Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.

pervert kenma,,,,my gosh👩‍🍳🤌

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝!𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊

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ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: honestly.. not too proud ouf this one?? like i feel like i knew what i wanted to say but couldn't necessarily get my words out onto paper?? regardless i hope you enjoy!

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ! ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

pervert!kenma.. kenma, in general, makes my pussy quake... but pERVERT!KENMA??? let's talk about it.

pervert!kenma is really laid back, but when he wants something, he’s going to get it. point, blank, period.

we all know kenma is a streamer. he plays games for a living. what’s his second favorite thing other than streaming? having you sit pretty on your knees underneath his desk. he makes sure always to wear low-hanging sweats, that way, you can easily pull them down and have full access to his cock. he loves the feeling of your wet mouth keeping his cock nice and warm. he does this the entire time he’s streaming. whenever he reads a comment he dislikes or a particular level is upsetting him, he’ll make sure to release his anger by pounding your throat. he’ll display a “be back later!” banner on his stream and mute his microphone. he’ll move a hand away from his keyboard, it finding purchase in your hair and gripping at the roots of your locks. at this moment in time, you’re nothing but a toy, a stress reliever for kenma. his hand drags your head along his cock, curses, and groans flying past his lips each time you gag around him. he’s fully utilizing his 15 minutes. <3

pervert!kenma loves to hold special events on his stream… special events where you’re playing games for him. his fans and followers think he’s busy for the day and has his significant other substituting for him or even just letting you have fun on his account. but in reality, he’s only switched spots with you. you’re always so pretty and obedient for him, getting on your knees when told. why not return the favor? pervert!kenma has your legs slightly spread and his head wedged between your thighs. pink tinted lips wrap around your sensitive nub and suck. he’d be a liar if he said watching you struggle to play and talk with the viewers wasn’t entertaining. the quiver in your voice, how you’re trying to wriggle away from him, has him overflowing with animalistic lust.

“y/n are you okay? me? i-i’m fine!” you stutter out.

“why are you stuttering so much? is the game scary?”

“you can stop playing if you’re sick!”

“please take care of yourself!”

one by one, you read the comments aloud while kenma tends to your leaking pussy, slurping and gulping down your sweet, sweet juices.

pervert!kenma loves spoiling you and insists on buying you everything you could ever want, but of course, he buys you things he wants you to have. and it’s always the skimpiest little outfits. tight shirts that hug your breasts, tiny skirts that stop at the middle of your thigh, ones so tiny that if you bend down, everyone would have a complete view of your ass. pervert!kenma loves the gawks and random stares you get when prancing around in said outfits. he can practically read the filthy thoughts going through people's minds when they see you. it riles him up because while they’re thinking it, he’s the only one who can act on those impure thoughts.

this routine is the same, and it always ends with you face down, ass up in the back of kenma’s car. both of his hands grip onto your waist and guide you along his shaft, cum filled balls slapping and bouncing off your puffy pussy lips.

“ken ken, please~.”

“please, what? you look so pretty, kitten. do me favor?” he says before leaning down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear, “shut up and let daddy fuck you. and don’t make a mess on my leather seats, i would hate to have to punish you.”

he literally makes you squirt uncontrollably on purpose, so he has a reason to punish you <3

days when pervert!kenma has to go into his office to handle in-person business, he always brings the necessities; himself, headphones, and a pair of your worn panties. when all of his meetings are concluded, he’ll prop his phone up and lean back in his chair. you're not met with a hi, hello, or even his face, no. you’re met with a swollen tip, one that's oozing precum, and your favorite pair of light pink panties wrapped around his shaft. his hips are thrusting sloppily up into his hand, imagining the cloth was your wet cunt. his eyes lock onto you, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips before mumbling, “be a good kitten, and show me your pussy, yeah? let daddy see you. ”

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Villa Peduzzi Lake Como, Italy

© Studiodaminato

「the princess and the foxes」 | Miya Osamu & Suna Rintarou

SUMMARY: What happens when the foxes hunt down the princess?

WARNINGS: exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (fem! and male!receiving), degradation, fingering, double vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

The club lights startle you at first, you squeeze your eyes, trying to get used to the colorful spotlights that run through the place. You grab Kita's hand, letting him guide you and Aran to the VIP salon Atsumu has access to. The smell of alcohol and sweat infested the room and a bunch of people bumped into you as you walked, making you walk closer to the former captain.

“Who let Atsumu choose the reunion place?” You ask.

“He won the last rock, papers, scissors, so it was his turn to pick up a place.” Kita answers and you huff, annoyed.

It was usually Kita or you who would choose where the Inarizaki reunion would be, especially in high school. Since the moment you decided to be a manager of the team, all the boys did every and anything you said, they would even lick the floor you walked on if you asked. The Miya twins always fought for your attention, Osamu was more discreet about it, proposedly giving his best during practice so you would praise him, and Atsumu, who noticed his twin intentions from the beginning, started giving hard sets to his brother so he would miss them, then doing powerful serves to steal praises from you. They ended up bickering with each other and some physical aggressions happened from time to time, resulting in Kita scolding them while Suna took the opportunity to have your attention all to himself. Overall, they were really fun to hang out with and a great team, you definitely loved managing them.

Finally, you get to the salon. It’s a big dark room with red lights, there’s a big bar, a bunch of circular tables with cushions around it dispersed throughout the room, a small stage with a strip pole and a dance floor with glass windows that gives you the view of the people in the club downstairs. It seems like those private clubs you see in movies, elegant and most definitely, really expensive. You wander around a little until you find Atsumu, Akagi, and Ginjima are already sitting on a table with a few drinks on it.

“Hey guys! How yer doin’?” Atsumu asks, getting up to greet the newcomers.

The player hugs the two men in front of you, not minding that they only extended their hands to him, Atsumu always greets them with a tight and warm hug.

“Hi, ‘Sumu!” You say, opening your arms to be embraced in a bear hug from the blond.

“Y/n!” He spins you around a little. “Our princess came!” You laugh, tapping on his arm indicating for him to put you down.

“I always come, Atsumu.”

“Still, it’s always a pleasure to be in the presence of Your Highness.” He raises your hand to his lips and kisses its back, making you laugh once again.

He walks with you to the table and you take a seat beside him. You order some drinks and do some small talk while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. After a while, Omimi and his new girlfriend arrived, followed by Osamu and Suna shortly after.

“When you said we were going to a club, I thought you were going to bring us to a strip club, I’m surprised you were able to control your urge to see half naked girls.” Suna says to Atsumu, making you and the rest of your team laugh quietly.

“Actually, they do have some strippers in here if you want, Sunarin.” Atsumu says with a smirk.

“Nah, the only girl I wanna see dancing on that pole is our princess.” They turn their heads to you, who roll your eyes playfully at Suna.

“Why do they all call you princess?” Maiko, Omimi’s girlfriend, asks.

“She played Princess Orihime in the Tanabata festival in her first year of high school.” Osamu answers.

“And also because she’s precious just like a princess.” Kita adds and Suna agrees.

“Now see, Atsumu, that’s how you should treat a woman.” You say, pointing your cup to the former captain. “Thank you, Kita.”

The setter gives you an ugly face and turns to the others to talk about the current volleyball season. Drinks come and go and after an hour or two most of your friends are drunk, courtesy of the older Miya, who always orders another drink for everyone when their cup is almost empty. You allow yourself to get a little tipsy, not too drunk, considering you have some errands to run tomorrow and you don’t want to get hungover, but enough to enjoy the night just a bit more. Kita and Osamu have work the next day and settle with virgin drinks and Suna decides not to drink too much so he can record Atsumu and Ginjima drunk dancing on a table like they always do.

You drag Maiko to the dance floor with you, and it doesn’t take long before the others join you. It’s been a while since you went to a club to dance, so you take the opportunity to dance the night away and have fun with your best friends. With one drink in your hand and the other swinging around in the air, you sing the songs that are playing along with Atsumu and Akagi, more screaming than singing to be honest.

You take a glance over to the bar and catch Osamu and Suna looking at you while whispering something to each other. Maybe it’s the dark light or the distance between you that is making you see things, but you could swear that that wasn’t a friendly stare. You return the gaze, checking out the two of them while you dance. The tension was built and something in your guts was telling you that was going to be an interesting night.

You turn your back to them. Suna finishes his drink, puts his cup on the counter and starts walking towards you.

“Hello there, princess.” He says, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“Hey, Ri-.” Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands on your hips and a chest touching your back.

“Can we have this dance?” Osamu asks, leaning down to your ear. You smirk and turn your head to look at him.

“Sure thing, boys.”

As the song played they only got closer to you, sandwiching you between them. Osamu’s hips move in sync with yours and Suna’s hands hold your body for his dear life. Their breaths on your neck and warmth make your body hotter as time passes. You lock one hand on the brunette strands beside your head and the other around Rintarou’s neck.

People in the club started to stare at you, while quietly whispering to each other, it startled you a little but the boys paid no mind, they couldn’t care less about people watching, but they did notice your muscles tensing up a little.

“Rin, how about we take our little princess on an adventure in your castle?” Osamu asks and Suna smirks, knowing damn well what this ‘adventure’ is.

“Follow me, Your Highness.” Suna takes your hand on his and walks you away from the dance floor.

[..]

Suna’s penthouse is everything you would expect from a v-league volleyball player, expensive and elegant, it even smells rich. However, you couldn’t take a proper look at it, since Osamu picked you up and dragged you to the bedroom the moment you walked through the door, kissing and painting your neck red. Suna walks behind you quickly, taking off your shoes and throwing them somewhere in the place.

“Should we go easy on her?” Osamu asks, laying you on the black king size bed. Suna laughs.

“Nah, I’m sure she can take it.” He answers, unbuttoning his shirt. “In the end she’ll be asking for more.”

Rintarou grabs your chin gently, and lifts your face up. Is this really happening? He brushes his lips on yours, teasing you, you reach out to him but he pulls away, smirking.

Osamu takes handcuffs off of the nightstand drawers and throws them to Suna, who proceeds to cuff you to the headboard.

“You can take her first, I’ll watch for a while.”

Suna walks to his desk and places the chair in front of the bed. He sits on it with his legs slightly spread, hands resting on his thighs as he waits for the show to begin.

The twin cups your face and slams his lips on yours, you start to lean back down till you're fully laid on the bed. His hands wander around your hips and waist, gripping on your skin. He leaves a trail of hickeys on your neck going down to your chest, he quickly pulls up your shirt, exposing your torso and unhooks your bra. You gasp at the sudden movements, the cold air hitting your body makes you shiver momentarily, but Osamu’s kisses on your boobs and tummy bring you the hotness you need. You turn your head to the side, the sarcastic middle blocker looks back at you with a never ending smirk stamped on his face, he winks and you turn away from him, flustered. You bite your lower lip and squeeze your thighs against each other, cursing yourself for enjoying being watched, and by Suna of all people.

Miya‘s lips reach your waistline and he looks up to you for consent, you think for a short while. You still couldn’t believe you were about to be fucked by two of your best friends, not that you didn’t want to or never thought about it, yet you didn’t think you would get the two of them in the same package and there was no way of telling what they had in mind for tonight.

You take a deep breath and nod. Osamu starts to pull your skirt out of you, slowly and teasingly, tracing the outlines of your thighs with his fingertips. He lets the soft fabric fall to the ground and pushes your knees apart a little, just enough for him to leave small open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, climbing up your skin dangerously high. Instintictly, you shut your legs together, an attempt to stop him, but he slides a hand between them and reaches for your wet arousal, rubbing you through your panties. You grip on your own hands, digging your nails back into the palm of your hand. He slips his fingers under the land band and pulls the fabric off of you.

The brunette grabs your knees with both hands and pushes them up to your chest, making you fully exposed to them. You can feel your precum dripping down your hole all the way to your ass. He rubs his middle finger on your entrance, then drags it along your vulva and labia, watering you with your own juice.

You hear Suna laugh under his breath, his mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine.

“Osamu barely touched you and you’re already this wet? I can see how much of a whore you are all the way from here.”

Before you can talk back to him, Samu pushes his tongue inside you. A moan escapes your lips and you arch your back. He moves his mouth rather slowly, taking his time to pull out and lick you up to your clit, tongue flat against you, then softly suck on it, letting it go with a little plop. He pushes your thighs to the side, spreading you more.

“Samu, can you turn her to my side a little more? I want a clear view of her greedy pussy.”

Osamu hums in affirmative, the vibration makes your breath hitch and you clench around nothing. He grabs your hips and moves you more to the side. Rintarou feels his dick throb at the sight, he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down. He wraps a hand around his length, pumping himself as he watches his friend turn you into a moaning mess.

You feel your body getting hotter and hotter as time passes, the younger Miya continues to eat you out painfully slowly, stimulating every inch of you with his tongue and lips. You buckle your hips forward, desperate for more fiction.

“Faster.” You whine.

He presses your hips on the bed to keep you in place and speeds up, moving intensely. You arch your back and moan loud. You hear some groans and look down to see Suna jerking off while staring at you. Fire takes over your body and you can feel a knot starting to form on your lower abdomen. Suddenly, Osamu pushes two fingers inside you, scissoring you open. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as he moves them in and out of you while sucking clit.

He adds a third finger and curves them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and that’s all it takes for you to cum all over his fingers and mouth, legs shaking. He descresses his speed until you come down from your high, then slowly pulls his fingers out of you. Osamu has your juices all over him, nose, mouth, chin, and even his chest. He brings his fingers up to his face and hums as he sucks them clean.

“I want a taste of her, too.” Suna says, getting up from his chair.

He comes up to the two of you and puts a hand on the back of Osamu’s neck, then pulls him in for a kiss. Your eyes widen at the sight, your clit pulsates and that hotness from earlier comes back to your body. Suna pushes his tongue against Samu's, tasting the sticky liquid mixed with his saliva. He sides eyes you as he makes out with his friend, smirking and moaning into the kiss.

Rintarou pulls away and goes down to his neck, liking all the cum drops running down his skin. Osamu goans quietly as he starts sucking on his neck, leaving dark circles behind. You squeeze your legs shut and Suna looks at you with a playful smile on.

“We didn’t forget you, princess. No need to feel left out.”

“Shut up, Suna.” You say and Osamu laughs.

“Oh, the princess talks!” Rintarou climbs on the bed, squeezing your cheeks together with one hand. “Not for long, though.”

He releases your wrists from the handcuffs and kisses you roughly. You try to hold back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but his soft lips against yours make it impossible for you to not kiss him back. You feel him smirking in the kiss and he inserts his tongue quickly, exploring every inch of your mouth. He takes your shirt and bra completely off of you, his hand finds your nipple and starts playing with it, gently fidgeting the nub between his fingers.

“Will you get on your hands and knees for me, princess?” Osamu asks as Suna pulls away from you.

You crawl over to him, you sit on your heels in front of him and wait for him to say something else.

“Turn around, in fours.” You obey, and Suna places himself in front of you. “I’ll be gentle with you, but I can’t say the same for him.” Osamu says in your ear.

“Open up.” He says, positioning his dick in front of your mouth.

You part your lips and he pushes your head on him, making you take him fully. Osamu places his hands on your hips and leaves a trail of kisses on your spine, going up to your neck. You feel his cock poking your ass and grind back a little to tease him.

“I’m going to put it in, okay, princess?” You press your hips on him, begging for his cock.

“He asked you a question, won’t you answer him? You were talking not long ago, what happened?” Suna mocks, thrusting in your mouth and making you gag on him.

Osamu positions himself on your entrance, and slowly pushes him into you.

“ Fuck ...” He says under his breath.

He starts with a steady but deep pace, rather gently, compared to the way Suna face fucks you roughly. Rintarou’s dick muffling your moans still doesn't stop you from being loud, especially when Osamu speeds up, pressing down your lower back and hitting your g-spot.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Suna asks, throwing his head back. “Such a good slut, taking both of us at the same time.” He laughs.

“So good.” Samu moans, gripping harder on your hips.

Tears of pleasure fall down your cheeks, you close your eyes shut, letting them fall and mix with the saliva dripping down your chin. You feel your climax getting closer, your legs shake a little and you struggle to support yourself. Suna gets more vocal and you know he’s close too, so you hollow your cheeks and suck him harder, making him twitch in your mouth. After a few more thrusts, he cums, his movements slow down and after he comes down from his high he pulls out of your mouth. He wraps a hand around your neck and lifts your face to look up to him.

“Swallow it.” He orders, restricting your airflow. You can only moan as Osamu fucks you faster and Suna chokes you harder. “I told you to swallow, you dumb bitch.” You manage to do as you're told, and stick your tongue out for him. “There you go, good job, cumslut.” He smiles innocently. “I’ll give you a little help as a reward.”

He reaches for your swollen clit and starts rubbing it in a circular motion. You feel your body starting to get numb and it’s only a matter of seconds till your orgasm breaks out. You start clenching around Samu, making him moan.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, will ya?” Osamu says.

Your legs start to shake and pleasure flows through your body, your cum starts to drip down your thighs, but neither of them stop. Samu and Suna drive you into stimulation, making you moan in pleasure and pain. His thrusts start to get sloppier and not long after he pulls out and cums on your back. You drop yourself to the bed and try to catch your breath. Suna grabs a towel and wipes your skin.

“We’re not done yet, princess.” He says, turning you to lay on your back. “I haven’t got the pleasure of fucking your filthy little cunt yet.”

He lays down beside you and pulls you on top of him, kissing you with eagerness. Osamu comes from behind and spreads your legs, then pushes three fingers inside of you. You moan into Suna’s mouth as Samu stretches you out even more, while adding a fourth finger.

“She’s ready for us, Suna.”

You break the kiss and straddle Suna’s hips, grinding on him a little. You grab the base of his dick and position it on your entrance, then put both hands on his chest for balance. Before you can go down on him, he thrusts up into you roughly, earning a surprised moan from you. Osamu wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you up, and takes his cock with his free hand, he places it right next to Suna’s and slowly inserts himself inside you. You dig your nails on Rintarou’s skin as your bottom burns, both men groan and you stay still to get used to it.

“How are you feeling, princess?” Miya asks, delivering little kisses to the side of your neck.

“So... full.” You whine.

“Can we move?” You nod.

They start moving in sync, slowly and gently pulling in and out of you. Your eyes go to the back of your head and it’s hard to support yourself as they hit every nerve on your walls.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted us to ruin your dirty pussy, didn’t you?.” Suna asks, gripping on your waist to move faster.

Your moans and the way you scratch his chest are enough to answer his question. Their thrusts and speed are so synchronized that you wonder if they had done this before, such perfection couldn’t be achieved on the first time, or their teamwork from high school still linger till this day. Obviously, it doesn’t take long for you to feel that knot forming on your stomach again, and it wasn’t any different for them either. Even though Samu prepped you beforehand, you were still tight and the way you occasionally clenched around them was making them lose their minds.

Suddenly, you hear your ringtone and turn to the side to find your phone on the nightstand along with Osamu and Suna’s. Rintarou quickly grabs the phone and sees who’s calling.

“You should answer him, princess.” He accepts the call and puts the phone in your ear.

“ Y/n? ”

“Atsu-” You swallow down a moan. “Hi.”

“ Where are you? I saw you dancing with Suna and that dumbass and the next second you were gone. ”

“I-” They thrust roughly in you. “Fuck!”

“ Y/n? Are you ok- Wait. No fucking way. ”

Osamu takes the phone and brings it to his face.

“She’s kinda busy right now, Tsumu, talk to ya later.”

“ Samu? ”

“Bye, Atsumu!” Suna says loud enough for him to hear it.

“ Suna?! What the- ” Samu throws the phone to the side and they continue as if nothing happened.

They speed up even more and you start to lose yourself at the pleasure, your arms give out and you can barely support yourself, incoherent mumbles escape your lips as your mind goes blank. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably and you cum hard, screaming in pleasure and gripping on whatever is under your hands.

“Fuck.” Osamu mumbles as he sees and feels your cum drip down on them. You feel him twitching, indicating he’s close. “I’m going to pull-”

“Don’t.” You manage to say. “Inside.” Suna laughs.

“The whore wants us to cum inside her?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes.”

The overstimulation turns you into a broken record, repeating the same word over and over. Samu cums with a loud moan, gripping harder on your waist and Suna follows him right after. Miya pulls you out of them, you whine at the loss and Suna holds you close, caressing your back and wiping the tears off your face.

You can feel their cum flowing down your inner thighs, the sticky feeling is rather uncomfortable, but you have no conditions to do something about it now.

Osamu grabs the towel from the side and cleans you and Suna, then goes to the bathroom to prepare a bath for you all. Rintarou picks you up bridal style and walks you to the bathtub, then gently places you in it. You stay with your eyes closed, feeling your whole body sore. He cleans and dries you up, carefully, really different from the way he was treating you a few moments before.

Suna dresses you with a t-shirt and underwear of his, and when he puts you on the bed again, Osamu shows up with a hot cup of tea and some snacks.

“How are you feeling, princess?” He asks, handing you the cup.

“Tired.” You answer with a sleepy smile and half lidded eyes.

“You did great, Y/n.” Suna says, locking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Suddenly, you remember the call and your eyes shoot open.

“Atsumu.” Your eyes search for your phone but Osamu stops you from getting up.

“We can talk to him later, you need to rest now.”

“Yeah, you probably won’t walk properly for a few days.” You glare at Rintarou and he hands you a little chocolate bar.

The three of you eat and drink tea to recharge a little bit. After you’re done, they lay down beside you, spooning you in the middle.

“You know I didn’t mean anything I said, right?” Sunas asks, caressing your cheek.

“I know, Rin. To be honest, I kinda liked it.” You say under your breath and he laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll cook you a nice breakfast tomorrow, princess.” Samu adds.

“Hey, bro, we were having a moment here. You ruined it.” Suna complains.

“Let’s just sleep boys, you both can argue in the morning.” You say before Osamu has the chance to talk back. You give both of them a peck on the lips, get closer to Samu’s chest and pull Rin closer by his waist. “Good night, boys.”

“Good night, princess.” They say in unison.

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New experiences

Pairing: pornstar Eren Yeager x fem!reader

Warnings : oh boy... NSFW, MINORS DNI! Modern!AU, pornstar!Eren rough sex, degradation, dirty talking, Eren being a hard dom, face slapping, spitting (just once)

A/N: I wrote this in a day, saw so many fics with Eren being a porn star and just needed to put my own twist to it too. I feel kinda embarrassed to post it cuz i dont think it's that good but oh well. Forgive any grammar mistakes pls it's unedited.

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     You couldn't recall how you got to this point. Just last week you were a broke college student looking for a way to make some extra money and today you signed a contract with Eldian Movies, a famous production that made adult content. They ranged from vanilla to the filthiest movies you've her seen, that's why they were so popular amongst those who worked in the industry.

     You could still remember the first time you heard about them, you had a friend who had a friend that worked in the industry and told them all about how easy it is, how fun it is to get paid to perform such a basic human being thing and especially about how much money they made doing it. This really caught your attention, mostly because you needed some extra money yourself, plus the way this friend described the job being so easy and fun really peeked you interest.

     So you took all your dignity, threw it in the trash and sent them an e-mail telling them how interested you are about joining their team. It only took a few days to schedule a meeting with one of their mangers to talk about the opportunities they had for you.

     That's where you harned that being new in this industry with no previous experience or online presence didn't get you very far in the interview. Being a young girl and available for shooting wasn't exactly what they were looking for considering the fact they already had plenty of reliable actresses they could count on, but that's when the manager found a way to please both parties.

      "We might have something for you, though," he said after a brief pause he took in which he was looking on his computer through the schedule he had. " Although, it's not something very easy." You waited patiently for him to continue. "These days is really difficult to find girls that are okay or even comfortable with more ... Extreme scenarios. They don't tend to go down that route anymore, so I will be willing to hire you for one of those movies. The pay is higher than the one for regular movies, but it's also a lot more work." You nodded in response to what he was telling you, but also contemplating his offer. " Of course, if you're not comfortable in such scenarios is understandable, but incase you decide to accept the offer, the actor you'd be filming with is called Eren Yeager, I'll let you do your own research on him."

     And with that, the meeting ended. You got up from your chair, thanking the manager for his time and leaving the meeting in a rush. You were a bit disappointed by the answer you got from him, mostly because what you expected was to be offered a role and all you had to do was a blowjob and a few positions and call it a day, but with this outcome, things got a lot more complicated. Plus, what did he even mean by extreme? You really hoped he didn't mean that you'd have to be dressed in a latest suit and dominate him, because then you'd understand why nobody wanted to do it.

***

     Later that night right before you went to sleep, you thought there was no harm in seeing what kind of movies this Eren made, but what you saw was definitely something you didn't expect. He looked profesional, almost every video he made he was dressed in a black suit, he really did have an intimidating aura to him. As you skipped through the videos, you saw a theme in them: the girl was powerless and helpless, while he was in control. He was rough, every move he made seemed to be done with the purpose of hurting the girl, leaving handprints on her hips and ass, as well as hickeys on her neck, breasts, thighs.

     He didn't speak much to the girl, but when he did, she was expected to answer with a shy and weak 'yes sir' or 'Yes master', but never by his name. Another theme you saw was the lack of pleasure the girl received and how everything was about him. He hurt her as punishments but also because he enjoyed it, getting rougher with the harder she cried, calling her derogatory names and condescending comments everywhere.

     A part of you was conflicted over accepting the offer, while a part of you was screaming to not go anywhere near him if you knew what was good for you. It did intrigue you, that much you had to admit, you've never been with a man like him before and you kind of wanted to know what that was like, especially from someone as experienced as he was. So without overthinkinging it further, you sent the e-mail to the manager and agreed.

     The way you saw it wasjust as a new experience that you probably wouldn't be able to experience, at least not with someone who knows excatly what they're doing. There were so many girls out there with their bodies on the internet, plus the job you had didn't get you anywhere other than rent and food, being on your own was a lot harder than you first anticipated. Your thought process was that a lot of famous actresses were in the adult industry before they landed a role in a normal movie, so really, what was the harm in it? You were going to get paid for your time and effort and a lot of men would get to watch and enjoy what you worked on, so in your eyes there were more good sides to it than bad sides. But you already agreed to it, so now there was notburning back.

***

     It didn't take them long to find a good date to schedule the shooting, just nearly a week later than the day you signed the contract. It wasn't a long-term contract or anything, it was one just for this movie wmed you had given written consent of everything that was going to happen in the movie, that you were aware there might be light phisical bruises and that the production was transparent with the contents of both the contract and the action from the movie. Signing it made you feel so professional and important, but at the same time, it made everything seem so much more real.

     You were excited to finally get it over with and cross that of the list of experiences you wanted to go through. Being kinky plus making a movie, two birds with one stone, but once you stepped foot in the building, everything seem to finally sink in, a ware of excitement mixed with being nervous washed over you, making the next step you took be very awkward due to your knee buckling, nearly losing all your balance. You were glad there wasn't anyone else at the entrance, otherwise you would have made a fool out of yourself.

    You were instructed that the shooting will take place on the second floor of the building where a part of the sets were. Although at first sight it might seem like being in this industry is full of weird perverted people who like watching others have sex, everyone who worked, for this company at least, took their jobs very seriously, maybe because they were one of the biggest ones in the industry, but really you had nothing to compare it to.

     As soon as you stepped foot on the set, the director of the movie recognised you and rushed to your side, mumbling about how happy it makes him when the actors are on time, all while pushing you towards the makeup chair to prep you for the movie. The artist was friendly enough to make conversation with you, telling you why they chose the look, why they used a mascara that would get ruined with the least ammount of moisture, complimenting you on how pretty you look with red lipstick on and how you can't go wrong with it.

      As soon as you were ready for the cameras, you were instructed to just go on the set and get comfortable until everything was ready to start, so, with the script you were given,  you made your way towards the office that you were going to film in instead of a bedroom, it was a bit strange, but you didn't question it. The clothes you were wearing were a very slutty school uniform, the idea of the movie was for you to seduce your professor for better grades. You sat in the chair of the professor and opened the first page of the script, all while you rested your head on your hand.

     " So you're the doll they found for me," you heard a man's voice behind you, followed by him running his fingers through your hair, gesture which took you by surprise. "They told me this was your first time shooting, is it true? " His voice was deep and calm, but his presence so close to you made you feel intimidated.

     You nodded your head in response to his question," Yes, I've never done this before, so I'm a bit nervous..." your voice came across as weak, almost shaky, which made things even more embarrassing than they already were. He sighed and let go of your hair, spinning the chair around with you in it. He looked at you closely, but didn't say anything, just studied your face, moving his eyes shamelessly to your cleavage. Your skin felt like it was burning when he studied you that way, no shame or anything. This way, you got to take a closer look at him : his eyes were a  gorgeous green, nearly glistening due to the lighting in the room, his hair was neatly put in a bun to keep it out of the way, beautifully complimenting his pale skin. You really understood why everyone called him the best looking male porn star out there. "I believe you're sitting on my chair, doll ," he pointed out after a few moments of silence. You got up from the chair and gave him a shy smile, he couldn't wait to ruin you later. Eren was the type to really like the innocent inexperienced girls, the way they reacted to his actions, their cries, their moans, all those things were genuine, mostly due to how new all those sensations were for them, he just knew he'd get them addicted to this way of  having sex to the point where he'd be the only one who could satisfy their needs. His confidence was really something else.

***

     "You're failing this semester, miss," Eren said while you were stood by his so called desk, "I'm not sure what we can do to fix it. "

   You got closer to him and touched his shoulder with your index finger, slowly moving it lower and lower down his chest. " I'm sure we can figure out something together, isn't that right, sir?" you responded to him in the most innocent voice you could muster and waited for him to continue.

     "We can, but there is a price for it, doll," he pulled you in his lap and wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you even closer to his chest. His lips found your meck and kissed it gently, all while he was waiting for your consent, hen though he didn't need to hear it. The moment you agreed to the price of your grades, he immediately grabbed the shirt you were wearing and ripped it open, huttons flying over the room. He grabbed your throat, squeezing it quite hard, to the point where your vision got blurry around the edges, but not hard enough so you'd pass out; just the perfect pressure so you'd be in pain and uncomfortable. Pushing you to your knees, you followed his silent command and got on the ground in front of him, the sadistic look on his face made you proud of pleasing him, but this was only the beginning. He let go of your throat, allowing you to breath properly, while his hand moved to your face. He cupped your jaw with this large hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip, gesturing for you to open your mouth, which you obidiently did. He got closer to your face and with a smirk on his face ,he spit right on your tongue, immediately closing your mouth, forcing you to swallow it. This took you by surprise, not because you were disgusted, but because you weren't expecting such a filthy thing so early in. Moments after that, you felt his hand sharply hit your left cheek, sending a sharp wave of pain all through your face, making your eyes water at the sensation. "Where are your manners, slut?", his tone was still calm, but you knew if you didn't act fast he would do it again, which he didn't hesitate to do again after you didn't answer to him.

     You gasped lightly, already feeling your face humming in pain. "T-Thank You, sir," you answered him as fast as you could, not wanting him to hit you again. His expression wasn't pleased anymore, but one of boredome. He gestured with his eyes towards his belt, hint which you immediately picked up, but when your shaky fingers failed to open it, his fingers sharply grabbed your hair, forcing you to stop your movements and look at him instead.

     "Such a stupid slut," he spat out while he took off his belt with one hand, "I don't think you're made for this," his words were harsh and cruel, did he mean for him or making porn? He freed his dick in a matter of seconds, grabbing the base and slapping the head on your lips. " Make yourself useful and open that pretty mouth of yours."

     You listened to his command and parted your lips, letting him push the head inside your mouth while he was holding the back of your head in place, forcing his dick deeper, with every inch getting harder, your throat becomming more resistant to the unfamiliar thing forcing its way in. You gagged around him when he was nearly half way in, earning a breathy moan from the man. "F-Fuck, slut ," he said with a little laugh, throwing his head back the moment he pushed your head his entire length. Tears immidiately formed into your eyes, your throat hurting from the struggle of adjusting to Eren's dick, the mascara you were wearing coating your cheeks from the first tear that rolled down your face. He held you in the same spot for a few seconds, his head thrown back in the pleasure of your throat contracting around him, trying to push him out, out the only thing that happened was to just thrust his hips forward, your nose touching the base of his dick. He let you go in a fast motion, pushing you away from him with a force in which you almost fell backwards, the only thing stopping you was his grip on your hair. "Shit, doll," he moaned as he grabbed the base again, this time smearing the salina you left on it on your lips and cheeks where the mascara painted it. "You almost made me cum with that throat of yours ," he gestured for you to get up and, with your thoughts clouded by lust and desire, you listened.

     The moment your back touched the desk, Eren get rid of your panties and shoved a finger inside you. "Wow, look at you ," he said with a sadistic smile on his face, adding a second finger in. "I knew you were a masochist, you whore, getting so wet over me using you, abusing you ," his words were harsh and cutting, but his fingers were pushing so deep, rubbing just the right spots, making your stomach feel so tight filled with pleasure. His dirty talk made everything so much better, you know if you only listened to him call you such depraved names, it would be enough to make you cum harder than any guy you've been with ever made you cum. His eyes were glued on you: the way you moaned out for him, the way your face melted in pleasure over his fingers working their magic inside of you and he could tell by the way your moans became more desperate and by how you were clenching around his fingers that you were close, oh, so close...

     " Oh god! Please, right there! " you screamed in pleasure and pain , his fingers pounding you with such a speed that it hurt, but you didn't care, you were lost in the pleasure so far to the point of no return.

     Eren smirked at your outburst, "That's right, whore, I am your God, don't forget that," with those words he took out the fingers from inside of you, robbing you of the orgasm you so desperately wanted. " Clean your mess, " he said as he pushed his fingers inside your mouth, letting you swirl your tongue around them before pushing them deep enough to make you gag.

     He positioned himself between your legs, slapping your ditk a few times, earning a pathetic whimper from you before he grabbed your throat, squeezing it just like the first time. "Bug for my cock, doll," he instructed you, but your hesitation earned you another slap on your face from him.

     "Thank you, sir," you said before he could slap your face again.

     "Good girl, now beg me to fuck you." His tone was stern enough to make it clear he won't repeat himself again and if he had to do it again, you'll regret it.

     With a weak and shaky breath, you looked him in the eyes as you spoke. " Sir, please... I want you to fuck me." Slap. He didn't like that. " Fuck!" you cried out again, a few tears rolling down the side of your face from the pain of him hitting your face so many times. " Sir, please, I need you inside of me so bad, I need you to make me yours, please! "

     Eren leaned down to your faced and kissed the cheek he's been hitting this entire time. Before you could realise what was going on, he pushed his dick inside of you in one swift motion, biting down on your neck at the same time. The pain from both him slamming himself inside of you and his teeth biting down on your skin formed a beautiful symphony of pleasure misted with sadism, sending wave after wave of pleasure down to your core.

     His movements were fast and unforgiving, pushing his dick inside of you with no mercy for your sake, simply using you as a doll for his own pleasure and after everything he's done to you, that's all you could focus on as well, his pleasure and his pleasure only. You were squeezing your walls around him every time he pulled out, or at least you tried with the speed he was going at. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, while your nails were digging in his shoulders, trying to keep yourself at his face so you can hear those moans, Oh, his delicious moans. You could cum just by listening to him get lost in pleasure, the pleasure you were giving him by letting him use you like you were made for him.

     "Next time you're with a guy, you better think of me when you cum," he learned down and whispered in your ear, low enough so the microphone won't pick it up, an intimate, dirty command just for you. "keep squeezing me like this and you're gonna make me cum," he said as his movements got sloppier, moans more desperate, his fingers were digging into your hips as he was holding you still while pounding into you without mercy. You know your pleasure didn't matter to him, but now it didn't matter to you either. All you wanted to do was feel him hold you tight as he lets loose and cums inside of you, marking you as his, which is the only thing you wanted to be right now, just his. His doll, his slut, his whore, everything only to just be his, then if it wasjust for a moment.

     You knew  he was about to cum the moment he slammed into You one last time and stilled his movements. You could feel his cum shooting inside of you, filling you up, only because you made him feel this good. It made you feel proud, really. Moments after he was done getting down from his high, he took a moment to take in your beauty: face covered in tears and runny mascara, your left cheek being red from how he kept hitting it as a punishment for not being good enough for him. He really thought you were beautiful now that he moulded you by his own standards, strripped you of your dignity and shame, making you submit to him, that's why he knew that every time you'll touch another guy, you'd be thinking of him, wishing it was his dick inside of you, plus knowing that no man will ever make you feel the way he did really helped boost his confidence even further.

      The moment he pulled out from inside of you, the director yelled 'Cut!' and the cameras got pulled away from the two of you. "Yeager, we've been over how much I hate it when you don't stick to scripts!" he yelled at Eren, but all he got in response was a grin and a tired 'I don't care'. Now that you thought of it, not been half the things you did were in the script, a sudden wave of embarrassment and fear of not being paid clouding your mind.

     "Don't worry about it, doll," Eren said as he handed you a white towel. "He'll make money with anything we give him, especially if it's authentic." You accepted the towel and gave him a weak smile. He placed his hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. " I think it's only fair I buy you lunch after what I just did to you."

      You laughed with him at his comment, wrapping the towel around your body. " Lunch sounds amazing right now.

oh to be trapped under the weight of a sweet loving man who’s twice my size

HOW THEY HIT IT FROM THE BACK [BNHA]

dabi thrusts with the weight of his 5′9″ frame, each impactful collision of his body against yours concentrated with the heat of his quirk. every slap of either his hands or stomach against the swell of your ass, burns with the heat coursing through his veins. every new impact fills you with a searing warmth and a terrifying thrill for more. whines and moans fall from your lips, provoking the brutal nature of the anti-hero,s firm grim, anchoring you to the hilt of his sheathed cock. “be a good kitten and behave, don’t make daddy mad. you wouldn’t like me when i’m mad.” scarred hands tug the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his bare torso. arms wind around your bicep, yanking you back as your feet touch the air. “fuck, fuck,” dabi hisses into your ear, the heat of his body becoming an unbearable force as every touch bruises your sore ass. the male hoisting you into the air, forcing his cock to reach sensitive spots deep inside you groans against your ear, nibbling at your lobe. you twist your neck back to bury your lips against dabi’s, swallowing the pants accenting his expressive voice. “vixen,” you hisses again, “bad little bunny, aren’tcha?” placing you back on the bed, the villain stares down at where creamy rings of cum saturated his irritated cock.

bakugou smothers you beneath his weighted, chiseled figure. dick buried, you can hardly wiggle to accomodate to the girth and length. “take it easy princess.” he growls against the back of your neck. large, calloused hands that spread your arms beneath yours, immobilizing you to the mattress gravitate to the center of your spine, the other concentrated at the back of your neck. leaning back to admire your disheveled appearance, bakugou spreads your cheeks, smirking how greedy the skin of your entrance peels back before disappearing with his sinking length. “thats it, yes.” a hiss reaches the air, one hand fisted into your locks, slamming the lonely remainder in. you mewl sharply at the rough treatment, back bowing shyly as you tighten around the intrusive member. “fuck,” he exhales shamelessly, heated voice fading across your body. “conna let me cum inside baby? you want a baby like us?” focusing his weight again in slow, aching strokes of his cock inside you, the pro hero grunts as he stills, creamy seed burying in your tummy. “my, my, look how much you came.” the blonde taunts, fingers pushing the cum around at where it leaks from your connected bodies. 

aizawa pins your legs apart, sinking in slowly inch by inch. “good boy,” he praises to your sultry whimpers, uncertain if the whines burning off your lips are of pleasure or impatience. “you can take more, you have before.” he observes, watching as your hidden features flinch at the stretch. crimson visionares glare down at how your body nurses every inch of his cock, every inch aching to breed you.“just like that, like my pretty little slut.” warm, caring hands accented with scars from his former fights trace circles down your back, comforting your moans. “more, you’re asking for all of it darling?” a smirk edges into the male’s gravely voice, weak at the sensation of you clinging to every inch he’s offered. “no more complaining then, you can handle it.” pressing a small kiss to the back of your shoulder, aizawa’s body caresses yours, hands tastiing the tension in your curling fingers. “feel me when i’m giving myself to you babe. don’t you want to feel good?” you moan wordlessly at his gentle voice.

sero binds your limbs together, ignorant to your discomfort. “bitching, again baby?” the tape quirked male tuts, observing a small sliver of drool leaking from the edge of the cellophane covering over your lips. “what was that sweetheart?” a dark wordless smirk spreads over his teasing mouth, “i can’t hear anything but my little slut whining for more. that’s right, isn’t it?” tears slide from the corner of your eyes as the sticky substance of your essence saturates his burying cock. “fuck, you’re just the tightest little thing, aren’t you. always begging for more.”

todoroki eases the tip in slowly, matching the pace with the whimpers suggesting your pleasure. “here?” he mumbles into your throat, occupied hands teasing at your nipples. “you like when i fill you slowly, share myself with you?” the fire and ice quirked male bites lovingly into your shoulder, containing a moan as he bottoms out. “don’t move, please. don’t wanna cum too soon.”

Thirsts~ ♡

My masterlist was getting a bit too long so I decided to make a special post for all the thirsting (ask thirsts included) 🔥

Jujutsu Kaisen

✘ Being Sukuna’s private sex toy and getting fucked by Toji 

✘ Workaholic Nanami and sexting

✘ Workaholic Nanami 2

✘ Getting fucked by the whole dilfs squad 

✘ Choso discovers degrading

✘ Cuddlefucking with Choso

✘ Mutual teasing with Gojo

✘ Getting fucked over the sink while getting ready to go out - multiple characters (you’re free to imagine your fave 😏)

✘ Megumi and hatefucking

✘ Breeding competition

✘ Switch Geto

✘ Possessive boyfie Geto

✘ Geto has a breeding kink

✘ Toji & Geto + throat fucking & sloppy kisses

✘ Toji + corruption kink

Haikyuu!!

✘ Teasing Bokuto 

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YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK | ARMIN ARLERT.

➳ synopsis. you’re new to the university and already struggling with classes. it’s a good thing your ‘friendly’ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?

➳ contains. bimbo!reader, nerd!armin, college au, filthy praise/degradation, slight fear play, manipulation, condescension, voyeurism, sadism (if you squint), lying, library sex, slight dubcon, creampie, perverted behavior, unprotected sex, 18+ mdni.

➳ word count. 3,576

the vacant corridor felt like a slew of mazes as you tread along the unfamiliar path, keeping your eyes up above the many doors you passed in search for the name of your teacher that was brazenly written on your schedule. it was bad enough that it was your first day of school but to make matters worse, you also transferred in the middle of the semester.

when the recognizable name, paired with the room number came into your line of sight on the dark oak sign bolted into the wall, you slowly opened the door, certain that this was the class you were supposed to be in.

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roommate!eren hc

genre: sfw, nsfw headcannons

parings: erenxreader

cw: mostly gn sfw+nsfw, cheating, voyeurism (kinda), mentions of masturbation+cream pie+squirting ,eren is a little pervert occasionally.

an: this really isnt that proofread but it was in my drafts so i’m clearing it out. :(( noo actually tho this eren is always my fav, it just seems like it would be nice to live with him.

roommate!eren is so cliche or.. something but like ugh I eat it up all the time.

like roommate!eren who doesn’t like your current boyfriend. gets so obviously jealous telling them to fuck off when they so much as say hi to him, you’ve lost count how many times you had to prevent a heated altercation.

roommate!eren feels like it's justified though .He barely takes you out, your excuse for that being “we haven't been together that long. " bullshit they should’ve been giving you the world from day one. complains and cancels your movie night because you want to watch your favorite sci-fi show, they think is lame. you watch that shit constantly, rambling about the plot first thing in the morning. So Eren is one step ahead to immediately cuddle on the couch with you instead, laughing at your stupid little jokes about a character. let's not forget when they even FORGOT your birthday once. leaving you too upset to even celebrate with Eren at home. He lets you cry in his arms after you start bawling when he bakes you a cake anyways. They just don’t treat you the way he would.

roommate!eren who’s so whipped he’s always in househusband mode for you. cooking your favorite food and cleaning the house when you’re too bummed out from work. buying your favorite wine and ice cream to share. might even wear that ridiculous apron you got him for his birthday one year.

roommate!eren often promotes the shit talk of your partner. you feel a little bad when you give in, but everyone does it, right? everyone has relationship problems they need to rant drunkenly about. Eren cannot help but explode into the loudest laugh when you tell him they haven’t made you cum. that shit right there is the fucking trigger to try and pull you in “maybe you should let me show you hmm?” he jokes, hoping you’re drunk enough to say yes.

roommate!eren doesn't believe you at first no. how could someone be so dismissive of your pleasure? and willingly miss out on things he's only seen in his dreams. like your eyes rolling back choking on spit and babbling about how you want to cum while you choke on his fingers. he doesn't believe it until you're eager to kick your boyfriend out and he hears a low buzz coming from your room just minutes later.

roommate!eren stands in front of your door to beat his dick. it's your fault, wouldn't have to if you didn't muffle your moans into your pillow. His teeth bite onto the fabric of his shirt drool wetting it till it feels almost mushy. his hand is soaked with his own spit and precum dripping at his feet. He really hopes you hear him moan your name when he's about to cum. wishes you'd help him and take his cum down your throat so he doesn't have to clean up his mess.

now roommate!eren he knows it’s a little shitty.. and manipulative to make a move when you're so vulnerable, but that one night you come home crying from an argument he’s all over you. pulling you into a tight hug and wiping your tears. you can’t help but fall for him and he can’t resist kissing your pouty lips when those watery eyes look up at him.

naturally, roommate!eren's ego is through the fucking roof when he finally gets you under him, feeling like a god when he makes you squirt for the first time ever. you’re moaning so loud for him drooling and shaking at every thrust, god his dick game is fucking deadly.

your roommate!eren won’t admit it but he’s a sucker for praise letting out cute whines when you tell him how big he is and how “it’s okay if you cum inside, feels so good so I’ll let you”.

roommate!eren is such a fucking cocky bitch asking you “who's pussy is this now huh? full fucking name baby” knowing you can barely speak while his cock is so deep inside of you, pushing his cum into you. He can't keep his eyes off of the way it leaks and sticks the two of you together. considers recording your act of submission for him and his cum stuffed in your pretty hole so he can give in his own words “your shrimp dick of a boyfriend” a reality check.

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take another hit.

✯stoner! armin arlert x fem! reader

contains - modern/college au, weed use, edging, dacryphilia, praise, dry humping, finger sucking,

“take another hit” armin says with a chuckle, resting his head in his hands while looking at the way you inhaled the herb between your lips. he wouldn’t admit it, but that’s when you’re the prettiest; head fuzzy and nothing coming out of you but short giggles.

his car was starting to fog up at the smoke and increasing the temperature inside. eren was supposed to be there with you but he got too caught up in a college party not too far from your apartment, where armin’s car is parked. you didn’t really prefer the party scene rather than just spending as much time with your boyfriend.

after passing the blunt back to armin, you grab the crisp, cold water bottle from the cup holder. the feeling of the liquid sliding down your throat like much needed relief. “armin? were your eyes always this blue?” you say to him, a half smile on your face. he looked back with his ocean colored orbs tinted with that pretty red of a high.

he chuckles, finishing off the blunt then saving the end. the high finally settles in his body, watching your face, eyebrows quirked as you awaited his answer.

“yeah, were you ever this gorgeous?”

there’s a small pause, you admiring his smile and the way his eyes lid with nothing more than pure desire. you try to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together, ridding yourself of the arousal that’s building inside of you.

“what’s up? bad high?” armin asks, taking notice of your movements. after a moment or two, it finally registered in his mind what you really wanted. he leans in closer to you, taking your hands from your lap into his own.

“oh. i know what it is” he whispers, his lips centimeters away from yours. you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks from his proximity. he pulls away, looking at you with clouded intent. “arminnnn” you whine, upset that he “ruined” the moment.

“why don’t we go inside?” he questions, jerking his head to the side. you inhale deeply before moving to open the car door, armin mirroring your actions.

it was a matter of time, once you got inside, before armin drags you to your bedroom. you were just lucky you decided to clean up earlier that day. once you’re on your laid out on the bed, he crawls over you, hovering above your face.

he crashes his lips onto yours and holds your wrists above you. he drinks in your whines while using his tongue to taste yours. it’s already bad enough that his smell was so fresh mixed in with the earthy and strong scent of weed, but the arousal inside you was growing stronger and stronger with each swipe of his tongue.

he breaks away, reattaching his lips to the skin on your neck and sucking harshly. his bites and kisses trail down to your chest, where he doesn’t hesitate to help you remove your top. “armin!” you snap at his eagerness when he removes your bra and cups your breasts.

“ah, i’m sorry—just couldn’t wait” he apologizes, eyes transfixed on your chest. he takes one of your tits in his mouth while flicking and pinching at the other in his hand. the pleasure shoots straight to your cunt while you try to conceal moans and whimpers.

he notices the way you squirm under him. thinking of a solution, he spreads your legs with his knee, lodging himself in between, rutting his hard, clothed cock onto your clothing clad clit.

“armin, feels—feels good!” you pant, coming to wrap your arms around his shoulders. he groans in response to your moans before releasing one of your breasts and replacing it with the other. he feels himself getting closer with the way he grinds on you, too caught up in making sure you’re feeling good.

he continues his ministrations, pretty blue eyes lock on yours while you feel yourself about to release. “armin...wait..ar-“ you cum before you can even finish your whiny pants. he soon follows suit, cumming in his black jeans.

“damn” he says as he releases your breast with a soft pop.

he removes your bottoms along with your underwear before he does the same to himself. he collects your essence with two fingers, watching how it glistens and stretches on his digits.

“god, you’re so wet”. his voice comes out as a low moan. you take notice of his thick cock. how it’s flushed a dark pink and dribbling out precum mixed with his previous orgasm.

he aligns his dick with your slit, prodding a few times before slowly sinking in. you couldn’t help but hold your breath when it slipped in so nice, him finally bottoming inside you. “let me know when you’re ready”. you nod your head when you feel ready, comfortable for him to move inside you.

his strokes began slow, searching for your sweet spot. his hips rolled into yours softly as he looks down at you with an adoring look. you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes tighter at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you out.

you grab ahold of his shoulder, digging into the muscular flesh. he speeds up his pace and folds your legs over with a grunt. the way he was thrusting into you nearly knocked the wind out of you.

the only coherent words you could form were, “armin too much!” and “‘s too big!”. that all familiar feeling stirs up in your core again, threatening to get tighter and tighten.

you feel your cunt about to flutter until, it stops.

the pleasure you were feeling, the high you were oh so close to achieving—gone.

you look up at him with a lidded and pouty gaze. “why-why’d you stop?” you question, tears starting to trickle in your eyes. he reaches his hand out to rub against your cheeks, thumb swiping over your plump, soft lips.

“don’t want you coming just yet, baby”.

you melt into his touch, nodding your pretty little head at his words.

after a brief pause, he continues his movements, crashing into you just as he did before. your legs were a shaking mess and the way he angled his cock against your walls, only made them worse.

his blond locks fanned over his face, eyes almost closed from his high and lust. each thrust made you jolt, and that white hot feeling from before comes right back to you.

you grip the sheets beneath you, rocking your hips along with his. the angle and the way his dick curved inside you had you seeing stars

and then—it was gone again.

this time, the tears began to flow. he looks at you with much pity. “i know, baby. i know”. the way he dotes on you only makes you want to be pliant with him more.

you felt the soreness in your walls when he picked up his pace again. it wasn’t like you wanted to go through this a third time, but the way he was fucking you—with much passion and care, cleared your mind of those thoughts.

“you feel, so—good” armin grunts between thrusts, throwing his head back and groaning at the feeling of your warm head sucking him in each time. you could help but whine back.

almost unexpectedly, your climax builds up. you were practically begging for armin to let you have this one, this one release.

the way he uses his hips, stroking deep into your cunt has you seeing white when you finally cum. the experience would’ve been so much better, if it weren’t for the slight pain of overstimulation as he aims for his high.

“fuck, baby please. let me cum inside you” he groans. and after a few hard and sloppy thrusts he does just that. you both wait for a while catching your breaths.

he finally pulls out his softening cock before stuffing two fingers in your cunt. he collects his cum along with the mix of yours before he raises it to your lips.

“clean them off for me” he demands, but with a hint of politeness backing him.

you take his fingers in your mouth, sucking and sliding over them, doing your best to clean him up.

“there you go—good girl”.

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