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Eren x AFAB Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - ALL CHARACTERS 18+ - I DO NOT OWN AOT OR ANY CHARACTERS

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Camming, Not Safe For Work, Voyeurism

Synopsis: Your stream tonight was going well, if a little uneventful, that is until you received a large donation from a mysterious viewer.

A/N: Ok reposting this little guy since I got it ready first. Thanks for all your lovely feedback xoxo

CLICK HERE FOR PART TWO BABYyyyyyYy

It all started pretty suddenly.

You had mentioned to your friend Mikasa that you were falling behind just a touch between your part time job and classes. You wanted to work more hours, but with your school schedule it was nearly impossible. When you could pick up an extra serving shift it always seemed to be one of those nights where there wasn’t a soul to be seen through the swinging aluminum doors of the restaurant.

You knew Mikasa was doing well, but you never saw her actually go to work. Her parents did fine, but certainly not well enough to fund her education, apartment, wardrobe of the gods all while Mikasa sat there and looked pretty.

So when she told you how she afforded her lifestyle, you smiled at the irony of her job being to sit there and look pretty. It made too much sense, camming. She picked when she went to work, picked what her work day consisted of, and watched as the money flowed in from her loyal subscribers. 

Truthfully, it didn’t take much more convincing on your part. And now you were here.

Sitting comfortably on your bed, you were perched on your knees with your legs tucked behind you. A tiny pink babydoll with the matching panties adorned your body, it showed off the enticing slope of your breasts while still leaving plenty to the imagination. A candle was lit behind you, the shadow of the flame flickering on the wall. Your lights were dimmed and the pink LEDs turned the room into a dreamy little oasis.

It was the perfect set up to relax and enjoy some alone time. If you didn’t consider the 7.2k viewers tuned in to watch you have said alone time.

“Hi guys! Thank you sooo much for joining me tonight, I missed you!”

The little red light at the top of the screen indicated that you were, in fact, live for all…7.8k viewers now.

“I have been so, so busy. I’m sorry I haven’t been on with you guys in a while but I promise I thought of you all the time!”

Your eyes scanned the monitor as comments started to flood the chat.

+$50.00 welcome back xxx

+$10.00 thought about u 2 ;)

+$20.00 love tonight’s outfit u look hot as fuck

You felt the regular range of emotions as you saw the chats slowly come through. There would always be a little embarrassment, you were sitting in your room in the tiniest clothing you own and soon enough you wouldn’t be wearing that either. There was also a bit of nerves that went along with that, the sheer amount of people who tuned in each time you went live and your subscriber count was growing fast.

Then there was the thrill. The counter read 10.2k viewers now. 10.2k people who not only enjoyed watching you bring yourself pleasure, they more often than not met their highs with you. It felt like having 10,000 people as putty in your delicate hands, slowly climbing up the hill with you until you decided they could reach the peak.

“Well…it’s been a while so, what do you say we get started?” you gave your sweetest smile as you took one final glance at the chat.

TOP CONTRIBUTOR: Jaegerb0mb: +$500.00 Can’t wait to watch, sweetheart

You were still relatively new but you had done enough streams to know that $500.00 before you even touched yourself was not within the norm. If this viewer was interested, you knew you wanted to keep them entertained.

“Aw, thank you so much for the kind donation Jaegerb0mb, I hope you enjoy,” you shot the camera a wink and moved to lean back on the pillows you had propped up perfectly for the camera’s angle.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. 

It would be easy to fake getting yourself off. You could probably have your streams over and done within ten minutes tops and to be frank, 99% of your subscribers would never know the difference. But where’s the fun in that?

You looked forward to your streaming sessions. You could actually use getting off. There was no point in faking it when you wanted to cum just as bad as your subscribers wanted you to.

Your hands slowly trailed down, through the valley of your breasts, across your navel and to the elastic of your panties. You traced the top of your panties delicately before running your hands back up.

When your hands met your breasts again you lightly ran your fingertips over where your nipples rested beneath the fabric of your lingerie. They perked up almost instantly and you gasped.

“Mmm, I’m really sensitive tonight you guys. I haven’t gotten off in a while.. you would know,” you giggled. The familiar chime of donations sounded faintly in the background.

One hand stayed on your covered breast while the other trailed past your décolletage. You moved to pull the straps of your lingerie down, letting them fall teasingly from your shoulders. The straps stayed like that, as you made no move to reveal your breasts to your audience fully. You liked to move slow, tease your body until you had absolutely no choice but to dip your fingers into your most intimate parts and bring yourself pleasure.

“Have you guys thought about me?” you asked your empty room. A flurry of donation chimes reminded you that you weren’t actually alone.

You giggled, “Mmm, I really really need this,” and it wasn’t a lie. For someone who made themselves cum in front of strangers on weeknights you hadn’t actually had sex in quite a while.

Sometimes when you streamed you like to picture a handsome viewer. Someone on the other side of the screen who watched as you teased your body until you just couldn’t take it and were cumming all over your fingers. That viewer would be fisting his cock in pace with you. Maybe, hopefully, even reaching his release at the same time.

The fantasy had you starting to grow wet through your thin pink panties and a sweet moan escaping your lips. Your free hand traveled down to the elastic line at your hips, dancing along the edge for just a moment until you felt goosebumps raise on your skin. At that moment, you dipped your fingers beneath the fabric and confirmed just how turned on you were.

“Oh,” you moaned as you felt how wet you had gotten from your teasing.

“I think I am really sensitive tonight, I’m so wet already.” Another shaky moan was whispered when your fingers brushed past your clit as you snaked your hand out of your panties.

Your fingers were coated in your slick when they were freed from your panties. You brought them up to your covered lips and pushed them deep inside your mouth, a sweet whimper sounding from your lips as you tasted yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you peered over at the monitor, “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

You moved to grip either side of your panties in an attempt to pull them off your legs but a particular donation chime caught your attention before you could do so.

TOP CONTRIBUTOR: +$5,000.00 Jaegerb0mb: How much for a private show?

Your jaw dropped at the notification. This was by far the biggest single donation you had ever received, you found yourself squinting at the screen as you didn’t trust your eyes.

When you confirmed the amount, you moved to sit up frantically, hands stretching to your keyboard.

You clicked on the donor’s profile, half feeling bad for the viewers left on the edge, but too driven by your curiosity to stop.

The photo cut off just above his toned shoulders, only showing off his chiseled abdominals and the low cut of his v-line. Catfish, you thought. Oh well, if he dropped $5,000.00 on foreplay, may as well push your luck. You hit the DM button.

SENT: $10,000.00 for a private show :)

Had you ever charged $10,000.00 for a private show? Nope. Have you ever even had a private show? No on that one too. Worst case scenario, you could already take a few weeks off from his previous donations alone so why not aim high?

A moment passed and you leaned back on your pillows, returning to your gentle touches in an attempt to distract yourself should you not receive a reply from the viewer.

Ding

You shot up almost embarrassingly fast at the donation chime. When your eyes met the monitor you had to muster every ounce of professionalism to not lose your cool in front of the camera.

TOP CONTRIBUTOR: +$15,000.00 Jaegerb0mb: Ready when you are, sweetheart

Your eyes widened for a moment, but then there was no stopping the giddy feeling that had to be fully transparent across your features.

“So sorry guys, I am going to have to cut it off here. I will make it up to you, promise,” and you closed out the stream hurriedly.

You knew cutting off a stream at that particular moment was bad for business, to put it plainly, but with the amount this viewer just spent you could have been moments from your climax and you would have stopped it without hesitation.

Clicking back on his profile, you sent the invitation for a private video and again found yourself resting comfortably in your bed as you waited. You twirled a piece of hair that fell in front of your face, wrapping it around your finger as you imagined who the viewer could be.

You started to feel nervous. This person had just spent a lot of money on you. You didn’t want them to regret spending that much and you definitely wanted them to join more streams in the future. Before you could overthink too much, you saw that the viewer was connecting to the video.

Surprisingly, you were disappointed when you saw there was no person on the other side of the monitor, only a black screen with their username written across it plainly. You knew not every viewer would be attractive and to be honest, most would probably be a complete turn off, but you were getting a little caught up in your own personal fantasy that this viewer would be someone you wanted to see get off.

“Hi Jaegerb0mb! Thank you so much for setting up a private stream with me,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you smiled, partially a nervous habit, partially because you were still pretty turned on from your earlier teasing.

“I hope we can have some fun. If there’s anything you wanna see in particular, just let me know. I’m all yours tonight,” you winked at the camera playfully.

You saw a small message from the streaming service appear at the top of the screen and you focused your eyes to read it.

Jaegerb0mb is connecting to audio…

A three second pause and then he spoke,

“Can you cum all over your fingers for me sweetheart? I don’t wanna see you fake it, I bet you can fuck yourself real good.”

You held in a gasp. His voice was sexy.

Low and honeyed, you felt yourself grow even more wet at his commands.

“Y-you wanna watch me cum?” you suddenly felt nervous again. You had just finished teasing over 10,000 viewers but you could feel the intimidating presence of this man through just his spoken words alone.

“Yeah, I do. Your pussy’s already wet for me, isn’t that right?”

You reached down to feel your center through your panties on instinct before quickly nodding at the camera, “Mhm, you’re making me really wet,” you confirmed with a small sigh.

“Show me,” another command.

You were already laying comfortably propped up on your pillows, so you only had to lean down slightly to grasp at the elastic of your panties before slowly sliding them down your thighs and to your ankles. You quickly peeled them off from there and tossed them to the side.

Your legs had closed on instinct, the cool air hitting your hot cunt sending a shiver up your spine. You took a deep breath and slowly opened your legs per his request to reveal your dripping center, folds shining enticingly with your arousal.

“Look at that, she listens. You gonna keep being a good girl for me?”

Fuck. His voice was a certified aphrodisiac.

“Yes,” was all you could muster, it came out a tiny whisper. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, but you were very turned on by the idea of following his orders and it appeared he liked giving them just as much.

“Good. Start playing with your clit, get yourself nice and warmed up.”

You reached down to your exposed center, finding your clit quickly and starting small, concentrated circles. You knew what you liked and could find a rhythm pretty easily. The first touch had your hips bucking slightly, but then a regular rise and fall to match the pace of your pointer finger on the sensitive nub.

“Does that feel good baby? Need to hear it,” you heard him groan slightly and your arousal intensified at the sound.

“Feels s’good,” your mind was already beginning to feel hazy. You hadn’t been this aroused in a while and the small sounds of pleasure he was making in between words almost made it feel like he was in the room with you.

You took the time to picture it. There was a chair set up in the corner of your room, in perfect viewing position of your place on the bed. With your eyes closed, you could pretend he was there. Leaned back with a wide spread of his legs, his cock held in a firm grip by his hand, and the same honey coated words spilling from his mouth as he made his demands with you. Both of you bringing yourselves higher in pleasure, close enough to touch, but you could only watch as… he spoke again, bringing you back to the present.

“Keep playing with that pretty pussy for me, baby. I’ll keep fucking my fist for you,” he moaned gruffly.

Your eyes squeezed shut in bliss at the combination of his filthy revelation and the pattern your finger made over your clit. Somehow the words he spoke were better than the fantasies you came up with when you closed your eyes.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself but you know he heard it because a harsh moan came from him in response. “You’re touching yourself too?” you just barely found the words as you floated through waves of self-indulgence.

“Yea, baby. Can’t help but stroke my cock when I see that perfect pussy of yours. Know I could fuck it just right, make you feel so good.”

“I wanna see,” the words came out before you could stop them but no part of them was a lie.

“Oh? Would you like that? See just how fuckin’ hard you make me?” he chuckled darkly.

“Please.”

“I don’t believe you make the demands around here, sweetheart. Start fucking your cunt with your other hand.”

You were disappointed, but you nodded your head obediently and whimpered when you heard him praise you as his good girl.

Your cunt was dripping by the time your other hand met your center, slick making a mess onto the sheets below. Without any resistance, you were able to easily slip one, then two fingers inside and begin slowly pumping in and out.

Your moans grew in frequency and volume, your pleasure on a steady incline of it’s own. You could tell you were well on your way to fulfilling his desires and cumming hard all over your fingers.

“You’ve been so good for me,” he sighed before continuing, “so obedient.”

You waited for more as the only sounds in the room were those of your fingers toying with your slick cunt and the sweet moans that you couldn’t hold back if you tried.

“You’re gonna keep playing with that tight cunt, but I don’t want you cumming until I say, do you understand?”

You nodded, your head tossing from side to side as you inched closer to to your high.

“Say it,”

“Yes, I understand,” you were so whiny.

“M’gonna reward you. Only cause you’ve been fucking yourself so nice for me, so pretty and wet. Wanna see how I’m fisting my cock for you, baby?”

“Yes, please. Wanna watch you cum.”

“Yeah? You can watch me cum, baby.”

Jaegerb0mb is connecting to video…

“Oh fuck.”

That was the only coherent sentence you could string together when you finally saw him appear clearly on your monitor. You were very wrong to think the picture he selected for his profile couldn’t be him - it was and he was handsome.

Leaning back in his chair, his head was thrown back in pleasure before slowly coming forward with a devilish grin. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, sculpted abs that had a sheen of sweat across them.

He spit into his palm and gripped his cock, stroking it in pace with the thrusts of your fingers into your wet cunt. You became so distracted by his cock, imagining it was your smaller hand wrapped around it, or it’s thick girth filling your pussy instead of your fingers. You moaned loudly as your imagination took over.

“Yeah? You like watching me, don’t you? Wish this cock was filling up your pretty little pussy?” his words came out almost mockingly as he read your mind. Who signed up to watch who?

“Y-yeah. You’re ..pretty. Your cock is so..”

He chucked lowly as you struggled to speak.

“So..? Don’t tell me you’ve fucked yourself dumb? You still gonna be able to come on your fingers when I ask?”

You didn’t realize how close you were until he muttered the words. The slick sounds of your cunt were obscene by this point.

“Yes, m’so close!”

“Yea? Messy as fuck, I bet I could slide right in. Have you bouncing on my cock instead of those fingers filling your pussy, would you like that baby?”

“Mhm I want it, wanna cum for you.”

“Fuck, babygirl I’m close,” a moan ripped from his throat as he increased his pace alongside you.

You looked at him through the screen, he looked absolutely sinful. You wanted your tongue to trace every inch of his toned body. How he ended up on your stream tonight, you may never know, but you couldn’t be more thankful for it. You only hoped this wouldn’t be the last time.

“Want you to say my name when you’re cumming, sweetheart.”

“Wha-what’s your name?” you were out of breath now.

“Eren.”

“Wanna cum for you Eren, please let me cum,” you had grown desperate to please him. You wanted to show him you could keep your word and cum messily all over your fingers at his command.

“Fuuuck,” his eyes had closed as he pumped his cock in fervor. “Let me see it,” he re-opened his eyes and emerald may as well have pierced right through you “be a good girl and show me how you cum.”

His words were all it took to push you over the edge. Your legs tightened and your lower half erupted in pure bliss, “Fuck.. yea I’m cumming for you Eren.” Your mind turned to radio static as you came hard around your fingers, release dripping onto the sheets below.

You never took your eyes off Eren, though, and you were thankful for it. Your locked gaze meant you got to see him throw his head back with his jaw hung slack as white spurts of cum painted his abdomen and dripped down his cock onto his fist. “Fuuuuck, such a good fucking girl,” he praised through his orgasm.

You slowly removed your fingers from your center, your cunt pulsating as you came down from your orgasm.

“Oh my god,” you whispered as you threw your head back on your pillows, overcome with euphoria from the best orgasm you have had in recent memory.

“Thanks for the show, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to catch the next one,” you heard him say. You lifted your head back up frantically to catch him before he signed off but it was too late. A black screen was all that remained.

Would it be desperate to send him a DM? What would you even say? As you contemplated your next action a familiar sound met your ears.

Ding

TOP CONTRIBUTOR: +$25,000.00 Jaegerb0mb: No more public shows

“What the fuck,” you whispered to yourself. You were still woozy from your high and now you were fumbling to do the math in your head as you added up how much he had spent on you tonight.

You quickly got out of bed. There was only one person you could talk with about this and that was Mikasa.

SENT: Meeks, it’s an emergency - a good one? I think? Whatever, I’m coming over xoxo

Meeks: You’re always welcome, you know that babe. See you soon <3

You rushed to get dressed, trading your tiny lingerie for something much more comfortable as you grabbed your train card and threw it in your bag. You turned off your computer, grabbed your apartment keys and headed to the front door.

You were in such a hurry that after locking your door, you accidentally bumped into a neighbor also exiting their apartment as you turned to walk down the hallway.

“I’m so sor-” you froze instantly as you met the gaze of the person you had just bumped into.

Strong hands steadied your shoulders, a defined collarbone peeking just above the collar of his shirt, and jade green eyes that looked just as shocked as you felt staring back at you.

“Eren?”

A/N: Thanks for reading! I will put up part two in the new year!

Read part two here :)

Ahh, it's peaceful here in thumblr. No drama, no issue, no hate. Just love, support, peace and quiet. Everyone gets to write what they want.

Can I get One non Toxic Suna story pls 💀

# GOOD BOY ! !

➵ PAiRiNG. SUNA RiNTARŌ X F!READER

➵ WARNiNGS. stepcest, age gap (11 years), mommy issues, daddy issues, creampie, lactation (tiny bit), voyeurism, mommy kink, sub/dom (suna is sub for a little while), virginity lost?, oral (f. receiving), pregnancy n kid mention, cheating, step-son suna/step-mom reader, corruption kink sort of, suna is rlly .. innocent but also not, his dad is an ass.. emotional abuse maybe?

➵ A/N. UGH this took so long sorry!! pls heed the warnings !! not proofread or edited bc i can’t bother n i should be doing paperwork 😄 !! would’ve posted this on dilfsuna ,, but it’s pretty gross.. also the storyline makes no sense, like there’s no flow.... n for reference, suna’s dad is like . 20 years older than reader <//3 if i missed any tws don’t hesitate to tell me!! also yes the header is . very big <//3 also the POV and like,, tense shifts around quite a bit bc m stupid 😄 reblogs n feedback appreciated !’

Rintarō was young when his mother left. He doesn’t remember her at all, his father was barely present throughout his childhood. Always leaving him with his grandparents or with the maid and occasionally, a babysitter. Their relationship was strained to say the least, however there was one constant all throughout his childhood and teen years.

When he was only at the tender age of seven, Rintarō went to a wedding only to find out his father was marrying a woman far too young for him. Of course, at the time Rintarō didn’t see anything bad about it, didn’t know why people talked so badly about his father and his new step-mother who he would grow to adore greatly. But looking back on it, Rintaro thinks his father is a sick pervert for plucking an eighteen year old girl fresh out of school and dropping her straight into the role of step-mother.

You are the one thing Rintarō remembers. You were the only good thing then and it’s still like that now. He can never forget the day he met you, when you crouched down, so pretty and sweet as you promised to take care of him for the rest of your life. He’d fallen in love right then and there, always clinging to your leg and finding comfort in you much more than he ever did his father.

At sixteen, Rintarō could think of nothing but you. Once, when Miya Atsumu made some offhanded comment about how sexy you were, just as stupid teenage boys do, Rintarō had felt a fit of rage consume his being. It was as if he blanked out, because he didn’t remember punching Atsumu hard enough to break his nose.

Then you, gentle as ever, had come to pick him up from the Principal’s office. You’d cupped his cheeks like the caring mother you were and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, telling him that it was okay. Mistakes can happen. ‘I know you’re a good boy’ you had said when in the car, one hand on the wheel and the other reaching over the gearshift to hold his hand in your small one. Just the simple act of a mother comforting her son but Rintarō had seen it very differently.

On his eighteenth birthday, Rintarō only wished for one thing. Now that he was legal - now that he was an adult, would this mean he could confess the truth to you? That he’d never seen you as his step-mother, but rather as someone he’d been deeply infatuated with, madly in love with for eleven long years. Eleven years.

(The gap between you and Rintarō is eleven years and he thinks it’s why he cherishes the odd number so much.)

And so, after a long night of celebration, Rintarō watched as you retired to bed. He got up and crept after you, always a quiet boy. He’d learnt how to be silent when all his father did was hush him and tell him to go play with the maid, dulling the poor child’s natural curiosity and playfulness.

He couldn’t tell you what he originally wanted too, but he did watch. Eyes wide open as he peeked through the crack in your bedroom door, taking out your hair, removing your makeup. Something he had seen you do often, but then it happened. Your hands dragging down the straps of the muted pink dress you wore tonight to look extra pretty, dolled up for Rintarō and no one else. He’d never seen a girl naked before, in porn sure, but not like this. Not up close - and it certainly wasn’t his step-mother in those videos. Now he’s here, eyes raking up your figure with a fervid intensity. He feels hot. His mouth dry, tongue heavy.

Mistakenly, he nudges the door and before you can turn around to see him lurking in the shadows - Rintarō scrambles away to his room.

You didn’t catch him. Thank fuck.

That night, each time he closed his eyes, all Rintarō could see was the silhouette of your figure. Your body is ingrained in his memory to this very day, just from that one snippet. He still knows you have a mole on the lower left side of your back, and a stretch mark on your right hip. (He constantly wonders if anything has changed, if the image in his head is just an outdated memory.)

“Rintarō,” his father addresses him gruffly one evenly, Suna Rintarō is twenty-one when you and his father announce your pregnancy. His heart cracks completely but he hides it behind a snarky comment hinting at the fact he’d assumed his father was impotent. (That earns him a smack to the back)

By the time he turns twenty-two, he’s blessed by the arrival of his little sister. Rintarō moves back in to help you with her. His father is absent as always, he disappeared quite promptly after his daughter's birth with the excuse of work. Rintarō doubts that. His father is a disgusting and pathetic excuse of a husband.

“You’re such a good boy, Rin,” you tell him just like you do all the time, “you always have been. I’m so lucky to have you.”

He offers a thin lipped smile in response, too taken by the sight of what is essentially a mini him cradled in your arms. Rinako has his eyes, though they’re softer in colour and her face is rounder, much more like you. She’s a blend of you and him. Rintarō craves for a life where he’s in his father’s position, he’s your husband and he’s Rinako’s father.

“Mom?” At your step-son’s voice, you look up from the stove and before you can protest—

He kisses you. Hard. And you don’t make the move to pull away.

“Mom,” Rintarō repeats in a whispery tone, desperation seeping into voice. “Please,” he sounds like the little boy you once knew, the vulnerable little angel who followed you around like a duckling and shyly slipped hand-dawn pictures of the two of you under your bedroom door. He’s asking to give himself to you, asking you to taint him. How could you take advantage of your very own step-son?

He has grown into an awfully handsome man, taller and broader than his father, they both share those stunning eyes. The same pointed nose too, but his lips are clearly from his mother. Pink and pouty, the bottom one is quivering, big hands tugging on the hem of your apron like he did when he was just a young boy.

In the back of your mind, that thought pops up once, you’re exploiting his love for you. But how can you resist him, how could you deny him this when he seems so fragile? You know for a fact he’s a hundred times better than his father, Rintaro is a good boy, he’s stuck by your side and helped you through thick and thin. So is it so wrong, that over these past couple of years, you’ve fallen for your step-son? He’s much more present and persistent in your life than your husband ever is, you felt so lonely in those short couple of months when Rintarō moved out. A profound emptiness in your heart that was only filled when he came back.

He doesn’t want to forget. He wants to do it again and he does, this time there’s a little resistance on your side; small hands pressing against his chest to get him off. Ultimately, you fail, bunching the fabric of his shirt and only pulling him closer. Closer and closer and closer, arms enveloping his form as your chest is pressed flush against his. “Rin—“ you yelp as he nips the skin of your neck, nosing along your neck before he pushes his nose into your cleavage.

You raise your hand to his head, carding your fingers through his hair and he purrs like a kitten, teeth catching the neck of your top and urging you to take it off. So you do. Because you could never say no to Rintarō, he’s such a good boy. The knot of your apron is untied and your shirt is slipped off and dropped on the kitchen floor. No bra, Rintaro mentally notes.

Almost instantly, his pout latches onto your nipple, suckling away like a tiny kitten. The taste of buttery almond fills his mouth and Rintarō almost jumps away in surprise. Milk. Of course, you’re still breastfeeding. Rather than being disgusted, he wants you more, he pulls away to look at you. A droplet of milk on his pink lips as he moves forward once more to kiss you, “mommy, please. I’ve been so good for you.” Rintarō begs, “I’ve been waiting so long for you, please, mommy. Saved myself just for you.”

That surprises you, while you had never seen Rintarō bring a girl home — you assumed such a handsome young man was neck deep in sex and parties and girls. But then again, Rintarō is a good boy, and he’s your good boy. So why would he ever give himself away to some silly little girl when he can have his step-mother.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take care of you, hm?” You hum, taking a shaky breath and undressing him slowly. Gently, you run a hand down his chest, nails scraping against his nipples and Rintarō jerks, incredibly responsive and sensitive to your touch.

“Please, mommy,” he whimpers and you feel as if it’s your duty to just help the poor boy out, one of your smaller hands resting on the clear bulge through his jeans.

“Rintarō… did you really wait just for me?” You ask, somehow flattered by a gesture others would consider sickening. He only nods, going slack jawed when you let his cock out of its confines and move your thumb along the tip. He’s big. Bigger than his father. Prettier too, with a fine patch of hair at the base and a vein which runs along the underside. Uncut on the fat and pink. Pink like the colour of his cheeks and his pretty pout. He rests his head against your shoulder, overwhelmed with just your little hand pumping his cock.

It feels so different, so much better when it’s the woman of your dreams fulfilling the fantasy you’ve spent so many years pondering about. This is better than all of that. The real thing is so much better. Rintarō feels like he could bust anytime soon, but he won’t. He wants to cum inside. Inside of his gorgeous step-mother, the love of his life.

“Ngh— please… can I touch you, mommy?” He breathes out, fingers ghosting over your thighs as he hesitates lifting your short skirt up. The nod you give him is enough, trembling as he hikes it up and hooks his fingers in the band of your panties to pull them off.

Almost naked, but he doesn’t want to make you forgo the skirt when it looks so nice. Just like you always have, for as long of Rintarō can remember, you’ve worn that same fit of skirt. Pleated, tight at the waist and flaring out. As if his father had never given you the chance to grow out of your school girl years.

Rintarō likes them. It’s all so you. His eyes don’t know where to focus when you situate yourself on the kitchen counter, giving him access to your glistening cunt entirely. He’s slow, excited but nervous you won’t like it, he might embarrass himself with the lack of skill.

“Go on, I know you can do it. You’re such a good boy.” The same words you always tell him are said with something different, lust and provocation.

Crouching down, Rintarō finds himself face to face with your pussy. One lick and he swears he’s addicted, you’re the forbidden fruit and he can’t help but take a bite bite. Sweet, your cunt is sweet like honey and peaches on his tongue. His worry is forgotten when preoccupied like this, eyes closed as he buries his face deep between your thighs. The moans and soft whimpers that escape your lips are quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, music to his ears.

Sucking on your clit, Rintarō looks up at you, eyes lidded and narrowed. His pupils are blown out, consumed by his carnal desire for you. “That’s right,” you croon, patting his head as praise, “you’re doing so good, honey.” Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your toes are curling and Rintarō assumes you’re going to cum. Just from his tongue alone. The surge of power and confidence that rushes through him is incredible, he even has the guts to manhandle you. Roughly, he maneuvers your body until it’s in the perfect position. Back against the kitchen cupboards, his body slotted in the middle of your legs as he presses his hard cock against your core.

His eyes shine with need, but Rintarō is a good boy. He waits for your signal and then he tries to push in, finding it too slippery. Clumsy and inexperienced, he can’t get his dick in, thin brows drawn together in frustration. “Hey, it’s okay,,” you don’t laugh at him, don’t mock him, just grip his shaft and rub the tip up and down your slit, guiding it towards your tight hole. He inhales sharply, hand slamming against the cabinet and his eyes squeezed shut. “You can do it when you're ready, okay, Rin?”

He grunts in affirmation, calming his rapid breathing before ever so slowly sliding his cock into your hole. Tight and hot and wet. He can’t think straight, dumbstruck by your cunt. “Mom—“

“____,” you correct (he doesn’t repeat it), nails digging into his back when he starts to get the hang of this. Rintarō is a quick learner, a little sloppy with his thrusts but his cock is just so big and fat. Hitting just the right spots. He’s strong, each slam of his hips making your body jolt so hard he has to hold you still. Your nails scrape down his broad shoulders, surely leaving deep marks.

Rintarō has never felt like this, his fist could never do this justice. He’s being sucked in by your gummy walls, greedy pussy squeezing him so hard— so fucking small and tiny. He’s surprised his dick can even fit. “God, why do you need that sleazy old fucker?” He groans out, most definitely referring to his father.

The snark in his tone catches you off his guard. You don’t respond, you don’t want to think about your husband when his son is balls deep in your pussy.

“Why can’t you just be mine? I love you,” he confesses those words he’s been wanting to say for so long, forehead resting on yours. “I love you, mommy.” Rintarō’s mouth drops open, you’re milking him for all he’s worth, clenching and tightening around his dick.

He can’t cum yet. Rintarō fumbles but after a few seconds, he finds your little bud, rubbing circles and grinding his hips into you. The pressure building in your core reaches a breaking point and he has you gushing like a broken faucet all over his fat cock, the length of his cock coated in your creamy slick. Rintarō follows soon, having already been pushing himself to limits.

His load is too much for your little pussy to hold, dripping out and staining your skirt, smattering the counter and some even lands on the floor. Rintarō stills, panting as he takes your hands in his.

The two of you are silent, for different reasons. While Rintarō basks in the aftermath of his orgasm, your guilty conscience starts gnawing away at you. Not only have you cheated on your husband, but with his own son. The boy you vowed to protect and love for the rest of your life, your innocent step-son who’s vulnerability you’ve exploited. But how could you reject him? Anytime you look into his eyes you’re weakened by the sight of them. Seeing only that same cherubic boy you met so many years ago.

“You’re such a good boy, Rin,” you tell him, just like you always do when something goes wrong. Because it’s never Rintarō’s fault. He’s too much of a good boy. Too sweet for his own good.

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