YOU ‘N ME

Being zeke’s best friend and you used to babysit young eren when he was 7-12, now he’s 25 and wants you to get that kid image you have of him out of your head. He wants you to see him as a man.

But you’re 32 and know you shouldn’t even get anything started with your best friend’s younger brother who you babysat for years.

And now he’s humping your thighs and sucking your tits in his mouth and calling you mommy begging to put just the tip inside of you

ᨳ  ࣪ . 001. w/c: 0.4k | c/w: oral (f!recieving), slightly dom nanami, pet names (princess), fingering, slight breath play | just a lil thought I had

nanami kento who goes down on you purely for his pleasure, groaning against your clit as he wraps his soft lips around your most sensitive parts. his tongue continues to lap at you, two of his fingers spreading apart your folds to allow his tongue to sink into your entrance, collecting your sweet slick into his mouth and moaning at the heady taste of you. his other hand – large and calloused, his palm warm as he smooths it over your skin – would hold your hip down, allowing him to bury his face between your thighs without you squirming under his frenzied touch.

nanami kento who scolds you when you start to tremble against him, heaving a deep, displeased sigh as he pulls away from you. his pink lips are coated with your arousal as he drags his thumb across his bottom lip, collecting it on the pad before sucking it into his mouth, making sure to keep deep, intense eye contact with you. 

Keep reading

30 Love

precis. katsukis’ old, he’s had his heart broken a plethora of times and is ready to give up. That’s until a pretty girl who’s been through the ringer herself prances into his life through a shitty dating app.

pairing. bakugou kastuki x female reader

word count. 4.2k

warnings. fem!sub!reader, degrading nickname (whore), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, face sitting.

+ navigation | inspiration: shitty dating apps

You were nervous about seeing him again.

Only meeting Katsuki a few weeks prior after discovering each other on a ‘wealthy singles’ dating app and chatting. You’d been seeing each other about every other weekend since. Now, you were meeting him again, but this time would be even more special… you smiled, reminiscing over the soft tone he’d use for you whilst on the phone and the beautiful letters he wrote.

Not to mention the sinful pictures he had attached to quite a few.

Bakugou Katsuki was definitely not shy about his muscular body and well-hung manhood, which made you feel free within yourself. you had always been reserved, but there was nothing more you desired than to be wild with the right person to help set you free. What drew you to him were not the pictures of his body, but his hidden sensitivity. As you laid on your patio, bathing in the moonlight; fragments from a drunken memory slipped back into you mind. Well enough we’re you able to remember a conversation where the self proclaimed brute confessed his hurt about his last relationship, when his girlfriend left him for an older man.

That was the moment you realized he was indeed a brute, uncensored, and nothing short of boorish. But he was also tenderhearted, considerate, and fragile. He could fall deeply in love with someone he cared for. It didn’t take long for you to not only realize in your mind but your heart as well, that you wanted nothing more than to be with a man like Katsuki.

So here you are, about to meet him for only the fourth time, and thinking that you knew him better than your ex-husband you were married to for 8 years.

You drove for a long distance and his directions were perfect. You pulled into the park gate and saw the tennis courts he described. Your hands were clammy, leaving a moist fog on the black steering wheel as you pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. You smiled despite the nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a light blue loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his vermillion eyes, which disappointed you. Distinctly remembering how full of passion and intensity they were…and how deeply vermillion.

You parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As you approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made your tense shoulders drop, finally at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt, the simple gesture made your heart leap as he gazed upon you, almost like he put a spell over you. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and grabbed your chin with the other, pulling your head up to meet his lips. He kissed you passionately, tongues wrestling for dominance and it was only right to let him take it. Bakugou reached down and cupped your bottom in his large, rough hand. Normally he wasn’t such a pervert, but your ass’d been on his mind since the day he swiped right…

"Are you ready to play?" He taunted, knowing full well he was better than you at the sport.

"Won’t you take it easy on me, Kat-us-ki?" You purred his name, hoping to break him down.

"We're just here to have some fun, not to get ready for the U-17 world cup." He replied with a snicker.

It had been a while since you had played so your game was rusty, but nonetheless enjoyable. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the killer smiles you were rewarded with every hit to the ball, he made you feel like you were in high school again. Suddenly, while you were reaching to hit a ball, you felt your ankle give way. You went down hard and instantaneously grabbed your ankle, unsure of the damage. You had sprained ankles before and knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. You felt a hand on her shoulder as Bakugou knelt down beside you.

"Shit, are you alright? Can you walk?" He asked, holding your calf.

"I dunno… it hurts," she bit your lip, resulting in slurred speech. Though you knew you could walk off the court if you had to, it was tempting to see how he would react to the situation so you played helpless. His reaction was not at all what you expected, much to your delight.

You felt yourself being lifted into his strong arms, concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried you off of the court, you laid your head on his shoulder. The smell of his bourbon cologne surrounded your head and clogged your nose, and though strong cologne usually angers you, you couldn’t help but to relax into his arms. Also taking into notice how close his hand was to your breast. Your nipples became erect at the thought of Bakugou touching them. You found yourself wishing he had moved his hand higher when he lifted you, but quickly pushed the thought out of your mind as he neared an empty space of the park. He gently set you down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree.

"I'll be right back," you have a simple nod and pushed your hands down to readjust your ass on the ground.

Bakugou walked to his car and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid you and set it down beside your hip, then went back to his vehicle to search for something else. You saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards you.

"I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt.” He said with an apologetic expression, but it was much to your delight.

Bakugou lifted his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it as you concentrated on his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Bakugou worked out regularly and was a weight lifter since high school. His chest muscles flexed as he reached to position you to be more comfortable. Your face was right in his chest. you instantly felt turned on as your pussy began to slick. It wasn’t your fault, he was sexy n’ rugged and you could see power in all his movements. As you sat watching him, looking him over, you felt completely safe with a man like Bakugou.

A rush of extreme cold against your sprained ankle brought you back to reality. He moved it around your ankle slowly, gently. You sighed as he cared for the injury and laid back and your elbows, still observing him. His concern was overwhelming and you felt a burning inside of you. Sure enough, it was your pussy now leaking through your undies. Slowly, you moved the uninjured leg apart, allowing your skirt to scrunch and open a view to your crotch. You knew if he looked up he would see your tiny thong. You felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time.

“I’m gonna be okay, right?" you asked.

"Yeah, s’ nothing major." he stated, but his words were cut short as he went to look at you. You knew he had seen them but was trying to ignore it. "You’re gonna be okay." he replied, a dark red blush freckled over his face. "It feels much better," you smiled, staring directly into his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Well it's a little swollen," he gulped.

"Uh, when I asked how it looked, I wasn't referring to my ankle, Love" you admitted.

You looked down at your skirt and pulled them all the way up, then going back to slide your thong to the side, exposing your beautiful, freshly waxed pussy to him. He took a deep breath and she could see the passion in his eyes. Bakugou reached into his shirt and took an ice cube out. His eyes darted around quickly to see if anyone was watching. Sitting between your legs, he began to run the ice across your calf. Then higher he moved the cube, the colder you got, and the wetter your cunt grew. You could not only feel the wetness from the ice running down your leg, but could also feel your own wetness dripping, and a knot forming within you.

"I think that I am more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man and I can't believe I'm saying or doing this." You hissed, rubbing your hand up and down his bicep.

"I feel like I’ve known you forever, m’ so comfortable with you, Katsuki… Every time I think of you I get goosebumps. Want you, want you to make love to me."

This said, Bakugou moved the ice higher just to your swollen lips. you gasped loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. Your lips met his in a deep kiss— It was a soft, slower kiss. You could feel his hardness against your leg as he lay on top of you while your tongues danced. Then he pulled back slowly, gently biting your bottom lip.

"I think we should go to your place and work on my ankle some more," you teased.

"Good idea. Can ya’ drive?"

"Yes, just help me to my car."

You followed him to his house, heart beating in your ears. You hadn't been this excited in a long time, yet you felt something inside that made you warm all over. He pulled into the driveway and you parked beside him. Bakugou approached as you opened the car door.

"You'll have to unlock my door," he said, handing you the key.

You took the key from his hand and he leaned into the car, sliding his left arm under your legs and his right around your torso. His hand rested, again, just beneath your breast. As he lifted you, you could feel the cold of his watch over the top of his hand and your nipples instantly became erect once again. They popped through your thin white tank top. You could feel yourself tingling between the legs and squeezed them together in an attempt to heighten the intensity. You wanted to feel his compassion and concern along with his enormous cock. you pushed your lips to his neck and kissed him softly, letting your tongue glide over his skin. It was salty from the sweat and that turned her on even more.

You unlocked the door and turned the handle. Bakugou closed it back with his foot. You glanced around at his home. This was your first time at his. The house was very nice and clean, which made you giggle. You’d never been with a man that kept things in such good order. Katsuki carried you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit from the sun's penetration through the cracks in the drawn shades. He laid you on the bed softly and you pulled him in by his shoulders, kissing him. You pulled his wet shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Sitting up, you pulled your own top off, leaving only your sports bra. You slowly removed it, smiling at his warm gaze. He stood in front of you and began to unbutton his shorts.

Your heart was racing and hands were shaky, but you patted his hands away to unfasten the button yourself, slowly unzipping them. You could see his hardness standing straight up; his huge penis was just coming over the top of his briefs, and it was still getting harder. Slipping your fingers inside, you pulled down his briefs and Bakugous’ large cock flopped down from its weight. His 7-inch dick was perfect, you thought to yourself. As he stepped out of his shorts, you couldn't help but wrap your hand around the base and pull it to your mouth. You found yourself loving the sensation of fondling his penis and loved even more sucking it. It was warm and hard, throbbing in your mouth. You felt your panties being slid down your body and the skimpy soaked thong followed.

“Let up.” and you did, dragging his duck out of your mouth and looking up at him for further instruction. But they never came, instead, he pushed you down onto the king sized bed and his tongue and lips kissed your belly and legs. When he laid down, you flipped positions so that your pussy was directly over his face. His fingers tickled the inside of you smooth shapely legs and you spread them further. You opened your lips over the head of his monster, taking him as deep as you could, tongue circling his head. He moaned and slid his tongue inside of you. You felt the wetness on his tongue as he slid it between your lips. His two fingers replaced his tongue and began to gently massage your g-spot. With his free hand, he spread your pussy lips and pulled back. Then, you finally felt his wet tongue circle your nub. You were in heaven.

The pleasure was so intense you stopped sucking him and rested your head on his muscular thigh. You had never felt such direct, intense stimulation. Your toes curled as he sucked gently on your clit and his fingers rubbed inside. He began to lick faster; always making sure you clit was soaked. You tried to fight the orgasm, wanting to prolong his heavenly touch. But as he sucked on your clit, you felt yourself explode. Digging your nails into his calf, you sat up and pushed your cunt deeper into his face, rolling and bucking as convulsions of pleasure consumed you. He continued to jugg his fingers inside, then, slowly pulling them out.

You turned around and dug your hands into his shoulders to keep him seated, if your mind wasn’t so clouded you wouldn’t be thinking he couldn’t move under your grip. He allowed you to be in charge, and careful of your ankle, moved you directly between his legs. You hungrily took his extreme boner again into your mouth, taking his balls in one hand and using the other on his shaft as you moved her mouth over him. You needed to please him as much as he had pleased you. You moaned over his organ and made sure it was nice and wet with saliva before using your hand. It was slick and slid effortlessly up and down. Bakugou groaned deeply, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“Feels great, babe.” Bakugou whispered, encouraging you on.

You put his engorged round head back into your mouth and let him thrust into your mouth. It felt naughty yet so good to have him sliding his stiff dick in and out of your mouth, however he wants. You always heard from men that women should act like whores in bed and you wanted to be his whore. You pressed hard on his gonads and could feel his orgasm building as he continued fucking your mouth.

You looked up longingly into Bakugous’ eyes and cooed, "Cum in my mouth baby, wanna taste you and swallow it all."

Bakugou nodded in agreement and whispered, “Gonna give you what you want, gonna, fuck…”.

He smiled as you attacked his thick rod with your mouth and hands again, moving your head quickly up and down his long shaft. you slurped around his dick and added your own saliva as your mouth watered. You pulled him straight up and began licking the shaft with your slippery tongue. Left hand grasping the base of his cock and squeezing it tight, restricting the blood from returning to the rest of his body. The veins of bakugou’s hard-on bulged as his cock became evermore engorged with blood. His cock’s large purple head turned 3 shades darker as it became rock hard. You skillfully and gently licked the sensitive underside of his cock’s head, still clutching his prick in your left. Katsukis’ eyes rolled to the back of his head as you attempted to swallow his now huge, stiff head.

His breathing quickened and he let out a low moan. With your right hand, you grasped a fist full of bakugou’s balls and gently tugged them down as you squeezed. You could feel his cock pulse in her mouth and jerk as his huge phallus began its orgasm. His hot spunk shot to the back of your throat as his cock pumped it’s cream from his balls. You began kneading bakugou’s jewels, making sure to get every drop. He shot more cum into your waiting mouth. You collected as much as you could hold along with his cock in her mouth and swirled it around with your tongue coating the shaft of his stiff penis. You fought to get every drop, all the while, holding it in your mouth. His tool spasmed a few more times then fell to rest.

Bakugou groaned a sigh of extreme pleasure. You moved her mouth over him slowly causing him to shiver and jerk. Not to be denied, you continued yanking on Bakugous’ cock to squeeze out every last drop held in its shaft. Several drops oozed out of the tip of his head and you slurped them up. your mouth, now filled with his warm cum shot, felt very slick over his dick. You bathed his shaft with his own cumshot and exposed your work to the blond as he looked up. Stringy lengths of cum attached themselves from his cock and your mouth. You both laughed. You finished the fabulous blow job by slowly licking clean every last inch of him as it slowly fell limp on his stomach.

"Gonna take a minute for me to fill back up,want a massage?" he stretched.

He placed a towel on the bed and dropped one on the floor beside them. Placing you on your stomach, he adjusted the pillows for your head. Leaning over, he reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a blue bottle. You heard a click and then his hands rubbing together. When he placed them on your back they were slick and you could smell something pleasant, but unknown to her. He moved his hands over your back and shoulders, pausing only to add more oil to his hands. He moved down your body and began to massage your calves, careful of the hurt ankle. He then moved his way up your legs. The combination of the slickness of the oil and the firm pressure of his hands began to excite you. You spread your legs slightly, knowing he could see the wetness.

"Y/n, I want to tell you something. I don’t know how I really feel about you, not in a bad way, but in a way that I have never felt before... I don't want to scare you off but I know I need to be honest. I fucking adore you. They way you laugh, smile, god fuck— the way you look at me like I’m some king.” Although you couldn’t see his face, you heard his tone. His words sound genuine, but he’s pained to continue. You had never heard such honesty and realized that you probably never would. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and she turned to him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Katsuki. I love what you said. I only wish I had the guts to say the same to you. Know that everything you said is felt within me about you." you pulled him to you and kissed him softly. Your eyes welling with tears as you cherished the moment. When you regained your composure, you whispered softly in his ear with a slight sniffle.

"What happened to my massage, baby?”

Bakugous’ hands went back to Your legs as he continued the massage. They moved up just to your pussy and stopped. You wanted to feel his touch badly, but realized he didn't want to get any of the oil inside of you. You smiled again at his consideration and moaned as his hands began to massage your ass. Wiping his hands on a towel, he reached into his dresser again, this time pulling out a smaller bottle. You heard a click and this time didn't hear his hands rubbing together. When you finally felt his hand, it was directly on your pussy. He had placed some kind of lubrication on his hand and was rubbing your with it. Your pussy felt so slick as his fingers glided over your clit, causing your body to shake. He rubbed for a few minutes, teasing your entrance, then moving to hover on top of you.

You could feel his large hard on between your ass cheeks. He placed more of the massage oil on his hands and began to rub your shoulders. This time, he also moved himself between your cheeks. You noticed that he was slick and that he must have placed some of the lubrication on his cock.

As his stiff dick began sliding between your cheeks, you tried to arch her hips to get his head into your pussy, but he was keeping it just out of reach. Bakugou continued to cruelly tease you as he massaged your shoulders. Suddenly, he leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck and shifting his hips. He was now at your opening, once more you tried to push back on him but it became apparent that you did not need to try. He slowly pushed forward. The enormous head of his cock piercing your dripping pussy.

You let out a sigh as tour vagina stretched to accommodate his thick cock. Bakugou grabbed your hips and slowly pushed in the length of his shaft. Your pussy felt so tight despite how slick it was. He kept inserting himself until his hard on was completely inside. You were so full, feeling him press against your cervix— his thickness was painful, but so fucking good. He began to move his hips in slow circular motions. Your hole was so slick and hot that he had to move slowly, in fear that he would fill your pussy to early. Knowing he wasn’t gonna last any longer with the way your ho pussy clenched around him, he bit your neck softly and sent you over the edge, your cunt grasping his large organ even tighter as you came.

"Fuck me, baby. All yours." You moaned, pulling your knees up and arching your back to take his cock better..

He was still inside and began to build up a rhythm. You could feel his balls slapping your clit as he thrust himself into her. He reached forward, pulling you up to him by your nipples. He squeezed them gently as he continued to thrust his thick shaft into your cunt. You felt yourself building up again as his pace quickened. He began to moan loudly and thrust himself deep inside of your soaked snatch.

With reluctance, he pulled out. He wanted to be looking into you's eyes when he came. Pumped with adrenaline, he tossed you over with brute strength and moved between your legs. He shoved his cock back inside you once more and got down to your level. He began to kiss your lips, cheeks, eyes, and neck. You felt so close to him, the sweaty heat between your bodies made it feel like you were melting into him, and as you, him. You moved your hips in rhythm with his and could feel his tension building again.

"Need you to cum inside of me. Make me yours." you sighed, wrapping your arm around his neck.

"Gonna cum inside…" he huffed out.

"Look into my eyes." you whined, pulling his chin to make him face you.

—and just as you thought, his eyes were glossed over with lust. You held eye contact with him anyhow and didn’t let him move. The emotion you were both feeling was overwhelming. As Bakugous’ orgasm became eminent, he closed his eyes.

"No! look at me when you cum. I want to remember this moment forever." you whispered

Katsukis’ eyes opened and when he saw the look in hers, he could no longer hold back. You could feel his dick swell even larger inside of you. Your pussy, stretched wide around his enormous penis, clamped down hard. His cock again erupted as you felt it spasm and pump another load of hot sperm up from his balls. It was more than you could handle as you came with him. Your orgasm sent you groaning as he smiled while spearing your pussy. The room was filled with moans of passion. As you finished, you laid back comfortably on the bed and he rested on top of you, his massive tool still inside.

Every once in a while, you felt his cock produce a slight spasm. You turned her head and kissed him. Bakugou slowly pulled his still erect cock out of your swollen, dripping pussy with a noticeable slurp. You both laughed at the strange sound.

You were both spent, but he still managed to pull out some strength and flip your body to the side, pulling your back to him and becoming the big spoon. You fell asleep in his arms dreaming of the next time you'd be under him, hopefully, after the nap was over.

i’m not crying, u are

no. 322

The yakuza’s wife part II  ➢ Toji x pregnant chubby f! reader

wc: 2k/15 minute read

cw: Smut, Somnophilia, Pregnancy sex, Slight Praise

part I

It didn’t take long for toji to impregnate you, helping you along every step of the way. Once it became your 2nd trimester you went for your check up, sadden that toji wasn’t able to attend, but you snagged another ultrasound photo to show him the progress.

He was there to pick you up, pulling up in a all black tinted car, stepping out to open the door for you.

“How’s the baby, is everything alright?”

You pull out the ultrasound, swaying the photo back and forth in your hands.

“Everything’s good! I just can’t wait to find out what we’re having when it’s time.”

Toji pulls you into his arms, gripping you by the ass as he pulls you in, kissing your forehead.

“I already know.”

Keep reading

! nanami kink hcs !

18+, minors/ageless blogs, do not interact.

genre: nsfw, nanami kento x reader

c+w: implied fem. reader, spanking, squirting, overstim, nanami spoiling reader, brief mention of m. masturbation. let me know if I forgot any pls!

a/n: hii, this is my first actual post. please let me know what other jjk characters you’d like to see kink hcs for, or if you want more nanami ones! this is a brief list so I def wanna make a part two.

panty kink >:)

- he loves cute underwear basically.

- he jerks off with your panties from the hamper a lot, which is how this one planted itself into his head. one day he saw a pretty pink pair lying on top and he was in the middle of pumping one out. he grabbed the pair without thinking much of it and he’s hooked.

- what’s better than a pair of cute panties? a pair of cute panties on you.

- he likes when you lay on your back with your legs open for him, wearing nothing but a pair of his choosing. he’ll rub his cock up and down your cute little cunt with nothing but the fabric in between. the first time he did it he came so quickly and splattered your tummy with it. he was really embarrassed.

- when he has a really rough/long work day he stops at the bakery on his way home, as well as his favorite lingerie shop. he picks out a new set or two for you and asks you try them on when he gets home.

- his favorite pairs include a standard, plain white pair, a light pink one with frillies on the thigh holes, and a lacey blue pair that matches his usual work shirt.

spanking :0

- this one kind of goes along with the panty kink.

- he likes having you over his knee the most but he also likes when you’re face down ass up.

- he always starts a spanking session by admiring the panties he picked out for you that night. he’ll smooth his hands over the fabric covering your cheeks, run his fingers under the hems and maybeee give you a little wedgie, just to watch you squirm.

- he starts light and slowly gets more heavy handed. he’ll pull your undies to the side to see how red you’re getting and then slap the exposed skin.

- nanami loooooves to finger you while spanking too. first he rubs you through the fabric, then he pulls them to the side or takes them off. he’s obsessed with how you squeeze his fingers every time he smacks your ass.

toy collecting :>

- as you can tell, nanami loves buying you things.

- somewhere in your shared bedroom is a large collection of various dildos, vibrators, and other fun toys.

- his favorites usually include vibrators because they do a really good job at overstimming you/making you squirt.

- he has two favorite positions for vibrator play.

- the first one is you in his lap with your back to his chest. he likes reaching around you because it makes him feel closer to you. he loooves when you rest your head on his shoulder. he also likes hooking his legs over the top of yours to keep you still when overstim is involved.

- the second position is you on your back at the end of your bed and him on his knees between your legs, right in the splash zone. he’ll kiss and nibble on your thighs while watching you squirm and squeeze around nothing. when you do squirt in his face you’re usually embarrassed but this man is so content with it. literally heaven.

surrender to the sea, hange zoë (pt. II)

pairing: pirate captain!hange x noble!reader, they/them pronouns used for hange—afab anatomy for both

summary: your father’s shady business deals with a pirate crew lead to collateral damage.

pt. i here : (x)

warnings: explicit sexual content - 18+, minors dni. poc friendly!! hange is a freak, r is SO down bad (same), jealous!hange, knifeplay, bloodplay, r calls hange captain, cunnilingus h!receiving, fingering r!receiving, corruption kink if u squint.., praise.

wc: 3.5k

an: i got a bit crazy forgive me

—

Hange nudged their head into your neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin as you came to wake up. After the events of last night, Hange led you to their bed, where you'd both spent the night. It'd be a little cruel to leave you sleeping on that wicker couch, after all.

You struggled sleeping for a while, your actions having kept you up awake as your mind mulled. Hints of shame and confusion tugged at your heart, wrapping its cruel tendrils around your mind.

You were in two minds, one— it didn't matter, you'd be leaving with Hange's ship soon enough, likely to never to see your father or anyone at court again so really, feeling shame was futile. However, its lingering effects tugged on, you hadn't regretted it, not in the slightest, actually. You just wondered if this was a smart decision. If you should have given yourself away so freely and carelessly to someone like Hange. Yet, you couldn't stop thinking of them, the way their hands trailed down so tenderly down your body, the way their fingers had felt on your skin. It was exhilarating.

Morning eased the turmoil, once you took notice of the way the warm sunlight that creeped through the port window reflected on Hange's skin. The light emphasising the brown shades in their hair that shone with deep reds, the amber in their gentle eyes as they gazed up at you, head resting on the thin pillow. Hange's shirt was off, having been thrown to the cabin floor in the midst of their sleep, the skin of their shoulders exposed as the rest was hidden beneath the covers.

Dangerous waters had already been tread, was there any return at this point?

"We leave tomorrow," Hange spoke, voice breaking through the silence of the night. You nodded, a buzz in your veins as you'd finally get to live a life of your own choosing.

Sighing, Hange lifted themselves up, rubbing their eyes before reaching for the glasses they'd set on the wooden table. You watched as they pulled the straps over their hair, resting the goggles into place on the bridge of their nose, before your eyes trailed down to their exposed torso.

You hadn't seen them like this yesterday, the clothing had remained on, so you took the opportunity to look admire them, properly. Noticing marks and scarring scattered over their toned arms and across their shoulder blades, probably due to fighting, you assumed. Your ventures stopped at their chest, releasing memories from the night before, heat washed over your cheeks. You had never seen another naked body besides your own, and Hange was ravishing, toned, slender and muscled, their abdomen tight and their breasts modest.

They caught you staring before speaking,

"Like what you see?"

"I didn't get a chance to look at you yesterday, it's not fair you saw me that way yet I could not see you,"

"There's lots of time for that yet, my lady," Hange grinned, you noticed a hint of a blush on their cheeks. At least you weren't feeling coy all by yourself.

"What shall you do about my father?" You questioned, uncertain.

"I have yet to decide," They spoke, a part of them wondering if it was punishment enough to leave without words, let him simmer in the loss of his riches and connections, or to confront him. Truth is, Hange didn't want to risk you back in his tight clutches, tethered to a life of disappointing misery. The weight of their own selfishness fighting the urge of justice for their crew. A heavy burden, indeed.

"He can rot with the fishes for all I care,"

—

You were on the decks, in a frivolous attempt to pull your own weight. You wanted to help, just didn't really know how. Levi stalked past, looking at you sat criss-cross on the deck struggling to tie a decent knot, he snorted— lubber he'd called you. A little derogatory, his way of making sure you were aware of how incompetent you were at ship maintenance, far unaccustomed to sea faring. You took it in stride, though, motivated to learn and become at least somewhat efficient.

Starting to get frustrated, you cursed at your hands and their lack of nimble tactility. How difficult could it truly be? You studied the knots of rope attached to the ship posts, wrapped in a tight proficiency and frowned, your capability was nowhere near that level.

Reiner made his way over towards you, plotting himself beside you on the deck. Chortling at your attempts, he grabbed the ends of the rope that had remained bunched on the floor, the rest wrapped around your hands as you fumbled.

"I'll show you, my lady," Before demonstrating how to start the loops, running the rope through a tight loop. The title felt cold from his tongue, as you grimaced, you didn't like the way it dripped from his lips. Honestly, you were thankful for the demonstration but you would've figured it out at some point anyway. You watched anyway, not wanting to come across as ungrateful.

Hange was pulling nets from the bottom of the seabed with Levi's assistance. After they'd successfully hauled the nets and rested the caught fishes on the deck, Hange glanced around the ship, looking for you.

They spotted you first, hunched over some knots—then Reiner. His body far closer than was necessary, as he grabbed the rope from your hands, patting you on the arm and laughing at your annoyed expression. Something bitter twisted inside Hange's stomach, something resentful and unseemly. Hange's brows furrowed, vigilant as they watched the ordeal.

The green-eyed snake writhed further upon seeing how your lips extended into a smile as you managed to successfully tie a bowline, due to his diligence. Your voice travelling through the deck as you thanked him. I could've showed you how to do that, Hange thought, lips contorting into a scowl, He's not even the greatest at tying knots anyway.

Levi noticed this, he had planned on remaining silent on the matter, however seeing how viscerally Hange had responded, it was hard to bite his tongue.

"Don't tell me you're sweet on the lubber, Captain." He murmured, that was the absolute last thing the plan needed. The ship had been running smoothly, adding complex emotions and tensions between crewmates wasn't going to benefit anyone.

Hange exhaled, not dignifying his words with a response, instead sauntering off to where you and Reiner were based.

Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. Great.

Your head turned behind you, a glimmer in your eyes at their presence, unnoticed by Hange as they glared at Reiner. Arms crossed.

Reiner must've felt the daggers being thrown at his back, for he turned too, suddenly sheepish at the way Hange was staring down at him.

"Shouldn't you be busy filling crates?" Hange spoke, eyebrows raising, their voice stern and rigid.

Reiner looked between you and Hange, shoulders slumping as he hoisted himself up to his feet, a vague expression marked on his features.

"Sorry, Captain," He mumbled, looking back towards you, "A pleasure to help you, my lady,"

You nodded, picking up on the change in ambience, on the unspoken hostility in the air. You daren't speak as Reiner made his way back to his designated job.

Hange sat beside you, a taut breath escaping their lips. Picking up the rope, they huffed, fingers working the fibres, "He's useless at making knots, I don't even know why he was trying to teach you,"

You snorted, a faint smile creeping up on your lips, as you watched Hange work silently. Their brows were still grooved with discontent.

You raised your hand, thumb softening the crease of skin between Hange's eyebrows.

"Careful, Captain, he'll think you were getting envious," You teased, feeling a warmth at your core at Hange's disposition, inappropriate desire heated your body.

Hange lifted their head to look at you, your teeth catching at the plumpness of your bottom lip, a playful glaze in your eyes. Captain? You'd never called them that before.

Hange was stilled into silence, tongue nonverbal as their brain caught up. Many people had called Hange that title in their lifetime, never has it impacted them the way it did when it slipped sweetly from your mouth. That pretty mouth which had uttered such indecency just the night before, and here it was luring them back in again. 

"You like when I call you that?" You teased further, testing how far you could reach, as your face reached closer.

Hange stood up, grabbing your arm and leading you into their quarters.

Once the door had closed, you were pushed against it, body against body as Hange whispered,

"That wasn't very ladylike, you know," Their hands skimmed down your sides, threatening and tight.

"I have a feeling that you like when I'm not ladylike," The darkness pooled in your eyes again, drawing Hange in closer as their lips were inches from yours.

"Careful, my lady," They threw back at you, "Or I might not treat you as such,"

Your core clenched, eyes darting from their eyes to their parted lips. Hange's hand met the nape of your head, bunching your hair up and pulling your head down, exposing the skin of your neck.

"Though, you'd like that, right?"

The playfulness etched on your face eased, replaced by an aching hunger, it was so easy to fluster you, Hange thought. That tiny speck of confidence dissipated, as your eyes closed shut, awaiting the delectable contact of Hange's lips on your skin.

"You like to be disgraced, don't you?"

Whimpering, you tried to pull Hange closer, groaning when they resisted, standing in their place.

"Oh no, you don't get to make orders," They hummed, other hand coming to grab your wrist, pinning it to your stomach.

"You wanna like a brat, I'll treat you like a brat,"

Hange unclasped the buttons at your shirt, breasts spilling out. Hange lapped at the peaked nipples, the lingering remnants of saliva attracting the cold air, creating shivers down your spine.

You craved more, your body writhing for Hange's contact. They could see the desperation emitting from you, in that whiny expression plastered on your brows.

Feeling Hange's body against yours, there was something hard digging into your side, your gaze fell upon a short dagger that was hanging on Hange's pants. The sight thrilled you, being in close proximity with the weapon whilst Hange was running their tongue over your nipples caused you to suck in a breath, at the contrast of it all. Leaning your head back against the door, your eyes were half-lidded as they stayed focused on the dagger, noticing your shudders, Hange followed your gaze.

They gaped at you, halting their movements on your breast as a hand clasped the hilt of the dagger, your chest heaved, watching the way their delicate fingers handled the lethal weapon Hange used for close combat.

"You want me to use this, dear?" They rasped, exposing the reflective metal of the blade from its sheath, lifting it to the valley between your breasts. The blade ghosted over your skin, being dragged down your sternum as your breath got caught in your throat. You couldn't help but release a gasp as the pointed blade reached your navel, forcing a jerk from your midsection. You bit at your bottom lip, an attempt to stop the lewd noises from escaping. Covering your face with your hands in shame, in disbelief that something like this this was making you react this way.

"God, you're going to be the death of me, love," Hange breathed, getting a little too excited as they pressed the blade tighter on your skin, almost breaking the skin. A part of you wished it had.

"Hange, please,"

"What is it, darling? Want me to cut you?" There was a manic glaze over their eyes, voice coming out in low purrs, luring you deeper into indecency as your core squeezed. Drenched. You were absolutely desperate for Hange, needy for their attention and blazing touch. Legs weak as you rested your spine against the door, hands hanging on to Hange's shoulders for stability, your nails gripping at their clothes firmly.

You felt a prickle at your skin, a sharp sting as they drew out a thin line of blood at your hipbone, a sensitive point in your midsection. Hissing as a small red drop trickled down, contrasting against the smoothness of your skin.

You almost imploded when you felt Hange's tongue skim over the blood, their warmness encompassing the heat from the fresh cut. No longer able to withhold it, a dangerous moan left your lips. A plea for them to continue.

“Delicious,”

“Hange-fuck," you breathed, body almost unable to withstand its own weight. They continued to lick the drawn blood as it spilled, moaning to themselves.

Reaching back up to your neck, Hange guided you to the bed, where you fell back and laid, waiting. Hange hung over you, their stance almost predatory as half-lidded eyes stared down at you. Placing the dagger between their teeth, Hange's arm reached down to roughly lift your thighs, encasing themself between bent legs. As they reached for the waistband of your pants, exposing you to them in full, you breathed out in anticipation. Wide open for them to see.

"Please, I need to see you," You mewled, stubborn for some equity, grasping at their garments, pulling- a hint for them to be removed.

Hange chuckled, before unclasping their own shirt and dropping it behind them, pants followed after.

You could gaze at them fully now, admiring the toned build of their naked figure. Their exposed breasts hung against their chest. The scars and marks from a rough life lived at sea only intoxicated you further. Dagger now placed beside your head, its threatening presence melting your brain into mush.

"Wanted to see me that badly, huh?" Their voice was melodious, taunting. Raising a hand to their chest, you whimpered as you kneaded your fingers over Hange's breast, rubbing your thumb over the stiff peak. Hange's breathing picked up, relishing in the feeling of your hands on them.

"What would your father say if he saw you now, hm?"

Dagger grasped between their fingers again, its blade skimming over your knee and up to your inner thighs, "Tainted and desecrated, all for me."

The blade reached your swollen bud, as Hange carefully pressed the weapon against your wet heat, the coldness of it making you shiver.

"If Reiner knows his place he won't come near you again," They hummed, "I've acquired a taste for you now, my lady, and I don't share,"

"Please, Hange—please just touch me," You sobbed, thighs tightening around Hange's waist in an effort to bring them closer, an attempt to allow them to touch you where you'd craved. Your dripping centre pressing nearer the blade, as your hips rutted against it with depravity, begging for more.

"Not until you say it, my lady,"

You gaped at them, words caught in your throat as a bind of timidity washed over you.

"Say what?" You muttered, with hesitation. Hange's face pressed into your neck, nose ghosting over the skin behind your ear, their teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe, responsible for the goosebumps that trailed over.

"Say you belong to me," Hange's voice was muffled, lips hot against your neck as they inhaled. The hand not holding the dagger was firm against your hip, fingers indenting the plush skin, leaving marks. The dagger lightly sliding down your folds as you twitched into it, anxious that you’d cut yourself further on it but didn’t cease your movements.

"I only belong to you, Hange— please j-just fill me up, I need to feel you— so badly," You gasped out, ruined.

A smug hum from Hange, and the dagger was no longer in contact, thrown to the floor in a frenzy. The clang of steel reverberated against the wooden cabin floor.

"That’s better,"

Two fingers pushed into your entrance, sliding in with ease due to the lack of friction, lubricated by your own silky essence.

Debauched groans left your lips, as your hips began tilting into Hange's hand, matching the unrelenting pace of their wrist. Their fingers curled, pounding against the sweet spot within your walls. You held onto the loose strands of Hange's hair, tugging their head back to see the way their eyes darkened as they watched their own fingers pump in and out of your heat. Totally coated in your slick.

"Feels so good, Hange—ah—so fucking good," You voice hitched as another finger entered you, you could barely contain yourself, having been impatiently soaking yourself for the past half hour.

Hange thrived on each broken sentence, spurred further by the fact that they had effectively turned you out in such a way. How you let them destroy any semblance of dignity and honour you had left.

"Fuck—wish I could feel myself inside you properly," Their voice strained as their mind wandered. With their own swollen heat aching, they imagined spilling themselves inside of you. Imagined watching languidly as their cum would leak out of your clenching entrance. They settled for pushing their fingers in deeper, and curling their digits harder.

"Wanna fuck you, Captain— wanna make you feel good, too," you whined, grabbing at their waist, eyes lolling as Hange felt your abdomen spasm. Signalling your close release, Hange almost came from just that. An otherwise innocent title, sullied, by the filthiness in the room. Selfish thoughts plagued Hange, almost hoping that your lovely sounds were audible from outside the cabin. Hopes that Reiner could listen and learn his position. Not this one.

"That's it, baby, let 'em hear who you belong to," Hange rasped, your walls convulsing against their fingers.

"Only you, Captain, fuck—only you."

You hips trembled, incoherent moans as your release spilled all over Hange's hand, a ring of dampness on the sheets around your pelvis. Body riding the shockwaves before stilling, eyes empty as you stared at the ceiling, mouth agape, panting.

"Hange— that was," You couldn't finish your sentence, admiring the person before you as their lips etched into a arrogant smirk,

"Good, huh?" 

Your eyebrows titled up as you saw the reflection of Hange's own slick spread between their upper thighs.

"Wanna taste you," you mumbled, voice still lacking strength, barely trusting your limp arms to successfully pull Hange's leg over your chest.

Their features switched to surprise, mouth falling open as you placed them into a straddle above your breasts. Their throbbing centre hovering right above your face,

"Love, you don't have to,"

"I really, really want to," You pleaded, voice whiny once again, almost drunk. Hands drawing Hange's pelvis closer to your wanting mouth, as you lapped long, tentative licks over their tender flesh.

Hange closed their eyes, top lip quipping as they exhaled shakily, hips riding the sensation of your warm tongue on their heat. Their hand reached down to flick the wet strands of hair out of your mouth, exposing your face as it contorted with pleasure. Eyes closed, savouring Hange's saltiness as you parted their folds with your tongue. 

Hange cursed, "Atta girl, you're doing so well, baby," Their sweet praise made you tense, moaning as you sucked them in. The grip on their legs ceased, as they lowered themself fully onto your flattened tongue. Looking up at them, making eye contact as your cheeks were splashed with saliva, Hange spreading their slick all over your face as it dripped.

"Look so pretty like this," Hange wanted to go easier on you, knowing your lack of experience. Yet, it was hard to contain themselves when your enjoyment was so vocal, eager guttural sounds reverberating from deep within your throat.

Grabbing at the plushy skin of Hange's ass, you pushed your tongue deeper, rolling over Hange's clit,

"S'like you were born for eating pussy," Hange hissed, hand grabbing at the top of your head for stability as they glided their hips over your mouth.

Their thighs quivered over your chest, you spotted their stomach twitching as their movements got more erratic, chasing their release. 

A few more licks at their clit, your fingers dug into Hange's skin, easing your own build up of tension upon seeing Hange in a state of disarray. Their usual disposition of control and restraint ceasing, as you fucked them into their climax.

"Shit—," Hange groaned, hips rutting over your face, thighs clamping around you, almost cutting off air supply as the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, though that could've also just been the intoxication of Hange, who knows.

You felt Hange clench above you before their release seeped into your mouth, you sucked it all up, like such a good girl.

"Fuck, baby, you were so good at that," Lifting themselves off you, you looked up at them expectantly. A glimmering sparkle back in your doe eyes as you asked them if you did okay, eager for more of Hange's praise.

Hange kissed you, lips pressed tightly as their hand grabbed at your jaw.

"I'm afraid, I’m never letting go of you, my love,"

"Good, 'cos I'm not going anywhere,"

—

i had to wordvomit this out before i exploded, lmk yalls thoughts— comment feedback, reblog or like to ur hearts content <3

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 | eren jaegar

warnings . . . fem reader ( she / her prns ), established relationship, black reader!, eren has a dick piercing & he likes bein’ called god :3, he also spits in your mouth, lotsa praise, squirting, oral sex ( f -> m), reader’s a bit of a brat but ‘s okie !

word count . . . approx. 6.4k

maisie's note ! . . . dis is da song mentioned at d beginning ! i had it playing almost da entire time i spent writing this fic + ariana’s song is basically . . . da reason for dis entire thing !

RINI’s oceane plays gently from the white, pill shaped, jbl speaker resting on the black, quartz countertop inside of the bathroom. nibbling on the long, acrylic layered, tapered square nail of your thumb, you watch your boyfriend’s tatted, muscled back flex and strain as he brushes his teeth in front of the sink from your position in bed. you feel as though your words are literally stuck in your throat — pointy ends sinking into the structure of your esophagus as the rounded letters block your airway which have you opening your mouth then snapping it back closed to take in a deep inhale and blow it back out slowly, time over and time again. you’re nervous … and you’re not exactly sure why. you have no reason to be, you think. it’s just a simple question you want to ask the man currently stepping out from the bathroom to walk towards the foot of the bed and yet, you feel an urge to dart into traffic at the imaginary outcomes your brain’s conjuring up if he happened to say that two-lettered word you despise most — ‘no.’

“hey,” you try out, your voice soft and delicate from literal hours of disuse. “g’mornin’.”

you catch eren’s attention though. you make him lift his eyes so they meet yours, gorgeous teal to sleepy brown, as he drops the towel swathed around his waist to snatch up the pair of ethika briefs thrown on the ottoman beside black, straight legged jeans and a balenciaga hoodie. “did i wake you?” he asks, thick eyebrows gathering close as he slips them up the firm muscles of his thighs.

you shake your head, “no, i woke up while you were in the shower.”

here’s the thing about eren, — he is strict on routine. monday through thursdays he’s up at six am come the twinkling chimes of his phone alarm. twenty minute shower is immediately after, no if-ands-or-buts, then he brushes his teeth, gets dressed in a usual outfit of hoodie and jeans (occasionally he swaps out the hoodie for a short sleeved v neck or maybe the jeans for sweat-shorts), has breakfast, and he’s out of the door by seven fifteen. he gets to his job — a tattoo and piercing parlor entitled paradis at seven fifty which allows him a ten minute interval to open up shop and get his station ready for his first client of the day.

you’re not exactly sure how you’re going to somehow force your boyfriend to ram a dent into his periodic, run-of-the-mill schedule . . and on a tuesday at that, but, if anything, you’re determined to. you need to. “so . .” you watch him pull his hoodie over his head, obscuring sharp, black ink printed over his pecs, collarbones, and arms from view. “what are you doin’ tomorrow?”

eren’s combing his tousled, shoulder length locks up with his fingers to gather it all in a bun which he ties somewhat securely with the band he keeps on his wrist at all times near the back of his head. he gives you a look — one that makes the corner of his lips pull down in a lour. “tomorrow’s tuesday, i’m working, baby.”

god, this is going to be harder than you thought.

you kiss your teeth with a slick ‘mmcht’ sound, “well,” you scratch the back of your neck. “i was thinking that . . maybe you could take off tomorrow.”

he makes a small, gruff sound of slight interest. you can hear him walking over to the dresser where he keeps his jewelry. “hm — and why should i do that?”

“because i’m your girlfriend and you love me.”

his smile is pretty. there’s really no other word to truly describe it. it makes his usual, handsome-although-deadpanned face brighten and gleam as the straight, pearly whites reveal themselves between two, soft, bronze-toned lips. he’s grinning at you as he tosses a gold, rope chain around his neck and clips his favorite rolex over his wrist. “as much as that’s true,” he’s trailing over to your side of the bed, bringing along with him the scent of fresh, clean soap and expensive cologne. “you’ve been begging me for a new, diamond anklet for a month now and how do you think i manage to buy those for you, huh?”

he tilts your chin up high with a knuckle so that you can look up at his towering frame. you pout at his question. “but . . but baby, i hit two million subscribers on youtube and i had this whole, cute video idea of you doing my makeup ‘cause everyone wants to see you now and if you say no, i’m going to cry, and throw a fit and you’re gonna be a mean, horrible boyfriend and i know you don’t want to be that, do you?” you’re standing up on your knees now, tugging on the pocket of his hoodie with the cutest frown on your face.

god, if you weren’t the most spoiled fucking thing on planet earth.

in a way, eren knows he should blame himself for your self-centered, brattish behavior. he grants you any and everything you ask for because it’s simply hard not to. sometimes, a pout isn’t what breaks him but a smile. the dreamy, drop-dead gorgeous beam that spreads across your face when you see him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, when he swipes his card at the make up outlets you drag him to, and at five-star, tower-revolving restaurants has his heart inside of a vice-grip and you know this. “mm,” he groans through his nose, closes his eyes, and pinches his nose bridge. he’s contemplating.

“eren, please?” you’re whispering sweetly, trying your best time sway him over to ‘yes, fine.’ “please? just one video?”

he blinks his eyes back open slowly, “clients,” he says as if just realizing — as if broken out of the puppy-eyed trance you subjected him to. “i have clients, i can’t cancel on them.”

it’s rare that you have to whip out the big guns. big guns being a dramatic façade of bubbling tears and sniffles as you plop back down on your butt. and in response, he’s giving you this bored, catatonic expression that shows he’s used to it. “you’re not being fair, you know that?”

you fold your arms over your chest, “i’m the one not being fair?”

eren rolls his eyes and snatches up his vans to shove his feet into and lace up beside the door. “just for that, now you can wait. i’ll make up my mind later.”

“eren!”

he ignores your little wails while grabbing his phone and keys from off of the nightstand and walking out of the room with a simple, “i love you. come lock the door after i leave.”

you should know just as much as you adore teasing and putting up a bit of a fight when provoked to, eren does the same. you had expected to wallow and pout and sob all day in bed until your malignant, execrable of a boyfriend got home, per contra, your phone dings with a text message as you’re locking the front door. in the company of a jutted bottom lip, you’re using facial identification to unlock the device and open the new message from ‘baby<3’ that reads:

fine.

your love for make up, skin care and, basically, all things beauty began at the budding age of five years old. the palettes of chalky eyeshadow, pulverized blush, and lipgloss composed of more wax and glitter than anything, you received on christmas and birthdays filled your little heart up with so much joy that it was indescribable. thankfully, your parents saw just how much you enjoyed painting your face with the cosmetics and when you hit ten, you were already roping your dad into drugstores to buy you the real deal.

the excitement and happiness makeup brought you never dulled. you uploaded your first tutorial on youtube at eighteen, around the time you first met eren, and now at twenty two you’re hitting your two million milestone.

your subscribers’ infatuation with eren began about a year ago when he reached a tatted arm across your vanity while you were doing your makeup to pluck a fast food cup from it and take a swig of your strawberry lemonade. you decided to leave the clip in — surmising that the domesticity of him grumbling about you ‘drinking it all and barely leaving any for him’ and your responding giggles as you looked up at him was too cute to trim out. there had also been another occurrence of you answering his facetime call while color correcting that made him chuckle over the receiver at how silly you looked that trended over twitter for a few days and caught a lot of attention.

you have never been the type to hide your relationship neither. you continuously boast about how fine eren was, how he won an award for tattoo’ing last year, about the many dates he takes you on — you suppose that maybe you were a tease. and, to put simply, your subscribers couldn’t take it anymore. they were curious. they needed to know who this man was.

“i’m craving a fuckin’ bacon double-cheeseburger,” eren sniffs while lounging back in the white, swirling chair you loaned him.

your fujifilm x-s10 camera is recording, your ring lights are on, and so is your fairy lights that drape prettily over the white shelves of books, plants, and trinkets you use for a backdrop behind you. humming, you make sure your butterfly locs are hanging right before flicking one over your shoulder, “do i look okay?” you turn your stool to face eren who gives you a long look from the ass-length locs on your head to the white prada sandals on your feet.

when he drags his eyes back up, a lazy smile slides across his lips prior to him licking them, “yeah,” he utters softly, peering at you through his lashes. “you look good, baby.”

a grin of startlement lights up your face as your heart skips a beat at that look. you hold your hand up with your palm facing him and shake your head, looking towards the camera, “i am not playing with you today, eren.”

“i just answered your question?—“

“—no need for an intro. welcome back to my channel, if you’re new here my name is ( ♡ ) and this pretty man right here is my boyfriend eren,” you bring him in close by the face to kiss the skin of his cheek as he hums as a greeting. “and today he’s going to be doing my make up. you think you’re up for it, mr. jaeger?”

he’s already thumbing with tubes of lipgloss and opening palettes when he shoots back coolly, “i don’t know. we’ll have to see, mrs. jaeger.”

you fluster with bashfulness, as much as you try to fight it, and kicks his shin underneath the table. “alright, so start,” you straighten your spine. “you can’t ask me what anything is, okay? you have to do it all on your own.”

eren inhales some air through his teeth as he combs his hair back with his fingers. “mm, okay,” he mumbles underneath his breath. he wracks his brain for the small glances he’d take of you doing your make up while he walked in and out of the room all these days before. it seems to him you’re always trying out a new product aside from . . “you always start with this shit.” he grabs hold of a pink and white ombré squeeze tube bottle with ‘too faced hangoverx’ printed across it. it’s a staple for you. after opening it, instead of simply applying some of the product upon the tips of his fingers and rubbing it in, the way that you do it, eren angles the opening of the bottle upon peaks of your face which he squeezes the primer onto before doing so.

“oh, god,” you’re giggling at the foreign touch of his fingers tapping over your face which makes him have to roll his chair in closer.

he fixes you with a bored stare, “stop movin’. what’s so funny?”

not wanting to disturb his flow, you shake your head, “nothing. keep going.”

he’s popping the cap back on the container while pulling the iridescent pink mason jar you keep your go-to make up brushes in towards the edge of the vanity before picking the first one he sees — the flat brush you normally use for concealer. “don’t be laughing at me. i’ll pull your little ass over my lap and s—“

“—i’m going to have to edit that out now, eren!” you whine. you absolutely hate editing and you try your best to keep it at a minimal. however, knowing eren and his apathetic impudence, you know this video is going to be cut-and-paste central.

he lifts your chin by a knuckle so he can start blending the primer a little bit more into your skin. “don’t edit it,” he utters in reply as if that was an unexacting solution. you blink up into the moss-green of his eyes, unable to keep from noticing just how long and delicate his eyelashes are that frame them. when he blinks, they touch the apples of his cheeks and spring back up near his brow bone. you strangely want to comb mascara through them. “there.” he plops the brush back inside the jar and nibbles upon the flesh of his bottom lip in consideration.

“what now?”

he gives you a sideways glance, “. . uh, f-foundation? that shit.” he snatches the bottle of your fenty beauty foundation and shakes it a bit before angling the applicator over your face and pumping it all over. “then you use this brush, right?” he grabs a tapered, buffing brush with dense bristles which makes you lift your eyebrows in slight surprise. you didn’t know he paid that much attention. so far, all of the products he’s been using have been correct, aside from him wielding your concealer brush to pat in your primer.

while he’s brushing the full-coverage product over the canvas of your face, you can’t help but fist the fabric of his sweats in your fist. no reason to, honestly, just wanted to touch him. “maybe we can tell them how we met while we do this, baby?”

he’s concentrating, eyebrows linked close and tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “yeah, sure,” he mumbles. “tell them how you acted like a smart, know-it-all just ‘cause you wanted my attention, huh?”

you swat his chest with a huff, “i did not,” you pout. “we met through our mutual friend, sasha, at a restaurant to celebrate her birthday. i was eighteen, eren was nineteen and — wait, no, my first impression of you was—“

“—he’s sexy as fuck and i’m going to try my absolute best to get on his nerves, because that’s exactly what your smart ass did—“

“—oh, fuck you.”

“yeah?” he smiles and you feel his fingers drop from your chin to wrap around the column of your throat. he tugs you in roughly to smack his lips into yours for two, three, four? pecks before pulling away and going back to blending your foundation up into your ears. the action is so swift and quick that you’re sure you almost catch whiplash. “watch your tone.”

“anyways,” you roll your eyes, fighting to keep your smile in. something in you likes switching the button of your ‘brat mode’ on and off because you like how easy it is for eren to snap you back in place with a simple look, or phrase of, ‘keep playing with me and watch what i’ll do.’ of course, you’ve never told him this and you doubt you ever will, but something inside of you knows eren has picked up on it and that’s why he doesn’t really spare you a glance when you catch a sudden attitude out of no where. you like his attention, no, love it actually and when you got it, you were happiest. however, eren has been trying to teach you lately that not everything will go your way just because you want it to. you have to earn what you want.

and most of the time that includes his dick and attention, whether you like it or not.

“i thought eren was this stuck up, snobby, rich boy when i met him because he came to the restaurant dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoodie,” you close your eyes when he grabs the tube of concealer to draw a line over the lids then little triangles beneath your eyes followed by a line dragging upwards on the outer part towards your temple.

“like that, right?”

you shrug at his question and he clicks his jaw in frustration. “anyways, upon sitting down, we’re all talking and stuff and i catch him looking at the menu when our waitress comes by to take our order, then he asks her if he can have the crudité as his whore-derv.”

eren shakes his head and caps the concealer back up after drawing a dick on your nose and putting some on your chin and forehead. “i didn’t say it like that.”

you giggle and punch his shoulder, “yes, you did! and i corrected you and told you it’s pronounced hors d'oeuvre and you gave me this . . look.” it’s always hard to explain. every time you think about that day, you think about the certain look he gave you. a bright glint in his eye that made it seem like he wanted to kiss, kill, and marry you at the same while. “and then he was pussy-whipped from there on out. literally hounded me for my number while i walked to my car when we were all leaving.”

“you gave it to me the first time i asked and i walked you to your car, don’t play with me,” he pulls you in close by the throat again while smiling and you hum playfully while looking up at him. “maybe so, maybe not. i don’t remember it happening like that.”

he clicks his tongue and lazily lines contour over your forehead and jawline. “do that stupid fish face.” you suck in your cheeks to make your lips pucker cutely as he outlines the contour to bring out your cheekbones. “there you go,” he whispers underneath his breath. “good fuckin’ girl.”

he lets you go when he’s done and caps it. “now i get to use that sponge, i think. where is it?” he shuffles around the vanity and drawers for a moment before he sees it buried in the jar with your brushes. he shoves his huge hand inside of it, almost breaking the glass, prior to retrieving the sponge shaped like a mushroom in honor of colour pop’s collaboration with mario kart as a promotion package you received last year. with the sponge, eren starts to pat the cream products all in and you take the time to grow quiet again and close your eyes, melting into the comfort of having him so near.

his face was only inches away from yours so you can smell the spearmint of the gum he was chewing on his breath that occasionally brushes over your face. you can tell he also washed his hair too … and with your shampoo which doesn’t comes as a surprise since he claims the brand you buy makes his hair feel softer. you blink your eyes back open daintily to find him already staring at you too and you can’t help but smile and go a bit shy, “u-uhm . . what was your first impression when you first saw me?”

he bounces the sponge over your chin then smirks, “i don’t know, man,” he mumbles. “thought you were pretty as fuck, if you really want me to be honest. had on this . . tight ass, light blue dress with your hair and make up all done …“ his mind takes him back to the day. takes him back to sitting there at the table in the corner of a dimly, lit restaurant, staring at you without an ounce of shame in his body. you’d sometimes glimpse over and catch him, however, he never looked away. “cute ass.”

you giggle and throw your arms over his shoulders, blown away dumbfounded that he actually remembered what you wore. “then the second time we met,” he blends in the concealer under your eyes which leaves the products all melded and fused smoothly, then drops the brush on the vanity. “uh, i took you on a date . . we went to the fair.”

you gasp at the memory, “you won me this gigantic, pink, panda bear at the stall games! and . . and we ate like four funnel cakes together and you almost threw up on the ferris wheel. awe, baby,” you peck his lips and brush more of his hair back to get a better look at his handsome face. “one of my favorite dates we’ve been on.”

“i’m glad,” suddenly, as if a spring had been faulted in his seat, eren brings you in by your chair to align his lips upon yours and kisses you. his tatted hand holds your face firmly in place as your lips began to move slowly with light, clicking sounds and small smacks. you breathe him in completely, pulling him closer and closer until you felt yourself climbing his lap which doesn’t take neither of you by surprise. you end up with your knees caged around his hips and your hands tangled in the tufts of sorrel-brown waves as his tongue skims the seam of your lips before prying them open. neither of you can really help yourself at this point.

his large hands are sliding up the back of your thighs, bare due to you wearing a pair of tiny, denim shorts today. then they find your ass cheeks which he squeezes, right before pulling the palm of his right hand back an inch and slamming it back down to make you give a cute sound between a squeak and moan. eren’s been trying to control his urges this entire time if he wants to be entirely candid with himself. it’s hard having your face right in front of his and not doing anything about it. there’s been more than a few instances where it hadn’t took much — just him fucking staring at you while you talked has got him bricked up within seconds. this right here . . he considers it torture.

“w-wait, baby, no,” you’re whining and pulling and pouting — everything eren does not want, to free yourself from his embrace and he groans in irritation, tilting his head back against the chair he’s seated in. “we have to finish.” you take your seat again and adjust your locs, feeling as though two million people just saw you blatantly make out with your boyfriend. “i have to edit that out, too.”

eren tilts his head back forward and blows out a breath. his hand grabs your favorite setting powder. “we set this shit now, right?”

from there on out, it’s almost like he’s whizzing through the process. he ends up actually making your eyeliner sharp and crisp just because of how fast he flicked his fingers and drew it on. “wait, c’mere,” he pulls your face in really close until your noses are almost touching. “i like when you do that inner corner shit.” he tries his best to draw the tiny triangle and . . it looks somewhat good. it’s not bad, but it’s not as small and precise as you do it. eren doesn’t care that much. he’s dusting blush over your cheeks and nose bridge with a brush which makes you sneeze and he chuckles. “you can do your eyebrows and eyelashes and shit,” he utters while grabbing a tube of white and pink eyeliner. “i want to draw.”

“on my face, eren?”

he shushes you, “i’ll make it look nice, daddy promises.” he ends up dotting tiny stars over your cheeks and nose bridge with the two colors . . almost like freckles. “then . . i like that dark outline and clear lipgloss shit on your lips.” he drops the eyeliner to pick up a random, dark pencil which is an eyebrow product and lines your lips with smooth, exact lines that follow the shape of them. he makes you rub them together when he’s done to blend the harsh contours then lets you apply the lipgloss yourself. from there on, he grabs a random setting spray and spritzes your face with it all over to complete it.

he’s smiling at the finished product, teasingly keeping your hello kitty shaped, handheld mirror hidden behind his back before showing you. “ready?” he asks.

you tap your feet, anxiously. “yes! lemme see already.”

“you sure?”

“eren!”

he holds up the mirror and your eyebrows instantly raise in a state of startlement. your reflection staring back at you through the mirror looks actually . . good. you find that he, if truth be told, blended in your foundation and contour quite nicely, and although the blush was a bit misplaced, you adore the star-freckles he added. “i’m . . i’m really surprised, eren. woah,” you tilt your face this way and that, admiring the liner and choice of lip.

eren tchs, staring at you as if just realizing something, “i forgot that shiny shit.”

you hum quizzically.

“the stuff you put on your cheeks.”

“. . oh, highlighter.” you nod. “no, no. i feel like this is good on its own, this is amazing actually. you did way better than i thought. the only product you misused was the eyebrow pencil on my lips, i’m proud of you.”

eren sets the mirror down and hums, tilting his head when he leans in to softly peck your lips. it’s a sweet sign of affection since he doesn’t make any other move than that and you smile cutely, “. . i think i’ll leave this part in.”

“good.”

you stand and decide to take a seat on his lap to film the outro. “and this is the finished look. i think my baby did well, ten out of ten for me.” you squeeze his face between your hands. “now when i hit three million subscribers the two of us will be back so that i can do eren’s make up!—“

he lifts his eyebrows. “—really?”

“please remember to like and subscribe and all that cool stuff. i’ll see you guys on friday with a new video. muah!” you blow a big kiss to the camera before turning to eren. “you gotta blow one, too.”

he groans and bury his face into your neck. you roll your eyes and give a final wave for him before grabbing the tiny remote off of your vanity to press a button and end the recording.

if eren’s honest, he isn’t quite sure what ensues after — it all kind of happens in a whirl. all he really knows is that one minute you’re sitting on his lap and the next, you’re squirming out of his arms, knees hitting the floor and you’re tugging his sweats down to wrap your small hand around his half-hard cock. he bucks up into your fist at the first touch, “woah,” pleasantly surprised. “what …”

you press a kiss right upon the silver barbell that pricks through a thin patch of skin right underneath the fat, mushroom head of his cock. “i just . . wanted it. ‘s this okay?” you’re looking up at him with big, pretty eyes that makes his heart thud just a little bit harder against the cage of his ribs. is this okay? what kind of question was that?

“yeah, baby,” he rasps. “it’s okay.”

you wiggle your hips and hold him upright with your thumb and middle finger as your tongue drags a thick stripe up the underside. he tastes a bit like sweat and soap — you’re borderline drooling when your tongue dips a bit lower to lave over the smooth skin of his heavy balls. eren doesn’t know where the hell women like you come from.

one moment so smart mouthed and slick, giving him rolled eyes, middle fingers, and pouts then the next, all docile and compliant, fluttered eyelashes, glassy eyed, and sweet.

he watches you gather a sloppy mass of spit to drip on his cock and smoothly follow its path with your tongue to ease him into the back of your throat. “awe, fuck,” he tilts his head off onto the seat as his eyes swing back within his skull at the tight warmth your little mouth brings. he adores you, very much so. he doesn’t think anyone else can keep him on his toes the way you do. “god, i fuckin’ love you,” he chuckles softly.

you give a small snicker at his sudden confession and pushes his hoodie up with your other hand, wanting to see the way his abs tauten and stretch each time his piercing hits your gag reflex. you start to attend to a rhythmic, even pattern — keeping your cheeks sucked in to provide a snug grip as you let your drool froth and foam thick bubbles at his base.

eren’s mouth is slightly agape as he watches you through hooded lids, eyes significantly darker than they were five minutes ago. what was once a brilliant teal, now a murky sage.

you lift your eyes up to meet his, establishing steady and solid eye contact and makes sure he keeps looking when you pop off with a pretty gasp, lips swollen and tongue bridged to his tip by a bubbly line of thick saliva. eren shakes his head, “nah, nah,” he’s mumbling lowly, feeling his brain wandering dimly into a darker, more sinister sector where he’s convinced the only two people left on this planet is you and him.

you like to call the sudden stance change a bit scary. you can see his brain practically forming itself around a more assertive, domineering slant by the way his hand presses into the back of your head and forces you back down until your nose is touching the bare skin above his shaft. “there you fuckin’ go,” he grunts lowly, ignoring your coughs and splutters as you jab the edges of your acrylics into the strong meat of his thighs. he forces you off again, just to watch you gasp for air and then shoves you back down a second later. “still not all the way there, doll. want you to drop for me.”

it doesn’t occur to you what drop exactly means until it happens — until you feel your mind go a bit cloudy and dull as your eyes tear and nose start to leak at the rough treatment your throat’s receiving. you drop when your nails stop digging into his skin and you stop holding back which leaves you limp and able to relax your throat to take his cock inside of it fully. then eren pulls you off.

there’s a stifled ringing in your ears as you blink up at him, watching him lean in close while smiling and grabbing you roughly by the face to make your lips pucker. “there you fuckin’ go. this is my good girl,” he gives two firm pats to your face, making you smile and hum, wonderfully dumb and gormless. he pulls you back up onto his lap by your arms, practically snatching off your shorts and popping open the buttons of your body-suit that clipped securely at your crotch. “mmm,” he’s looking up at you while tapping his wet, long cock upon the fat of your dripping pussy.

you mewl and circle your hips slow, trying your best to just sink down on it but eren’s holding you with one tatted hand by the hip, keeping you from doing so. you’re weak, already sniffling and crying, whimpering out tiny ‘eren, please’s’ as he smiles and ignores you. “fuckin’ filthy, aren’t you?” he dips two of his fingers past your lips to touch your throat when he pushes you down. he feels the way you choke and the way your little throat spasms as your tiny pussy gets split open by the fat of his cock the more he raises his hips to meet you halfway. “fuuuuuck.”

eren pulls his fingers out to grab you by the soft flesh of your ass and starts to rock up and down slowly, wanting you both to savor it for a minute.

you’re moaning, already a pile of weak goo as you hold onto the hem of his hoodie, staring into his eyes. “feels good?” he asks you quietly. you nod, too dumb to realize that you should probably vocalize it though you can’t. you couldn’t, even if you tried and thankfully, eren understands. “yeah?”

you nod again, this time giving a sweet, “mhm.”

he starts to rock you just a little bit faster and your mouth drops open. eren groans and pushes you faster . . and faster until ultimately you both realize that you’re starting to bounce on your own. the thick meat of your ass is clapping down on his thighs with each rebound and you can hear the slick of your juices mixing in with his as the chair squeaks underneath both of your weight. “just like that,” eren drags his nails down the arch of your back to smack your ass and make you whine. “shit!”

the thread of self-control is shedding into nothing between you both when you trade the bounces to take a firm seat on his thighs and push yourself back and forth, brushing that fucking piercing against that tender tissue of sensitive nerves nestled inside of you that makes drool start to trickle down your chin. eren’s moans are loud as he meets you thrust for thrust. he watches the way your tits move inside your shirt, nipples hard and straining against the cotton.

your hands slip from his shoulders to tangle inside of his hair. “g-gonna make me cum,” you sniff, voice quiet and small. “e-eren, you’re . . y-y’gonna make me cum.”

“gonna make me cum, too, baby.”

there isn’t a word to describe how it feels.

you both go quiet for a moment, working desperately towards your highs with him lifting his hips and you bouncing and it hits like a truck.

you’re loud and eren’s gasping, pulling you in close with both his arms wrapped around your back as if he were hugging you. his cum is seeping past your cervix it feels like . . shooting and gathering into the small crevice of your womb as yours seeps out of you like a waterfall — running and slipping down his balls and to the chair. you’re pulling at his hair, involuntarily tugging honestly, as your body twitches and trembles on the come down. “h-holy shit,” you’re crying you realize, little sobs pushing from your throat. “oh my god.”

you’re both breathing hard and eren groans upon realizing that he isn’t finished. there’s still a buzzing warmth coursing through his veins that makes him run his hands up your sides to your neck to grab your face and pull it from his neck to kiss you. he mumbles something on your lips.

“h-huh?”

he looks up at you, “don’t stop,” he repeats lowly and you let out a yelp of surprise when he grabs you by the hips to start to move you again. “don’t fuckin’ stop.”

“eren.”

you’re positive that you can’t take anymore. your cunt’s already bruised and sensitive, cervix tender and weak . . you can’t take it. you soon realize that you’re babbling this and dragging your nails across his wrists and he’s shaking his head, pupils blown as he stares into your eyes. “you can,” he tells you.

suddenly you feel the world tipping on its axis for a second prior to your back touching the white, faux rabbit-fur rug that lays underneath your vanity as he looms up above you on his spread knees with your calves thrown over his strong shoulders. “you can take it for me.” he pins your hips down when he starts to fuck you. it seems like it’s even faster this time. he’s fucking you like he’s sure in the fact you won’t break. no matter how hard his thrusts are, no matter how far he bends your legs back, no matter how brutal … you won’t break. “ ‘cause you’re my good girl, huh?”

his hair provides a cloak and shields your faces from the rest of the world when he leans down and kisses you. you nod at his question, moaning and hiccuping inside the heat of his mouth. “so fuckin’ good.” it’s so messy . . there’s loud squelches as he fucks the mix of cum in and out of you and it drips over the clefts of your ass and past the silver of skin that separates your pussy from your taint. but it feels unworldly. your eyes cross with each plunge of his cock into the barrier of your cervix. “ohhh god,” you cry through a whimper. “god, eren — god!”

he bites his bottom lip, watching you lose all sense of the world underneath him. “mhm,” he mumbles, swinging his hips harder into yours. “mm, ‘m your god, baby? is that right?”

your answer is immediate, “y-yessss.”

he grabs your face again, squeezing your cheeks until your tongue is forced out of your mouth by the pressure. and when the cushion of pink is placed on display, he gathers a wad of spit on his own to shoot it down into yours. “swallow it.”

you do so with a shiver of bliss and he groans, trembling along with you. “f-fuck, gonna make me cum again, doll.”

you’re begging him to give it to you with your feet dangling in the air above his head. his pounds are focused and hell-bent on doing so. you feel yourself nearing that edge of ecstasy once again — this time with a sharp twinge that makes you clamp your shaking legs at the knees as your face twists up in what looks like pain. eren goes to pull out, growing concerned but then it happens. your cum is splashing and raining out of you in a spew, drenching his hips and the pockets of his hoodie as you gasp and wheeze.

the sight is just enough for his eyes to roll back as his own cum sows your insides — painting creamy white over pretty, bubblegum pink.

you both don’t dare to speak nor move.

you want to bask in the aftermath of this deeply-out-of-fucking-body experience for as long as you possibly can.

but, when it ultimately passes around three minutes later, eren slumps forward with languor and groans, body feeling heavy. you run your fingers through his hair and hold him close, of course.

“i love you,” he mumbles into the skin of your neck, a soft kiss following the words which makes you smile. “mm,” you hum in content. “i love you so much more.”

❤︎ — all rights reserved ! © tnyiest !

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫₀︎₉︎

♘︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 + 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 (𝐧𝐨 𝐫*𝐩𝐞/𝐬𝐚), 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭)

♘︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

♘ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟕k

♘ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫; 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♘︎ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @desiray562 @gabzlovesu @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @indiecursor @protectpancakes @hufflefluffwh0re

「︎ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 + 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 」︎

IT WAS A PEACEFUL SILENCE AS Y/N WATCHED KENTO WEIGH AND PACKAGE. He worked on the top floor of the building Geto’s shop was in, preparing his incoming supply of green. Y/n was there, simply to mind his business and hers while she was there. Nanami preferred to work in silence, in par with his personality outside of selling drugs. When Y/n met him, prior to meeting Geto, almost a year ago, she was very surprised that the smartest man she’d known was a drug dealer.

“Shit.” He cursed, pulling Y/n’s attention from her phone as she looked at him with mild concern.

“What’s the problem, Chief?” She watched expectantly as Nanami pushed his glasses up and rubbed the bridge of his nose, something he did when irritated.

“That fucker, Hiroshima, gave me three grams less than what he said should be in here. Three!”

Anyone would be upset over not getting what they were supposed to get, but Hiroshima’s been in the game long enough to know the difference between 200g and 197g. Y/n watched as the usually calm salesman, angrily called Hiroshima to cuss him out. Now, for as long as she’s known the blond, he never came off as violent but she knew better than to assume that he couldn’t. Honestly, every last one of Geto’s friends could hold their own, against each other—and anyone else.

Speaking of Geto, Y/n’s phone vibrated at a continuous pace, removing her attention from Nanami’s fuming figure to the phone in her lap. Geto’s face had took up the screen with his phone number and Y/n answered.

“Hey, what are you doing later tonight?”

Y/n shrugged, remembering that Kenji said he’d be hanging out with friends. “Nothin’, why?”

The sound of the tattoo needle being used filtered through the phone speaker and into Y/n’s ears. So, he was with a client then.

“Shoko and Choso conjured up a hangout for tonight. Celebrate the break and shit, I told ‘em I’d let you know about it. And to let Nanami know.”

At the mention of Nanami, Y/n looked over at him, still cussing Hiroshima out. “Yeah, i’m down. Nanami might be late though.”

“Why?”

“Hiroshima screwed him over.” She explained simply, tugging at the end of the hoodie she stole from Kenji.

Geto took in a deep breath, possibly surprised that Hiroshima would even try something like that with Nanami. ‘Shima may be the supplier, but Nanami’s not one to fuck with. Especially when it came to business.

“Shit. That’s fucked up.”

Y/n hummed in response, listening to the needle puncture someone’s skin with a low buzz. She missed it. “That dude fuckin you right?”

“Boy, bye!”

KENJI NAKAMURA WATCHED HIS girlfriend get ready with heated eyes. She had came over to finish getting dressed and to collect whatever she had left before the break started. Kenji mistakenly thought, that maybe she came over to see him. To spend time with him, before he left. But at the mere mention of Geto, it left a sour taste in Kenji’s mouth and he did not like that. Y/n hadn’t mentioned Geto out loud, nor even directly. Kenji just knew, and assumed, that if she says she’s hanging out with the gang, then he’s there too.

“Babe, why do you look like that? And, aren’t you supposed to be with your boys?” Y/n asked, moving around the room swiftly, not even bothering to look at him as she spoke.

Kenji flexed his jaw in anger and took a deep breath in and then out. Is she that oblivious to how he was feeling? Why he canceled on his friends the minute she told him about her hanging out with them?

Geto and them.

After all these years, Kenji still held a grudge on the man who stole his girlfriend from him and made a big deal about it. Yuri was beautiful and way out of Kenji’s league at the time. He knew it, she knew it, everyone at their school knew it. But she chose him and that pissed Geto off.

The young teen spent most of his junior year in high school, trying to keep his girlfriend away from Geto and his friends. Until Yuri went to a party of Gojo’s, Kenji stuck at home with the flu, and slept with the popular senior who had been desperate to get his teeth into her.

A childish grudge, but the torment Kenji went through in the aftermath of the situation justified everything he was about to do and had done, and this was just the icing on the cake.

“Shota had an engineering project to do last minute and Akira was having girl trouble.” Kenji spoke cooly, eyes still trained on Y/n’s busy figure.

The dark skin girl wore bootcut jeans and a cropped baseball tee. A pair of low Air Jordan’s 1’s were on her feet and a baseball cap on top of her twisted hair. She grabbed the oversized, faux fur coat and put it on before grabbing her bag and phone. “Damn, sure you don’t wanna come?” Y/n asked, checking her outfit out in the floor length mirror behind his door.

“Nah. You go have fun.” He turned back in his desk chair to open his laptop, video editing app opened already displaying his latest project.

Without another glance, Y/n gave Kenji a half hearted goodbye and was out of his shared apartment with a quickness. Part of Kenji wanted to feel bad for what he was about to do. Y/n truly hadn’t done anything wrong, but old habits die hard and Kenji needed to hurt Geto the best way he knew how.

Even if it meant Y/n being collateral.

"PLEASE RYO! NOBARA SWEARS to stop clowning Gojo about his feet." Geto could hear the youngest of the three siblings, persuade his older brother to let them come tonight.

A deep chuckle escaped the tattoo artist at Sukuna's deadpan "No" followed with a growl from Kugisaki in return. Geto was currently finishing up a client; female and petite, her friend accompanying her to, what Geto discovered, her first tattoo. They seemed around the kids' age, no older than nineteen.

Mio, his client, had came in timid and all. Y/n had booked this appointment on one of the days she was filling in for Yuji as receptionist. She wanted a simple wrist tattoo of her birth flower, an easy feat for the experienced artist. Mio's friend, Kei, had came in with her and had been covered in ink herself, but not as much as he was.

They were an easy duo to speak to, Kei having a blunt attitude and dry humor that reminded him of Nanami and Mio holding a similar personality to Choso. He thought about introducing them to the kids. Deeming them a fit for the trio. Wiping away excess ink and bits of blood, Geto tapped the inside of Mio's arm.

"All done sweetheart. Take a look." Snapping off his gloves, he handed the girl the black hand-held mirror and watched her take in the new addition to her skin.

Kei stood and eyed the art carefully, her face changing into one of contentment. "Not too bad. Guess you aren't just a pretty face after all." She smirked whilst Mio let out a gasp.

Geto laughed, grabbing the mirror and putting on a fresh pair of gloves to wrap up Mio's tattoo. "Kei!" The girl scolded, using her free hand to swat at her rough mouthed friend.

"You're funny kid. Since I like you, i'm going to let that slide and introduce you to some kids I know."

Mio handed Geto the money after he finished wrapping her and the three left his room to find Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and Itadori behind the counter and on the computer, Sukuna behind them restocking jewelry in the display case. At Geto's presence, the three kids turned to them, eyeing the two girls behind him.

"Hey." Fushiguro spoke lowly, returning his attention to the Switch in his hands.

"What did ya get?" Nobara asked, nodding her head in Mio's direction.

A small blush decorated Mio's cheeks at being addressed. "Uh, three violet's to symbolize my birth month." She explained, bringing her wrist up to show the location of the tat.

"Mio and Kei go to school with us and they are your year. How about you guys get to know each other and go to the sushi bar down the street. I'll give you money for it." Geto suggested, heading to the front door to flip the 'Open' sign to 'Closed' and draw the curtains on the window.

Yuji pushed out from the rolling chair and hopped over the counter with a smile. "Free food and new friends? Hell yeah!"

Geto smiled and went to speak when he caught the girls' walking down the sidewalk to his shop. All of the women he knew were gorgeous, but they had nothing on Y/n. Even when she dressed so comfortably, she still looked amazing.

"Sure, i'm down for some sushi." Mio remarked shyly, to which Megumi grunted in response and Nobara nodded.

Kei scoffed, arms folded as she side eyed Geto. "I better not end up dead."

Sukuna laughed at that, getting up and closing the display case. "Kid, if we wanted you dead, you would be. Now, all of you, get out of the shop."

He sure did have a way with words.

Just as the five teens walked over to Geto to collect the money, Utahime had pulled on the door and was the first to enter, followed by Shoko, Mei Mei, Wendy, and Y/n. "Are you bribing children, Geto?"

He didn't miss the smirk in Mei Mei's voice as she walked past him. Geto rolled his eyes "That's your specialty, remember?"

"Jesus guys, we just got here. Save it for later." Wendy pleaded, thumping the back of Geto's head as she passed him and went to the kids to say hi.

"Want us to bring you back anything?" Nobara asked Geto, the rest of them heading outside to go eat.

Geto shook his head and joined his friends in waving the teens goodbye. Locking up the shop, him and Sukuna made sure everything was secure downstairs before heading up behind the girls. The fighter sent Geto a cocky smile as he pushed open the door to their place.

"What, bro?" He was annoyed before he even heard what Sukuna had to say.

"Y/n?" Sukuna asked hopefully.

Geto waved him off, a sinking feeling in his gut as he said the words he hated to say. "Nah man. Just friends."

Sukuna snorted and laughed. "Doubt it." Was what he said whilst entering their shared space.

Me too, Sukuna. Me too.

taglist: @solarisxu @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor@gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii@knjkitten@sweeneyblue1@namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @uniquelybeautiful @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16@caribbeanwifey19@emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @hufflefluffwh0re @waka-umm

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. damn. . . not me taking decades to write this.

into it. — g. suguru

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: fem!reader, age gap (Getō 31, reader early 20s), virginity loss, fingering, virgin!brat!reader, brat tamer!geto, corruption kink, hatefucking, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, size difference, cum sharing, finger sucking, mirror sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of pet names (sweetheart, princess), name-calling (brat, slut), reader experiences slight pain discomfort, mentions of aftercare, skin color is not mentioned.

a/n: this is completely self indulgent and i am not sorry

for @k-ryuuguji 's lights camera action collab!

“Cut!” The director yelled out, sighing and pinching the bridge of their nose. “Everyone take an hour, get lunch. Y/N, Getō, stay back a minute.”

You knew what this was about. You had worked on this once scene for half the day without any progress. No matter what you tried or how you portray your character, it just wasn't playing out the way it was supposed to. But then again, it was hard to play the love interest of someone you hated.

Ever since joining the cast of Jujutsu Kaisen, you and Getō Suguru butted heads. You hated his type. You hated how he thought he was better than everyone and how he looked down on you for being the youngest cast member besides Itadori Yūji. Sure, he was damn near ten years older than you, but that didn't make you less of an actor or even a bad one at that. You were convinced that guys like him just had ego’s bigger than their dicks. It was just a way for them to compensate.

“Tension is good for the role sometimes,” Gege, the director, told you and your co-star. “But whatever you two have going on is not. Get it sorted before we come back from lunch.”

You clenched your jaw before smiling sweetly, “You got it.”

As they walked away, you glanced at Getō before scoffing. You didn't say anything to him, deciding to leave yourself. You had ramen in your dressing room that was calling your name. When you went to walk away, a large hand clamped down on your wrist.

“Where do you think you're going?” Getō questioned, narrowing his eyes. “We were told to work this out.”

You almost snarled, roughly removing yourself from his grip, “There's no way in hell we're working past that big ass ego of yours.”

“Watch your mouth, princess,” He glowered, stepping forward as if to intimidate you. “Don't forget I can have you blacklisted before our break is over.”

You rolled your eyes, “Typical. The girl says no and the man threatens her. I'm not afraid of you, Suguru. If you really want to ‘talk things out’, at least let me eat first. That's what a gentleman would do. You'd know that if you weren't such a barbarian.”

This time when you walked away from him, he followed along silently. For once, he finally shut the fuck up and you could actually hear yourself think with him around. By the time you made it to your dressing room, you'd forgotten he was right behind you. You just hoped you didn't have anything sitting out that he would make fun of you for, like your plushie collection.

In all honesty, Getō didn't know what to expect. Maybe a shrine in his honor or something of the like. With how much you claimed to not like him, he figured maybe it was because you're secretly in love with him. Every time he tried to think about what reasons you had for hating him, he came up empty handed. It wasn't like he was the one that started it, either. One day you were nice to him and the next you literally told him to go fuck himself.

So imagine his surprise when you looked at him and said, “You can start with an apology.”

“Me?” His eyebrows shot up, a bewildered laugh escaping him. “I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one with the issue here.”

It was true. Getō had no qualms with you. But, it didn't mean he would sit there and take your shit. He would give it back, and has done so plenty of times.

You scoffed in response, “If you're gonna deny it, you can just leave. I already told you I'm perfectly fine not being civil.”

“Will you stop acting like a fuckin’ kid?” He growled, watching you reach into the bag sitting on your vanity.

You glanced over your shoulder, smirk tugging at your lips, “Okay, daddy. Whatever you say.”

He knew full and well that you were simply testing his patience. But, the sultry tone you used was not at all necessary or fair. It left him even more shocked than before. He hated that. No one has ever made him feel this conflicted and confused before.

“This was stupid,” He tried to recover, but you'd already seen the blush that hit his cheeks. And you silently cursed yourself for liking how he looked with a flushed face. “I won't apologize for something that I didn't do.”

You rolled your eyes, going to open the ramen pack when Getō took it from your hands, “Or is that the real issue here, Princess? Do you not get enough attention? So you bitch and moan like a brat?”

Your first instinct was to yell at him and grab for your food, but you knew you'd be proving his point. You clenched your jaw, staring forward as if he wasn't there. That act itself was also childish, but you knew that if you opened your mouth, all hell would break loose. Getō reached out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“Maybe it's because I don't give you enough attention?”

The wide eyed look you unknowingly gave him caused a low chuckle to push past his lips. He pulled you closer, his faces centimeters from yours, “If you wanted to fuck me sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

“As if,” You finally spat out, pushing his hand away from you. But just as quickly, he dropped the pack of ramen and grabbed you by the back of your neck. He twisted his fingers into your hair, keeping you firmly in place.

You swallowed thickly, knowing if you so much as dared to breathe, you'd waver. His scent was intoxicating, his gaze hypnotizing. Your heart was racing as you stared into his dark eyes, not knowing what had come over him. The thought was somewhat exhilarating and his grip on you left you feeling like your skin was on fire.

“Don't get shy on me now,” His voice came out just above a whisper, causing a shiver to slowly creep down your spine. “I didn't even fuck away that attitude yet.”

You should've been repulsed. You should've been pushing him away instead of pulling him in by his shirt. You should've been yelling at him instead of angrily pressing your lips against his. You should've been fighting instead of giving in.

All too quickly, Getō knocked your bag from the vanity table and wrapped an arm around your waist, hoisting you up. He sat you down, pushing himself between your thighs. Your mind was racing as he untangled himself from your hair and roughly grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into you as he pushed himself against you, letting you know just how hard he was already.

You didn't know what the hell was happening, or what was going to happen, or even why. You weren't going to deny the fact that Getō was hot, but the thought of sexual tension had never crossed your mind. You hated him with your whole heart, you'd swear it. But, god did you love how he was making you feel.

You hooked your legs around his waist, causing him to break the heated kiss with a sonorous laugh. His hands trailed your body, riding up your thigh and under your skirt until he stopped at your panties. He ran his fingers over the fabric, pulling an airy gasp from you. He smirked, “If you hate me so much, why are you such a mess for me?”

You held back a whimper at his touch, “Shut the fuck up.”

Roughly, he pulled your underwear aside and pushed a finger into you. Before you could cry out, he covered your mouth with his free hand and glared down at you.

“Keep your mouth shut,” Getō snapped, slipping another finger into you. “Unless you want everyone to know that you're acting like a little slut for me.”

As he worked his fingers, in and out, against your tight walls, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself quiet. Because he was right. You would be damned if anyone heard you calling out for Getō Suguru.

He was relentless. Pushing down on your pelvic bone, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot over, and over, and over again until you were close to your release. But as soon as you tilted your head back and you clenched around him, he was pulling away from you completely. The smirk that tugged at his lips told him that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You think brats like you get to cum?”

It wasn't a question that needed an answer. For once you were smart enough to listen and keep quiet. He toyed with your clit, watching your face go red as you all but squirmed against him. He was enjoying how you reacted to his touch, writhing at something as simple as brushing your clit.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, using it to undo the few buttons of your top. You almost shivered at the cool air hitting your hot skin, going to reach for his shirt when he smacked your hand away. He would take up every single second of your lunch break if he had to. But he would fuck the brat out of you by the time you left the dressing room.

He bent down, taking your nipple into his mouth. You shivered, head rolling back as your breathing became ragged. He was reveling in the way you were puddy in his hands. So lost in your reactions that he didn't even stop to think maybe he had way more experience than you did. No, not when he was getting as lost in your noises as you were his touches.

You couldn't focus as he pressed his fingers into you, all while he sucked and nibbled at your skin. Every touch was lighting you on fire, your body shaking as you once again felt yourself close to cumming.

“Getō, please,” You whined, his tongue flicking over your sensitive flesh as his free hand continued to toy with your clit. You couldn't handle it, you wanted to touch him, to feel him inside you. You were too eager, so eager it was throwing him off.

He pulled away from you, shooting you a glare, “So impatient. It's almost like you've never done this before.”

The way the red tinted your cheeks told him exactly what he needed to know. You hadn't done this before, and it just gave him another thing to bully you for. The smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth confirmed your thoughts.

“You haven't, have you?” He questioned, already knowing his answer. “Oh, sweetheart. I am going to ruin you.”

You whimpered as he once again fucked his fingers into you. He’d allow you sweet release because it would make what comes next easier for you. He could feel you clenching around him, so damn close but not quite there just yet.

“You better cum,” He snapped, before leaning down and once again catching your perky nipple with his lips. “Now.”

“Getō, I–” You couldn't help the cry that pushed past your lips while he latched on, sucking and rolling his tongue over it as you instantly caved. You came around his fingers, your tight, gummy walls tightening against him. He didn't let up, letting you ride out your high as you panted out his name.

He pulled his hand away, sticking the fingers he used on you into your mouth. Everything you thought you knew about sex, you could forget it. Because Getō was going to teach you, and you were going to learn his way. This included forcing you to know what you tasted like. He wanted you to taste what he did, for you to know just how sweet you were. You ran your tongue over his fingers, doing what he wanted without even being asked to.

He let out a shaky breath as you sucked his skin clean, wondering how it would feel if your mouth was on his cock. As much as he wanted to find out, he was pushing the time limit as is. The thought had him yanking his hand away from you and flying towards his belt.

Your heart raced as you watched him, knowing you were about to give up everything for the person you hated the most without any hesitation. It made you feel so dirty but at the same time, he made you feel so good. You wanted more, for him to make good on his promise and ruin you.

As he slid out of his clothes you couldn't help but stare. A cheeky grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, knowing overall he was bigger than you. You knew you were in for it, and that he was most definitely going to torment you with his size. But you still couldn't help but ask, “Is that going to fit?”

“Cute,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. You whimpered as he pressed his erection against your throbbing cunt. “You're gonna take it all, sweetheart. Got it? I'm gonna make this pretty little virgin pussy mine.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and biting down on your lip as he teasingly dragged his cock against your soaking entrance. With no warning, he pushed into you. Your eyes flew open, feeling the stretch as he stopped, allowing you to get used to his size.

“So fuckin’ tight,” He gritted out, slowly rocked his hips to inch himself in more. Tears stung the back of your eyes at the discomfort, and your hands curled around the edge of your desk to brace yourself. He placed one hand on the table and wrapped the other around your waist. “Don't be afraid to hurt me, princess.”

He kept his pace, waiting until you were moaning and wrapping your arms around him before going even deeper. But, you were getting impatient, using your legs to pull him all the way in, despite the pain that shot through you at your movements. The cry that left your mouth mixed with his own pleasured moan that he tried to hide by burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“More,” You whined, a tear rolling down your cheek. “Getō, please. I want more.”

He groaned, pushing in on your back until you were arched perfectly for him as he leaned back to look, “You're so fucking needy. Hurting yourself for my cock. Is that what you want more of? Be a big girl, use your words.”

He wiped the stray tear away, watching as your eyes briefly fluttered closed. He couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked. Your face red, exposed chest heaving as you tried to adjust to how deep in you he was.

“I want your cock,” A sharp noise left your mouth as your hand found the base of his neck. “Please. I– I want you to fuck me.”

He thrusted into you, the noises you made like music to his ears. If you didn't care about the pain you were in, he wasn't going to either. Your yelps were followed by your nails digging into his skin, allowing him to be as rough as he wanted with you.

You locked your legs around his waist, hardly allowing him any room besides short yet deep thrusts. But as he worked himself in as far as he could go, you noticed him picking up speed. He drilled into you, your pained cries slowly becoming more pleasured with each thrust. All you could think about was how he felt inside you. How the friction of his cock moving against your tight walls made you feel like every nerve in your body was on fire.

“Suguru,” An airy moan left your mouth that had his rhythm faltering. “Feels s’good. I wanna… Wanna…”

God, he wished you could see how fucked out you looked right now. Eyelids half open, a lost look in your eyes as if you were seeing stars. His own jumped to the mirrors behind you, an idea forming in his head as he pulled you closer to him. You weren't even on the table anymore, the only thing holding you up was your own arm and leg strength as he gripped your hips and forced your body up and down on his cock.

The slightest change in position made all the difference as you already felt a tightening in your abdomen. You couldn't form words as you wound your hands into his hair.

“You wanted to cum, princess,” He growled out. “So do it.”

As if on command, that tight coil finally snapped, letting the feeling of pure euphoria overtake you. Getō’s lips crashed against yours as you started to cry out, silencing you almost completely. You mewled against his mouth, clamping down around his cock so tight he had to hold back his own moans. He kept up his brutal pace until you had fully rode out your high in a series of spasms that had you jerking violently and nearly in tears as you could finally feel just how raw he had rode you.

He pulled out, a noise of discomfort pushing past your lips as he set you down. He let out a laugh before spinning you around and roughly bending you over the vanity. He leaned down before growling out in your ear, “I'm not done with you yet, brat. I'm gonna fuck you ‘till you can't remember why you hate me.”

You let out a whimper as he lined himself back up with your entrance, slowly thrusting into you. He let out a slew of curses as you sucked him back in, wrapping his arm over your abdomen. As soon as his hand trailed over your skin and stopped at your clit, he pulled you up just enough to grab your chin, turning your head so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Sweat was running down your forehead, your eyes almost crossed as he began toying with you once again.

“See that? How dumb you look for my touch?” Getō snarled, bucking his hips upward. You watched as your mouth dropped open, no noises leaving you even though you wanted to moan. “See how ridiculous you look for my cock, despite saying you hate me? Imagine how stupid you'll look when I fill you full of my cum.”

You couldn't form a response as he railed into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as you focused on the pleasure instead of the discomfort you had felt a minute ago. You gripped the ledge of the table, keeping yourself steady as it rocked underneath his force.

His fingers moved around your sensitive bud, kneading at you as he spurred himself on. He wasn't gentle, but you didn't seem to mind as an abundance of whore sounds we're finally flowing from your mouth. You couldn't think, still couldn't speak, and he was absolutely correct.

You looked like a fucking idiot.

Not because of the pleasured expressions crossing your features, but because of the fact he had you in this state when yesterday you were running your mouth about how you’d never touch him with a ten foot pole over a kissing scene. Now look at you, squirming underneath him as he hit it from behind and nearly had you in tears from how good he was making you feel.

He adored the sight, relishing in the fact that he had made you weak. Who knew all it would take was a few suggestive comments that you had every right to turn down? Because somewhere under all the hatred, you did want him. You finally had him, buried deep inside you and stretching you out more than you had thought possible.

There was no doubt in his mind you'd hate yourself in the morning. Because you'd be sore and worn out, but also because Getō was determined to not let you forget this. He had no issues with you, didn't even hate you. But, he was over your loud mouth and whatever issues you had with him. He was pissed off and he had been itching to let you have it. Although, this was not at all what he had in mind.

Never did he picture he’d be stealing your virginity, let alone fucking you dumb at work of all places. Anyone could walk in at any moment, anyone walking by could hear your sharp noises because you couldn't keep yourself contained.

It was all happening so fast, you slurred over your words as you tried to tell him you were close once again. Getō didn't need to be told though. He could feel you clenching around him, causing his own movements to become sloppy and out of rhythm as he used his free hand to place his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

As you once again came around his cock, he felt himself close to the edge as well. His strokes went long and deep, becoming faster each time he thrusted into you.

“M’gonna cum,” he groaned out. “Gonna fill up your pretty little cunt.”

You whined against his fingers as he pushed into you one last time, breathing out heavily. He made good on his promise, allowing his hot seed to paint your tight walls white. You could’ve sworn you were seeing stars as you tried to calm down. He lightly rested his forehead on your shoulder before softly kissing your skin.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he murmured, pulling out and away from you. You stood back up and turned to look at him in confusion, wondering why he was being nice. You expected him to just leave, but here he was, offering to take care of you.

“What?” He raised a brow. “Aftercare is important, don’t let anyone tell you differently. Especially with this being your first time, there’s no way you’re not bleeding.”

You scoffed, “Don’t act like you care. You got what you wanted, you can go now.”

“What do you mean by that?” Confusion clouded his features, having no idea what you were insinuating.

You looked away, folding your arms over your chest, “Gojo told me that you said I’d never amount to anything, and that I’d be just another washed up actress.”

“You will be if you keep listening to his dumbass,” Getō rolled his eyes, gently grabbing your chin. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

This time when he called you that, it wasn’t full of sarcasm. You dragged your eyes up to meet his, seeing that he was completely serious as he said, “I think you’re great at what you do. I never said that about anyone. As for why Gojo told you that… I’ll give you one guess.”

This guess didn’t need to be said out loud. You knew Gojo was the type to get around. You frowned, mad at yourself for believing him. You should be the one to apologize, not Geto. But as you went to do just that, he caught you by the mouth. Once again taken off guard, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t apologize. You can’t help that you’re naive.”

“Yeah,” You rolled your eyes. “Naive enough to let some old perve take my virginity.”

TAGS: @slut-for-serotonin @bxnten @queen-flower @rinsie @kennyb0y @portfolio-of-dreams @minoozi @chaoticyuna @sh4nn @sano-obsessed @chifuyuslilkitten @rozcdust @hibiscus-san @arosora @sanemishina @bontensbabygirl @izanasqueen @chronic-claire-universe @brownsugarmoonie @todorokiskitten @meena-in-a-nutshell @yukihime-mikeys-girl @softtashoney @zuuki @bluebellzie @rindousprincess @mortuary-ossuary @yeagerfushiguro

A/N: my pussy wrote this for me. don't let it flop i was on whore behavior for this 😩