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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫! 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲! Ubuyashiki sends you and Tomioka on an important mission. However, you both need to get... creative... to fulfill your task and make it back in one piece.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! female bodied reader, smut, intoxication (sex dust), fingering, pet name use (baby), rough + raw sex, creampie.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.3k words...

𝐚/𝐧: i had the bright idea of Tomioka turning into lowk a soft dom with the help of an aphrodisiac ;^). enjoy! (divider: @cafekitsune)

"Be well my children, please return to us safely," Master Ubuyashiki replied, dismissing the two Pillars in front of him to begin their journey down to the Garment District.

"Yes master, of course," You answered, both you and Tomioka rising from your deep bows.

Currently, at the Ubuyashiki estate, you, [L/n] [F/n], and Tomioka Giyuu, were summoned by Master Ubuyashiki due to a troubling alert from a village near the Demon Slayer headquarters. The threat entailed a demon who wiped out several smaller villages nearby, each in the span of a night, simply with the ability to reduce multitudes of people into a trance-like state. This time, it found its way to a larger village crucial to the garment supply for the Demon Slayer headquarters, already devastating a handful of other closely connected communities.

Many slayers were dispatched in earlier stages of the threat, but none have returned from their missions. The common result was dismembered slayers deep within the forest, or locals dropping dead to the ground from sheer exhaustion first, before being eaten unconsciously. Villages would report signs of a sweet-smelling scent and barely translucent fog emanating from deep in the forest, with even slight ingestion of it causing overwhelming heat and physical excitement. It was a tricky task, not only wiping out a notorious demon but fighting an invisible foe, its blood demon art.

It was decided that two Pillars, close in rank would go investigate the issue and dispose of the threat immediately before the demon made its appearance by nightfall. Knowing you were already acquainted with your fellow Pillar, Ubuyashiki decided Tomioka's calm and calculated attitude complimented your quick initiative and undying drive. Over the past few months, you had begun to bring him out of his isolated shell. By befriending him, it led him to open up more, having a noticeable effect on the other Pillars as well. Leave it to Light Pillar [F/n]'s radiating beauty, and soft, bubbly demeanor to finally melt his cold exterior.

This was not the first mission the two of you have gone on, however. A similar, and even longer tactical mission preceded this one, so naturally, you held no qualms about working with Tomioka once more. He was super thoughtful and charming, albeit a bit quiet, but never gave you any glaring issues to worry about. Despite you both bumping heads from time to time due to your more extroverted personality, Tomioka came to appreciate the friendly dynamic you shared.

Exiting the premises, your eyes pointed to the sky, watching both of your crows circle around each other before calling out to you, directing your path. At your side, Giyuu set a brisk pace while you matched him, turning back to wave a cheery "Goodbye!" to a few of the other Pillars gathered at the gate to send you off.

You were prepared to complete your duty as a Pillar, ending the incessant destruction of the Smoke demon that hid in the forest.

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It was 30 minutes before midnight, the exact time when the first waves of translucent fog would start to seep into the village. After reserving temporary lodging, you and Tomioka had gone into the forest, listening for the hissing whispers that would urge locals and Slayers alike deeper into the looming trees and dense foliage. The demon would coax its victims into the darkness, promising their sweetest desires whilst intoxicating them with smoke. By the time they would reach the owner of the voice, it would be too late. The once straight path would become eternally long, with no discernible way out. One would have already lost control of their limbs and basic motor functions, unable to fight back, or even tear their eyes away from the horrifying sight of a ravenous demon.

The plan was to entrap the smoke demon during its preparations to disperse the poison. The safety of the villagers came first, so eliminating the demon's ability to use its blood art was key. After locating it, you were to disable and behead the demon without casualties and make it out of the supposed never-ending forest. You and Tomioka concealed your breathing techniques in order to mask your presence, diving straight into combat from the shadows. You watched as the figure of a woman morphed into a creature built from the forest terrain. It was a disfigured humanoid shape, with vines slithering up her body, full of flowers you assumed held the contents of that sweet-smelling fog. By catching it off guard, you were able to render quick slices with your blade along her limbs, severing not only the flowers but whatever body part was unlucky enough to be underneath.

Your attack proved to be effective, but not without consequences. Instead of regenerating a new limb, the gaping hole swole up with a giant flower, shooting its mist directly into your face, and throwing you several meters back. Breathing it in so densely almost paralyzed your lungs from shock. You coughed and sputtered, as you hit the ground. Driving your sword into the dirt, you steadied yourself to rise to your feet, keeping a faint eye out for any further strikes, but watched as Tomioka swooped in to sever the newly formed appendage. It caught on, sending a few puffs of smoke his way as he effortlessly weaved between them, closing the distance. Finally finding an opening, Tomioka drove his nichirin sword into the shoulder of the demon, using his water-breathing form to slice across, effectively taking its head off its shoulders. However, hoping to make a grand exit, the demon's fallen limbs burst into smoke, shrouding the area with airborne poison before vaporizing. Tomioka had already taken a heavy couple of breaths before slamming his haori to his nose, trying to prevent further smoke inhalation.

"Curse you Slayers... I would have torn apart your headquarters by now... if it weren't for your meddling swordsmen," The demon spat, choking bitterly from being beheaded.

Her body began to burn and vaporize underneath the bright moonlight, the poisonous secretions from her skin dispersing into the air. There was soon nothing left of her, not even the long, extravagant, robes she adorned herself with.

Tomioka's chest heaved from fatigue, drops of sweat running down his temple. He watched sternly as all traces of the demon disappeared, before releasing a long exhale. It was now eerily quiet, the long assault finally over. You both had succeeded, protecting a village from total annihilation once more.

Before getting a chance to celebrate, he felt a certain light-headedness seize him, forcing him to take a step back to regain his balance. The mist that was now vanishing had managed to up the temperature of the surrounding area by a few degrees. It was a little unnerving, but he realized you both would have to endure whatever effects may result from ingesting various amounts of the demon's blood art. It was non-lethal, with the worst side effect reported to be dropping unconscious. He would stay in close proximity to you for the rest of the night, deciding it was better to monitor your reaction since you took most of the damage.

Pulling himself together, he turned his attention to you in the distance.

You stood several feet away, hunched over, unable to move as the stiffening heat encased every fiber of your being.

Your knees buckled underneath you as you felt your body's heat intensify. There was a sinister warmth pooling between your legs and shooting up your spine. You knew it was too late to hope to reverse the demon's blood art, so you doubled down, deciding to bear it. You tried your best to steady your breath as you sank to the ground, your heartbeat hammering in your ribcage while the effects of the fog settled into your body.

"[F/N]!" Giyuu's strained voice called out to you, regardless if you could hear him or not. He had missed most of the demon's final smoke attack, but started to feel his chest tighten at the sight of you on your knees, breathing heavily. He was nearly exhausted making his way over to you, but after seeing you ingest so much smoke, there was nothing more important in this moment than making sure you were okay. He would get you out of here safely if it was the last thing he did. Protecting you was the final part of his mission.

It was then as if the temperature of the area skyrocketed. As Tomioka approached you, the air grew thick, and time slowed down as everything grew hazy around him. He could only really hear how hard he was breathing, and his focus was lasered in on your figure, wanting to make it to you as quickly as possible. As his footsteps grew closer, you hurriedly outstretched your arm towards him, aiming to halt his advances.

"No! Don't come any closer!" You cried out, panicking because you knew what was happening to you. This poison... resembled the effects of an aphrodisiac, however, almost hundreds of times more potent than a natural one. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your fellow Pillar, the state you were in could put you both in a very compromising position. Regardless, Tomioka ignored your warning and pushed on, soon dropping to his knees with a 'thud' at your lefthand side.

"Are you alright?!" His sturdy hands came up to grip your shoulders, a worried expression all over his face. "Do you feel anything?" He questioned you.

Your body felt hot all over, and his touches were scalding, you needed him away from you before it was too late. You tried to turn away from him, avoiding his eyes, but his grip was unwavering, holding you in place.

"Get away from me. ...Please Giyuu," you quietly begged him, unable to explain what was making you so flustered. You brought a hand to his chest, slightly pushing him away to maintain your distance. A shade of pink dusted your cheeks as you felt his eyes scan your body, examining you so closely.

"Not until you tell me what's happening," he insisted, suddenly fixated on the way your chest heaved as you took in deep breaths.

"It's just, really, really hot," you half-lied. A light layer of sheen was starting to gather on your forehead, and you reached up to unbutton the first few buttons of your collar.

"Here, take this off," He insisted, quickly reaching over to slide off your haori, and placing your sword with it on the ground next to you. His haori joined yours as he too, tried to escape the heat creeping up his legs, spine, and into his face and chest.

You fanned yourself to no avail, closing your eyes to ignore the growing pulsating feeling of your nether regions. Taking off your haori proved to be useless, as you expected. You would do almost anything to relieve this maddening sensation all over your body and just prayed that Giyuu was in a better position than you right now. What good would it do if you were both like this? You couldn't help but let your mind wander, giving an inkling of attention to the idea of how you both could help each other out.

"I feel like... it's getting worse," Giyuu interrupted your thoughts, his breaths becoming more and more labored as seconds passed on. He scanned the area looking for any signs of life before it hit him that the never-ending forest path you two were stuck in must've been tied to the demon's blood art as well. Although the demon's life had been taken, and all effects should have ceased by now, it still persisted, locking the both of you in a trance-like state, still affecting your perception of your surroundings. Until it wore off, there was no escape for either of you.

His eyes darted back to you, still full of concern. If he was unable to get you both out of here, he could at least find some way to help you.

"[F/n]. You need to tell me what you're feeling, maybe there's a way to reverse this. But, I don't... I don't remember there being an antidote...," Giyuu was unable to piece any of his thoughts together. It was starting to become increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything at all. Anything other than how... how beautiful you looked right now. Your eyes were trained on the ground, but he still lingered on the way your lashes fluttered open and closed. And the way your pretty lips were agape, sucking in short breaths. Your quiet whimpers triggered something sleeping deep within him, with the sound of your voice making his dick twitch to life in his uniform.

'It can't be....,' a very suggestive thought flickered in Giyuu's mind as he started to vaguely grasp what he was feeling. If the effects of the poison turned out to be what he thought it was, it would be an embarrassingly long amount of hours before the two of you made it out of this forest.

"It's the blood demon art... it's supposed to make you...," You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence. You were starting to not trust your own voice. You didn't even know what to say. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him, 'by the way Tomioka, this might be sex dust. we're supposed to start fucking to get rid of it.' Poor dude probably thinks there's an antidote somewhere. Unbeknownst to you, it just clicked in his brain what he needed to do. And as the water Pillar, it was his duty to do what he must to protect others. Especially a friend like you, a beautiful swordswoman at his side.

"It's alright, we can figure this out. I just need you to trust me." He cut you off calmly, moving behind you and leaning against a tree a couple of inches away.

"Huh? What're you...," you started, squeaking as Giyuu pulled your back taught to his chest in a tight embrace, knees on either side, effectively trapping you. Reaching around to your front, he began indiscriminately popping open the rest of the buttons to your uniform jacket. You were only in your bindings underneath, which barely held up after the intense fight with the demon. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way he was glued to your backside. You knew the effects of the aphrodisiac had finally caught up to him, feeling him clench his teeth as his jaw was pressed to your temple. He slipped your jacket off, adding it to the pile of discarded clothes on the ground.

"Hold on!" You wailed, nervousness choking you up completely. What was he doing? There was no way the quiet, stone-cold Giyuu Tomioka would participate in such erotic acts, even if it meant failing to return from a mission. You honestly didn't even think he had it in him to be so boldly sexual. You underestimated the level of carnal lust he had been holding back, simply to not disturb the peace of your friendship.

"I know I can help you, [f/n]. Forgive me," He exhaled, propping a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up toward him. His eyes were a shade darker, but you could see the traces of concern and desperation etched into his features. He leaned forward to lock his lips with yours, snaking a hand behind your head to nestle in your hair. His lips were soft and warm as he kissed you. You hesitated but moved your lips in sync as his tongue licked your bottom lip. Your mouth parted almost immediately, allowing his tongue to enter, tangling with yours. His tongue pushed into your mouth, hotly sucking on yours as he lightly moaned into the kiss. Seconds later, he pulled away with a quiet exhale, drinking in the sight of you with your face flushed and lips now swollen and pink.

"These need to come off though," he sighed with disapproval, motioning towards your feet.

A hand slid down your leg, lifting it up to slip off your Geta sandal. Reaching over to your other leg, he popped off your remaining shoe.

"Are those...?" his breath was caught in his throat as he trailed his hands up your legs and lifted up your skirt, revealing the thigh-high socks you wore under your uniform.

You groaned as you felt Giyuu's palms slide over the tops of your thighs and slip underneath your uniform skirt, hands finding their way to the cotton material of your socks.

"And definitely these too..." He sighed by your ear, his voice so deep it almost held a growl.

Your breath hitched as you felt two thumbs hook under your socks, intent on pushing them down your legs. Even in your hazy, lust-drunken state, you realized your socks were still connected to your panties by thin garter clips. By pulling your socks down, he could end up pulling your already-soaked panties down with them. Your resolve was already crumbling in this compromising position, but the risk of being exposed would shatter it completely. You were fighting off this 'poison' the best you could, but Tomioka's heated breath right next to your ear and slowly hardening length against the curve of your ass wasn't making it any easier.

"G-Giyuu! Enough! 'Hng... you- you can't!" You panted frantically. Your hands wrapped around and strained against both of his wrists, heart thumping wildly as you watched him struggle to inch your socks down.

"Just... Just let me take these off. You're overheating," Giyuu breathed, lowering his chin into the crook of your right shoulder. "It'll make you feel better... I can make you feel better."

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Tomioka found himself somehow falling deeper and deeper into intoxication, the remnants of the perfumed poison wafting off of you in sickly sweet-smelling waves. He couldn't help but inhale your scent deeply, quickly becoming addicted to it. His eyes were low, clouded in a dark lust as he felt his self-control splintering the more you pressed up against him, trying to preserve your dignity and hide your embarrassment. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, dragging a small stripe from the crook of your neck to your ear. He felt you shudder harshly beneath him as he kitten-licked the shell of your ear.

"Please... you can't..," you whined, your pleas falling on deaf ears as the water Pillar had his way with you, already successfully dragging your socks down more than halfway. Your strength was no match for his, which had you biting your bottom lip frustratedly, feeling the effects of the poison diminish your motivation to resist. You watched as your garters moved down your legs from underneath your skirt, tightly fastened to your panties as they were pulled down with them.

"B-But my underwear-!" You helplessly stammered, as Giyuu lifted one of your legs after the other, slowly peeling the items of clothing off one by one. A patch of wetness could be seen dead in the center of your undergarment and caught his eye immediately as he watched it be pulled along. A trail of your slick coated your thighs, Giyuu's mouth watering at the sight.

"Oh. But you're already so wet down there... just let me help [f/n]... please," he softly groaned into your ear, his voice so desperate, full of need. You shivered as the air hit your barely covered cunt, and you snapped your knees together, trying to conceal yourself the best you could.

"Giyuu..." you started, feeling his large, rough hands slide back up underneath your skirt. Snaking his hand in between your thighs, he spread them open, allowing him more access. There was nothing to separate him from your bare pussy, and he let himself drag a hesitant finger up your quivering slit. A strangled moan escaped you as his fingers gathered your slick, and used it to rub smooth circles around your clit.

"Oh! Fuck...," you quietly cursed, feeling yourself jerk and twitch from sudden pleasure as Tomioka gave you attention exactly where you needed it the most. You couldn't hide how badly you needed him to touch you, knowing how embarrassingly quick it would be for you to come undone. You arched more into him, lolling your head to the side as his slow circles on your bud brought you deeper into madness. Against your wishes, your hips ground into his fingers and into his erection behind you, chasing your high.

"That's it [f/n], I got you," he purred, moving his other hand that he used to steady your hip to trace your slit once more. You felt a finger breach your entrance, and you grabbed his forearms to steady your jolting body.

"'Hng,... Ah!" you moaned loudly, gasping as he curled his finger inside your dripping heat, pushing it deeper until he found a spongy spot along your velvety walls. You almost leapt out of his arms, the way he prodded your g-spot so fiercely, your mind melting into a hazy goo, unable to think straight. You were practically immobilized with pleasure, letting out a whine when he added a second finger, and soon a third, stretching you out. His pace around your clit quickened, never faltering even with the added stimulation. Your pussy was drooling around his fingers, the squelching noises so vulgar to your ears. However, it was music to his.

Tomioka nipped and sucked at your exposed neck, shuddering as your sweet cries reached his ears. You were almost at your limit, he could feel you squeezing sporadically around him. It was almost devilish how much he enjoyed you falling apart in his hands. He just wanted to help you feel better, of course, so happy the way your swollen pussy clung to his fingers. With a few more rubs of your clit, you felt it. The pressure that was steadily building up in your abdomen was careening over the edge.

"W-Wait! Giyuu...! 'm cumming... gonna...!" You couldn't finish your sentence as the pressure exploded, sending you straight into the clouds. Your eyes rolled upwards, and your pussy spasmed and gushed around his fingers as you came hard. You shook in his arms, quietly cursing and moaning his name. Tomioka continued to finger-fuck you through your orgasm, relishing in the way you moaned his name as you came. He was rock hard, his cock straining painfully now against his uniform pants. He wanted nothing more than to feel himself inside you, hoping it could relieve the unbearable sexual frustration you were both suffering from.

As you panted, slowly coming down from your high, Giyuu slipped his hands away from your cunt to tear off his jacket, now allowing the both of you to be skin-to-skin. You still had your bindings halfway on, but you were soaking through your skirt, even creating a damp spot where the curve of your ass met his print. Giyuu had already slipped off his shoes, finding a place for his hands around your waist. You released a shaky breath as you felt his hands rub circles at your sides.

"Are...are you feeling better?" He asked lowly, peering over your shoulder at the bindings that were slowly unraveling around your tits. His hands mindlessly came up to grope them softly, palming them in slow circles.

"Y-Yes," you breathed, unable to wrap your head around how hard he just made you cum with his fingers. The heat momentarily dwindled, before returning with the stimulation at your chest. You had the shortest window of relief before being reminded that you needed more. It wasn't enough. You needed to help him too, the only way you knew how. His method was working after all.

"Giyuu... I think I need more," you mumbled, relaxing into his touches. His fingers came up to peel off your bindings, exposing your nipples to the air. He took each one in his index and thumb, lightly pulling and tweaking them. You jerked, shock and pleasure shooting through you.

He was at your earlobe licking, then sucking and kissing the soft skin down the side of your neck.

"I know baby, ...how much more? Tell me what you want," he sighed, drunken on how perfect and sexy you were like this. He almost wasn't sure how much of himself was being influenced by the aphrodisiac, you already drove him crazy internally. Eventually, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back anymore. The way you regarded him so sweetly always, he found himself drawn to you, appreciating your friendship. He could only yearn for you, wanting to take you every time your touches lingered on his arm, or sparred with him, or was in his presence. He wanted to show you just how much he wanted you.

"I want you... to fuck me," you moaned, ignoring how desperate your request may have came out. You just couldn't bear it any longer, you needed him to make you feel good. You needed him inside you until you couldn't think straight.

Giyuu wasted no time and brought his legs in, lifting you into his lap with a strong arm. He turned your head to collide mouths, hastily deepening the kiss. His tongue was back inside your mouth fiercely, mixing your saliva with his, and pulling back a bit to run it over your puffy lips. With an arm still supporting your back, he placed you onto his outstretched haori on the ground, him now on top of you. He broke the kiss, a thin string of spit connecting your lips before snapping. Giyuu slid his hands up the back of your thighs, placing both of your legs over his shoulders. Reaching down, he popped open the buttons of his trousers and hooked his thumb underneath, pulling them down with his undergarments and freeing his cock. You glanced into the space between your bodies, watching as his dick, long and heavy with considerable girth, twitched to life. It slightly curved, and his tip was angrily flushed, precum dribbling from his slit. Your mouth watered a little at the sight. You could feel how big it was from his print, but seeing his dick in all its naked glory was a different story. You were calculating if it would even fit, unaware that Tomioka watched your expression morph into one of dumbfoundedness. He lowered himself, placing an arm next to your head, to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, and one on your lips.

"You can take it... right?" He whispered into your ear and gave a tentative roll of his hips, sliding his tip over your slick folds. His cock dipped lightly into and out of your entrance and slipped right over your clit.

"Ah...! Yes-!" You gasped, feeling the head of his cock breach your entrance. He pushed a few inches into you, your pussy already squeezing him tightly. You felt him groan, drawling out your name in a soft whisper.

"So fucking... tight...," Tomioka shuddered, tensing up to keep him from creaming inside your needy cunt so quickly. "How could you keep this from me..?" He closed his eyes, enjoying every second his cock slowly pushed an inch inside of you.

"Ohh...! Keep going p-please!" You babbled, needing him to hurry and fill you up, even if the pressure opening up your little hole was overwhelming. The effects of the poison still craved more and more, having no regard for logic, just urging you to be pounded into.

"Gods...," he breathed, with quick two thrusts fully splitting you open and seating him deeper than you could have imagined inside you. He stilled for a moment, letting you feel every twitch, as you throbbed around him. You were situated in a mating press, thighs to your chest, as Tomioka angled his hips to kiss his tip at your cervix. Your head reeled from total satisfaction, despite the painful stretch, and your voice was caught in your throat as you felt him, finally, filling up your aching pussy. You almost couldn't get enough of his body being on yours, wrapping your arms around his neck and screwing your eyes shut. Slowly dragging his full length from out your pussy, you felt every vein on his cock as he moved, already whining and nipping at his neck to be stuffed again. He couldn't bare to turn to show you how wide his pupils were blown, beads of sweat forming at his temple as his last strings of self-restraint started to snap.

"I'm gonna start moving now," Giyuu murmured lowly, almost as a warning to brace yourself.

"H-Hurry, Ngh-!" you cried as he snapped his hips forward, plunging into your velvety heat once more. With a firm grip on your calf, he set a brutal pace, pounding into you with every sharp roll of his pelvis. Your pussy drooled and creamed around him as he rearranged your insides, echoing obscene skin-slapping sounds when his heavy balls met the curve of your ass.

"Fuck... you keep sucking me in like that...," he hissed, losing himself in your pretty cunt.

His cock head continually prodded your cervix, constantly rubbing along your g-spot, sending you barreling towards your second release. His head rose to watch your face, long wisps of jet-black hair running awry. He loved watching your tits bounce as he roughly fucked you, the sight fulfilling his most carnal desires. He watched as quiet praises fell from your lips, barely coherent with how cock-drunk you became, and your eyes fluttered open and closed, unable to hold eye contact, your nerves firing off on every end. His eyes flickered to where your two bodies met, eyeing the creamy ring your pussy pushed down the base of his member the deeper he thrust into you. He let out staggered grunts feeling himself approach his high quickly with the way your cunt swallowed his dick relentlessly. He wanted you to cum again, all over his dick this time, and felt the urge to breed his seed deep into you, only if you would let him. His hand abandoned the back of your knee to snake down your abdomen and find its way to your puffy clit. After rubbing several quick circles on your nub, he felt the siren's call of your approaching orgasm, your cunt starting to spasm around his length. You peered up at him through teary eyes, mouth falling open.

"I-I think I'm... 'm cumming... 'm cumming... fuckk, " you braced yourself as your vision exploded with stars, your mind-numbing climax tearing through you with a strangled cry. Your pussy squirted your release, dripping down your ass and wetting him from his balls to the tops of his thighs. You called out Tomioka's name with a sob as he fucked you steadily through your orgasm. His resolve finally cracked as he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Just like that baby... I'm almost... almost there," he stammered, clenching his teeth as he watched you come down exhaustedly, your doe eyes low and tired.

"Inside... n-need you to cum inside me...," you whispered up at him, using the last of your strength to urge him impossibly deeper. It was such a filthy request that he was more than happy to oblige, as his thrusts morphed into, deep, sultry rolls of his hips. He ground into your cunt a few more times before pushing inside you one last time, his tip spurting warm cum up against your cervix. His body shook, chest heaving hard as he breathed out a string of curses, drowning in the intensity of his climax. You both panted heavily for a moment, feeling the brain fog finally start to dissipate.

Sliding out of you with a quiet "damn," his eyes locked on your pussy as his own semen spilled from your hole, trailing down your sex. The two of you had just gone at it like rabbits, both sheepishly smiling as Tomioka lowered your aching legs. There were no words to describe how utterly satisfying it was to succumb to the urges of the aphrodisiac.

"I think," you said in between breaths, "We might have to just continue this later... indoors...," suddenly reminded of your place on the forest floor.

"Yeah, ... I agree."

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𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘.

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! suggestive themes (no smut... in this chapter at least), language, smoking, weed, plug!eren, college au, slightly black-coded!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k

𝐚/𝐧: this is longgg. I kinda wanna make this multiple parts... idkkk. Lmk if y'all would want that. But anyways, enjoy! (This will be posted on my Wattpad acc too! @ -headlinesheadlines).

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"Did he text back yet or what, baldie?" Sasha groaned, reaching into the bowl atop your coffee table, and tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

The brunette was growing impatient whilst she laid her head in your lap. The two of you were seated on the carpet of your shared living room, and your other guests, Jean Kirschtein and Connie Springer were enjoying the comfort of your couch behind you. Unfortunately, you had hoped the food would distract everyone from becoming irritated by the group's failing mission. Securing more weed for tonight's sesh.

"Shut up! You know how long it takes this motherfucker to respond," Connie barked back, his temper already rising.

"Jeez, will the both of you calm the fuck down? Like [f/n] said, you should've had everything covered before we even got here, Connie," Jean interjected, usually being the voice of reason. He continued to flicker through YouTube playlists on your TV screen, searching for music to fit the vibe while you all tried to resolve the issue at hand. "Jeager's dumbass is always late. That motherfucker would be late to his funeral if he could."

You let out a slight chuckle, finding it funny how poorly your friends viewed this dude who they've apparently grown up with. You were only aware of the fact that Eren was notorious for being the best plug on campus, and whenever you smoked with these three, it was always from his supply. You had to give it to him though, his shit was gas every time. The four of you would always end the night just a few puffs away from literally greening out, and unfortunately, Jean and Connie would have to make the treacherous journey back to their shared student apartment. In the middle of the night.

"I feel bad for [f/n], she's never even met him and he's already leaving a terrible first impression," Sasha chimed in, her voice cracking with laughter.

"As if he could ever leave a good one," Connie replied, the two of them subsequently bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Damn, y'all are always flaming ole boy, and I don't even know what he looks like!" You shook your head, disappointed with their childish antics. You did wonder from time to time about Eren's appearance, only because they brought him up so often. You've even considered cheating on your current plug, just to see what the hype was about. After all, he wasn't just known for his supply, rumor has it that he's quite an attractive plug, and would flirt with or throw in discounts for customers he found enticing.

"Oh—hold on!" You felt Sasha shuffling underneath you, probably looking for her phone. "Lemme pull up his insta real quick." You watched as she unlocked her cell, opened the app, and scrolled through her following list. She clicked the username 'jeagerbomb', and you swore all the saliva in your mouth evaporated instantly. The man they were currently clowning had to be made in the image of a Greek God.

"This is the famous Eren Jeager by the way," she said jokingly, handing you her phone. "Don't hold your breath", a hint of sarcasm was thrown in.

You held her phone for a minute or two, scrolling through his feed and being extra careful not to accidentally like any photos of him. It was almost an impossible task with the way you were flying through all of his pictures. You were in total disbelief. The constantly late, foul-mouthed, disagreeable Eren Jeager looked this good? Wisps of shoulder-length, deep brown hair fell around his face in the sexiest way. His jawline was carved to perfection. His skin was a sun-kissed tan. And his eyes... a gorgeous mixture of turquoise and sea-foam green you could lose yourself in. Your lips parted slightly, but it took everything in you to not let your jaw hit the floor with neck-breaking speed.

You mustered an "Oh, he's not too bad," realizing you've had more than enough time to hand Sasha's phone back. You hoped you weren't caught ogling at her phone like a thirsty fan.

"Yeah, he's alright-looking I guess," Sasha replied, exiting his page and resuming whatever mobile game she was playing before.

After a couple of minutes of chilling to an R&B playlist Jean put on, you heard a sudden rustle of your cushions signaling that someone stood up.

"Shit— He's here y'all!" Connie sang, hurtling himself over the back of your couch, and bounding towards the door. "Be right back!"

You all watched him hastily shuffle into his sneakers and exit your apartment, hearing the sound of his running footsteps fade into the distance.

"Finally," Jean let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "Took that bastard long enough."

"Aw, poor thing", you reached back to pat his knee, laughing when he rolled his eyes at your attempt to patronize him. You turned back around to find that Sasha cleared the remainder of the popcorn, leaving none left, even after you reminded her to slow down and save some for the rest of you.

"You hungry bastard," you griped, pinching her cheeks. She continued chewing, letting out several intangible complaints with her mouth full of food, and tried her best to swat your hands away. Your short squabble was interrupted by a couple of knocks at your door, meaning Connie had returned.

"Don't worry, I'll get it," Jean piped up, allowing the two of you to continue bickering whilst he made his way to the entrance, checking to see if Connie successfully retrieved the supply.

"Huh? Why'd he hafta bring that bastard along?" You heard Jean mutter whilst peering through the peephole.

You snapped your head towards him, "wait, what do you mean?"

"It looks like Connie brought Eren with him."

Before you could reply, Jean grabbed the doorknob and pulled open the door, revealing Connie holding a sealed baggie, and none other than Eren Jeager himself following behind him into your apartment.

You were at a loss for words, and let go of Sasha's face. She took the opportunity to grab the empty bowl and beeline for the kitchen. You almost forgot how to speak until Connie interrupted your thoughts.

"Oh yeah, [f/n], you mind if Eren smokes with us tonight? He brought something new we can all split." He blurted out, bashfully scratching his head. You weren't sure if he realized in time that this would be your first time meeting Eren. In nothing but a tank top and a pair of childishly patterned PJ shorts, reserved only for the eyes of your closest friends. "He's cool though," he reassured you.

You weren't too quick to panic over your appearance, albeit, in a quite revealing choice of clothing, you were still half-decent. And so what? Your teddy bear pajamas were cute anyways.

You quickly glanced behind Connie, taking a mental screenshot of Eren's towering figure while he was focused on taking in the scenery of your living space.

'God, he looks even better in person,' You thought to yourself. You noted how his black t-shirt fit his torso snugly, slightly outlining his rippling muscles underneath. His biceps were large and defined, and his short sleeves put his thoroughly tattooed arms on full display. Not to mention the way his grey sweats hung nicely around his hips, with a sliver of his v-line being visible past the hem of his shirt. Your eyes made their way back up to find Eren staring right at you, and you could've sworn there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your eyes immediately darted elsewhere in the room, while his were still fixed on you.

'Shit! I hope he ain't see me feening just now,' you mentally cursed, praying you weren't seen basically eye-fucking him.

"Sure, I don't mind," you found your voice, quickly answering Connie, "Just leave your shoes by the door, Eren, there's carpet."

"Yeah, no problem," He replied, slipping off his slides in your doorway, while Jean and Connie returned to their previous spots on your couch.

"'Sup Sash," He greeted Sasha, who was busy in the kitchen adjacent to the doorway. His voice was smooth and deep, with a hint of raspiness that had your heartbeat picking up the pace.

"Oh, hey Eren. Way to crash the party," Sasha joked, rinsing the leftover kernels from the bowl into the sink. You couldn't help but watch through your peripherals as Eren laughed and made his way around the couch, finding a spot on the carpet to your right, where Sasha was just sitting. He sat a little closer than you had anticipated, with hints of cologne, weed, and fresh linen trailing off of him.

'Lord..,' You thought, literally having to steel your nerves with how close this man was. You didn't want to seem too on edge when having just met him.

"Aye, you mind if I sit here?" He asked whilst emptying the contents of his pocket: car keys, a small baggie, a lighter, and some papers, and setting them on your coffee table.

"Not really. Sasha might though, that was her spot," you answered with a smile, pointing back at the brunette finishing up in the kitchen.

"Damn, my bad." He feigned remorse, letting out a small chuckle. "You [f/n] right?" He asks, slowly turning his gaze towards you. His green eyes were low and twinged with red, most likely being the aftereffects of an earlier smoke session.

Your eyes widened, a little surprised he knew of you. You chalked it up to the trio probably talking to him about you as much as they did about him. They were good friends with him after all. You prayed they didn't spill too much. In the few years in college that you've all known each other, only heaven knows the number of embarrassing moments they've seen you in.

"Yeah, [f/n] [l/n]. They've told me a little about you too," you reply.

"Yeah? They tell you I'm the only one you should be buying from on campus too?" He sported a cheeky grin.

"Well, we'll see how good this new shit is first. Don't think I'm gonna be dropping my plug anytime soon though," you replied matter-of-factly, almost challenging him. Naively of course. You already knew Eren's shit would knock you off your ass, but you wanted to see how far you'd hold up before cracking in front of him. You've somewhat built up your tolerance a good amount anyways.

"Easy tiger, you know you'll be coming back for more," he laughed, throwing you a quick wink before opening up a pack of papers.

You felt your cheeks flush slightly from the nickname, and with an eye roll, you turned your attention back to the TV.

"Alright, alright. Can you quit trying to rizz her up and start rolling already?" Jean remarked, growing annoyed with Eren's flirtatious demeanor.

"Can't I do both?" He replied, sprinkling the ground-up bud from one of his baggies into a paper. You watched him, his eyes not-so-subtly locked onto yours as he sealed the sticky end of the paper with his tongue, and finished rolling the joint. You almost shivered at how commanding he was of your attention. No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. There was something so fiercely magnetic about his presence, and you wouldn't mind letting yourself get pulled in.

"All done," he said, placing the joint between his lips and grabbing the lighter. Before sparking it, he pulled a spare hair tie off of his wrist, reaching behind his head to gather wisps of unruly hair and tying it into a makeshift man-bun. A few hairs still tastefully framed his face, as well as giving you more access to the previously hidden tattoos around his neck. You wanted so badly to reach forward and run your fingers through his hair. It appeared to be effortlessly silky. You half made a mental note to find out the brand of shampoo he uses later.

Bringing the lighter to the end of the joint, he set it aflame, inhaling deeply as puffs of smoke drifted into the air. After two to three more pulls, Eren turned to you, the joint in between his fingers. The mouthpiece was facing you, and you caught on to his motion for you to take it. You leaned forward, placing your lips on the tip of the joint, and inhaled, without taking it from him. His eyes were trained intently on your lips as you ghosted your last puff of smoke and blew it out slowly.

"Attagirl...," Eren murmured, so faintly you doubted you even heard it. After flashing a small smile, you took the blunt from him and passed it to Jean behind you, who was too engrossed in his phone to be aware of the building tension between you and Eren.

The five of you continued to smoke, taking turns passing the joint around and socializing, enjoying the vibes that this peaceful Friday night provided. After a strenuous week of classes, you all needed some time to unwind. When the first blunt started to dwindle, of course, Eren added two more into the mix, substantially raising the level of intoxication in the group. Sasha being the first to tap out, was lying comfortably on the couch, a light snore coming from her direction.

"One... One down! Too bad she can't... can't hanggg," Connie laughed, slapping Jean's shoulder enthusiastically as he struggled to string his sentences together.

"Yuppp. She's out like a light," Jean chimed in, passing the remainder of the blunt to Eren, who took one last pull and put it out in a nearby ashtray. You were all definitely high, the smoke sesh being yet another success, thanks to Eren this time.

"Surprised you could keep up shawty, underestimated you a 'lil," Eren stated, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

"Well don't, these lungs are made of steel," you chirped, a triumphant but lazy smile across your face. You became aware of how much your face had heated up, and you placed two hands on either side of your face, hoping it would cool you down and cover your goofy-looking expression.

"Wish I could stay longer to hold you to that," he replied, "but it looks like I'mma need you to help me walk them downstairs," he motioned to Jean and Connie grumbling incoherently on the couch, trying their best to gather their things to start making their way back.

Grabbing the items he left on the table, Eren stood up and placed his arms behind his head, stretching deeply. You followed the rising hem of his shirt, letting your eyes linger on his toned midriff before you finally stood up.

"Yeah, 's no problem," you mumbled, your mind generating unholy thoughts while viewing his figure. He was just so... tall. And built.

Dusting yourself off, you made your way to the kitchen island to grab your house keys. Eren followed closely behind you, watching the way your hips moved while you walked, your shorts just barely covering the curve of your ass. He wanted to do nothing more than reach forward and give you a hefty love tap but maintained his composure. He loved the smell of shea butter and florals that wafted off of you, urging him to hold you close and inhale your gorgeous scent. He needed to see you again, and next time he would have you alone for sure, free to explore everything your beautiful self had to offer.

You all safely made it down the few flights of stairs and into the lobby, Jean and Connie stumbling out the doors after waving both you and Eren goodbye. You stifled a small giggle, finding it hilarious how those two were determined to make it home blazed as hell. After watching them turn a corner, Eren pressed a button on his car key, unlocking the doors to a jet-black BMW parked out front. You followed him to the driver's door, watching as he opened the door but hesitated to enter, instead leaning on its frame with an arm on top of the roof.

"So when am I seeing you again, princess?" He asked, voice so low it was almost a purr. The two of you were alone now, and he heavily contemplated bringing you into the backseat. He leaned into you a little, watching as you lifted your head to maintain eye contact. His eyes flickered between your lips and back up to your eyes again.

"I dunno... whenever you wanna see me," you answered, feeling the tension between the two of you grow heavy, igniting a small flame in the pit of your stomach.

He paused for a moment, scanning your figure before he reached forward, snaking his hand around your waist and into your back pocket to retrieve your phone. Your mouth parted in surprise as he brought your phone up to your face.

"Unlock it," he ordered.

You did as you were told, typing in your PIN code, and unlocking your phone. He turned your phone around, tapping a couple of things on your screen you couldn't see. Your face must've expressed some confusion until you heard his phone sound off a notification chime, meaning he contacted himself from your phone. You now had his number.

"I'll be texting you, pretty girl, don't leave me hanging," he smirked, slipping your phone back into your pocket, and trailing his large hand over your ass and back onto the roof of his car.

'Smooth bastard,' you commented inwardly.

"I won't," you replied, smiling sweetly. "Get home safe Eren."

"Will do, sweetheart" he responded, flashing a quick wink before entering his car and closing the door. You walked back to the front doors of your apartment building, hearing his engine ignite and the vehicle pull off only when you stepped inside.

Must've been waiting for you to get in safely, how sweet of him. You didn't attribute it to the fact that your body was pure eye candy to Eren, and he savored the sight of your figure until it disappeared.

It was hard for you to settle into sleep that night, the thought of your next encounter with your new acquaintance filling your mind with endless possibilities.

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