.

suguru is marking you, biting, licking, sucking at your neck, collarbone and chest until they’re littered with reddish-purple hickeys, along with the hand print from him choking. if he’s going to bring you home to your boyfriend, he’s going to bring you back with a message. he grabs his cigarette and his lighter. he lights it, and takes a puff, before looking down at you. “this is gonna hurt,” he tells you, and you connect the dots immediately. you shake your head at him, but he shushes you. “be a good slut, and let me do this. don’t move, or it’s gonna hurt more.”

you go completely still, biting your lip as tears appear on your lash line. he softens when he sees you like this, scared. his hand presses against your face, trying to soothe you. even as he presses his cigarette against your collarbone. in order to distract you, he begins to thrust again. the pain and pleasure fight for dominance over your body, and you focus on the pleasure; even though the smell of your burning flesh fills the room. he puts out his cigarette two more times on your skin, before pressing kisses to the scars.

“i have to make sure that you, and everyone else, know that you belong to someone.” he whispers to you, still pressing kisses to the spot. you barely understand him though, because you feel like you’re fading. drowning in a sea of pleasure that he’s created.

his eyes lock on your bound hands, and the red mark around your wrists. he unties your hands, and you let out a garbled noise of relief. you watch as he presses kisses to your wrists, while still pumping his thick dick through your walls. you’re on the edge again, and suguru flicks at your clit, making you cum another time, your body twitching and your hands grabbing at his skin.

suguru’s close, too, and he knows what he has to do now.

suguru’s ideas are dangerous, but he finds it in him that he doesn’t care. he can’t trust your word that you’ll never leave. he can’t rely on just marking you. he’ll have to make sure that you’re unable to go anywhere, he’ll have to make sure that you need him.

he’ll have to knock you up.

it’s as simple as that. the simple idea of you swelled with his child has him reeling. suguru knows it’ll work. you don’t use birth control, because you don’t like the way it makes you gain weight, and you often forget to take the pill. and, he saw condoms and plan b’s at your house. it’s almost comical. suguru’s sure that you’d take his baby; but not your boyfriend’s.

the idea excites him even more and he grips your thighs, using his weight to push you into a mating press.

everything’s a blurry mess from there.

he’s slamming his hips into you with a regained fever, over and over and over. your heightened sensitivity is unable to take it, and you’re a squealing, whining mess with every move that he makes. your grasping at anything in your reach, mainly him and the bedsheets.

suguru folds you in half as he feels his own orgasm coming. “you’re gonna take every drop i give you, understand? don’t waste my cum, slut.” you want to tell him to wait, to cum on your stomach. but you don’t. you can barely think at all. instead, you lose control of your body as you cum right with him, as he shoots his load of thick cum straight to your womb.

you think he’s done, but no; instead he flips you over onto your hands and knees. he grips your throat from behind with both hands as he slams into you one more time. pumping and filling you, breeding you like some animal. you can barely moan anymore, animalistic whimpers and grunts escaping you instead as he slams his hips against the plush of your ass. suguru lets go of your neck to grip your hair, pushing your face into his pillows as you drool mindlessly, brain fucked away.

“helloooo…” he asks, teasing you purposely, “anyone in there?” when you don’t answer, he barks out a laugh. “look at you. gone stupid on my dick. i expected you to last longer. but no; you’re nothin’ but a dick hungry cumslut.” your body twitches and you make out some noise, resembling a ‘nooo…’, but suguru can’t tell.

“like it when i use you like this, hm? like it when i treat you like my fuckin’ cocksleeve, don’t you, y/n?” this time you manage to answer with a sweet ‘yes!’ and suguru smiles. you’re cumming again, sinking into the blankets with rasped moans. your throat is probably shredded from all the screaming you’ve been doing, but it’s okay.

it’s not long before suguru’s shooting his third load into you — or is it his fourth? you don’t remember, and neither does he.

you think it’s over, and maybe it is for approximately five to ten minutes. he gives both of you a break, and he presses kisses into your spine.

however, when he maneuvers you into a different position, you almost pass out. suguru isn’t done with you yet. the night continues like that, until the rosy fingers of dusk trickle into the room. he fucks you all fucking night, with a few breaks. he fucks you to sleep, and when you wake up, he’s still fucking you. a mix of your fluids soaks his bed, as he fucks load after load after load into you.

because suguru’s on a mission.

so when morning comes and he’s finally done using and abusing your body, he knows he’s succeeded. he scoops his cum off your thighs and stuffs it back into you, and right after he slides your panties back on, making sure it stays there.

soon after, when you wake again, he carries you to the bathroom, and he washes you up, still making sure that not too much of his cum slides out. he’s gentle with you, carrying you on his back around the house, driving you to get dunkin’ donuts for breakfast. the two of you completely ignore your phones, and the messages your boyfriend — well, ex-boyfriend left you two.

in fact, suguru does him one better. he arrives at the house with his arm around your waist and you nestled into his side. your ex-boyfriend is more than livid, more than furious, but he pales in comparison to suguru.

he screams at you, only once; because suguru is there to utter out a, “you yell at my girlfriend like that again, and i will fucking kill you.” and both you and your boyfriend are shocked. but suguru only nods to you, smiling gently as you hurry to collect everything you need. feminine products, clothes, jewelry. important things. anything you miss, suguru says you’ll get later. your boyfriend doesn’t utter a word after that single scream.

of course he texts you, ranging from angry to filled with despair. from “cheating fucking bitch” to “i’m sorry, i’ll do better, just please come home”. he’s soon blocked.

and when you miss your period the next month, you’re telling suguru. when the pregnancy test comes up positive and you’re looking up at him with a mix of shock, fear and excitement, he scoops you up into a kiss, murmuring about how he’s so happy.

because now you’re his forever.

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BROTHERS! WHETHER YOU'RE STRAIGHT, GAY, BI OR WHEREVER YOU WANNA STICK YOUR DICK, DON'T LET ANYONE CONVINCE YOU TO SURRENDER YOUR MANHOOD.

THE ONLY THING "TOXIC" ABOUT MASCULINITY IS SURRENDERING IT TO SISSY FAG WOKE BULLSHIT!

REJECT FEMININITY AND WEAKNESS IN YOURSELF AND OTHER MEN. REMAIN STRONG, REMAIN UNITED!

FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, BROTHERS!

#masculine #alpha muscle #alpha master #be a man #bodybuilder #man up #muscle worship #muscle god #alpha hunk #androphilia

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portraitofadyke · 4 months

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I think Our Flag Means Death is a very unique show in a way that they don't care to cater to mainstream media. And yes, by mainstream media I mean the general straight people.

I think it's very important that we have feel-good shows like Heartstopper. A few years back, a tv show about two queer boys in high school would be unthinkable. But its plot generally revolves around explaining queerness. Sure, it's nice. It's definitely the show I would watch with my family if I were a teenager and wanted to come out again (I had to watch glee with my mom to do that. not optimal). It's the show where teenagers find love and themselves, but sexuality is constantly discussed, explained, sanitized. It's the show straight people will watch. And that's good. We do need shows like that.

But Our Flag Means Death doesn't even bother trying. It's a show about mostly middle aged people, most of them not white, most of them queer in one way or the other. It's really a game of spot the hetero, like someone said. And the characters are not sublte about it. They have sex for fun, something most characters don't have in tv shows, definitely not queer characters. They make dick jokes. They are not all conventionally attractive and they know it, and the writing doesn't care. They are all people before they are queer representation.

Stede's storyline in s1 is in a part about discovering himself and his sexuality, but it's not obnoxiously repeated. Instead, it's played in a natural way. Stede's storyline is ALL about finding himself, yet it's not just about that. Just like Ed's storyline, it's about toxic masculinity and allowing himself to have fine things and self-hatred and finding his place in a world, something most of us can relate to. Hell, none of us were even sure the main characters were going to kiss and end up together, we were all so sure it's a queerbait. But this show doesn't bait its audience. It's not afraid of weirdness. It embraces it instead. There is a nonbinary character. No, they are not a mermaid. Call them jim. That's it. Yes, Lucius and Pete got engaged. Everyone there knows what mateolage is, congrats. Olu and Jim never break up and then Archie shows up, then Zheng, and we all know. We all know.

Two men nearing fifty have a deep, romantic moment where one of them appears as a mermaid, and it's treated as the profound scene it is without ridiculing it. This would never fly in a 'mainstream' media. It would have to be downplayed. Here, it saves Ed's life.

The show tells you racists suck, but it doesn't tell you in a condescending, finger-waving way catered to the white people. Instead, it sets your ship aflame and burns you alive, runs a knife through your hand, puts poison in your drink and kills you.

This is a show for adults, for queer people of all kinds, and it does not give a fuck if anyone else gets it. It's so rare to find a tv show that caters to us, yet alone a tv show that's genuinely good and caring and so well loved.

This is a show that basically straightbaited its audience in the first season, that's how much they don't care.

Idk, I just feel that it will take ages for another show like OFMD to exist in a world full of MCU and media that tries so hard to be liked by everyone it loses its personality and charm. Rant over

#ofmd #yes i am rewatching for the millionth time #just felt like talking about ofmd and how important it is for the milkiont time #it's not perfect but it is to me

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nct are such fraternity boy college athletes fuckboys coded it's insane !! everyone i see a video of those men with the homosexual tendencies, vaping addiction, and their athletic garments, it really only cements this theory. their disography and music videos add to this too 😔✋ u know 90's love, universe (let's play ball), alley oop, bad alive eng ver.

can imagine them walking around this elite prestigious campus all loud and obnoxious. they know everyone is looking at them and want to fuck them too. they're chronic drinkers, vapers, cheaters, fuckboys. what would get most students expelled, they do on a tuesday afternoon.

nct are mostly made up of foreigners right? watch them walk around the campus as rich international students, some are here on academic or athletic scholarships they don't need. everything they own is designer. playing the 'sorry my korean isn't so good, can you help me?' card, and what they want help with is you sucking their dick.

the korean members aren't any better. they're every single horrible stereotype you hear of korean hongdae fuckboys. will come up to you all sweet and pretty, but they're horrid.

cw for under the cut: they are toxic males

can literally imagine haechan vaping on the college campus, moaning in the back of the class obnoxiously, and pulling the thing where he jokingly asks for your number ALL THE TIME. going to college parties and getting wasted after 3 drinks idk 🤷 ,,, he'd be so whiny and teasing too. bc obviously he's a rude BITCH but he's so pretty and whiny and flirtatious. he's fucking everything in sight, absolute whore!! his body count is triple his age. he'd genuinely try to suck one of his friends' dick and claim it doesn't mean anything because he has clothes on !! 😔✋ he'd be stroking his dick while you're in the room, whimpering your name. the type to get on his knees and beg for any kind of attention from you..

mark lee starting off being a cute college boy canadian transfer but becomes the NOTORIOUS korean pastor's son fuckboy in like the span of 3 months. he'll act real nice, and that's because he is real nice. being super sweet and asking if you want to get coffee with him and study. and he's so good with his words you'll think that's all it is. but then of course, since he's so good with his words he'll have you blushing and giggling as he takes you back to his apartment and gets your clothes off. talking yapping so much you don't even realise what he has you doing, that you're just another girl he's pulled. he'll still be whispering when his face is in your pussy. telling you how easily you cum. "dang girl, wait a lil' can't you?" implying you're the whore,

YUTA yuta is the entire campus crush. the star football ⚽️ player and the rockstar vocalist in a band. has sex with all the groupies that come to his concerts. he's dragging people up on stage to shotgun them while the guitar break plays. absolute heartbreaker. would definitely kick the ball to your head so that when it hits you, he has to go over check if you're alright, take you up to the nurse and wait with you. he is such a liar, it genuinely hurts. lying all the time and making up words and stories left and right. but he smells like cherries and watery perfume !! he tastes like it too. you'll be coming to all his garage concerts just to see if you'll be the one he takes backstage to fuck after. he's like a god, half the time you don't even realise he's a student like the rest of you. he's just an angel sent to have fun and fuck or smth.

jaemin nah he's horrid. he'll cheat on you, and with his cute smile you'll forgive him instantly. 😔✋ he'll spend a little cash dress you in designer, make you cum until you faint, and tell you how beautiful and perfect you are for him. he will genuinely have you thinking those girls meant nothing to him, theyre just a way to vent his stress and you're the only one he loves. and then bro will say he can't stay the night, as he needs to wake up early for training. you agree, obviously. and he left for another girl's house to fuck her too. when you met him he smelled so sweet, and it was someone else's perfume. each of his girls swear they're his favourite of his, and one day he's planning fucking them all in the same room.

JOHNNY SUH? he would abuse the american transfer student status. he walks around without a shirt, soaking wet, and never get pulled up. he's rich too, got bands on his wrist and multiple cars. going on holidays overseas every chance he get and hosting parties every weekend. when you get drunk at one of them, almost falling off the balcony, someone will come up and help you to a chair. he'll take real good care of you, going above and beyond. so you can't let this guy leave when he's everything you've ever wanted. so you pull yourself onto him and ride him while the party rages on inside. make sure his dick feels so good he'll ask for your number. but you don't know that you're the fifth girl who's thrown herself at him that night.

taeyongie ^-^ he's the prettiest guy you've ever seen. bros too sweet and shy to be handing out with the rest of the neo WHORES. he's the leader of a lot of clubs but he mainly sits in cute little cafes. genuinely he seemed too adorable? to be considered the 'leader' of some horrific ahh fuckboys. until you check twitter and you see someone's reposted his MANY MULTIPLE HE HAS A LOT sex tapes. he's surrounded by ridiculously hot guys and girls, and they're passing him around like a joint, and he's begging to be humiliated. they're making him cum so much he crying. he's stronger than most of them but he's letting himself be thrown around like a doll. absolutely wrecked. looking in the camera with pretty black eyes and a slurred voice before someone shoves a cock back in this throat "am i pretty?" zhong chenle is the epitome of the chinese international student stereotype. he's almost never there, never takes off his sunglasses. he has several of those douyin type baddies trailing after him. "you have nice collarbones and pretty eyes, i like. what's your instagram?" he'll be talking with his friend renjun about what yacht he should buy during class. he can buy your affection simply because he's just that rich. will shove his black card down his pants and tell you there's only one way to get it. buys rolex watches so that he can have it on while he fingers you. dresses you in diamonds and he doesn't want to be paid back in cash. qian kun is there on an academic scholarship, but he doesn't need it. he's just that good, the school begs to have him attend. he's not a fuckboy in the conventional sense but he's just as nasty. he wants to have the perfect girl for him, to bring back to his family. he'll look for the most naive but academic girl he can. he's a manipulator. he's trying to mold you into what he wants. he'll replace your entire wardrobe with designer, but he picked out all the clothes. he'll plan cute dates for you every day, but it's to stop you from hanging out with your skanky friends. he'll buy you a new phone, but he's already added software tech to spy on you. in some essences, even though he's not a fuckboy, he's much worse than one.

jisung, like taeyong, looks so sweet. but he's NASTY. he'll seem too quiet to be hanging out with the rest of the dreamie WHORES. so you don't mind sitting next to him in your lecture. but he's just a mix of all of dream. he's good with his words like mark, and he'll have you agreeing to meet at his place EASY. he's too cute to refuse like haechan and jaemin. and then the renjun part hits, silent and sneaky, he'll be doing everything to make you think you're coming on to him. once he finally has you, he'll make a mess of you like a feral animal, the way you've heard jeno fucks. and you realise he's just like the rest of the dreamies, you shouldn't have thought otherwise. he might actually be worse than all of them.

tell me if u want me to make these like a full post or add more characters IM SO CRAZY DELULU RN SORRY xx !! 💋

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #mark lee smut #yuta nakamoto smut #jaemin smut #johnny suh smut #taeyong smut #chenle smut #kun smut

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Hiiii I'm the avenratio x reader requester a while back!! No worries I'm not here to make you hurry up on that but I did want to leave some more food for thought!! :3 But hmmmm AvenRatio who starts their toxic yaoi w you as their messenger/wingman LMAO so you've seen some and been through some shit cause of them HDHSHSHHS and then one day they get together and you're like my work here is done!!! And try to leave but you silly! Silly thing <333 you have been part of their dynamic since the very beginning isn't that why you were both helping them in the first place?

Tsk tsk tsk guess they'll just have to reteach their dumb stupid little human on what's correct or not <333 (yes imagine this w wolf ratio and fox aventurine or something and you're a normal human okay good day idk what my anon tag should be you decide)

im gonna change it up a little because i dont write for mlm so 😼 also reader is a bunny hybrid because ive been obsessed with this dynamic lately

CW; fem! reader, threesome, bunny hybrid reader, fox hybrid aventurine, wolf hybrid dr ratio, degradation, sex toy (dildo), double penetration (ass & vagina), throat fucking

wolf! dr ratio would be degrading you the whole time after he finds out that you think you could just run away after helping them! are you really that dumb or just pretending to not know?

“dumb little bunny, thinking she can just leave us whenever she likes.”

and fox! aventurine would be laugh teasingly at you as he shoves a dildo up your ass, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes when he turns up the vibration on the toy

wolf! dr ratio and fox! aventurine getting even more excited when they notice your fluffy tail twitching and your ears flopping down to the back of your head each them they play with the sensitive parts on your body

their animal instincts taking over when you promise to be good and listen to whatever they say, because you’re just too dumb to make any correct decisions for yourself! you just need two big men to make all your decisions for you, so you can turn off your brain when you’re with them! why think at all when they can do that for you?

“gotta teach you a lesson, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

fox! aventurine’s grip on your hair tightens as he fucks your mouth, your throat constricting around the tip of his dick, while wolf! dr ratio pounds into your pussy from behind, the dildo in your ass not helping the situation. you’re so full that all you can do is whine around aventurine’s dick as you clench around wolf! dr ratio :(

“c’mon, use your words.” knowing full well you’re already fucked dumb and delirious! they just wanna tease you 😵‍💫

#another short one #animal hybrids!!!!!#hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine smut #aventurine #aventurine x reader #dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio smut #🀥 lan’s writings!#☃︎ anons!

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this is rllyyyyy short i'm so sorry but i needed to get smth out!!!

hate fuckin,toxic relationship,plug!connie being a brat tamer CONNIE IS A RECORDER!!!! I STAND BY THIS 🙈🙈

"yo,she fucked yo' shit up good fool!" eren barked a laugh,inspecting the bruises & blemishes littering connie's cheekbone with a hand holding his chin in place. he turned his head rather aggressively to the left,leaning in uncomfortably close to comment on the yellow mark forming just under connie's eye. "shit,shawty got a mean right hook."

the majority of the men crowding the couch had little to no reaction to him showing up to yet another party looking beat,seeing as this had become a usual occurrence. as well as connie,who simply gave an airy chuckle to eren's words,turning to gaze at you dancing in a circle of your friend. you looked incredible,all smooth,carob skin and curves that made you look like you could burst out of the seams of the little pink number you were adorning.

the two of you had gotten into a nasty fight the previous night over you suspecting connie had been cheating with a girl from college.

the thing is,it wasn't cheating. you decided to call it quits around a month before,although still consistently fucking and going about things the way a 'couple' would,whatever being a 'couple' was to the both of you.

you turned up to his house out of the blue,only noticing a certain name consistently pop up on his phone while rocking into his pelvis against the sticky leather of his couch.

his head was thrown back against the headrest,panting as he babbled on about 'this the best pussy i ever been in'. meaning,he didn't notice your quick moves to snatch his phone up from the armrest,continuing your bouncing against him as you scrolled through the previous messages with 'lehlani'.

just as he felt he was about to cum,the hard screen of his phone collided with his cheekbone,hence the blooming bruise underneath his lash line.

'who the fuck lehlani? the way she all up in yo' phone y'all must be fuckin'!' you had yelled,his dick still left twitching inside you as you hit at his chest with the flat side of your balled fists.

the confrontation broke out into a screaming match,various items being thrown and things being broken as your anger continued to rise.

but that was yesterday. now,you were grinding softly against connie's lap,his arm wrapped loosely around your waist as his tongue slipped softly against yours' in a wet,very public kiss.

neither of your colliding friend groups could understand your dynamic,but they had come to not ask questions once the two of you began sucking face after yet another argument.

"you wanna take me home?" you tried,fists balling the material of his t shirt as you cocked your head at him,lips pulling into a devilish smirk.

he simply grinned against your lips in response,hands gripping and squeezing the swell of your ass.

he was rutting into you like an animal,having you arched against the counter as he dicked you down in his kitchen,the flashing red light of a recording camera and the reflective light of the moon pouring in from the window being the only thing lighting you.

"shit,pa—" you wailed,knuckles turning white with the strong grip you had against the edge of the marble top. "'s too much!"

he grunted,giving you a hard slap on the ass,"shut the fuck up,you pissin' me off wit that lil' girl shit.."

"asshole!" you turned,giving him a sour look over your shoulder to which he responded with a particularly hard thrust,sending you flying forward,chest pressed to the counter to steady yourself.

he chuckled almost darkly,dropping his head to watch in awe at the way you sucked him in,parting your cheeks with his thumb to get a better look.

"stop starin',freak.." you tried to make your voice come out as steady as possible,but stumbled over the last word,your voice ending a pitch higher than it was supposed to.

"you wan' me to pull out?" he cocked his head,retracting only slightly to watch you squirm and force yourself back onto him. "yea,that's what i thought,lil' bitch."

"keep callin' me a bitch you gon' lose your pussy privileges!" you laughed dryly through your pants against the now sticky counter top.

"we fuckin' an' you still findin' ways to argue wit' me.. shit you obsessed."

you were about to clap back when he sped up his pace,leaning backward with two hands gripping your hips to angle his cock head right against your gummy walls,grunting at the way you shut up.

#attack on titan #plug!connie #plug!connie smut #connie springer #plug!eren #𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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poison

summary: ony was a known player. women have practically threw themselves at him in hopes that they’d be the one to make him “change”, but they never succeed. he finally met his match when he started messing with you…

cw: toxic!reader, toxic!ony, smoking, smut

word count: 3.6k

onyankopon wasn’t the type of man to chase. he wasn’t the man that would go above and beyond or make a woman feel like she could never be replaced. ony believed women were for the moment, having nothing to them that made him yearn for more. he’d be with a women one night and be moved on and ready for another women victim the next.

“man how you just gon block keisha like that? she bad as hell” connie said as he and ony rolled up on his couch. the darkskin male just laughed, shaking his head as he closed out her instagram profile and began looking through the hundreds of other women in his dms. “i already fucked, and it was like every other pussy i put my dick in. she pretty tho” connie shook his head in disappointment as he continued to crush up the weed between his fingers.

ony had no problem settling down, or so he said, but he just doesn’t think the women he’s been with were the right ones. leaving each of their houses without so much as a “goodbye” before deleting them from his phone and from his life completely. “don’t shake your head at me nigga. you be doing it too” ony laughed as he watched his friend place his hand on his heart. a shocked expression on his face as he played offended by the accusation. “it’s not the same and you know it. i at least talk to em from time t’time. you delete em and have em going crazy over you” all ony did was shrug his shoulders, continuing to roll up his blunt without trying to defend himself.

“lemme just take you out t’dinner then. m’tryna get t’know you ma” the brunette said as you sat in the passenger seat of his his hellcat. you were only here for some free weed, using your beauty to your advantage as you batted your lashes and bounced your tiddies while laughing at every terrible joke this man tried to crack. “can i think about it? ima very busy girl” your sultry voice made eren’s palms sweat as he handed you the baggy full of weed. you had this man whipped and he hasn’t even ever fucked you. “alright mama jus lemme know, and i put a lil extra in there f’you. witcho fine ass” he mumbled his last sentence as he watched your ass move in your shorts while getting out the car. you turned around slowly, kissing your hand before blowing it to him. your sparkly clear lipgloss making your lips pop as you gave eren a cute smile.

as soon as he drove off your act dropped. an annoyed look quickly fell on your face as you rolled your eyes. “corny ass nigga” you mumbled as you made your way into your house. these men where too easy when it came to you. always gravitating towards your pretty face and how you carried yourself like a “good girl”. you were nice to everybody, and everybody was nice to you. when you would find yourself messing with a guy, it was never for long. as soon as you got what you needed there was always an excuse on the tip of your tongue.

“m’going through a lot right now”

“i gotta focus on my classes more”

“i need time to heal from my past”

it was honestly the easiest thing in the world. and since you were so nice these niggas had no choice but to put respect on your name no matter what.

you quickly made your way to your room, turning on your led lights to purple as you got out your tray, papers, grinder, and your freshly “bought” bag of weed. “let’s get this shit started” you said as you turned on your tv.

as ony looked through his phone he noticed a freshly posted story from your account. he thought nothing of it as he clicked it. eyes widening at the sight of your other stories throughout the day. there was picture after picture of your beautiful body in a sundress. posing with a hand on your knee as you bent over slightly in the mirror. the next photo was you in a tube top and mini skirt. your big brown eyes looking away from the camera with a finger on your lip as if you were thinking. “jesus” ony mumbled. why hasn’t he ever seen you before?

connie leaned over and looked the the picture. “oh that’s y/n. she fine as hell ain’t she? been tryna get on that for months” his best friend said before taking a hit from his blunt. ony was intrigued. you were one of the sexiest girls he’s ever seen. “why ian ever seen her?” he mumbled as he continued to go through your stories. “that’s ‘cause she a good girl. she don’t party, don’t be fighting bitches over dick, nun of that. she be in her books and chilling” connie’s words brought excitement to ony’s body as he looked at your latest post.

you were in your bed with ed, edd, and eddy playing on your tv. your beautiful brown legs crossed, nails and feet looking freshly done as you held a fat blunt in between your fingers. ‘in my own little world’ the story captioned with poison by brent faiyaz playing softly in the background. ony’s fingers moved before he could think, swiping up on the post before typing you a quick message.

a ding from your phone brought your attention away from your cartoons. ‘must be eren’ you thought as you took a deep sigh before opening your phone. you were right, but there was another message after his.

onyahead replied to your story: let me join that lil world

you have heard plenty about onyankopon. the 90s fine dark skin that had a thing for breaking girls hearts. never seen with a girl, but constantly in the middle of drama when women are at each others throats over a man. he was no good. a liar, a sweet talker, and most of all… a player. but still you replied.

prettybrowny/n: i’d rather not have a mob of girls coming to burn my shit down.

you threw your phone to the side, giggling to yourself as you continued to watch your shows. less than ten minutes later, you heard another ding from your phone.

onyahead: don’t be like that ma. i’m just tryna smoke

what? did he think you were dumb or something? this man was clearly not “just tryna smoke” and that was obvious. it was nearly one in the morning. but still you replied.

prettybrowny/n: send your # and i’ll drop my lo

you weren’t like these other women he’s been with. you didn’t want the same things from him as they wanted. it was late and you were bored. eren gave you so much weed that it wouldn’t hurt to share, and at the end of the day onyankopon was nothing more to you than a man. a very fine, well known man, but still just a man. and at the end of the night you still expected to see him as such.

a smile graced ony’s face as he rose from connie’s couch. he quickly grabbed his hoodie before making his was towards the door. “where you goin? i just rolled two more” connie said. ony looked back at him, a sly smirk adorning his features as he twisted the doorknob. “finna go fuck on the good girl.” all that was heard from connie were loud gasps before ony left the house, putting your address in his gps as he approached his black srt challenger.

‘know you ride it right. i might jus die tonight’

‘but you know i’m still coming through baby’

you changed the lights in your room to red as you waited for him to arrive. rolling up two more fat blunts as you hummed along to your favorite song.

‘i know it's bad for me. and you know it tastes so sweet.’

‘i think i need your abuse baby’

ony was happy to see that you only lived ten minutes from connie. checking himself in his mirror before exiting his car and making his way to your front door. after he knocked on the door he saw a glimpse of your beautiful figure through the window. cami top on without a bra, booty shorts so tight he was almost certain he’d see some of your ass spilling out if you turned around, and your pretty gold anklet shining as you walked towards the door.

you looked up at him with your big brown eyes. your clear glasses reflecting your porch light as you spoke. “hi” you said quietly before moving to the side so he could enter. you closed the door behind him before leading him deeper into the house. “where we smoking at” ony’s deep voice made your stomach flip as you swayed your hips as you walked, already knowing he was looking at your ass. “my room”

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it ,yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

“welcome to my lil world” your pretty voice caressed his ears as he walked towards your bed. he thanked the lord he wore sweats as he laid down on his back. waistband hanging low on his hips, happy trial showing as he put his hands behind his head. his hood was up, covering his grey durag. your eyes traveled up and down his body, repeatedly stopping at his waistband. this man wasn’t wearing boxers. “you gon stare or you gon smoke me out?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you slowly sit in the middle of the bed before picking up the blunt.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

ony moved closer to you laying down almost right next to you as he watched you put the blunt to your lips. “i rolled you your own ‘cause i got lipgloss on” you gave him a confused look at the chuckle he gave you. “what?” ony gave you a small smirk, your stomach doing flips as you noticed the gold grills adorning his pearly white teeth. “ion care bout that. we can share. make it last longer” you gave him a small nod before trying to start up your lighter. ‘why you gotta break now’ you thought as you repeatedly flicked the lighter just for nothing to come out. another chuckle rumbled from his chest before ony dug in his pocket for his lighter. his big tattooed hand made its way towards your face before he held the fire on the end of your blunt. “gotchu ma” he mumbled as he watched the smoke begin to rise into the air.

you took the first hit, letting the calming drug run all through your system. ony watched tv as you smoked, paying you no mind as he waited for you to rotate to him. you did the same after passing him the blunt, shifting your body towards the screen as you sat on your knees. ony took this as the time to ogle you. like he thought, your ass was spilling from the bottom of your shorts. what he wasn’t expecting was the pretty dermal piercings on your lower back. the diamonds twinkling at him as if they were begging for him to rub his thumbs along them. “how long you had these?” he mumbled to you, making you turned around before following his gaze. “oh. ehhh about a year now” you said before turning back towards the tv.

ony leaned up, sitting next to you as he continued to shamelessly stare at the front of your body now. perky brown breasts, pudgy little stomach, thick thighs, and a pretty face. you were his poison.

‘angel of the night. down between your thighs’

‘i’m still here. ain’t no excuse baby’

you felt him stare at you, but kept facing forward. fighting back the urge to shy away from his gaze as you fidgeted with your fingers. this man was something else. it was like he wanted you to eat you, but you wanted to stay strong. ‘i’m not like them. i’m smarter’ you thought to yourself as you took a deep breath and turned towards him. “you chieffing it nigga” you giggled as you went to grab the blunt from him, but ony moved his hand away. putting it in his other hand which on the other side of his body. “gotta come get it if you want it mama. ion do hand outs”

his voice brought a certain tingle in your nether regions, making you have to take a deep breath before doing what you where about to do. you reached across his body, purposely putting an arch in your back as you slowly looked him in the eye while plucking the blunt from his fingers. the two of you stayed still for a while, looking into each others eyes.

‘i see you in my sleep. i'm scarred beyond belief’

‘ain’t nothing you can't make me do, baby’

ony was the first to move, sliding his free hand down your back before letting it slowly smooth down your ass. the dark skin and ink of his hands contrasting with the light pink fabric of your shorts. “so pretty” he mumbled, loving the way you shied away from his gaze at the compliment. he was breaking you down, but you were doing the same to him. heart beating rapidly in his chest as ony looked at your beautiful breasts peaking at him from your top.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

you followed his eyes down to your top before slowly moving off of him. blunt now in your mouth as you inhaled deeply. ony watched you, brown eyes never moving from your face as he let you blow smoke on his. you admired him some more, feeling a your breath hitch as you noticed the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. ony saw you staring, smirking as he thought it’d be nice to tease you. “you want it baby?” you mindlessly nod your head, the effects of the weed starting to get to you as you quickly covered your mouth and began shaking your head “n-no”.

“s’okay mama. i wanna give it t’you. can i?” this man is good. you know he has no intention of keeping in contact with you after tonight, keeping his voice soft to bend you to his will as he used faux kindness. if you were any other girl you would’ve fell for it immediately. but if you weren’t then why were you letting him move your stuff from your mattress to your bedside table? and why were you letting him lay you down on your back? big inked hands making quick work of removing your shorts, before ony smiled down at your pretty pussy.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now…than your poison baby’

ony quickly removed his hoodie and shirt before setting between your thighs. his brown eyes looked up at your for the “okay” to begin and you let him in a heartbeat. you don’t think you’ve ever gotten better head in your life. ony was skilled with his tongue, running it all over your pussy sloppily before he sucked softly on your clit. he repeated the motion over and over again, getting rougher and rougher with you until your back was arching from the bed. your hand flew to his head, holding him there as you began to grind on his face. ony seen no problem with this, wanting you to get as much pleasure as you wanted right now. “m’gonna cum ony. fuck m’gonna make a mess”

ony looked up at you before snaking his hands up your body. he lifted your shirt to free your pretty breasts before squeezing them in each of his hands. “gon head. make a mess on daddy face” your body didn’t stand a chance against him. a loud whine was released from your lips as you came all over ony’s face, wetting his mustache and anchor beard. “good girl” his praises went straight to your core, making your arousal build up again as he slowly pulled down his sweats until his dick sprang free. now you could understand why women would fight and throw themselves at this man. he was very well equipped. a thick vein running up the underside of his dick as his bounced up and down before you. he was not only long, but incredibly thick, making you wince as he began to line himself up with your entrance.

‘girl you know i play my role when i’m inside that’

ony noticed the worry in your eyes. “relax babygirl. i would never hurt you” he say lowly, letting you grip his hand as tight as you needed while he sunk deep into your walls. he gave you time to adjust, keeping your fingers intertwined as he began slowly stroking you. “how it feel ma? does it hurt” his soft voice made you want to melt into the sheets, eyes already rolling back as you felt his dick kiss all the right places inside of you. ony noticed your lack of reply, chuckling as he watched how fucked out you already were. he continued to talk you through your daze, only stopping to give you light kisses on your neck.

“feel so good mama”

“takin me like a good girl”

“you like bein my good girl don’t you?”

the praised just kept on coming and before you knew it, his large inked hand was wrapped around your throat while ony began to pound you into the mattress. the sudden change in pace made your legs shake at he began to hit you so deep you were seeing stars. “how it feel baby?”

‘with my hands around your throat. i know you like that’

ony felt your release coming, the tightness of you walls making him have to close his eyes as he continued fucking into you. “s-so good daddy. feels so g-good” your moans were music to his ears as he started quickly rubbing his thumb all over your clit. “then make a mess f’me. show me how good daddy make you feel” you listened to him instantly, your release quickly rushing out of you and all over the both of your stomachs as ony fucked you through your orgasm. “good girl mama”

‘girl i’ll do anything’

before you knew it, ony had flipped you onto your stomach. strong hands lifting you up by your waist before he sunk back into you again. “it’s my turn now ‘kay?” your eyes widened in shock at his words.

‘you mean to tell me that whole time everything was just for me? this man is a problem.’

you thought as you felt ony begin to roughly fuck you into the mattress. both inked hands, pushing your back down as he began to angle his hips downward to keep hitting your favorite spots.

“you feel it mama? feel daddy in your tummy?” ony groaned as he felt you clench at his words. he left kissing along the back of your neck before he pulled you up slightly by your hair. “say my name baby” spit dripped from your mouth to the sheets as you listened to the filthy words that came out of ony’s mouth. “say who fucking this pussy so good”. the way he was fucking you, you were glad to say his name. replying to the best of your ability as you felt him kiss your g spot. “onyyyy. o-on-yyyy fucking this pussy so g-good. feel so good daddy” you screamed as you felt ony’s dick kiss your cervix. “that’s right mama. now cum with me. wet my dick while daddy fills this pussy up.”

‘to hear you scream my name. i love your game’

‘i do…..i do’

the two of you came together. your release tricking down your thighs as ony gave you three more strokes before stilling inside you, filling you with his hot cum. he let you catch your breath before slowly pulling out and laying on his back. his strong arms lifting you onto his chest before he said something he never imagined he’d say in his life. “do you want me to spend the night with you?”

‘girl you do damage to me’

when ony woke up he was met with an empty bed, the sound of the shower running signaling to him it was time to go. he made quick work of getting dressed and before he knew it he was out the door, walking tiredly to his car. as he pulled off he contemplating blocking you. your pussy was one he’s never had before. your moans were like music, and your beauty was unmatched. but still he felt like he needed to block you. so with that being said he pulled out his phone, searching your account on instagram so he can do what needed to be done, but his jaw dropped at the realization that your account was nowhere to be found. while he was asleep you room you made the executive decision of blocking him before he even got the chance to block you. ony smiled at your cleverness, but you were “not clever enough mama”

‘but i love it babe’

as you got out of the shower, you heard the sound of your phone dinging. ‘must be eren’ you thought before picking up the device. it wasn’t eren this time…your jaw dropped as you looked at the name on your phone.

snapchat: onyaheaddd sent a chat!

ony💯: i’ll be back over tonight. i forgot my hoodie.

‘oh you’re poisonous baby’

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot smut #aot onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black!reader #aot onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon smut #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n

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cottonconnielvr · 10 months

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can you write one when its like, reader x plug!connie where they like toxic off and on, but he still spoils her and all that because they in love fr. he's like a real jealous type and is lowkey overprotective. but they always together and spend alot of time with eachother

No matter what you were always gonna be Connie’s.

No matter how many times you guys “broke up” you still belonged to him and everyone knew.

It was hard to strive as a now “single” woman. All of your old hoes were wiped off the face of the earth somehow (thanks to Connie). Any new guy that has the potential of being just a one night stand was scared away by a pair of emotionless eyes that stared you down from across the club.

Every night out with your girlfriends was ruined, any attempt to hook up with someone. ruined

Connie was everywhere you were. You blocked him on every social media, but he still created more accounts just watching your page. He also had eyes on you everywhere. You’d often see some of his most trusted guys at the mall, updating him on your safety.

His friends are so faithful to him it’s frustrating. Your bestfriends were his bestfriends, due to the fact that you were always around you all just became so close!

But when you have a girls night out with Mikasa and Sasha they are always cockblocking for connie.

“That guy was a dick Y/N”

“I dunno maybe you should just get back with Con”

Everyone around you did nothing but encourage you to get back with him, even your parents!

They love having him around and he’s excellent help in the kitchen!

Connie is fairly toxic but you won’t really notice until you think about it.

He’s got himself so involved in your life and everything you do, people can’t help but ask about him! And that was what he intended to do.

There was no possible way you could forget him, he was everywhere. You broke up with Connie but Connie didn’t break up with you.

You lasted 35 days and 45 minutes before getting back with Connie. Ever since you “broke up” with Connie, you’ve been focusing on a clothing line you’ve been wanting to release. You gave up on trying to go out and find simple one night stands. You were fairly sex deprived but didn’t give in. Nothing a vibrator couldn’t fix.

You were over men and their stupid ass inconsiderate ass feelings. Connie didn’t stop taking care of you though. You’d get random paypals and cash apps from Armin or Eren. $850 - FOR from Connie :)

You still were extremely grateful though. This particular night you decided to go to a party Ony was throwing. You were going out for yourself tonight, plus you haven’t popped out in a while gotta keep these bitches hatin

You walked through the entrance of the house, “Way 2 Sexy” blasting through the speakers.

“Heyy sexyy” Sasha drags out as she wraps her arm around you, holding a cup in her hand. You hug her back with a smile on your face, ready to get wasted.

After many mixed drinks and a blunts worth inside of you. You stumbled to a bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You lip synced to the song that was playing from downstairs, checking yourself out in the mirror. Your eyes were red and low, all your movements sloppy.

As you re-applied your lip gloss, a deep voice spoke out to you.

“You’re avoiding me” You jumped at the sudden voice, thinking you were in the bathroom alone. You looked back in the corner of the bathroom, seeing Connie lean on the wall. He looked good as always.

“Connie just go” You mumbled in irritation, not wanting to give into the man in your drunken state.

“What did I tell you about watching your surroundings mama, hmm?” Connie stepped closer to you, “Didn’t even notice me following you. How are you supposed to stay safe princess” Connie fake pouted at you, looking down at you with pity. You could reject him all you want but your face told it all, you missed him so much.

“Sshut upp” You slurred, attempting to walk around him and out of the door.

“Talk to me” Connie’s hand gripped your waist, pulling you back in-front of him. “There’s nothing to talk about, we areee overrrr” Your own eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t cry mami,” Connie cupped your chin, making you look up at him, “Just take me back. I promise I won’t fuck up anymore. I swear i’m going crazy without you, I can’t stop thinking about you. Just please come back home with me” Connie rushed out, the tattooed drug dealer fought the urge to cry. You’ve been ignoring him like crazy. A part of him felt like you were really done with him and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Okay Connie, I will” You nodded, letting your emotional state take over. Your arms wrapped around Connie, just wanting to feel him. “I’m gonna go home with you”

The next day you were sitting on Connie’s lap at Eren’s house. You sat pressing sticky kisses up and down Connie’s neck while he counted a few bands, a joint resting in his mouth.

Eren rolled his eyes as he walked pass you two on the couch. As annoying as it was, everything felt back normal again. You were right where you were supposed to be, with connie <3

thinking about toxic!yandere!friend group now but in a platonic way

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kintojii · 8 months

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❛ FAVORITE GIRL ❜ — toji fushiguro

warning. mdni, cheating, mature language, mild sexual scenes, toxic! toji, stripper! reader. toji is a married man fucking with a stripper

author’s note. hi it’s been a long time :(

toji fushiguro is not a good man. toji will never settle for one woman. he's toxic. he is not loyal. he doesn't spend his friday night inside his office signing paper works like he tells his wife. no, you'll see him in the club watching his favorite girl circle around the pole in the littlest clothing a woman can wear. he'll let those filthy men watch her dance so lustfully not knowing that she only dances for him. she only looks at him. after all, for toji, she's one special stripper.

this has been a routine for toji ever since one of his friends took him to this strip club. every friday. ever since the night that he step foot in the room, it's only ever been you who got his dick all hard. he let's you dance in front of everyone for a few minutes but after his fifth shot, you're all his.

"what'd you tell your wife this time? dinner with the guys? or is it the good old 'i'm at my office' excuse"

a egoistic smirk forms on his lips, "ya jealous, doll?" he utters, "who's the one fuckin' ridin' me right now though? the fuck ya gotta be jealous of?"

"m' not, asshole."

he watches you carefully as you grind on his crotch so desperately like a sex deprived woman. "miss me?" he as he grips the sides of your waist. you would lie if you said no, you miss him. so badly. after all this is what you've been waiting for all week.

if it weren't for toji, you woulda quit working in this shitty club.

"how many men ya had this week?" you feel his bulge grow under you as his eyes never leaves your figure, "none" you proudly say, you know it makes him happy, "i rejected every one of them, toji." smirking, “none of them can replace you. no one fucks me better than you, toji.”

he grins. his fucking good girl. you deserve all of him. he starts to lick the side of your neck making you moan lightly at the sudden action, “should i divorce her? hmm — you probably would want that.” he bites the part of your bra that was covering your right boob, he starts to lick your mound for a few seconds only to suck it afterwards while bringing left hands to message your other boob.

toji never fails to mark your body every time he haves it. to him, you’re really a ride-or-die chick, he doesn’t even know what that really means but he won’t stop fucking you anytime soon. even when his wife is starting to suspect him. he couldn’t careless. this is not punishment for him. you’re heaven.

“mhm — toj …”

“ya love this, do you not? you love having an old married man lust over ya.”

you’re so bad. you will never learn your lesson. of course you know that he won’t actually break up with his wife for you. not for a stripper. that’s ridiculous for toji. you belong to toji but toji will never belong to you. every session with him is all you can get.

toji always leaves a generous tip for you, surprisingly this time he leaves a note as well.

‘suck my dick next time, kay? then for reward, you can ride my face till your dripping cum. i’ll see u next week, after all being with u is my favorite time of the week <3’

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kneelingshadowsalome · 7 months

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This for another poly au but with F!reader with TWO KÖNIG'S (I don't know how but I don't even care because omfg @gremlingottoosilly , I'm sorry, what?!?! You can't just drop this into the comments and leave???

Because now I have thoughts:

How many days would it take before these two killed each other? Like imagine them arguing in the kitchen in frustrated German, you only just woke up and these two are already at each other's throats

How would reader ever survive their dicks bullying? If there was even one yandere/obsessive/possessive/toxic König in this scenario (I'm guessing the cocky young recruit who's secretly unsure of himself), reader would find herself in a good cop bad cop situation with these two

Good cop tired colonel König pets her hair and shushes and coos at her after bad cop yandere rookie König made her cry and then left the scene to blow some steam. Comes back and tries to rip her from his arms and is like "She's mine" and the older (dadbod) colonel is like "She's not your plaything" and "You need to behave"

And omg reader would be a MESS, praying for these two to be gentle with her. She'd be in such a predicament with these needy men. "Guys, no anal… Please 🥺👉👈" because she can't possibly take two at the same time. Nu-uh, nope, never.

The only pros of this situation would be that one of them would perhaps stay at home while the other goes to work to get money to take care of their pet? Perhaps colonel is retiring early or something? If they switch between who's working, I'm feeling so so sorry for reader when tired colonel König goes to work and has to leave her alone with our knife-collecting, hormone-driven, touch-starved, lustful recruit König who knows the importance of aftercare but is really, really cumbersome and needy to be around… Not to talk of the dirty laugh, the "Now I have you all to myself" and the vile grin that follows when the door closes after tired colonel who just cast a last worried look to our poor reader

#my brain is itching #I want to write this so bad #but I know I don't have the time rn #would someone please write this #anyone everyone #write a million fics of this #tw: dark content

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russic · 1 year

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A Taste of You: The Attack on Titan Edition

Warning: 18+ Below Cut - Twitter Links Included

Can I ask you a question?

With the return of Attack on Titan, did you notice that the men hit different? Yeah, me too. Just imagine getting a taste of these guys in the bedroom:

Eren Jeager

1. Swallow; don’t spit.

If there is one rule that Eren had to require in the bedroom, it would be no spitting. You’re only swallowing when it comes to Eren Jeager’s cum.

When you attended Jean’s small get-together, you never imagined yourself at the mercy of Eren Jeager on Jean’s bed. What began as light flirting quickly turned dirty; so dirty that your styled hair was deeply entangled in Eren’s large fingers as he guided your willing mouth to fulfill his pleasure.

“You’re such a good little cock sucker.”

Eren praised you as he trapped himself in a trance looking into your big eyes. He could fall in love with your wild gaze that refused to leave his own as your throat closed around him tighter and tighter.

Starting to witness your delicate face turning red, Eren, unfortunately, pulled your mouth away from his pulsing cock. He was mesmerized by the line of saliva that connected your tongue to the part of his body that already missed the warmth of your throat.

Leaning down to your ear, Eren gripped your hair tighter pulling you close. When his soft lips touched the tip of your ear, you fought to beg him for more. Instead, you gasped for air missing the desperate way your body succumbed to his every need.

“To think the throat of such an innocent woman is this good. I had to pull you off before I busted in your little mouth.”

Eren nearly gasped when he heard a soft whimper escape your mouth saying, “please.”

“Please?” He repeated.

Locking your eyes together, your orbs held a pleading look as you begged the long-haired man with the little amount of air you managed to capture in your lungs.

“Please, I want to swallow your cum, ‘Ren. I need to taste you.”

Knowing he had finally had you hooked, Eren satisfyingly responded, “As you wish, baby.”

Nearly two minutes flew by as you savored Eren’s cock attempting to make the toxic man blow a huge load into your mouth. As Eren proceeded to move you head back and forth on his dick; you continued to suck deeper and deeper.

As a single tear began to escape from your eye, Eren’s legs began to twitch. Adjusting his tough grip on the back of your head, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat feeling you begin to gag. Quickly, you felt him spill a load of his thick and sticky cum into your throat.

You swallowed.

Once.

Twice.

You gasped the third time as a few drops of cum escaped your mouth. Eren watched as the drops danged from your full lips and dropped onto Jean’s dark comforter. Chuckling, Eren forcefully pulled your face up to his own.

“Swallow, don’t spit.”

“Sorry, baby. I’ll do better next time.”

“Oh, I know you will. Open up, baby. Show me how much you want to be my little whore. Try again.”

2. Doggy Style

Eren loves being deep inside of your body. The deepest position to hit your cervix is doggy style. He won’t hesitate to throw your body on its knees and make his hips connect with your plump cheeks because the position has grown to become his guilty pleasure.

If there was one position Eren would call his favorite, it would be seeing your body flipped over waiting on your hands and knees to be fucked anywhere Eren will chose.

Tonight, Eren knew that he wanted to feel your pussy clench around him as he drilled inside of your cunt; pushing you closer and closer to your final goal: your fifth orgasm of the night.

As the bed shook violently beneath your sweaty bodies, Eren couldn’t help but watch as his veiny hands grabbed onto your hips as he repeatedly slammed your ass back onto his pelvis. Beneath your cries of pleasure, he could hear the clap of your skin hitting together; music to his own ears. According to the selfish titan shifter, nothing sounded better than the joining of your bodies.

You gasped over and over again as your cunt contracted several times around his cum-covered cock giving Eren what he calls, “the greatest feeling of his life.”

“Please, ‘Ren; harder; deeper.” You pathetically begged as if you had a choice of what the man above you would be doing to your submissive body. Each time you had sex, Eren already determined how he was going to wreck your body, but tonight he pushed over the edge; you asked to be torn apart.

Growling, Eren’s arm reached up. He wrapped his right hand around your throat from behind. As the circulation to your throat was cut off, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. When you began desperately gasping for air, Eren pounded into your cunt the deepest he has ever been inside of your pussy.

“You asked for this, you little slut. You asked to have this pussy fucked; didn’t you?” Eren demanded an answer. However, no words escaped your drooling mouth; nothing could. The pleasure Eren forced your body to withstand overdrew every thought in your head. You could hear nothing; only feel the throbbing of his cock against your gushing walls.

Suddenly Eren stopped his vicious assault on your cunt. Trying to find the words to plead him to continue, you looked back as he gripped onto your neck harder.

“Answer me.”

Gulping, you managed to speak a quiet, “Yes, baby.”

Armin Arlert

1. Eye Contact

Armin Arlert is known to be the sweetest man on the face of the globe. Time after time Armin praises your features declaring you, “the most beautiful woman on Earth.” One of your greatest features is your eyes. Thats why when Armin hovers over your body giving you the ultimate amount of pleasure, he enjoys seeing how he’s breaking and pushing against your walls.

Hovering above your shaking figure, Armin cannot help but study your body as he thrust in and out of your hungry pussy. The way your breast bounce each time his cock reaches your cervix and the way legs shake from overstimulation always drives him wild.

Stopping his thrust, your eyes open wide. Lightly, you pout as you miss the feeling of Armin’s cock pushing its way inside of your cunt. Noticing your disappointed reaction, Armin chooses to take a moment to lift his hand to your face. Slowly, his thumb traces the outline of your plump lips as his stare doesn’t drift away from your eyes. Leaning down to your ear delicately touching his soft lips to your lobe, Armin smiles and whispers, “You’re such a pretty angel, but even angels are sinners.”

Pulling out, Armin harshly trusts back inside of your pussy causing your head to throw back from the sheer pleasure you adored too much. Stopping again, you lifted your head to make eye-contact with the teasing blonde yet again.

“Please, don’t stop.” You begged, acknowledging you were too close to an intense orgasm to endure Armin’s cruel teasing episodes.

The blonde chuckled before muttering, “Then don’t let your eyes leave mine.”

2. Lingerie

To Armin, there is nothing more beautiful than your body adorned in the finest lace and silk that only his eyes are permitted to see. As soon as Armin sees you wrapped in some gorgeous lingerie, he can’t help but fuck you in it.

Seeing your lovely figure wrapped in an adorable pink and black lingerie set was one image Armin could never forget. The way the colored lace adorned on your delicate skin until it ended was nothing short of the phrase “remarkable.”

Leaning down to your plump lips, he loved the way your soft skin felt against his own. He adored the feeling of his member pressed against your wet thong teasing you. Lovingly, Armin’s slender fingers danced across your skin praising each cell he touched. Armin wanted to make you aware of your beauty, thus, he whispered something he considered vital; a key phrase you wanted to keep hearing every day of your life:

“You’re the most beautiful woman on Earth,” the mesmerized blonde spoke.

Looking into his deep blue eyes, Armin smashed your lips together and trailed his hand slowly down past your bellybutton.

Moaning against his soft lips, you gasped at the way Armin’s fingers lightly danced across your cunt perfectly. Just from your intimate sessions, you knew Armin was meant to be near you, inside of you, and beside you, forever.

Looking down, Armin tore his eyes away from yours to memorize your body’s twists and curves as the small sheer fabric still adorned your body. And though he craved to see the skin lying underneath, he remained perfectly content by staring at your body because he knew you were the most gorgeous woman in the world.

“Armin, baby.” You called softly. Your fiancé looked up at you and smiled.

“Yes, baby.”

“Wreck me; fuck me full of you.”

Your naughty command had Armin grinning ear-to-ear. Taking a handful of your pink panties and hovering your awaiting lips above his own, Armin answered, “You got it, baby.”

Immediately, you felt the fabric tear in two pieces. Staring down at your pelvis, you saw your underwear was shredded. Armin softly pulled away the undergarment from your body as he adjusts his position above you.

“Ready, baby?”

Jean Kirstein

1. Eating Pussy

Jean is such a selfless man; he’s always thinking of your needs first. Thus, whenever you’re ready to be taken to the bedroom, Jean’s first immediate thought is imaging himself burying his tongue deep within your pussy as you moan his name out of pure pleasure.

From your lips escaped a soft moan that caused Jean to look up from his position. Maintaining intense eye contact with you at the bottom of the bed, Jean cockily smirked into your wet cunt. The brown-haired sex addict managed to separate his cum-coated lips from your cunt to tease you.

“Such a pretty pussy baby. God, I’ve been craving a taste.” Jean muttered watching your face twist in pleasure as he slowly slides his fingers up and down your cunt spreading your pussy lips to see the inside of what he adores calling, “his.”

Spreading your legs as far as you could, you harshly knit your fingers into his brown hair. Teasingly, he slides his hands under your ass and begins to caress the inside of your thigh with his tongue. Slowly, for what felt like an entire year, he kissed his way towards your core until you could feel his warn breath on your pussy again.

“Please, baby.” You breathlessly begged for him to continue.

“Say it again, baby. Beg, you sound so fucking good when you cry like a baby.” Jean teased.

“Please, eat my pussy, Jean. Please.” You begged relentlessly.

Smiling like a kid of Christmas morning, Jean leaned down and allowed his tongue to caress your pussy, your clit, and your outer lips drawing from the wetness that desperately continued to leak out of you.

At his stimulation, you felt as if you had no power. Jean’s tongue was too talented for its own good. You were controlled by it’s sheer movement.

Up and down; round and round, slow and fast, as he french-kissed the place you needed him the most. He went faster, increasing his passion and even adding a finger pumping it in and out of your desperate body. He went faster and harder adding to the suspension until your cunt couldn’t control itself any longer. Clamping down on his long fingers, your legs began to shake from his tongue caressing your puffy clit.

Immediately feeling your release, Jean pulled away from your cunt smiling with your juices dripping down his chin.

“You taste so good, baby girl; time for the main event.”

2. Ride ‘um Cowgirl

Jean loves seeing your sex-craved eyes as you’re bouncing up and down on his dick desperately chasing your release. Just attempting to switch his gaze between your determined eyes, bouncing tits, and wet cunt swallowing his dick provides him with the greatest pleasure.

Your hips moved in perfect circles causing your boyfriend’s cock to sink in and out of your pussy as he stared intensely at your body, mesmerized. You were talented, that's for sure, and if Jean loved anything more than your heart, it was the way you could ride his cock. Thus, beneath your bouncing body became Jean’s favorite place to be.

“So fucking beautiful, princess.” Jean lightly muttered watching was his pulsing cock bury deep inside of you. Moaning, you threw your head back shooting a large smile to the stars as you sat yourself on his pelvis.

Looking through your messy hair, you looked into Jean’s big brown eyes and hovered closer to his mouth. Leaning into his ear, you whispered,

“You’ve come to adore this image; don’t you, baby?”

Jean’s eyes traced over your flawless body. Loving his line of vision, Jean bit his lip and gently caressed the skin residing over your waist and hips. He knew you were right. He loved his awaiting body underneath you more than he loved anything in the world. You gaining pleasure off of something he had to offer only you; there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Seeing Jean nod, you smirked. You adored the control Jean allowed you to have over his lean body. Resting your hands on his abs, you pushed your body up so Jean’s hard cock nearly slipped out of your cunt. Biting your lip, you smiled as you intensely pounded down on your boyfriend yet again. Grunting, Jean knew he was in paradise.

Loving his reaction, you increased your pace faster and faster until the slightly submissive brown-haired man was nearly shaking from sheer pleasure. Watching his defined legs move uncontrollably, you chuckled.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you forced Jean to look into your eyes impatiently demanding, “cum inside of me, handsome.”

Reiner Braun

1. Stomach Bulges

It is no secret that Reiner Braun has a size kink. Literally, everyone knows about it. Could you blame the man though? Reiner’s huge and he enjoys seeing his well-defined body make prints and indentations where they do not belong.

“Fuck, babygirl.” Reiner couldn’t help but loudly moan as he couldn’t manage to separate his drenched cock from the feel of your pussy walls tightly gripping him. He concentrated on nothing but the way your cunt perfectly engulfed every crevasse of your cunt, including your cervix.

“Y-Yes, Reiner. Just like that, baby.” You barely managed to breath out as you entangled your nimble fingers with his worn hands. Reiner grunted only fucking your cunt harder as your body began to wither beneath his own.

Realizing your body was too close to bursting; Reiner’s pace softened. He leaned down to your ear. Smiling against your lobe, Reiner’s voice raised goosebumps across your skin as he proceeded to ask,

“Where do you feel me, baby?” Reiner asked as if he was an innocent angel.

Acknowledging that you couldn’t utter a phrase through the moans escaping your mouth, you managed to trust one of your shaking arms. Harshly, you brought your entangled hands to your stomach and placed his palm over your belly.

Paying attention to your staggered movements, Reiner’s heart nearly stopped when he could feel his cock forming stomach bulges inside of your body.

“Do you love that baby?” Nodding, you tossed your head back onto Reiner’s shoulder and proceeded to beg your bulky boyfriend for more.

“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Reiner.”

“Anything for my angel.”

2. Titty Bouncing

Reiner loves a plump ass, but he’s ultimately a boob guy. He adores a nice pair of breasts and is not scared to admit his adoration towards your own. Thus, when Reiner has any opportunity, he won’t hesitate to place your awaiting body in a missionary position and watch your tits bounce to the rhythm of his trusts.

Staring down at your body excreting sheer pleasure, Reiner never felt more satisfied with himself. He was the reason why your mouth hung open as satisfied moaning-noises poured itself from your red lips. Your legs shook intensely as you approached your release, and your hands gripped the bedsheets. However, the best part (in Reiner’s opinion) were your plump breasts bouncing back and forth matching the rhythm of your lover’s heavy thrusts.

Reaching towards your chest with his right hand, Reiner’s palm fit perfectly around your breast. He held your chest roughly squeezing it between his fingers as it continued to bounce. Reiner’s grip caused you to gasp and open your eyes to look into your lover’s blue orbs.

Staring at your chest, Reiner spoke, “Who’s are these, baby?” He asked as if he didn’t know your answer.

“Y-yours,” you muttered through the series of moans that forced their way out of your lips. “All yours.”

“Who’s?” The blonde asked again gripping your other breast. Reiner moved his hands in circles twisting and turning your tits as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples proceeding to pump his cock in and out of your cunt.

“REINER BRAUN’S” You yelled. Immediately, you could see the short-haired blonde’s satisfied grin growing. A light chuckle sounded throughout the dimly-lit bedroom as he slowed his assault on your cunt. You pouted from disappointment as Reiner’s thrusts slowed down.

Reiner suddenly released your tits from his grasp only to lean down. Looking into your eyes, Reiner’s mouth wrapped around your nipple licking the sensitive bud. Your back arched from pleasure as you indirectly begged Reiner to thrust inside your cunt again.

Separating his mouth from your breast, Reiner locked eyes as a devious smile spread across his face. Pulling complete out of your pussy, Reiner rammed his cock inside of your body hitting your cervix.

“REINER!” You screamed.

Satisfied with your loud and desperate tone, Reiner muttered, “say it again, princess.”

Levi Ackermann

1. Duct Tape

Having your whimpering body at his mercy is amazing, but having complete control over your “loud-ass mouth” is even better; Well, according to the captain himself.

You can clearly remember staring into Levi’s eyes as he applied the shiny black duct tape over your lips after bounding your hands together. He stared at you with a sense of lust and admiration lying within his dark eyes.

Typically, you weren’t the couple to get too crazy considering you both were busy everyday of your lives, but after sneaking a peak at Levi’s search history and discovering his wish to bound you, you couldn’t help but purchase a roll of duct tape and beg humanity’s strongest soldier to, “tie me up and fuck me like the whore I am.”

Who was Levi to deny your request?

Just ten minutes later, your wet cunt squeezed Levi’s hard member as he drilled himself into of your pussy at a fast pace. Though he couldn’t hear your sweet cries of pleasure, he was turned on by the way your encouragement spoke through your pussy. It begged to be fucked by sucking him in and out of your sopping gushy walls.

“Thats it, baby; you’re doing so good.”

Your muffled moans could be heard as he pounded into your cervix. You

could only throw your ass towards his hips waiting for his order to release your pent-up orgasm. Only then could he fill you to the brim and stay inside of your cunt to enjoy the warmth you will provide him.

“You’re such a good fucking girl when that filthy mouth of yours can’t speak a fucking word. What? Is this cock too much for you?” You shook your head hoping Levi wouldn’t stop only to lay your head on the bed. You didn’t have the strength inside of your body to hold your head up anymore.

Levi chuckled at your submissiveness as you pressed back against his hips again.

Raising his right hand, Levi laid a loud smack on your ass creating a red handprint. Your eyes widened. You thought your cunt couldn’t get any wetter, but you were nearly cumming because your Levi decided to smack your ass.

“Oh no, you’re not cumming, yet.”

2E. 2H. Threesomes with Erwin or Hange

Everyone believes Levi Ackermann is a greedy man, but I beg to differ. This man wouldn’t mind sharing your gorgeous body with his two closest friends that he knows have yearned to hear your pleasureful moans for years. Other people, yeah no.

“Stare at him.” Your vicious husband ordered.

Looking up through your innocent eyes, you stared at your commander meeting his baby blue pools. Slowly, the blonde trailed his tough hand through your hair and smiled down at you.

“Grab it, (y/n).” The commander ordered. Looking ahead of you, you stared at the massive cock dangling in front of your face just begging to be touched. Reaching out, you wrapped your nimble fingers around the large member only to hear your husband behind you chuckling.

To your surprise, you gasped as your husband rammed himself into your cunt in one fluid motion like pounding inside of your begging pussy was second nature. You continued to breathe hard as Levi began rocking harder and harder into you causing your hair to bounce and your face to repeatedly hit Erwin’s cock that still lied right in front of you.

“Fuck,” you muttered looking back to see your husband’s eyes watching you as you pumped the commander while be plowed from behind.

“Thats it, baby.” Levi muttered loving the view in front of him. Nothing looked better than you silently begging him. Seeing you look to his eyes, pleading him to rip you apart while the commander watches. Levi knew Erwin always loved you deep down, and showing him who owned your cunt was his plan. This was how Levi perfectly executed it; sharing you, but really only claiming you.

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