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Synopsis — After his game Eren promises to treat you to something, but he can't deny his bratty girlfriend when she pleads for it a little earlier.
Cw — Smut (Mdni), Reader is imagined w big tits n thighs, also wears glasses, Awkward/shy! Eren, Virgin! Eren, you both have matching necklaces aw, Reader has curly hair, semi-public sex, boobjob w bra on + missionary, Praise: Angel + baby, etc, sprinkle of aftercare, goofy ending idk. + Inspired by @/kazushawty's cai bot.
Word count 3.5k + 59 paragraphs. FT @honeybleed @zarihaaa
"Okayyy, I see you, baby. Score against that corny ass motherfucker!!'' Your hands flapped up and down like some dehydrated bird, yet pridefully cheering for your tall, handsome brunette-haired boyfriend as you jumped up with an unstable theatrical landing. Your friend swore your expensive tortoiseshell Prada glasses flew off your face with the way they crashed like an airplane in turbulence onto Naj's lap as she gasped, jolting at the scene.
Way too energetic, but of course you were; this was your boyfriend's big game you were talking about, or everyone was talking about. Eren was one of the best players at the Shiganshina Eagles, and the way he was straight up bullying people on court made the crowd believe he had this fake Disney bad boy persona going on for him behind the scenes.
Which was completely wrong; you, his friends, and everyone on Eren's team knew he was the shyest yet most chill person on earth. He'd feel nervous simply about ordering his own food, even going outside he'd feel anxious to the world his heart only being at rest when you tagged along his every errand enjoying your sunshine-like presence so Eren of course loved his "He said no pickles." Girlfriend, he wasn't sure what he'd do without you if he were honest.
You've always wondered what he'd do if he ever went professional, playing basketball doing tons of interviews and invites to different social media stars podcasts, channels, or Twitch streams, but you figured he'd probably beg for you to come along with him. It was silly to think about how awkward Eren could be off the court, and somehow he was extremely clingy to you. That was something you loved about him, though.
People would also assume he had a six-flag line of girls before you, which is another horrendous misconception, especially since he rarely talked to anyone outside of his small circle. He may have dated Mikasa in the past, but it was just a bumpy early stage in life that either one of them refused to talk about; embarrassed they've ever dated.
It didn't mean you and Mikasa were enemies, though; the two of you were actually good friends, hanging out often. It shocked most people that you didn't fit the new girlfriend battling the crazy ex-girlfriend drama.
The thing that appalled you entirely was Eren telling you he's a virgin; body count didn't really matter to you as long as the guy under discussion didn't have thirty-something bodies, and on top of that, questioning a woman's body count.
You couldn't lie; it was very attractive to you that Eren decided to eventually wait for the right person to come along for that type of moment, or maybe it was just generally Eren's mindset on life that made him attractive. Either way, today was the day your boyfriend promised you after his game he'd treat you to something a little special.
Breaking you out of your thoughts Najma jokingly tapped your ass with your glasses. "Tweety bird, take your stuff and have a seat." She snickered at the nickname she gave you due to how much you cheered the whole game. Grabbing your glasses and putting them back on your face, you scrunched up your glossy lips as you rolled your eyes, attempting to come up with a response.
"Oh, hush, if it was Jean playing, you'd be doing the same thing." You retorted, facing yourself back to the number sixteen jersey, which was Eren's. He dribbled the ball down the court, jumping up to shoot, releasing the dark orange ball off of his fingertips and landing into the white net. Being dramatic as you always were, you swore you could faint when Eren pulled this little stunt in front of everyone, bringing his matching shiny gold matching-initial necklace to his lips blowing a kiss at you from afar.
To which you returned, bringing your E initial necklace to your lips and kissing it, staining the gold with your cherry-flavored gloss. Both Zari and Najma scrunched up their faces in disgust, witnessing the lovey-dovey actions between the two of you.
After tiring yourself sore from being your boyfriend's avid cheerleader in the bleachers, his halftime quickly approached. Your friends decided to stop for some food at a nearby deli, their rumbling tummies eventually ruining their pockets, while you ran up to Eren, wrapping him in a huge, welcoming bear hug.
Pulling him to the side, you grew impatient to wait for what he promised after his game, whispering everything dirty you wanted your boyfriend to do to you in his ear, your warm breath fanning against it.
Eren gasped for a moment, backing a step away from you, putting one hand over his mouth, slightly raising his eyebrows. "Baby, right now...? I told you... To wait after my game's over." He questioned, breathing heavily in between words dripping with sweat from galloping around the court for what to him felt like an internity.
"But Erennnn," You pouted, biting your lip seductively, as you played with your bubbly ombre-dyed curls. "I can't wait till the game's over; I need you nowww." You whined, batting your long eyelashes, making it hard for Eren to say no to his hot, bratty girlfriend, especially when she had on a tight crop button-up shirt that revealed your voluminous freckled breasts covered with a lacey bra.
Your boyfriend hungrily eyed you up and down, yet he was still hesitant, which didn't matter because before he could even reply, you snatched his hand and sneaked over into the locker room for a bit of privacy with a mischievous grin sprawled out on your face.
He sat down nearby, legs spread stretched open, on a brown wooden bench that was almost able to fit two or more people fairly comfortably, which was perfect for what was about to happen “Y/n, what if the coaches find us...?” Eren gulps at the mere thought of feeling your soft tits in his hands. Maybe a little embarrassed about losing his virginity here, but he knew first times weren't always ideal for everyone.
"You don't think you're gonna need some luck for the game? Just relax; trust me, baby, nobody will find us if we're real quick." An angelic smile flared upon your mouth, massaging his shoulders with a marshmallow-like feel, earning a breathy sigh from Eren's lips as he melted like butter into your graceful touch.
Eren leaned into you, putting his pillowy lips on yours while closing his eyes, hearts throbbing together as one. Anytime your lips left his, he was desperate to get yours back, attached like a missing puzzle piece, kissing you almost as if you put a love spell on him. Sure, you two kissed all the time, but it felt different, possibly knowing where this eventually was leading to.
Your tongue swiped over his entrance, which he happily accepted, his hand holding the side of your head while your tongues dragged against each other as they both swirled together, stuck on loop until he sucked your tongue, making you moan. The air felt as steamy as a hot shower when Eren pulled you closer, massaging your sides, your tongues managing to brush figure eights as your noses swept across each other's faces, refusing to let go, addicted to the kiss like a drug.
The entire kiss was filled to the brim with passion. Reluctant to stop for air, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you, breathing as if you had run fifty miles across the world and back. Eren smiled at you brighter than an orange slice, except his pearly whites were enough to blind anyone. "I guess you're right; I could use a lil luck for the game." He whispered, running his fingers through his dark brown tresses.
"Of course I'm right." You giggled while lugging the fabric of your boyfriend's home basketball jersey closer to you, pressing a few more wispy kisses, this time on his dimples. The short sentence gained a playful eye roll from him, but he was suddenly caught off guard by your love bites on his neck, making your boyfriend's head lean to the side as you continued to attack his skin. "Y/n..." Eren whined, allowing you to mark up his pale skin, almost making him look like a vampire's prey by the time you were done with him.
Gaining the random courage to ask you out of nowhere, Eren flung the question at you "C—can I touch you here?" He stammered sheepishly, biting his lip as his emerald blueish eyes darted back and forth to your face and then your breasts, which looked like they were bound to escape your white crop button-up bursting any second.
With only a nod as an answer, your hand guided Eren's onto your chest. Not having to tell him twice, he feebly squeezed one tit, kneading it like dough in his hand, his thumb purposely swinging by your nipple, curious to see what your reaction would be. And just like Eren hoped, your eyes slammed shut mewling at your boyfriend toying around the cushion-like skin. You couldn't help but creep your fingers in underneath his jersey, feeling his taut muscles flex, adoring whatever touch you gave him.
Those fingers were starting to lose control because he unbuttoned your crop top with one hand, dropping his face down to your chest's level, causing you to breathe faster. The bra was too cute to remove in his opinion, so your boyfriend decided to just kiss each alluring freckle and beauty mark while fondling the other breast through the fabric.
"Wait, Eren!" You blurted, he instantly stopped confused; he was going to ask, "What's wrong?" Until you plopped on your knees in front of him, the cold floor made you quietly hiss, still wanting to give your man a memorable first impression. Now it was your turn to ask him a question. "You've ever had a boob job before, baby?" Your eyes examined Eren's pretty face as a light pink blush dispersed over it.
Unless his imagination counted, he got one from you five times already "No." He mumbled while he wet his lips, waiting patiently for your response, a bit sweaty from his game. Just the answer you were expecting made you waste no time yanking off his shorts along with his underwear; Eren's erection swaying side to side, and to your surprise, he's a thick eight inches, just fixing your mouth to water oceans upon oceans. Finally, you finished staring, your left hand wrapped around his girth, giving him a few pumps gaining a choked sob from his mouth.
You slipped his cock underneath the middle part of your chest. Eren cheesily grinned, seeing his inches in the fabric of a hot pink and white floral lacey bra adorned with a satin mini ribbon in between your fat tits. Bringing your hands together to squeeze your boobs, beginning to move them up and down, occasionally kitten-licking the pink tip.
His fingers found comfort in your luscious curls as you moved at a quicker pace, earning a deep, raspy moan as he bucked his hips like a man riding a bull, pushing his dick farther into your tits as you repeatedly smashed your breasts down on his thighs, stopping to pour all your attention on his sensitive tip, making him grip the brown wooden bench too lost in pleasure. Eren didn't know what to do with himself. "Oh my god, f—fuck, your tits are soft." He praised enjoying the friction of his dick rubbing against your cushion-like breasts.
"Yeah? My pussy feels even better." You confidently declared, wondering if Eren felt this good with just a mere tit fuck, then how whiney would he get thrashing around in your guts? You must've bumped down too hard because your breasts spilled out of your bra, exposing your bare skin. Eren gasped, amazed at how sexy you looked in front of him, yet you continued eager to get your boyfriend to cum on your chest.
After a while, Eren started to feel woozy, unable to even look you in the eyes anymore. His fingertips were turning a bright red from harshly gripping the bench so brashly. His eyelids shut; it felt like a rollercoaster of pleasure crashing over him. "Y/n, y/n, y/n... Oh god, I'm coming." He mumbled, struggling to get out, as his slightly curved girth spurted thick stripes of cum on your glasses. Eren huffed, watching it drip down from your chin to your breasts, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree at how his seed covered your nipples.
"I'm so, so sorry about your glasses." Eren immediately apologized, knowing how expensive they were, but you smiled and shook your head. He always spoiled you with a heap of gifts, even if it wasn't your birthday or a holiday. "At least it didn't get in my eye." You shrugged, reassuring him once, catching your breath, and dipping your fingers into your face and chest for a little taste of his semen.
It wasn't too salty, thankfully, and had a bit of sweetness to it. The flavors danced on your tongue while you instantly swallowed as if you were drinking a milkshake. Eren stroked your hair, proud of his girlfriend, digesting a piece of himself. You weren't done yet, though. Finally getting off your knees, you shimmied out of your denim mini skirt with no problem; all that was left were your see-through mesh white panties.
Using both hands to slip out of them with each leg stepping out of the panties, you were now completely naked in front of Eren. Deciding to lay on your back, the frigid bench electrified your nude, blithe skin. The brunette turned to face you, standing up on his knees, taking off his jersey flinging it to the floor.
"You ready for another round?" You purred while a smile that was laced with pure serenity blew on the bottom half of your face, broadly opening your legs side to side as you spread your plump pussy lips with your bubblegum pink Hello Kitty-themed nails, your core aching viciously for his attentiveness.
Just like that, within only a few minutes, Eren was hard again, perhaps pent up from being super busy traveling lately. "Shit, yeah, of course I am." He responded instantly, pulling you closer to his body with one strong arm. His eyes fell downward, putting his focus on inserting himself into your wet hole, shoving deeper until you were absolutely full of his cock.
Ever since you were dating him, you haven't been laid in what felt like when the Stone Age ended. Without warning, Eren started to move rapidly, making your back arch, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop my love." You cried out as the palm of your left hand sought out Eren's lower abdomen.
That's exactly what he didn't want to do—stop fucking you. Without any care about his halftime being nearly over, your boyfriend carried on to slushify your insides with his hefty eight-inch whimpers following his every thrust while his head fell back, unable to take your pussy enclosing around him ever so tightly.
You began to rub your clit in smooth circles as he pounded into your guts, lost as if he were in a maze full of one hundred percent pleasure. You couldn't believe how bad it felt; you forgot how good it felt.
Breaths going ragged as the pussy squelches and clapping sounds echoed throughout the locker room, "Eren, Eren, Eren," all you could do was scream his name over and over again as if you were a broken record. It was quite ridiculous how well a so-called virgin was fucking you right now, legs hooking around his waist to bring Eren even closer.
"Yes, angel, does that feel good? Do you like how this dick feels, baby?" He murmured, leaning down into your ear with his matching initial necklace swinging down on your chest. The nerve of him to make your pussy throb like a beating drum "Ugghh, yes, yes, it feels so goodd." Your words slurred like a drunkard stuck on his dick, filling you up.
Eren was in complete disbelief at how good a woman's insides felt, grunting when his tip hit a soft, spongy spot in your walls. You were grateful your boyfriend could easily reach it with no problem, somewhat dying to cum on his cock. "Erennn!" You shouted in a whiney tone, "Please, that spot 'need you there again." Pleading to get that release you so longed for.
With that, Eren took the request, repeatedly slamming his tip into your g-spot. You could feel a sense of fireworks popping over you, going in a deep daze as your toes curled. Your mouth could be seen forming an O shape as your pussy started to spasm around Eren's girth, which was keeping your thick pussy lips ripped open.
"I'm gonna cum, oooh baby..." You sobbed, the sensation continuing to eat you alive. Out poured buckets full of cream on Eren's large shaft as he resumed chasing after his second climax, only taking him a few more intense thrusts.
Pulling out, careful not to cum inside you. Eren decided to cum on your stomach. He playfully slapped his dick on your tummy, stroking his shaft until he shot white ropes of his seed onto the soft, warm skin of your lower abdomen.
"I'll get you some tissue. Stay right here." Eren straightaway jumped up to the locker room bathroom, fetching some tissue for the both of you and opening his locker to get some water.
"Here," he offers while sitting back onto the bench. You lean up a little shaky, taking the now opened bottle of water from him. "Thanks." You give a smile one that's laced with pure love and adoration, especially for his effort in maybe an indecent setting to do the deed.
Eren takes the initiative to wipe you down with some tissue while you gulp away at your water. Once he's finished, he cleans himself up looking at you. His breath was peaceful now. You stop drinking, closing the top as Eren leans on you. Feeling all his weight against you.
It takes him a moment to realize what the two of you have done; his face is washed an apple red. "That.. that was something." Eren exhales, chuckling, as he takes one of your hands in his gently stroking the back of your palm with his thumb.
You frown a bit, a little upset that this was Eren's first time given the place, somewhat thinking you should've waited. "I wish I could've given you a better first time though." You blurted, looking around the room, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.
"Shit, I don't care about the setting; that was the best first time and moments in my life in general." Eren enthusiastically reassured you with a soft kiss to your head everything managed to be perfect with him until someone started to bang at the door then opened it, realizing it had been open the entire time.
"Dude, Eren, where the hell have you been? Coach Erwin told me to come get you." A man with ginger hair complained a bit too casually walking up to the both of you.
You quickly covered your naked body with your hands, squealing at Eren's annoying teammate while waiting for him to leave.
Eren attempted to do the same, grabbing his jersey shirt off of the floor and setting it onto his lap to cover his lower area, sucking his teeth, grateful that Floch at least wasn't one of the coaches. "I'll be out in a minute, damn." He grumbled, an irritated sigh spewing from his mouth.
"You don't have to hide from me, though, Eren; I've seen it before." Floch spilled out, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, pairing them with an arrogant smile, as if seeing his teammates dick before you did was some sort of badge of honor.
You looked at your boyfriend, then Floch, then your eyes continued to bounce back on the same people over and over again, making you raise one of your eyebrows as if you were an emoji; your entire face had "What the fuck?" Written all over it, waiting for at least someone to explain something.
Eren nearly choked on air. "Y/n, it's not like that, I promise." He looked Floch up and down, rolling his eyes with a look that scolded his entire existence. "He just happened to walk in on me changing once and saw, y'know." He briefly described the whole scene to you, which now since you knew the real story, you didn't care too much about his teammate being obsessed with him.
"Yeah, it's just like I remembered, really big." Floch stretched his hands wide as if to paint Eren's dick with a picture for you, like you hadn't just seen it a few minutes ago.
"Oh my god, Floch, get the fuck out." Eren's face started to go a crimson red again, this time in an embarrassed state, which you giggled at rubbing his shoulder to comfort him. You weren't expecting that type of ending with you and Eren, but it was maybe a little silly, to say the least.
It's gettin' hot in here, so take off all your clothes. — Nelly.
Synopsis — After his game Eren promises to treat you to something, but he can't deny his bratty girlfriend when she pleads for it a little earlier.
Cw — Smut (Mdni), Reader is imagined w big tits n thighs, also wears glasses, Awkward/shy! Eren, Virgin! Eren, you both have matching necklaces aw, Reader has curly hair, semi-public sex, boobjob w bra on + missionary, Praise: Angel + baby, etc, sprinkle of aftercare, goofy ending idk. + Inspired by @/kazushawty's cai bot.
Word count 3.5k + 59 paragraphs. FT @honeybleed @zarihaaa
"Okayyy, I see you, baby. Score against that corny ass motherfucker!!'' Your hands flapped up and down like some dehydrated bird, yet pridefully cheering for your tall, handsome brunette-haired boyfriend as you jumped up with an unstable theatrical landing. Your friend swore your expensive tortoiseshell Prada glasses flew off your face with the way they crashed like an airplane in turbulence onto Naj's lap as she gasped, jolting at the scene.
Way too energetic, but of course you were; this was your boyfriend's big game you were talking about, or everyone was talking about. Eren was one of the best players at the Shiganshina Eagles, and the way he was straight up bullying people on court made the crowd believe he had this fake Disney bad boy persona going on for him behind the scenes.
Which was completely wrong; you, his friends, and everyone on Eren's team knew he was the shyest yet most chill person on earth. He'd feel nervous simply about ordering his own food, even going outside he'd feel anxious to the world his heart only being at rest when you tagged along his every errand enjoying your sunshine-like presence so Eren of course loved his "He said no pickles." Girlfriend, he wasn't sure what he'd do without you if he were honest.
You've always wondered what he'd do if he ever went professional, playing basketball doing tons of interviews and invites to different social media stars podcasts, channels, or Twitch streams, but you figured he'd probably beg for you to come along with him. It was silly to think about how awkward Eren could be off the court, and somehow he was extremely clingy to you. That was something you loved about him, though.
People would also assume he had a six-flag line of girls before you, which is another horrendous misconception, especially since he rarely talked to anyone outside of his small circle. He may have dated Mikasa in the past, but it was just a bumpy early stage in life that either one of them refused to talk about; embarrassed they've ever dated.
It didn't mean you and Mikasa were enemies, though; the two of you were actually good friends, hanging out often. It shocked most people that you didn't fit the new girlfriend battling the crazy ex-girlfriend drama.
The thing that appalled you entirely was Eren telling you he's a virgin; body count didn't really matter to you as long as the guy under discussion didn't have thirty-something bodies, and on top of that, questioning a woman's body count.
You couldn't lie; it was very attractive to you that Eren decided to eventually wait for the right person to come along for that type of moment, or maybe it was just generally Eren's mindset on life that made him attractive. Either way, today was the day your boyfriend promised you after his game he'd treat you to something a little special.
Breaking you out of your thoughts Najma jokingly tapped your ass with your glasses. "Tweety bird, take your stuff and have a seat." She snickered at the nickname she gave you due to how much you cheered the whole game. Grabbing your glasses and putting them back on your face, you scrunched up your glossy lips as you rolled your eyes, attempting to come up with a response.
"Oh, hush, if it was Jean playing, you'd be doing the same thing." You retorted, facing yourself back to the number sixteen jersey, which was Eren's. He dribbled the ball down the court, jumping up to shoot, releasing the dark orange ball off of his fingertips and landing into the white net. Being dramatic as you always were, you swore you could faint when Eren pulled this little stunt in front of everyone, bringing his matching shiny gold matching-initial necklace to his lips blowing a kiss at you from afar.
To which you returned, bringing your E initial necklace to your lips and kissing it, staining the gold with your cherry-flavored gloss. Both Zari and Najma scrunched up their faces in disgust, witnessing the lovey-dovey actions between the two of you.
After tiring yourself sore from being your boyfriend's avid cheerleader in the bleachers, his halftime quickly approached. Your friends decided to stop for some food at a nearby deli, their rumbling tummies eventually ruining their pockets, while you ran up to Eren, wrapping him in a huge, welcoming bear hug.
Pulling him to the side, you grew impatient to wait for what he promised after his game, whispering everything dirty you wanted your boyfriend to do to you in his ear, your warm breath fanning against it.
Eren gasped for a moment, backing a step away from you, putting one hand over his mouth, slightly raising his eyebrows. "Baby, right now...? I told you... To wait after my game's over." He questioned, breathing heavily in between words dripping with sweat from galloping around the court for what to him felt like an internity.
"But Erennnn," You pouted, biting your lip seductively, as you played with your bubbly ombre-dyed curls. "I can't wait till the game's over; I need you nowww." You whined, batting your long eyelashes, making it hard for Eren to say no to his hot, bratty girlfriend, especially when she had on a tight crop button-up shirt that revealed your voluminous freckled breasts covered with a lacey bra.
Your boyfriend hungrily eyed you up and down, yet he was still hesitant, which didn't matter because before he could even reply, you snatched his hand and sneaked over into the locker room for a bit of privacy with a mischievous grin sprawled out on your face.
He sat down nearby, legs spread stretched open, on a brown wooden bench that was almost able to fit two or more people fairly comfortably, which was perfect for what was about to happen “Y/n, what if the coaches find us...?” Eren gulps at the mere thought of feeling your soft tits in his hands. Maybe a little embarrassed about losing his virginity here, but he knew first times weren't always ideal for everyone.
"You don't think you're gonna need some luck for the game? Just relax; trust me, baby, nobody will find us if we're real quick." An angelic smile flared upon your mouth, massaging his shoulders with a marshmallow-like feel, earning a breathy sigh from Eren's lips as he melted like butter into your graceful touch.
Eren leaned into you, putting his pillowy lips on yours while closing his eyes, hearts throbbing together as one. Anytime your lips left his, he was desperate to get yours back, attached like a missing puzzle piece, kissing you almost as if you put a love spell on him. Sure, you two kissed all the time, but it felt different, possibly knowing where this eventually was leading to.
Your tongue swiped over his entrance, which he happily accepted, his hand holding the side of your head while your tongues dragged against each other as they both swirled together, stuck on loop until he sucked your tongue, making you moan. The air felt as steamy as a hot shower when Eren pulled you closer, massaging your sides, your tongues managing to brush figure eights as your noses swept across each other's faces, refusing to let go, addicted to the kiss like a drug.
The entire kiss was filled to the brim with passion. Reluctant to stop for air, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you, breathing as if you had run fifty miles across the world and back. Eren smiled at you brighter than an orange slice, except his pearly whites were enough to blind anyone. "I guess you're right; I could use a lil luck for the game." He whispered, running his fingers through his dark brown tresses.
"Of course I'm right." You giggled while lugging the fabric of your boyfriend's home basketball jersey closer to you, pressing a few more wispy kisses, this time on his dimples. The short sentence gained a playful eye roll from him, but he was suddenly caught off guard by your love bites on his neck, making your boyfriend's head lean to the side as you continued to attack his skin. "Y/n..." Eren whined, allowing you to mark up his pale skin, almost making him look like a vampire's prey by the time you were done with him.
Gaining the random courage to ask you out of nowhere, Eren flung the question at you "C—can I touch you here?" He stammered sheepishly, biting his lip as his emerald blueish eyes darted back and forth to your face and then your breasts, which looked like they were bound to escape your white crop button-up bursting any second.
With only a nod as an answer, your hand guided Eren's onto your chest. Not having to tell him twice, he feebly squeezed one tit, kneading it like dough in his hand, his thumb purposely swinging by your nipple, curious to see what your reaction would be. And just like Eren hoped, your eyes slammed shut mewling at your boyfriend toying around the cushion-like skin. You couldn't help but creep your fingers in underneath his jersey, feeling his taut muscles flex, adoring whatever touch you gave him.
Those fingers were starting to lose control because he unbuttoned your crop top with one hand, dropping his face down to your chest's level, causing you to breathe faster. The bra was too cute to remove in his opinion, so your boyfriend decided to just kiss each alluring freckle and beauty mark while fondling the other breast through the fabric.
"Wait, Eren!" You blurted, he instantly stopped confused; he was going to ask, "What's wrong?" Until you plopped on your knees in front of him, the cold floor made you quietly hiss, still wanting to give your man a memorable first impression. Now it was your turn to ask him a question. "You've ever had a boob job before, baby?" Your eyes examined Eren's pretty face as a light pink blush dispersed over it.
Unless his imagination counted, he got one from you five times already "No." He mumbled while he wet his lips, waiting patiently for your response, a bit sweaty from his game. Just the answer you were expecting made you waste no time yanking off his shorts along with his underwear; Eren's erection swaying side to side, and to your surprise, he's a thick eight inches, just fixing your mouth to water oceans upon oceans. Finally, you finished staring, your left hand wrapped around his girth, giving him a few pumps gaining a choked sob from his mouth.
You slipped his cock underneath the middle part of your chest. Eren cheesily grinned, seeing his inches in the fabric of a hot pink and white floral lacey bra adorned with a satin mini ribbon in between your fat tits. Bringing your hands together to squeeze your boobs, beginning to move them up and down, occasionally kitten-licking the pink tip.
His fingers found comfort in your luscious curls as you moved at a quicker pace, earning a deep, raspy moan as he bucked his hips like a man riding a bull, pushing his dick farther into your tits as you repeatedly smashed your breasts down on his thighs, stopping to pour all your attention on his sensitive tip, making him grip the brown wooden bench too lost in pleasure. Eren didn't know what to do with himself. "Oh my god, f—fuck, your tits are soft." He praised enjoying the friction of his dick rubbing against your cushion-like breasts.
"Yeah? My pussy feels even better." You confidently declared, wondering if Eren felt this good with just a mere tit fuck, then how whiney would he get thrashing around in your guts? You must've bumped down too hard because your breasts spilled out of your bra, exposing your bare skin. Eren gasped, amazed at how sexy you looked in front of him, yet you continued eager to get your boyfriend to cum on your chest.
After a while, Eren started to feel woozy, unable to even look you in the eyes anymore. His fingertips were turning a bright red from harshly gripping the bench so brashly. His eyelids shut; it felt like a rollercoaster of pleasure crashing over him. "Y/n, y/n, y/n... Oh god, I'm coming." He mumbled, struggling to get out, as his slightly curved girth spurted thick stripes of cum on your glasses. Eren huffed, watching it drip down from your chin to your breasts, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree at how his seed covered your nipples.
"I'm so, so sorry about your glasses." Eren immediately apologized, knowing how expensive they were, but you smiled and shook your head. He always spoiled you with a heap of gifts, even if it wasn't your birthday or a holiday. "At least it didn't get in my eye." You shrugged, reassuring him once, catching your breath, and dipping your fingers into your face and chest for a little taste of his semen.
It wasn't too salty, thankfully, and had a bit of sweetness to it. The flavors danced on your tongue while you instantly swallowed as if you were drinking a milkshake. Eren stroked your hair, proud of his girlfriend, digesting a piece of himself. You weren't done yet, though. Finally getting off your knees, you shimmied out of your denim mini skirt with no problem; all that was left were your see-through mesh white panties.
Using both hands to slip out of them with each leg stepping out of the panties, you were now completely naked in front of Eren. Deciding to lay on your back, the frigid bench electrified your nude, blithe skin. The brunette turned to face you, standing up on his knees, taking off his jersey flinging it to the floor.
"You ready for another round?" You purred while a smile that was laced with pure serenity blew on the bottom half of your face, broadly opening your legs side to side as you spread your plump pussy lips with your bubblegum pink Hello Kitty-themed nails, your core aching viciously for his attentiveness.
Just like that, within only a few minutes, Eren was hard again, perhaps pent up from being super busy traveling lately. "Shit, yeah, of course I am." He responded instantly, pulling you closer to his body with one strong arm. His eyes fell downward, putting his focus on inserting himself into your wet hole, shoving deeper until you were absolutely full of his cock.
Ever since you were dating him, you haven't been laid in what felt like when the Stone Age ended. Without warning, Eren started to move rapidly, making your back arch, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop my love." You cried out as the palm of your left hand sought out Eren's lower abdomen.
That's exactly what he didn't want to do—stop fucking you. Without any care about his halftime being nearly over, your boyfriend carried on to slushify your insides with his hefty eight-inch whimpers following his every thrust while his head fell back, unable to take your pussy enclosing around him ever so tightly.
You began to rub your clit in smooth circles as he pounded into your guts, lost as if he were in a maze full of one hundred percent pleasure. You couldn't believe how bad it felt; you forgot how good it felt.
Breaths going ragged as the pussy squelches and clapping sounds echoed throughout the locker room, "Eren, Eren, Eren," all you could do was scream his name over and over again as if you were a broken record. It was quite ridiculous how well a so-called virgin was fucking you right now, legs hooking around his waist to bring Eren even closer.
"Yes, angel, does that feel good? Do you like how this dick feels, baby?" He murmured, leaning down into your ear with his matching initial necklace swinging down on your chest. The nerve of him to make your pussy throb like a beating drum "Ugghh, yes, yes, it feels so goodd." Your words slurred like a drunkard stuck on his dick, filling you up.
Eren was in complete disbelief at how good a woman's insides felt, grunting when his tip hit a soft, spongy spot in your walls. You were grateful your boyfriend could easily reach it with no problem, somewhat dying to cum on his cock. "Erennn!" You shouted in a whiney tone, "Please, that spot 'need you there again." Pleading to get that release you so longed for.
With that, Eren took the request, repeatedly slamming his tip into your g-spot. You could feel a sense of fireworks popping over you, going in a deep daze as your toes curled. Your mouth could be seen forming an O shape as your pussy started to spasm around Eren's girth, which was keeping your thick pussy lips ripped open.
"I'm gonna cum, oooh baby..." You sobbed, the sensation continuing to eat you alive. Out poured buckets full of cream on Eren's large shaft as he resumed chasing after his second climax, only taking him a few more intense thrusts.
Pulling out, careful not to cum inside you. Eren decided to cum on your stomach. He playfully slapped his dick on your tummy, stroking his shaft until he shot white ropes of his seed onto the soft, warm skin of your lower abdomen.
"I'll get you some tissue. Stay right here." Eren straightaway jumped up to the locker room bathroom, fetching some tissue for the both of you and opening his locker to get some water.
"Here," he offers while sitting back onto the bench. You lean up a little shaky, taking the now opened bottle of water from him. "Thanks." You give a smile one that's laced with pure love and adoration, especially for his effort in maybe an indecent setting to do the deed.
Eren takes the initiative to wipe you down with some tissue while you gulp away at your water. Once he's finished, he cleans himself up looking at you. His breath was peaceful now. You stop drinking, closing the top as Eren leans on you. Feeling all his weight against you.
It takes him a moment to realize what the two of you have done; his face is washed an apple red. "That.. that was something." Eren exhales, chuckling, as he takes one of your hands in his gently stroking the back of your palm with his thumb.
You frown a bit, a little upset that this was Eren's first time given the place, somewhat thinking you should've waited. "I wish I could've given you a better first time though." You blurted, looking around the room, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.
"Shit, I don't care about the setting; that was the best first time and moments in my life in general." Eren enthusiastically reassured you with a soft kiss to your head everything managed to be perfect with him until someone started to bang at the door then opened it, realizing it had been open the entire time.
"Dude, Eren, where the hell have you been? Coach Erwin told me to come get you." A man with ginger hair complained a bit too casually walking up to the both of you.
You quickly covered your naked body with your hands, squealing at Eren's annoying teammate while waiting for him to leave.
Eren attempted to do the same, grabbing his jersey shirt off of the floor and setting it onto his lap to cover his lower area, sucking his teeth, grateful that Floch at least wasn't one of the coaches. "I'll be out in a minute, damn." He grumbled, an irritated sigh spewing from his mouth.
"You don't have to hide from me, though, Eren; I've seen it before." Floch spilled out, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, pairing them with an arrogant smile, as if seeing his teammates dick before you did was some sort of badge of honor.
You looked at your boyfriend, then Floch, then your eyes continued to bounce back on the same people over and over again, making you raise one of your eyebrows as if you were an emoji; your entire face had "What the fuck?" Written all over it, waiting for at least someone to explain something.
Eren nearly choked on air. "Y/n, it's not like that, I promise." He looked Floch up and down, rolling his eyes with a look that scolded his entire existence. "He just happened to walk in on me changing once and saw, y'know." He briefly described the whole scene to you, which now since you knew the real story, you didn't care too much about his teammate being obsessed with him.
"Yeah, it's just like I remembered, really big." Floch stretched his hands wide as if to paint Eren's dick with a picture for you, like you hadn't just seen it a few minutes ago.
"Oh my god, Floch, get the fuck out." Eren's face started to go a crimson red again, this time in an embarrassed state, which you giggled at rubbing his shoulder to comfort him. You weren't expecting that type of ending with you and Eren, but it was maybe a little silly, to say the least.
It's gettin' hot in here, so take off all your clothes. — Nelly.
Synopsis — After his game Eren promises to treat you to something, but he can't deny his bratty girlfriend when she pleads for it a little earlier.
Cw — Smut (Mdni), Reader is imagined w big tits n thighs, also wears glasses, Awkward/shy! Eren, Virgin! Eren, you both have matching necklaces aw, Reader has curly hair, semi-public sex, boobjob w bra on + missionary, Praise: Angel + baby, etc, sprinkle of aftercare, goofy ending idk. + Inspired by @/kazushawty's cai bot.
Word count 3.5k + 59 paragraphs. FT @honeybleed @zarihaaa
"Okayyy, I see you, baby. Score against that corny ass motherfucker!!'' Your hands flapped up and down like some dehydrated bird, yet pridefully cheering for your tall, handsome brunette-haired boyfriend as you jumped up with an unstable theatrical landing. Your friend swore your expensive tortoiseshell Prada glasses flew off your face with the way they crashed like an airplane in turbulence onto Naj's lap as she gasped, jolting at the scene.
Way too energetic, but of course you were; this was your boyfriend's big game you were talking about, or everyone was talking about. Eren was one of the best players at the Shiganshina Eagles, and the way he was straight up bullying people on court made the crowd believe he had this fake Disney bad boy persona going on for him behind the scenes.
Which was completely wrong; you, his friends, and everyone on Eren's team knew he was the shyest yet most chill person on earth. He'd feel nervous simply about ordering his own food, even going outside he'd feel anxious to the world his heart only being at rest when you tagged along his every errand enjoying your sunshine-like presence so Eren of course loved his "He said no pickles." Girlfriend, he wasn't sure what he'd do without you if he were honest.
You've always wondered what he'd do if he ever went professional, playing basketball doing tons of interviews and invites to different social media stars podcasts, channels, or Twitch streams, but you figured he'd probably beg for you to come along with him. It was silly to think about how awkward Eren could be off the court, and somehow he was extremely clingy to you. That was something you loved about him, though.
People would also assume he had a six-flag line of girls before you, which is another horrendous misconception, especially since he rarely talked to anyone outside of his small circle. He may have dated Mikasa in the past, but it was just a bumpy early stage in life that either one of them refused to talk about; embarrassed they've ever dated.
It didn't mean you and Mikasa were enemies, though; the two of you were actually good friends, hanging out often. It shocked most people that you didn't fit the new girlfriend battling the crazy ex-girlfriend drama.
The thing that appalled you entirely was Eren telling you he's a virgin; body count didn't really matter to you as long as the guy under discussion didn't have thirty-something bodies, and on top of that, questioning a woman's body count.
You couldn't lie; it was very attractive to you that Eren decided to eventually wait for the right person to come along for that type of moment, or maybe it was just generally Eren's mindset on life that made him attractive. Either way, today was the day your boyfriend promised you after his game he'd treat you to something a little special.
Breaking you out of your thoughts Najma jokingly tapped your ass with your glasses. "Tweety bird, take your stuff and have a seat." She snickered at the nickname she gave you due to how much you cheered the whole game. Grabbing your glasses and putting them back on your face, you scrunched up your glossy lips as you rolled your eyes, attempting to come up with a response.
"Oh, hush, if it was Jean playing, you'd be doing the same thing." You retorted, facing yourself back to the number sixteen jersey, which was Eren's. He dribbled the ball down the court, jumping up to shoot, releasing the dark orange ball off of his fingertips and landing into the white net. Being dramatic as you always were, you swore you could faint when Eren pulled this little stunt in front of everyone, bringing his matching shiny gold matching-initial necklace to his lips blowing a kiss at you from afar.
To which you returned, bringing your E initial necklace to your lips and kissing it, staining the gold with your cherry-flavored gloss. Both Zari and Najma scrunched up their faces in disgust, witnessing the lovey-dovey actions between the two of you.
After tiring yourself sore from being your boyfriend's avid cheerleader in the bleachers, his halftime quickly approached. Your friends decided to stop for some food at a nearby deli, their rumbling tummies eventually ruining their pockets, while you ran up to Eren, wrapping him in a huge, welcoming bear hug.
Pulling him to the side, you grew impatient to wait for what he promised after his game, whispering everything dirty you wanted your boyfriend to do to you in his ear, your warm breath fanning against it.
Eren gasped for a moment, backing a step away from you, putting one hand over his mouth, slightly raising his eyebrows. "Baby, right now...? I told you... To wait after my game's over." He questioned, breathing heavily in between words dripping with sweat from galloping around the court for what to him felt like an internity.
"But Erennnn," You pouted, biting your lip seductively, as you played with your bubbly ombre-dyed curls. "I can't wait till the game's over; I need you nowww." You whined, batting your long eyelashes, making it hard for Eren to say no to his hot, bratty girlfriend, especially when she had on a tight crop button-up shirt that revealed your voluminous freckled breasts covered with a lacey bra.
Your boyfriend hungrily eyed you up and down, yet he was still hesitant, which didn't matter because before he could even reply, you snatched his hand and sneaked over into the locker room for a bit of privacy with a mischievous grin sprawled out on your face.
He sat down nearby, legs spread stretched open, on a brown wooden bench that was almost able to fit two or more people fairly comfortably, which was perfect for what was about to happen “Y/n, what if the coaches find us...?” Eren gulps at the mere thought of feeling your soft tits in his hands. Maybe a little embarrassed about losing his virginity here, but he knew first times weren't always ideal for everyone.
"You don't think you're gonna need some luck for the game? Just relax; trust me, baby, nobody will find us if we're real quick." An angelic smile flared upon your mouth, massaging his shoulders with a marshmallow-like feel, earning a breathy sigh from Eren's lips as he melted like butter into your graceful touch.
Eren leaned into you, putting his pillowy lips on yours while closing his eyes, hearts throbbing together as one. Anytime your lips left his, he was desperate to get yours back, attached like a missing puzzle piece, kissing you almost as if you put a love spell on him. Sure, you two kissed all the time, but it felt different, possibly knowing where this eventually was leading to.
Your tongue swiped over his entrance, which he happily accepted, his hand holding the side of your head while your tongues dragged against each other as they both swirled together, stuck on loop until he sucked your tongue, making you moan. The air felt as steamy as a hot shower when Eren pulled you closer, massaging your sides, your tongues managing to brush figure eights as your noses swept across each other's faces, refusing to let go, addicted to the kiss like a drug.
The entire kiss was filled to the brim with passion. Reluctant to stop for air, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you, breathing as if you had run fifty miles across the world and back. Eren smiled at you brighter than an orange slice, except his pearly whites were enough to blind anyone. "I guess you're right; I could use a lil luck for the game." He whispered, running his fingers through his dark brown tresses.
"Of course I'm right." You giggled while lugging the fabric of your boyfriend's home basketball jersey closer to you, pressing a few more wispy kisses, this time on his dimples. The short sentence gained a playful eye roll from him, but he was suddenly caught off guard by your love bites on his neck, making your boyfriend's head lean to the side as you continued to attack his skin. "Y/n..." Eren whined, allowing you to mark up his pale skin, almost making him look like a vampire's prey by the time you were done with him.
Gaining the random courage to ask you out of nowhere, Eren flung the question at you "C—can I touch you here?" He stammered sheepishly, biting his lip as his emerald blueish eyes darted back and forth to your face and then your breasts, which looked like they were bound to escape your white crop button-up bursting any second.
With only a nod as an answer, your hand guided Eren's onto your chest. Not having to tell him twice, he feebly squeezed one tit, kneading it like dough in his hand, his thumb purposely swinging by your nipple, curious to see what your reaction would be. And just like Eren hoped, your eyes slammed shut mewling at your boyfriend toying around the cushion-like skin. You couldn't help but creep your fingers in underneath his jersey, feeling his taut muscles flex, adoring whatever touch you gave him.
Those fingers were starting to lose control because he unbuttoned your crop top with one hand, dropping his face down to your chest's level, causing you to breathe faster. The bra was too cute to remove in his opinion, so your boyfriend decided to just kiss each alluring freckle and beauty mark while fondling the other breast through the fabric.
"Wait, Eren!" You blurted, he instantly stopped confused; he was going to ask, "What's wrong?" Until you plopped on your knees in front of him, the cold floor made you quietly hiss, still wanting to give your man a memorable first impression. Now it was your turn to ask him a question. "You've ever had a boob job before, baby?" Your eyes examined Eren's pretty face as a light pink blush dispersed over it.
Unless his imagination counted, he got one from you five times already "No." He mumbled while he wet his lips, waiting patiently for your response, a bit sweaty from his game. Just the answer you were expecting made you waste no time yanking off his shorts along with his underwear; Eren's erection swaying side to side, and to your surprise, he's a thick eight inches, just fixing your mouth to water oceans upon oceans. Finally, you finished staring, your left hand wrapped around his girth, giving him a few pumps gaining a choked sob from his mouth.
You slipped his cock underneath the middle part of your chest. Eren cheesily grinned, seeing his inches in the fabric of a hot pink and white floral lacey bra adorned with a satin mini ribbon in between your fat tits. Bringing your hands together to squeeze your boobs, beginning to move them up and down, occasionally kitten-licking the pink tip.
His fingers found comfort in your luscious curls as you moved at a quicker pace, earning a deep, raspy moan as he bucked his hips like a man riding a bull, pushing his dick farther into your tits as you repeatedly smashed your breasts down on his thighs, stopping to pour all your attention on his sensitive tip, making him grip the brown wooden bench too lost in pleasure. Eren didn't know what to do with himself. "Oh my god, f—fuck, your tits are soft." He praised enjoying the friction of his dick rubbing against your cushion-like breasts.
"Yeah? My pussy feels even better." You confidently declared, wondering if Eren felt this good with just a mere tit fuck, then how whiney would he get thrashing around in your guts? You must've bumped down too hard because your breasts spilled out of your bra, exposing your bare skin. Eren gasped, amazed at how sexy you looked in front of him, yet you continued eager to get your boyfriend to cum on your chest.
After a while, Eren started to feel woozy, unable to even look you in the eyes anymore. His fingertips were turning a bright red from harshly gripping the bench so brashly. His eyelids shut; it felt like a rollercoaster of pleasure crashing over him. "Y/n, y/n, y/n... Oh god, I'm coming." He mumbled, struggling to get out, as his slightly curved girth spurted thick stripes of cum on your glasses. Eren huffed, watching it drip down from your chin to your breasts, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree at how his seed covered your nipples.
"I'm so, so sorry about your glasses." Eren immediately apologized, knowing how expensive they were, but you smiled and shook your head. He always spoiled you with a heap of gifts, even if it wasn't your birthday or a holiday. "At least it didn't get in my eye." You shrugged, reassuring him once, catching your breath, and dipping your fingers into your face and chest for a little taste of his semen.
It wasn't too salty, thankfully, and had a bit of sweetness to it. The flavors danced on your tongue while you instantly swallowed as if you were drinking a milkshake. Eren stroked your hair, proud of his girlfriend, digesting a piece of himself. You weren't done yet, though. Finally getting off your knees, you shimmied out of your denim mini skirt with no problem; all that was left were your see-through mesh white panties.
Using both hands to slip out of them with each leg stepping out of the panties, you were now completely naked in front of Eren. Deciding to lay on your back, the frigid bench electrified your nude, blithe skin. The brunette turned to face you, standing up on his knees, taking off his jersey flinging it to the floor.
"You ready for another round?" You purred while a smile that was laced with pure serenity blew on the bottom half of your face, broadly opening your legs side to side as you spread your plump pussy lips with your bubblegum pink Hello Kitty-themed nails, your core aching viciously for his attentiveness.
Just like that, within only a few minutes, Eren was hard again, perhaps pent up from being super busy traveling lately. "Shit, yeah, of course I am." He responded instantly, pulling you closer to his body with one strong arm. His eyes fell downward, putting his focus on inserting himself into your wet hole, shoving deeper until you were absolutely full of his cock.
Ever since you were dating him, you haven't been laid in what felt like when the Stone Age ended. Without warning, Eren started to move rapidly, making your back arch, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop my love." You cried out as the palm of your left hand sought out Eren's lower abdomen.
That's exactly what he didn't want to do—stop fucking you. Without any care about his halftime being nearly over, your boyfriend carried on to slushify your insides with his hefty eight-inch whimpers following his every thrust while his head fell back, unable to take your pussy enclosing around him ever so tightly.
You began to rub your clit in smooth circles as he pounded into your guts, lost as if he were in a maze full of one hundred percent pleasure. You couldn't believe how bad it felt; you forgot how good it felt.
Breaths going ragged as the pussy squelches and clapping sounds echoed throughout the locker room, "Eren, Eren, Eren," all you could do was scream his name over and over again as if you were a broken record. It was quite ridiculous how well a so-called virgin was fucking you right now, legs hooking around his waist to bring Eren even closer.
"Yes, angel, does that feel good? Do you like how this dick feels, baby?" He murmured, leaning down into your ear with his matching initial necklace swinging down on your chest. The nerve of him to make your pussy throb like a beating drum "Ugghh, yes, yes, it feels so goodd." Your words slurred like a drunkard stuck on his dick, filling you up.
Eren was in complete disbelief at how good a woman's insides felt, grunting when his tip hit a soft, spongy spot in your walls. You were grateful your boyfriend could easily reach it with no problem, somewhat dying to cum on his cock. "Erennn!" You shouted in a whiney tone, "Please, that spot 'need you there again." Pleading to get that release you so longed for.
With that, Eren took the request, repeatedly slamming his tip into your g-spot. You could feel a sense of fireworks popping over you, going in a deep daze as your toes curled. Your mouth could be seen forming an O shape as your pussy started to spasm around Eren's girth, which was keeping your thick pussy lips ripped open.
"I'm gonna cum, oooh baby..." You sobbed, the sensation continuing to eat you alive. Out poured buckets full of cream on Eren's large shaft as he resumed chasing after his second climax, only taking him a few more intense thrusts.
Pulling out, careful not to cum inside you. Eren decided to cum on your stomach. He playfully slapped his dick on your tummy, stroking his shaft until he shot white ropes of his seed onto the soft, warm skin of your lower abdomen.
"I'll get you some tissue. Stay right here." Eren straightaway jumped up to the locker room bathroom, fetching some tissue for the both of you and opening his locker to get some water.
"Here," he offers while sitting back onto the bench. You lean up a little shaky, taking the now opened bottle of water from him. "Thanks." You give a smile one that's laced with pure love and adoration, especially for his effort in maybe an indecent setting to do the deed.
Eren takes the initiative to wipe you down with some tissue while you gulp away at your water. Once he's finished, he cleans himself up looking at you. His breath was peaceful now. You stop drinking, closing the top as Eren leans on you. Feeling all his weight against you.
It takes him a moment to realize what the two of you have done; his face is washed an apple red. "That.. that was something." Eren exhales, chuckling, as he takes one of your hands in his gently stroking the back of your palm with his thumb.
You frown a bit, a little upset that this was Eren's first time given the place, somewhat thinking you should've waited. "I wish I could've given you a better first time though." You blurted, looking around the room, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.
"Shit, I don't care about the setting; that was the best first time and moments in my life in general." Eren enthusiastically reassured you with a soft kiss to your head everything managed to be perfect with him until someone started to bang at the door then opened it, realizing it had been open the entire time.
"Dude, Eren, where the hell have you been? Coach Erwin told me to come get you." A man with ginger hair complained a bit too casually walking up to the both of you.
You quickly covered your naked body with your hands, squealing at Eren's annoying teammate while waiting for him to leave.
Eren attempted to do the same, grabbing his jersey shirt off of the floor and setting it onto his lap to cover his lower area, sucking his teeth, grateful that Floch at least wasn't one of the coaches. "I'll be out in a minute, damn." He grumbled, an irritated sigh spewing from his mouth.
"You don't have to hide from me, though, Eren; I've seen it before." Floch spilled out, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, pairing them with an arrogant smile, as if seeing his teammates dick before you did was some sort of badge of honor.
You looked at your boyfriend, then Floch, then your eyes continued to bounce back on the same people over and over again, making you raise one of your eyebrows as if you were an emoji; your entire face had "What the fuck?" Written all over it, waiting for at least someone to explain something.
Eren nearly choked on air. "Y/n, it's not like that, I promise." He looked Floch up and down, rolling his eyes with a look that scolded his entire existence. "He just happened to walk in on me changing once and saw, y'know." He briefly described the whole scene to you, which now since you knew the real story, you didn't care too much about his teammate being obsessed with him.
"Yeah, it's just like I remembered, really big." Floch stretched his hands wide as if to paint Eren's dick with a picture for you, like you hadn't just seen it a few minutes ago.
"Oh my god, Floch, get the fuck out." Eren's face started to go a crimson red again, this time in an embarrassed state, which you giggled at rubbing his shoulder to comfort him. You weren't expecting that type of ending with you and Eren, but it was maybe a little silly, to say the least.
It's gettin' hot in here, so take off all your clothes. — Nelly.
synopsis : your husband refuses to meet your pleasurable needs, so toji takes it upon himself to demonstrate the pleasure you’ve been missing out on.
cont. sex therapist!toji x fem!reader, smut, office sex??, creampie, v. penetration, cheating, slight overstimulation, teasing, thirst tbh, not plot just sex, petnames (pretty, pretty girl, doll), pull out game ?? (weak), mdni +17
an : hehe here it iss @luvfaries !!
sex therapist toji who’s heard all about you and your husband's struggles when it came to sex. the one thing that set him off was how your husband would bad mouth the things you were into.
"good thing this room's sound proof, otherwise your husband would've heard all those pretty moans i'm stealing from him." toji taunted, whispering against your ear sending shivers down your spine as he pounded into your tight cunt. tummy curling from the continuous strokes against your sweet spot. "s-shut up." you mumbled, trying to hold back an escaping moan as your head rested on the door behind you. remembering there were chairs lined up against the wall of toji's offices— the chairs where your husband was sitting waiting for you come out.
toji couldn't help, but take the opportunity to tease you a little bit. "who's the one that makes you cum when your husband doesn’t?" his hands cupped behind the fold of your knees, pressing your body against the door. you could taste the malice tone hidden behind that sly smile of his, "he's gonna hear, if you do it against the d-" your sentence instantly cut off by nothing other than uncontrollable cries and pleas. "t-tojii!" his hips snapped you back into reality as spirals of heat poured throughout your aching core. "that's my name princess." his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, earning sweet whimpers he fucked you into oblivion. your arms hooked around his broad shoulders, almost babbling incoherent words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, "fuc- mphhm." toji's palm covered your mouth, muffling all your moans— hearing your phone buzz against the table.
"oh?" responded with a hum as he wrapped your legs around his torso while tightening his hold around your waist, before making his way near the desk— hovering over you as your back lied against the cold surface. "what is it?" guilt shot through your heart as toji's hand slithered up your torso, finding it's place around your thin throat. his eyes darkened with mischief, "oh it's nothing.. just focus on me pretty girl." his hand tightened around your throat, slowly sliding out of your throbbing cunt before slamming back in.
"oh fuck!" you held onto his wrist, hearing the sloppy sound of his dick stroke inside you, forgetting about guilt as he stuffed you full, "that's it." your pussy squeezed around him each time the phone buzzed more. "ya gonna cum knowing yer husband's outside the door?" he teased, watching soft moans fall from your mouth as he fed you each thrust. "y-yeah." you whined, nodding your head—feeling your stomach slowly cave in as he thrusted against your g-spot. "look at me and tell me your gonna make a mess." toji hissed, bullying through your abused walls.
"i'm gonna make a mess!" your tummy tightened as your core bundled together feeling as though you had to pee. "that's right doll." the head of toji's dick grinded against your sweet spot as the hand around your throat cupped your lower cheeks. "and that mess is gonna be on me." his pace sped up, being able to visibly see the white ring coating his dick.
mouth gaped as toji fucked you dumb off his dick, forgetting about your husband on the other side as you moans grew louder. "g'na cumm!" you wantonly cried out— thighs shaking around toji's hips as he grunted feeling your pussy swallow him deeper, "shittt. me too." skin slapping echoed throughout the quiet room filled with nothing, but pants and groans.
"fuck fuck fuckk! cummingg!" you sobbed, becoming a shattering mess— only seeing black and white as your cunt milked his cock dry. "shitt doll." toji's hips steadily rocked into your sensitive hole, cooling off his high as you pulsed around him.
"how about this be our little secret hm?" his pointer finger pressed against his lips— watching you nod in response.
gojo wasn't exactly the best at handling newborns — actually, scratch that — he was the worse at doing so. kids aged 5+ are okay, he knows how to handle them. babies and toddlers? no. to gojo, babies are absolute cuties until they aren't. he's all for "they're kinda cute" until he has to be the one to calm them down during their tantrums.
which brings him to the current situation: identical twin baby girls versus one man that's their father. it's a heated battle. only one may win this fight — to the babies, it's a fair game. to gojo, it's unfair. it's two against one; he must become victorious for the sake of his pride ( and to prove his point to you ).
unbeknown to the girls, gojo's familiar with their game. eat -> cry -> babble -> eat again -> sleep — that's their strategy. the cycle by which they mostly live by until they're old enough to realize they're humans. gojo's night will now consist of his girls, a sleeping wife, and water. a lot of water. perhaps enough water to fill a large tank.
it's 6 pm, you'll wake up in about an hour. hoping that it'll be enough time to shower and dress both, gojo sneaks out of your shared bed and into the nursery room. in his view, there are two wide-awake babies. one is attempting to consume her foot while the other attempts to reach the toys hanging above the crib.
"hey," whispering softly, gojo's eyes form a crescent shape at his daughters' excitement. he knows they are smiley babies but it always melts him whenever he sees or hears their giggles. lifting both into his arms, he sets them onto their playmat before scooting to the other side of the room for their clothes, diapers, bath toys and towels.
entertained by their conversation together, he organizes the materials needed and walks back to their crib. gojo lays out two outfits: a strawberry onesie and a banana themed onesie. they were totally, totally not bought on impulse.
now, here comes to difficult battle: getting them in the bath-tub itself. they're prepared with toys, some bubbles and a two floaties. the issue lies in whether the girls are ready to be in water — which shouldn't pose a problem because he meticulously made sure that the temperature matches their comfort level.
successfully managing to place one baby, he watches the other quietly. one wrong move and gojo will need two earplugs. "wooooooooosh," trying to convince her, he makes playful sounds while trying his best to get her in the water. whatever strength babies are born with needs to vanish — every time her feet gets close to the water, she raises them up.
baby number one is absolutely enjoying life. entertained by the toys, she splashes her hands around creating a mess but it's okay. baby number two, however, is determined to not touch that water and gojo is determined to get her in it.
"pleaseee," he begs, sighing as she started making cries of complete annoyance. it doesn't seem like he'll win against her. maybe not today.
many attempts and many fails happened over a five-minutes span and gojo has yet to get her to at least touch the water. patience is key but he might just take a bowl of water and dump it on her head.
"need help there?" the voice of his savior catches his attention. watching you who's leaning against the door frame, wearing a shirt he swore he lost and smiling at him, he turns baby number two to you with the sentence, "she's all yours."
Synopsis — Your boyfriend causes you to take a great risk, that could possibly get you disqualified from street racing, your last one at that what happens when the person you're competing with catches you?
Cw — Smut (Mdni), BIRTHDAY FIC FOR MEEE, Street racer! Reader, Usage of vibrator, Reader has a happy trail sorry not sorry, fingering, clit play, car sex (I'm tryna practice hush), semi-public sex, usage of "Daddy." Once, pet names : Ma, baby, babygirl, etc.
Word count 1.5k + 30 paragraphs.
Today was your 20th birthday, which was also your last street race. You didn't want to let go of street racing, but you figured at some point you had to grow up and let go of the thing you loved the most.
People were sure almost nobody loved cars and racing as much as you did. Whenever someone visited your house, your collection of cars was completely everywhere, managing to fill each shelf in the house.
At least on birthdays, your friends never scrambled to decide on what to buy you—racing jackets, hot wheels, practically anything that included cars. A good majority of the people that surrounded you told you to be a professional racer, but that'd ruin the blood rush you got by possibly being caught by the police.
All you had to do was beat Mikasa for that sweet twenty thousand dollars, which seemed easy enough until you were already halfway into the race when you looked to the side, which was your passenger seat.
Gasping in shock as your eyes nearly popped out of the socket, you realized it was your boyfriend, Eren, who managed to sneak his way in the car. "Eren...? What the fuck are you doing here? You're gonna get me disqualified." You scolded him; even though it was a little lovely to have him here, you didn't wanna miss out on that twenty thousand, especially on your last time racing.
"I'm just here for emotional support, baby." He combed through his brunette long back-length hair while the other large hand rested on his army green cargo pants, shuffling to get something out of his deep pockets.
"Uggh, you're too much." You replied, fanning your right hand at him while keeping the left on the wheel as you rolled your pretty eyes at him, facing back to the road in front of you.
You sucked in a breath, and of course, as always, your brain was in a risky mode. "The least you could do is keep this pussy company." You jokingly suggested, it wasn't like you and Eren haven't fucked in a car before, but this was very different. Luckily for him, he brought your pink vibrator out with him, taking being full of surprises literally.
"Oh forreal? Say no more." Eren smirked at you as he waved the vibrator side to side, turning it on; it almost sounded like a soft mini engine.
"Oh shit, you came prepared?" You questioned Eren in shock as you stepped foot on the gas pedal to increase your speed, slowly getting ahead of Mikasa, hearing your hot pink Lamborghini purr. You swore the acceleration was enough to make your car drift into space, hoping your big Hello Kitty sticker slapped onto the side was enough to win the race; she was like your good luck sticker.
"I always do ma." He attempted to hide a chuckle under his breath while responding to your question. Eren decided his fingers would be better used first, unzipping your butterfly-adorned jeans and then snaking it down your pants into your panties.
He began to softly rub your clit, making you lean back into the head rest, mewling at his gentle touch, clenching over nothing so far. Eren ducked his head down under your arms, careful not to accidentally nudge one off of the wheel, pulling up your white cami top and leaving feathery kisses on your lower tummy.
You were so grateful to have a boyfriend to go along with your risky ideas, even if he's not supposed to be in the passenger's seat in the first place. Your breathing pattern heightened the feeling of a finger rubbing your entrance in slow circles. The contrast of Eren being slow and gentle with you versus the swerves on the road being fast-paced and somewhat rough was making you lose your absolute mind.
Mikasa was catching up to you too focused to look your way, that is until she heard a moan. Looking to her right, being a little nosey, she spotted Eren in your car. It was hard to tell, especially in the pitch black night sky, but squinting her eyes, she could tell she was easily about to win even if you crossed the finish line first.
"Oh my god, fuck, Eren..." You cried, biting your lip to suppress your noises; he was making it hard to focus right now. His tongue climbed your happy trail like a ladder while his cold dark gold chain fell onto your somewhat exposed thigh, devilishly grinning as he brought the vibrator to the middle part of your jeans where your legs were spread, swiping it over your clothed clit.
"Am I doing a good job, baby?" Eren softly asked, raising one of his eyebrows as he turned the vibration speed higher, causing your back to arch against the black leather seats. "You gonna make that pretty pussy wet f'me Y/n?" He murmured, now moving it in wide circles that made you want to close your legs around it.
"Yes." You spat out an answer your boyfriend wasn't satisfied with, it seems like with all that pleasure it made you forget his little rules.
"Yes what?" He frowned, waiting for a response while furrowing his brows at you, his body slightly shaking when you hit a speed bump. Removing the toy for a little bit since you forgot what to call him, replacing it with his fingers, diving back into your panties again and this time into your wet cave.
"Yes, yes, daddy.." You whined, dragging out your words, feeling embarrassingly close to your climax. His palms cradled your clit while his fingers, drenched from your juices, continued to thrust in and out, along came out more slick with each time, earning a shower of greedy whimpers.
Checking your side view mirror, it was Mikasa's fiery cherry-red car approaching yours. "Rennie I don't know if I can beat her." You doubted yourself for a moment, almost making your longtime mechanic hurt for a second. Even so, it was impossible to beat that modified engine of yours or those tires that made you feel like you were floating in the air, letting angels do their job of guiding you to the finish line.
Just like that, being distracted was making you lose after all because, within a flash, the flames of the stickers on Mika's car were waving you a good loss. "Shit, Eren, she's in front of me." You panicked for a moment, bucking against his thin digits, nearly squeezing the life out of his skin.
"You can do it, babygirl; beat her ass!!"' He screamed enthusiastically, encouraging you, which was just what you needed. Rolling down the windows, unable to take the steamy fog of the car, your ombre silk press blew in the brisk wind, slapping the side of the car twice as if you were riding on a horse.
"C'mon Blu.." You huffed out the name of your car as Barbie pink as it was, your engine growled as you zoomed past Mikasa, who angrily shook her head. Even though you two were decent acquaintances, she was extremely competitive in any type of sport, including racing. Too bad for her, though, because with the way you were going, you were sure your speedometer was going to break.
Eren's fingers continued to kiss every single sweet spot swiftly as his long tongue twirled around your bud, putting his fingers in a "Come here motion." You finally reached your orgasm, legs looking like it was an earthquake. Your eyes slammed shut, adrenaline shooting through veins, with a thread of curses spewing out of your mouth "I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuck, Erennnnn.." Your walls spasmed around his fingers, releasing a sticky white mess on them.
Eren retrieved his hand out of your messy jeans with a smile, licking his digits to taste you humming like he ate a five-star meal from an Italian restaurant, unable to help but giggle at his little exaggeration.
Rotating your steering wheel, you switched to second gear as you made your last left turn into the finish line, the hot pink Hello Kitty Lamborghini forcing the outline of a donut as it made its grand entrance into a cheering crowd.
You felt like you had won a Nobel Peace Prize along with five Olympic gold medals with the way everyone was cheering at you; all that could be seen were happy expressions on thrilled faces who believed you were going to win.
Mikasa sighed getting out of her car, debating snitching on Eren being in your car just for that win, but she accepted you won fair and square, besides you deserved it all on your birthday.
You straightened out your clothes before getting out of your own car. You shook her hand while she shook yours back somewhat, tearing up at her loss. "Good game, Y/n." Mikasa complimented letting her tears fall on the jacket of your shoulder.
"Good game, Mikasa." Even though you won your last street race, your goal was to stay as humble as possible. You rubbed Mikasa's back with your pink-painted nails in large ovals, gently comforting her over the loss, as the rowdy crowd who came out to watch or bet on the both of you screamed their lungs out over your kindness.
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna — Nicki Minaj.
Synopsis — What happens when you hook up with your old fwb for a quick fuck after a cheating accusation?
Cw — Smut (Mdni), marriage, indefinitely, Nurse! Reader, you fucking in the scrubs, Petty! Reader, you & jean have matching tattoos, car sex, semi-public sex, reader has a big butt, nipple play, spanking, fingering, cum eating, doggy style, praise: Princess, baby, angel, pretty girl, sweetheart, slight creampie, hair pulling, somewhat sad ending.
Word count 3k + 45 paragraphs. A/n: Made this for @honeybleed
You and Eren's marriage isn't all too exciting as it used to be. Your eyes were stained a bright crimson, clearly tired from childish arguments. One day it'd be over some money, another day over food, but this time it was about Eren's insecure jealousy issues.
Apparently, just because you've chosen to work night shifts at the hospital, it automatically equates to cheating on him, according to your husband. You just wanted to spoil yourself with more pay, that's all. What really made him come to this conclusion, though, was your posting Jean on your Instagram story. Maybe the picture was a bit suspicious, you'd have to admit, especially considering in the past he was your friend with benefits.
Your outfit consisted of a pink mini skirt almost letting your midnight black satin panties peek out, a white tiny crop top tight enough to show your nipple piercings, paired with hot pink platform heels. Jean still had a crush on you, knowing you were already married, and maybe you did purposely wrap your leg around his hip in the photo while he held your waist just to tempt him a little, making Eren livid.
Some were confused, swiping up on your story questioning if you and Jean were dating, forgetting all about your marriage with Eren.
But that didn't mean you had any interest in Jean yourself anymore, at least at the time. No matter how much you missed the honeymoon stage in your shitty marriage, you'd always stick by Eren like a magnet.
Which was a lie otherwise you wouldn't be in your lil friend's navy blue jeep right now. Usually you'd stop at 7-11 for some late-night coffee or a snack and go straight home, but this time was a bit different. Jean was pleading to spend time with you just to catch up with his old best friend. You've already pictured where it was going though with his hand squeezing your plush, sensitive thigh.
Not caring anyway since if Eren was going to accuse you of cheating, then you're seriously going to give him something to accuse you of.
A smile as gentle as the wind engraved his face. "You missed me?" Jean questioned curiously as his hazel irises hungrily eyed your body down. You were still in your scrubs, which he found even more attractive, making him envy how lucky Eren was to have you as an educated woman with a quality job.
You sighed, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes dodged everywhere but Jean's face, looking outside the window where the car was stopped on the far side of a random highway which not many other cars passed through considering it was dark out with only the moon to illuminate the antisocial night sky. "Maybe, but I missed what we did even more." You murmured voice as velvety as rose petals, which made Jean crave you and your body even more.
All those memories of each time the two of you made love were coming back to him. "You wanna remind me what that was like?" Jean asked as if he forgot all the mind-blowing sex he's had with you, while his hand patted down his lap, signaling you to sit down on it. He didn't have to tell you twice; instantly hopping onto Jean's lap, he rolled the seat back a few inches for your comfort.
"Jean, you're so fake; y'know damn well you'd never forget how good I made you feel." You half joked with a sly grin painted to your face, sticking worse than super glue. You were right, that sentence had a ton of truth to it, mainly due to how Jean could never fully process that you were married; his friend with benefits is married. He hated that he never was able to tell you he was in love with you, but oddly enough, out of spite, he'd masturbate, spreading his cum all over your face, to your wedding photos one more time before he let you go, which never did happen; his obsessed and clingy nature didn't allow him to.
You knew him so well. Rolling his eyes, he replied, "Yeah, whatever, stop stalling and kiss me already." Doing as he told your lips attached to his pink plump ones, his hands roamed your body, one slipping in your scrub pants past the black lacey panties grabbing a large handful of ass, and of course Jean was back to his cocky self, pulling away from the kiss. "You wore these for me, hmm?" He gave a raspy hum as he dragged the fabric, making it bounce back onto your skin, filled with goosebumps.
"Obviously, I wanted to come out looking good for you, baby." You purred calmly, stroking his hair, as your lips threw themselves back onto his, giving him no time to speak. Grinding your hips against Jean's crotch, a small moan seeped out of his lips while his hand pulled you closer to his chest, making him buck up into you when he felt your pirced perfectly-sized tits press into him.
Growing his already soaring confidence, he was in disbelief that you still would rather look good for him than your little husband; nevertheless, a boney, freckled, pale hand snaked under your scrubs shirt, massaging one of your tender breasts. Breaking away from the passionate kiss once more for air, a single strand of saliva connected the both of you, heavily breathing. Jean finally spoke, "Hold your shirt up for me, Y/n." His voice huskily growled at you.
Your arms moved down to the bottom of the fabric as your fingers brought your shirt up to your mouth, teeth clinging onto your seafoam green scrubs shirt. So beautiful in his eyes, his finger tips crawled upon your chest, getting a clearer view of your pretty tits. Your friend couldn't happen to stare any longer, gravitating his head towards your now rapid rising and falling chest. Jean's breath fanned over your nipple, snatching a whine out of you while your eyes poured into his movements.
Waiting eagerly, you finally got what you needed. Jean's tongue swirled figure eights over your sensitive bud, slightly grazing his teeth on it, almost like your body had a mind of its own. Your back arched, nearly hitting the wheel. He held your back with one free hand, only wanting you to feel complete pleasure.
Removing his hand from your back, Jean playfully tugged at your shiny silver diamond heart nipple piercings, getting just the reaction he wanted to see "Jean, Jean, Jean, oh my god... Fuck." You loudly moaned out, practically flying your right hand heaved onto the ceiling grab handle above the driver's car door down while your left kept your shirt up for him. As he pressed a final kiss to your boobs, he pat your hips. "Get up f'me princess." Jean softly croaked, unable to handle you sitting on his throbbing, hard cock anymore.
To which you only nodded, raising your hips above him, Jean immediately dipped his fingers into your pants, and in your panties, using two fingers to rub your clit in mini circles. "S—shit, oh baby." You cried, clinging onto Jean's shoulder, decorated with his unbuttoned plaid shirt.
"My, my, I turn you on this much angel?" Jean's words sunk in your skin his attitude was killing you, but it couldn't be helped he loved taking his precious time with foreplay knowing exactly what you liked and disliked never failing to cause your pussy to be slick "You're so wet, my love." He sighed each word falling from his lips gracefully as his fingers played with your squishy dripping folds.
"Mhmm," you bat your long lashes at him, irregular breaths taking over, melting at the scent of his strong hibiscus vanilla bean cologne that clouded your nose, eyes striking shut, feeling two of Jean's fingers dipping inside you, bringing your pussy heavenly relief as he curled his thin digits, hitting the right spots, gaining your walls to close around his fingers. "Just like that, Jean, I need it deeper, mmph." You managed to get out your lips, sore from biting them.
Jean complied to your request, shoving his fingers even deeper into you in a "Come here." motion, earning a string of whimpers and moans from you, throwing your head back as you rocked your hips against his digits; your body basically begging Jean for more attention, giving you what you wanted. His fingers sped up the pace, beginning to scissor across your sweet spot continuously, except without warning that steaming hot coil snapped out and gushed your sticky white cum.
He gasped at the mess you'd made, retracting his hand from your pants. His tongue rushed dancing on the cum-stained tips of his fingers, using his free hand to tilt your chin, forcing you to watch the action. Your pussy drummed harshly, and Jean gave you one last kiss on your lips before dropping the command, "Get in the backseat, sweetheart."
Following his directions, you climbed over the arm rest into the void black seats, propping yourself up on your hands and knees in his spacious car, while Jean trailed behind you, hovering over you as he unzipped his dark grey baggy jeans, hurrying to get his pants and yours down. Pushing your black lacey, fresh cum-stained panties to the side, his achingly hard cock slid itself past your folds fervently, the both of you moaned clamorously, thankful you could only be heard by each other.
"Jean, darling, please." You begged desperately for him to move inside you; typically, he'd tease you, but his patience could only last so long this time. Each second, your pussy only squeezed his dick tighter than a knot, piercingly warmer than an oven, stretching all the way back before slamming his way into your starving walls back and forth repeatedly. "Shittt, keep fuckin' my pussy like that, Jean." You mumbled, your mind increasingly turning into mush within a couple nanoseconds.
"I'm all yours." Admitting that no matter how much of a loving husband Eren was to you, your pussy would always long for Jean's cock to fill you all the way up. though maybe you were exaggerating, you could nearly feel Jean lavishing deep in your guts. He was the largest you've ever had—a solid nine inches.
Pounding into your death-gripping walls, he broke a sweat, and so did you, throwing your thick ass back on him. Clapping sounds of sweaty bodies colliding with each other echoed throughout the shaking car. Groaning, he smirked as his hand drew squiggly patterns on your back. Memories of the day the both of you got matching tattoos of each other's names stabbed back into his brain, just thinking how steaming furious Eren must've been anytime he fucked you.
Hating how he was easily able to reach every single one of your delicate spots, your needy moans sounded pornographic, blaring through Jean's ears. He hummed as if he were listening to his favorite song, "Tell me how good it feels, Y/n." Demanding an answer from you, which was impossible at the unforgiving, nimble pace he was going, swearing you saw stars in the already dim car light.
You opened your mouth to speak, disappointed in yourself for nothing to come out lost as if you were on a stranded island of straight pleasure attacking your insides, stopping for a moment, earning a pouty whine from your lips. "I said, tell me how good it feels, pretty girl." Jean demanded once again spanking your bubble butt, refusing to keep going if you couldn't give him a simple answer.
"Fuck..." You attempted to catch your breath before stammering out, "Feels so amazing, Jean; nobody else could ever fuck me like this." You whimpered, shamelessly thirsty to just get some dick thrusting into you. Satisfied with your response, Jean continued crashing his cock into your spasming, clingy walls, gasping for air as your ass knocked against his pelvis, reminding him of fireworks how noisy your cheeks were.
"Don't stop, baby; don't stop, please." You squealed, dragging out your words, going limp into the seat, unable to hold yourself up, your face smooshing into the back car seats. With the way your body was responding, you were close; he could tell, feeling your legs tremble on his muscular thighs.
"I won't as long as you promise you'll keep coming back to this cock, yeah?" Jean's voice rang bells in your soul, making the decision that you were too attached, practically conjoined to his hip, and accepting the fact that you were going to be forever his.
"Yes, yes, yes, m'yours." Needily mewling at him as one of his hands gently tugged at your beautiful tresses. It looked freshly done, so he knew how intensely painful that'd be. A swift lazy smile swam across your face at his considerateness. "I'll always be back for you, Jean." Blurting out, my body was exceedingly numb with pure bliss.
Your fingers reached down, rubbing your cushion-like nub, approaching your orgasm; your vision went blurry with your other hand gripping the seats, partially causing a tear with your dark cherry-red acrylic nails. "My god, I'm gonna cum." Was all you were able to spur out before everything turned into a hazy fog, hearing his voice encourage you further. "Go ahead, pretty girl," already appalled at how much cream was left on his shaft. "That's it Y/n, let it all out. You're not done till you make a mess, baby." His fingers traced tiny patterns on your back, moaning at Jean's words as the rest of your arousal seeped onto his twitching girth.
Suddenly Jean was back ramming into your sore hole; you'll never understand how he managed to have this demonic level of stamina on his belt. After some drawn-out sloppy thrusts, Jean was close and too in the moment his cum filled your entrance to the brim, lowly groaning; erratic breaths firing out of him as he pulled his long shaft out, releasing the rest of his thick load onto the back of your seafoam green scrubs shirt and on your lower, more exposed back.
Overly proud of the sight, his sticky ropes of cum on you while your pussy dripped both his and your seed mixed together falling down the white fluid contrasting with the black seats was absolutely perfect. He mentally captured a picture before teasingly slapping his inches on your back, smearing the warm, cozy mess as if Jean were making snow angels in the fall, and dropping down to lovingly kiss your shoulder.
Later on, Jean stopped somewhere nearby grabbing tissues, snacks, or anything else you requested, dropping you halfway to your house. Jean was extremely hesitant, especially since it was late at night, but you persisted rejecting the idea of getting caught being with him. Still, Jean watched you creep, unlocking the door to your house with your keys and dashing inside. Knowing you were safe, he drove off.
After you showered getting ready for bed, your eyes blinked a couple of times in shock. The clock read 3:30 AM. There was no way you and Jean were at it for that long, you thought, slipping into bed under the covers with Eren.
The dark brunette shuffled around, now awake with your abrupt movement, tired eyes now crossing yours. Eren figured you got home late as usual, but maybe this time when you got off between midnight, feeling guilty of falsely accusing his beloved wife, he asked, "Y/n, Baby, are you awake?" His fingers wrapped themselves in yours tenderly, while he brought your envelope-shut hands together to his pillowy lips, pressing a gentle, mellow kiss to the back of your hand.
Snapping you back into reality with everything you've just done, sighing at how cruel you were, taking Eren's small accusation way too far. "Yeah... I'm awake." You made eye contact, barely able to see anything in the dark, leaning your body towards the lamp using your pointer and thumb finger, yanking it down to give the room some brightness.
Pretending to act as if you had just woken up, you rubbed your eyes, paired with a deep yawn stretching all the way back. "I'll make this quick since we're both tired, but I really wanted to apologize to you." Your husband stated, his words drowning in drowsiness, he himself hardly able to get any sleep without you next to his side.
You hated yourself with a complete passion now; this was the man who truly loved you. Shaking your head with absolute incredulity in your heart, without Eren's knowledge of you cheating on him, a false accusation you shouldn't have taken that seriously, you managed to tarnish your marriage. Swallowing a lump down your throat, your eyes became glossy with fresh tears streaming to the bottom of your cheeks. "No, I'm sorry, Eren, don't apologize to me.." Regretful emotions coursed throughout your body, leaving a sour feeling at the pit of your stomach.
"Hey, don't cry." Confused as to why his gorgeous wife was crying her eyes out, his peach-colored lips showered each of your tear-stained cheeks with love. One thing you loved about him for sure were his kind comforting instincts whenever you were sad, but this time he wasn't supposed to be comforting you this well.
Did his jealousy issues hurt you that bad? Was the dark brunette's only thought; making him feel horrible definitely noted that he later on would make an attempt to work on his flaws for you.
"C'mere angel." A smile swiftly appeared over your lips at the nickname you didn't deserve anymore, betraying his faith, loyalty, and trust. Even so, you crawled closer to him as Eren cradled your sore, aching back into his fast, beating chest while he soothingly stroked your head, resting his chin on it, closing his eyes, and whispering a sweet "I love you."
Your hands grasped his lean, muscular, yet kind arms, snuggling in the warm, fluffy covers against his heated body, blowing a shaky sigh before replying a shaky, dry "I love you too."
Synopsis — Even after your ex-boyfriend cheating on you then dying, something tells you not to give up on a healthy love life.
Cw — Mentions of death, Heavily based on the lyrics, Artist! Reader, somewhat insecure reader, you both love nature, Onyankopon is wearing a suit as usual, picnic date.
Word count 1.5k + 28 paragraphs.
You had just gotten out of a horrendous relationship six months ago when your ex-boyfriend, Floch, cheated on you and then died by being hit by a bus. You weren't too sure whether to be upset about him cheating on you or him dying; either way, you were maybe a little too emotional about the whole thing.
During those six months, it left you in a devastated state. The man you thought was your soulmate had cheated on you and died; it was like a double loss for you in your book. Were you not pretty enough? Should you have gotten plastic surgery like he urged you to? Was the way the two of you made love not good? Why did whoever was up in heaven controlling the deaths have to take him of all people? And most importantly, why was the way Floch died so dumb?
Each one of those questions was running through your head, trying to piece the parts together as if you were a detective solving a brutal case. It didn't matter, though, because most of your days were spent in bed soaking the sheets and covers with your salty angry tears on why your love life really didn't make any sense at all if you were being honest with yourself.
Was it really your fault for choosing the wrong men? You weren't quite sure what you were doing wrong; you just wanted someone to love on so desperately. Which was why you weren't entirely mad about Floch cheating on you; more so, just disappointed or upset would be the right word choice.
You were more vexed by his death; at least if he were still alive, you'd stick by him, perhaps lying to yourself that you'd get over his cheating easily with time, but at least that was still someone to love. Hating how empty you felt, sometimes you would eat a lot more to fill that hole, or even eat a lot less, going days forgetting to take care of yourself and consume some sort of meal. Your hobbies were missing from your everyday life.
And so was your job from missing too many days of work; you just didn't have the energy for anything anymore, feeling hopeless on the whole love topic.
That is until you opened your phone, going through your gallery, looking at your old pictures before you even dated Floch, reminiscing on how joyful you looked, completely carefree about everything in the world. Of course you wanted to go back to that life, so bit by bit you decided to take care of your mental health, choosing self-love over anything else out there.
Getting a new job that had better pay than before gave you a chance to buy new art supplies to get back into art, a hobby you wish you had never dropped. Painting something was just fulfilling to you; it always calmed you down from horrible memories that sank deep into your mind.
Buying new clothes was something you often loved to do since Floch often told you what and what not to wear. You felt free wearing the clothes you wanted, confident in your body again, being back to your normal diet, brushing up on your hobbies, and doing skincare made you feel at your best.
You've reached the year mark since your ex has passed, and now that he hardly crosses your mind anymore, you're finally ready to move on, figuring someday you'll find love again. Shooting your shot first just wasn't your thing, though.
Luckily for you, nature was another one of your favorite things, and lately you've been visiting the garden park as often as you could to capture it on your canvas. If you were early, you'd most likely be the only one there with nobody to bother you until another person started showing up.
He was dressed all fancy, looking as dapper as someone who time traveled from the 1920s. Feeling like he'd fit in perfectly with your painting, it started to become your signature thing, painting the gentleman along with your garden scenery. One thing you loved about the painting was that he didn't seem like something you had just thrown into it; he looked like he belonged there.
It was interesting that you've never seen his face due to how focused he was on his lengthy book. Reading it by the circular pond filled with white feathery swans who swam around as if they were guarding their home, the back of his head was the only thing that could be seen, which made you more interested in the somewhat mysterious stranger.
In your recent art work, he was all that could be seen sometimes playing with the ducks and feeding them fresh sliced grapes when he wasn't constantly reading. You found it tooth-rotting adorable how the fancy man had a soft spot for animals. The baby duck acted as a perfect fit for his castle-sized hands, allowing your brain to note down a new type: men who're dressed up like they're on their way to a banquet and are kind-hearted to animals.
Your eyes carefully followed his structure while sketching him; this time, unfortunately for you, he caught you staring at him. The brown pair of eyes traced yours, confused, exposing it on his face. He raised an eyebrow, placing a hand to his chin. Either way, a sweet expression replaced his befuddled one, smiling as bright as the sun.
Seeing his face for the first time made your cheeks go as warm as a fiery furnace, leaving your mouth fall agape, yet smiling back at him, continuing your art as you picked up a paint brush dipping it in the mini jars of vibrant paint.
This scene seemed to always live in your mind; it only lasted for a good two seconds except for the way you were replaying it over and over like a broken record; it had to have been longer than that. Little did you both know that seeing the beauty in each other kept drawing you both back to the earthy garden. On one Sunday morning, he promised to himself and even his friends, who he annoyed by talking about you endlessly, that he'd propose a date to get to know you.
Like usual, you were letting your artist mind roam free in creativity, but for some reason the park felt a little too empty for your liking. That's when you realized that was most likely because the little crush that was knocking at your heart wasn't here today.
Well, you were wrong; the presence of someone behind you made you slowly turn around as if you were in a horror movie, turning around to see if it was him. You must've been extremely shocked, so much so that you knocked your mini jars of paint that regularly stood on the space of your beige wooden easel spilling on your white frilly sundress.
"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to make you scared; your art is just really beautiful." The stranger quickly apologized and helped you pick up everything you knocked over in the grass.
He hated how you seemed upset, which you did have a right to be. Knowing how pricey art supplies is he finally thought of something looking at you while you patted down your now ruined dress.
"Thank you." You mumbled at his compliment, heart warmed that he thought that way of your art, the expensive cologne stinging your nose, almost forgetting what you were upset about.
Somehow he saw this as his chance to ask the question he'd been waiting patiently for. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke, "Let's make a deal; you join me for lunch, and I'll take you shopping for what I messed up." He suggested pointing to the red and white picnic blanket with one hand. It may have been a weird way to ask you out, but who could turn down fresh food in a garden or shopping later on?
You giggled now, scaring him for a moment and speaking your mind on exactly what you thought. "That's an odd way to ask me out, but yes, of course it's a deal." Agreeing to his little plan, he took your soft hand in his, leading you to his typical picnic blanket on the ground.
A few minutes in, and you were feasting on one of your favorite sandwiches. "By the way, what's your name?" You asked after gulping down a couple of bites, picking up some iced lemonade to wash it down.
"Onyankopon, and you?" Onyankopon immediately answered as quick as a bunny hopping to the nearest piece of lettuce, thrilled at the first baby steps of getting to know you.
"I'm Y/n." You grinned ear to ear, sure that your dimples could be seen. Onyankopon wasn't sure what was prettier, your dimples or your silky, ribbon-smooth voice that could calm an angry tsunami and bring peace.
Well, Y/n, that's a beautiful name." He complimented you for the second time today, bringing back that gorgeous smile once again. Not many people told you how much they appreciated your name, so Onyankopon made you feel a little special. The cloudy skies began to clear as the sun peaked through, and just like that, your ex was gone from your memory. Life became less dull, restored back to its colorful state, looking forward to the new chapters in your love life blooming.
Someday we'll find the love, 'cause after the storm's when the flowers bloom. —Kali Uchis.
Synopsis — Even after your ex-boyfriend cheating on you then dying, something tells you not to give up on a healthy love life.
Cw — Mentions of death, Heavily based on the lyrics, Artist! Reader, somewhat insecure reader, you both love nature, Onyankopon is wearing a suit as usual, picnic date.
Word count 1.5k + 28 paragraphs.
You had just gotten out of a horrendous relationship six months ago when your ex-boyfriend, Floch, cheated on you and then died by being hit by a bus. You weren't too sure whether to be upset about him cheating on you or him dying; either way, you were maybe a little too emotional about the whole thing.
During those six months, it left you in a devastated state. The man you thought was your soulmate had cheated on you and died; it was like a double loss for you in your book. Were you not pretty enough? Should you have gotten plastic surgery like he urged you to? Was the way the two of you made love not good? Why did whoever was up in heaven controlling the deaths have to take him of all people? And most importantly, why was the way Floch died so dumb?
Each one of those questions was running through your head, trying to piece the parts together as if you were a detective solving a brutal case. It didn't matter, though, because most of your days were spent in bed soaking the sheets and covers with your salty angry tears on why your love life really didn't make any sense at all if you were being honest with yourself.
Was it really your fault for choosing the wrong men? You weren't quite sure what you were doing wrong; you just wanted someone to love on so desperately. Which was why you weren't entirely mad about Floch cheating on you; more so, just disappointed or upset would be the right word choice.
You were more vexed by his death; at least if he were still alive, you'd stick by him, perhaps lying to yourself that you'd get over his cheating easily with time, but at least that was still someone to love. Hating how empty you felt, sometimes you would eat a lot more to fill that hole, or even eat a lot less, going days forgetting to take care of yourself and consume some sort of meal. Your hobbies were missing from your everyday life.
And so was your job from missing too many days of work; you just didn't have the energy for anything anymore, feeling hopeless on the whole love topic.
That is until you opened your phone, going through your gallery, looking at your old pictures before you even dated Floch, reminiscing on how joyful you looked, completely carefree about everything in the world. Of course you wanted to go back to that life, so bit by bit you decided to take care of your mental health, choosing self-love over anything else out there.
Getting a new job that had better pay than before gave you a chance to buy new art supplies to get back into art, a hobby you wish you had never dropped. Painting something was just fulfilling to you; it always calmed you down from horrible memories that sank deep into your mind.
Buying new clothes was something you often loved to do since Floch often told you what and what not to wear. You felt free wearing the clothes you wanted, confident in your body again, being back to your normal diet, brushing up on your hobbies, and doing skincare made you feel at your best.
You've reached the year mark since your ex has passed, and now that he hardly crosses your mind anymore, you're finally ready to move on, figuring someday you'll find love again. Shooting your shot first just wasn't your thing, though.
Luckily for you, nature was another one of your favorite things, and lately you've been visiting the garden park as often as you could to capture it on your canvas. If you were early, you'd most likely be the only one there with nobody to bother you until another person started showing up.
He was dressed all fancy, looking as dapper as someone who time traveled from the 1920s. Feeling like he'd fit in perfectly with your painting, it started to become your signature thing, painting the gentleman along with your garden scenery. One thing you loved about the painting was that he didn't seem like something you had just thrown into it; he looked like he belonged there.
It was interesting that you've never seen his face due to how focused he was on his lengthy book. Reading it by the circular pond filled with white feathery swans who swam around as if they were guarding their home, the back of his head was the only thing that could be seen, which made you more interested in the somewhat mysterious stranger.
In your recent art work, he was all that could be seen sometimes playing with the ducks and feeding them fresh sliced grapes when he wasn't constantly reading. You found it tooth-rotting adorable how the fancy man had a soft spot for animals. The baby duck acted as a perfect fit for his castle-sized hands, allowing your brain to note down a new type: men who're dressed up like they're on their way to a banquet and are kind-hearted to animals.
Your eyes carefully followed his structure while sketching him; this time, unfortunately for you, he caught you staring at him. The brown pair of eyes traced yours, confused, exposing it on his face. He raised an eyebrow, placing a hand to his chin. Either way, a sweet expression replaced his befuddled one, smiling as bright as the sun.
Seeing his face for the first time made your cheeks go as warm as a fiery furnace, leaving your mouth fall agape, yet smiling back at him, continuing your art as you picked up a paint brush dipping it in the mini jars of vibrant paint.
This scene seemed to always live in your mind; it only lasted for a good two seconds except for the way you were replaying it over and over like a broken record; it had to have been longer than that. Little did you both know that seeing the beauty in each other kept drawing you both back to the earthy garden. On one Sunday morning, he promised to himself and even his friends, who he annoyed by talking about you endlessly, that he'd propose a date to get to know you.
Like usual, you were letting your artist mind roam free in creativity, but for some reason the park felt a little too empty for your liking. That's when you realized that was most likely because the little crush that was knocking at your heart wasn't here today.
Well, you were wrong; the presence of someone behind you made you slowly turn around as if you were in a horror movie, turning around to see if it was him. You must've been extremely shocked, so much so that you knocked your mini jars of paint that regularly stood on the space of your beige wooden easel spilling on your white frilly sundress.
"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to make you scared; your art is just really beautiful." The stranger quickly apologized and helped you pick up everything you knocked over in the grass.
He hated how you seemed upset, which you did have a right to be. Knowing how pricey art supplies is he finally thought of something looking at you while you patted down your now ruined dress.
"Thank you." You mumbled at his compliment, heart warmed that he thought that way of your art, the expensive cologne stinging your nose, almost forgetting what you were upset about.
Somehow he saw this as his chance to ask the question he'd been waiting patiently for. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke, "Let's make a deal; you join me for lunch, and I'll take you shopping for what I messed up." He suggested pointing to the red and white picnic blanket with one hand. It may have been a weird way to ask you out, but who could turn down fresh food in a garden or shopping later on?
You giggled now, scaring him for a moment and speaking your mind on exactly what you thought. "That's an odd way to ask me out, but yes, of course it's a deal." Agreeing to his little plan, he took your soft hand in his, leading you to his typical picnic blanket on the ground.
A few minutes in, and you were feasting on one of your favorite sandwiches. "By the way, what's your name?" You asked after gulping down a couple of bites, picking up some iced lemonade to wash it down.
"Onyankopon, and you?" Onyankopon immediately answered as quick as a bunny hopping to the nearest piece of lettuce, thrilled at the first baby steps of getting to know you.
"I'm Y/n." You grinned ear to ear, sure that your dimples could be seen. Onyankopon wasn't sure what was prettier, your dimples or your silky, ribbon-smooth voice that could calm an angry tsunami and bring peace.
Well, Y/n, that's a beautiful name." He complimented you for the second time today, bringing back that gorgeous smile once again. Not many people told you how much they appreciated your name, so Onyankopon made you feel a little special. The cloudy skies began to clear as the sun peaked through, and just like that, your ex was gone from your memory. Life became less dull, restored back to its colorful state, looking forward to the new chapters in your love life blooming.
Someday we'll find the love, 'cause after the storm's when the flowers bloom. —Kali Uchis.
synopsis: after an unplanned one-night stand with a guy you didn't particularly care for, your lives takes an unexpected turn as you face the consequences of your actions. // angst to fluff, gojo being the best guy ever.
"are you gonna keep it?" he asks, his voice wavering. he rubs his hands against his face as though hoping the gesture might erase the weight of the words he’s just uttered.
when you had sex with gojo satoru, a single night filled with desperation and loneliness, you never thought you’d end up here — perched on the edge of his bathtub with a positive pregnancy test in hand.
“i don’t know,” you mumble, focused on the word ‘positive,’ staring back at you, “this wasn’t what i thought i’d be doing on a monday night.”
his question hangs between you like a loaded gun, ready to fire off an argument you both know is inevitable. you look up at him, your gaze clashing with his, and the air seems to vibrate with unspoken tension. he stands there, framed by the doorway, his presence a stark reminder of the role he played in this mess.
"i never thought..." you continue, trailing off as the memories of that night replay at the edges of your consciousness. it's as if you're reliving every moment, every decision that has led to this point. you want to scream — to shake him and demand an explanation for how you ended up here.
gojo’s fingers drop from his face, revealing the vulnerability that lingers in his eyes. he steps closer, and his proximity feels suffocating. "we're in this together," he says, his words a contradiction to the distance that has always defined your relationship. "but it doesn't mean we have to agree."
the pregnancy test slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor. the sound echoing, filling the silence of the bathroom. your frustration boils over, and before you can think, the words spill from your lips. "this is your fault, you know. you're the reason we're stuck in this mess."
gojo’s gaze hardens, his brows furrowing in a mix of defence and offence. "my fault?" he scoffs incredulously. "last time I checked, it takes two to fuck. don't act like you didn't have a role in this."
anger courses through your veins, each word exchanged like a blow in an escalating fight. "oh, please. spare me your righteousness. you waltzed into my life, seduced me with your pathetic charm, and now I'm left dealing with the aftermath."
"you think this is what I wanted? you think I planned any of this? don't flatter yourself." his lips curl into a bitter smile, his pride taking a hit. “you were desperate. i was bored. and now we have a baby on the way.”
the tension in the room is a palpable force, the air thick with accusation and resentment. In this moment, you're not just arguing about the pregnancy — you're clashing over all the unspoken emotions that have festered between you since that night.
you both sigh, knowing that arguing wouldn’t detract from the fact that was laying on the bathroom floor. gojo joins you on the edge of the bathtub, hesitating before lightly brushing your arm with his. your eyes meet his and he pauses before saying, “look it’s gonna get us nowhere arguing like this. but despite what’s going on between us, i'm down with whatever you decide.”
“I think… i think i wanna keep it,” you whisper, surprising both yourself and gojo. but a smile etches onto his face, he was never going to force you into a decision but if he could pick – this is the one he wanted.
"you know," he begins, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of the hushed bathroom, "i never expected any of this. but... i won't deny that a part of me is... excited."
your eyebrows lift in surprise, and a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. his admission is unexpected, and it sends a surge of warmth through your chest. "excited? seriously?"
gojo's lips quirk into a playful grin, the tension from earlier completely evaporating. "yeah, seriously. I mean, think about it. this might not have been planned, but it's a chance for something new, something unexpected. i think we’ll make good parents.”
he could sense that you were still unsure, but now that you’ve revealed that some part of you wants this, he was determined to make you keep those thoughts. “like i said earlier, we’re in this together,” he says, his voice soft and resolute, “no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”
“thank you.” a genuine smile graces your lips. maybe the circumstances are far from ideal, but there's something undeniably comforting in the way he's willing to stand by your side.
gojo squeezes your hand gently, his excitement still evident in his eyes. "no need to thank me. just promise me that, whatever happens, you'll let me be a part of it." his earnestness touches you in a way you hadn't anticipated. the future is still uncertain, but in this moment, you know that he wants this.
"i promise," you reply, your voice steady and filled with a newfound determination.
"can i?" gojo asks, his eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. his gaze shifts from your eyes to your stomach, his hands poised as if awaiting permission.
you chuckle softly at his eagerness, a small smile playing on your lips. "although i'm pregnant, i think at this point what's inside of me is just a blob," you point out, trying to temper his enthusiasm with a dose of reality.
gojo's lips curl into a playful grin, undeterred by your practicality. "yeah, i know, but still…" he trails off, his hands inching closer to your abdomen.
you give him a nod of assent. his touch is surprisingly gentle as his hands settle on your stomach, warm against your skin. it's a simple gesture, but the weight of it is profound — an unspoken acknowledgment of the life growing within you.
for a moment, time seems to stand still as you both share the quiet intimacy of the moment. his eyes remain fixed on your stomach, a mixture of awe and wonder dancing in his eyes. it's as if he's trying to connect with the tiny being that's taking shape inside you.
"can you believe this?" he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and disbelief. "life, right here."
you look down at your stomach, marvelling at the life that's indeed taking root within you. it's a surreal feeling — one that's difficult to put into words. "yeah, it's pretty incredible."
his touch remains on your stomach, a constant grounding force amidst the rush of emotions that envelops you both."it might be a blob now," he says, his voice soft yet earnest, "but it's our blob."
a laugh bubbles up from within you, a mixture of amusement and affection. "our blob, huh?"
he nods, his expression earnest as he meets your gaze. "yeah, our blob. and who knows? maybe someday, we'll look back on this moment and remember how it all started."the tenderness in his words is palpable, and a warmth blossoms in your chest. despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, there's a shared optimism between you.
as gojo's hands remain on your stomach, you lean in slightly, your head finding the crook of his shoulder. his embrace is reassuring, his touch a steady reminder that, no matter what comes next, you won't be facing it alone.
AN: SO GUYS WHAT DO YOU THINK? LMK UR THOUGHTS. im thinking of making this like a little au, where I just do a series drabbles/one shots of life with your bd!gojo. so if you have any thoughts, ideas, requests send me them. ALSO DONT USE MY DIVIDERS PLS AND THANKS <3 also thanks @kazushawty for the beta read love ya.
hiiii!! I loveee your posts!! can you write something about Tojo or Geto being extremely jealous to the point y/n wants to break up but they don’t allow it? I don’t know I can picture it in my head but I can’t write anything good like you 😭
....why not do both? (¬‿¬) ty for the love, sweetie ♡ hope ya like this one! tagging @neptunes1nterweb bc they asked to be, lol, ily sapp!! ☆
cw: Geto + Toji x fem/afab! reader - smutty, so minors, move. - fingering (f! receiving) - biting (ears + shoulders) - clitoral stimulation (fingers + toy) - imagery of taking pictures of your naked body - pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart) - overstimulation - use of a vibrator and rope to tie your hands (geto); oral/cunnilingus (f! receiving) - impact play; pussy slaps (3x) - toji being a tiny bit of a meanie + possessive - overstimulation - pet names (baby, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking and pinching) - heavy depictions of being given head - mentions of spit/saliva (toji)
You love your boyfriend, you know you do. And you know he loves you just as (if not MORE) than you. There's never been a day where you'd doubt this love. His love...but this love does have its bad moments — like this one.
Your boyfriend tends to be quite possessive of you, to the point of jealousy. There have been times you'd try and excuse the behavior; he's just your partner making sure you're safe and that no one gets any funny business when it comes to you. If anything, it's his way of showing his seriousness about you, right? Well, that's what you've been trying to tell yourself all this time, even when bringing it to his attention, to which he'll brush off or reassure you it's for your own sake. But today? Oh, it was the last of it.
Your friends invited you to a party they were having, and you, being your good partner, invited your boyfriend to tag along. It was all of good intentions, no? After all, it's not like you planned on staying til things went crazy; just meet and chat with some old buddies, eat some bomb food, a drink or two at max, the usual. And things were going great doing just that; you stumbled upon a very old friend you hadn't seen in ages!! Excited to see his face again, you spent most of your time catching up with him on the living room couch and seeing how life's been on his end. The conversation was going swell, nostalgia getting the best of the two of you. So much so that your old friend got a little tipsy from his drink and got a little handsy — putting his arm around you when the two of you would laugh reminiscing old memories together.
However, your laugh ceased when his laughs turned to abrupt howls of pain. You'd then turn behind to see your boyfriend standing behind the couch, who ripped the poor guy's hand off your shoulder and is crushing his wrist with a deadly grip. Immediately, you'd stand to stop the commotion and excuse your friend for your man's actions (he surprisingly expressed forgiveness), and you two left that party. No words were exchanged in the car ride home, but you had your mind set at that late hour. There's no point in being with someone who's just going to be envious of anyone who has your attention — even old friends, for God's sake! This is it, for sure! Those were the words you went with as you stormed from the bathroom and into the bedroom where your boyfriend lies on the bed of your shared bedroom. With crossed arms and furrowed brows, you tell him these words with a confident breath:
"I think we should break up."
ʚ⁺˖↪ Suguru Geto
"Mmmph!! Ahhhnnn!! S-Suguru, stop!! Your hands, too fa—Ahhhh!!!"
"Hold still, baby." He coos to your ear before teasing it with a blow; shudders run down your spine from the breath play.
With your back to him and your hands tied with a rope, Geto uses this position to play with your vulnerable body. Your panties exposed for him to see, a wet patch blossoming more and more from the touches of his slender fingers as they roughly rub on your clothed, leaky cunt. The lacy material becoming drenched with your fluids, he has your body twitch on him, and he sneers at the pathetic display.
"Ohhh, fucking shit—hic..." Tears well up from shut eyes, the swift motions of his fingers increasing the pounding in your head. "Suguru, pleaseee, it's teww muuuch!!"
"Awww, is it?" He mocks your whines. "Serves you right, though. You scared me with what you said earlier. Breaking up with me after I was trying to make sure that guy didn't try anything funny with my princess?"
"Nnnnmm! I'm s-sorry, Suguru! But he was my friend, and you were bei—Iiiiieee!!!"
Your body jerks when Geto snakes his hand inside your panties, using a forefinger on your clitoris and rubbing harshly on the sensitive bud. You can just picture the cunning smirk with the chuckle you hear while he kisses your bare shoulder. "Well, your friend seemed to be a little too touchy for my liking. And you," Geto suddenly sinks his teeth into your shoulder, having your nude figure jump at the bite. He uses his free hand to keep a leg to the side, making sure your legs are wide for him. "You seemed too close with this friend, huh. You were practically making him blush the entire time."
Did I really? Was I being too open? You couldn't answer those questions; it hurts to think with your boyfriend's fingers inside your slit, fingertips grazing your spongey walls, turning your brain to mush. The squelching racket from your southern lips and his digits ring your ears to a lewd trance — it makes your face dial to an unbearable heat.
"Nnmaaa, Ahhhhh!! Suguruuu," a tear makes its way down your hot cheek. Geto hums into your ear, and you shiver as he nibbles on your lobe. "Pleaseee, forgive me...I should've known you were just there for—Mmmm! M-Me...I'm sorry, so please..."
It's best that you couldn't see Geto's eyes narrow at your apology, the bedroom light donning his dark orbs a purple hue. He snickers, "See? My Y/n is understanding. Such a sweetheart for me, huh." He lays sweet kisses down your neck. "You're forgiven. Not thinking about breaking up with me now, right?" You nod erratically, earning a hearty chuckle while he grabs for something on the side. "Good, but we're not done yet."
Your sweat runs cold when you hear a familiar buzz when Geto presses a button on a small remote. You turn to see a bullet vibrator, the mattress experiencing the whirr of its vibrations. And when he picks the toy up and brings it down to your inner thighs, your anxiousness scales to an all-time high.
But you're too late to voice concerns as the toy makes contact with your clitoris, the delicate bud unprepared for the touch of the cold surface and intense buzzing. Especially with him pressing down on your clit and bringing his fingers back into your vagina again, his digits scraping your tender walls, your orgasm hit you within seconds.
Your nude body bucks to the aftershocks of your climax, your cunt pulsing around Geto's fingers, and come coating his digits and sliding down to the sheets. The pitch of your wails descends with every exhale, your mind too fuzzy to think of anything else but sinking into your man's hold.
Geto rubs small circles on your clit with the vibrator; you gasp and try to squirm away, yet to no avail. "Did so good, princess. Kinda wanna take a picture for your friend. Show him how much of a great time you're having with me...I'm kidding, I'm kidding~, so don't cry. Okay, princess?"
ʚ⁺˖↪ Toji Fushiguro
"Hoohh!! Ohhhh!!! Tojiiiii!! W-Wait, I already came—Eeeyahhhh!!"
Toji's got you with your back to the bed, legs propped up by his hands, and your bare cunt not even centimeters away from his face. His mouth is situated on the folds of your chasm, tongue lapping around your slick walls, and nose brushing on the fragile button that is your clit. Your moans at a higher pitch than before as your man is feasting on you for another orgasm, his chin already painted of your come from a few minutes ago.
Your legs tremble from the pleasurable abuse on your sore nerves, yet Toji's hold prevents you from so much as writhing away from him. He lifts his chin from your sloppy cunt, licking traces of your come from the scar on his lip. "C'mon, mama. I know you can cum more than one time." He gives your inner lips a suck before swapping his mouth with his fore and middle finger, the two sliding into your vulva with ease. Your brows skewed down and mouth agape for moans to escape, Toji enjoys your disheveled display with a devilish grin. "Heh, look at you. Lookin' all pretty like this because of my fingers."
"Haaaahh, Tojiii, Ohh, Jesus..." You grip the sheets below as his digits swirl and pump to and fro into your cunt, difficult to breathe with the hot air surrounding you and heat spreading from your cheeks to your ears. "Pleaseeee, I'm too sensitive — hic — G-Give me a min—Ohhhooo!!"
"Aht aht aht, don't act soft on me now," he gives your slit a smack, the rough hit from his palm catching you off guard, almost choking on your breath. The stinging pain pushed tears to roll from hot cheeks into the pillowcase. "You already tried that with that lil' friend of yours. Lettin' that fucker get too close fr' my eyes, and then you walkin' up here actin' all high and mighty talkin' about a breakup. Where's that now, Y/n? Hmm?" He licks circles on your clit, having you howl his name in despair — music to his ears. "Did'ja let the kid make you forget who can make you crazy like this?"
You peer down — big mistake — to see his fierce emerald eyes honed in on yours. You chew on your lip at the helpless atmosphere you're drowning in. "Mmmph...Toji, please, I'm sorry. I—Ohhhh, fuck!!" Toji's fingers do a 'come hither' motion, skimming your walls with the tip of his digits. "I really am...You just made me really upset that time, but, Hmmmm...I love you, I love you lots..."
The smirk on his face gets broader. "Ya know I ain't mad at you, not with that cute face of y'rs." Toji kisses your inner thighs, lightly nibbling on the skin to make you yelp. "Just teachin' my baby a lesson." Another slap to your hole results in a sudden scream from your puffy lips. "Who does this belong to?"
"...you—Ahhhhhh!!!" A third smack.
"Louder."
"Yours!" Your voice sounds broken. "I'm yours, only yours..."
"Good," you flinch at the feeling of his palm on your slit again, but he soothes the pain away by rubbing gently. "Now you just sit still while I finish, 'kay, sweetie?"
He doesn't give you time to reply, stuffing his mouth on your cunt and sucking on your folds. The image of his raven hair buried down to your thighs and his gruff moans as he eats you out shed you into another level of embarrassment that you throw your head back to the pillow. The commotion between your legs and his mouth is the only thing you hear that suffocates your senses, along with the growing heat.
Tingles crawl up your spine. "Nnnmm, naaaaa, Toji, I'm so close, I'm gonna..."
Toji hears your pleas, a hand dragged to your clitoris, giving the swollen bud a few pinches while he resumes using his mouth to stimulate your heightened nerves for another release. And it comes in hard, choked sobs lashed out from your throat as your body is stimulated to experience your second climax of the night.
With his grip still on your legs, your body is forced to endure your crescendo, muscles tensing, abdomen tightening, and your essence being lavished by your boyfriend, his tongue moving to gather your come to drink and savor from your messy entrance.
And when things finally calm down with your body following a steady rhythm, he withdraws from you with a satisfied grunt. Licking the last remnants of you from his thirsty lips, he gazes down with a proud leer. "Always tastin' so fuckin' good fr' me, mama." He takes off his shirt, his eyes still honed in on you. "We're not done yet, though. Gonna spend all night makin' you go crazy fr' me."
gojo coming home from work to his pretty housewife, you— he‘s had a long day and he’s so exhausted, he missed you, he‘s been thinking about you all day. you‘d be in the kitchen before walking to greet him towards the door with a soft smile.
“hi satoru baby, how was wor—”
but he immediately cuts you off, tossing his bag against the floor, bringing you into a deep and needy kiss. you were taken aback— yet returner the kiss, only before gojo lifts you up, making his way towards the bedroom.
you gasped, your legs locking around his waist as he walked— not breaking his lips from yours, he tastes so sweet, you could almost make out a taste of some sweetened drink,
you moaned once his hands trailed towards your ass, giving it a good squeeze, just loving how you were in nothing but a cute nightgown.
no panties underneath either, just how he liked.
“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”
“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,
he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.
“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,
each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”
he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,
barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.
“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.
his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.
“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”
gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.
just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—
he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.
“mhm— listen to it, baby,”
he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—
and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.
“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”
moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.
so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,
just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—
his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.
toji loves teasing you, he lives for it. he loves to see you all pissed off just for him,, you just didn’t want to beg for it but toji fuck good so? it was tojis idea for you guys to “mess around” in the shower, the combination of warm steam and the sensations of water dropping over your body created thee experience. pleasure was heightened by the looks in your eyes. toji knew you wanted him but him being a tease wanted to hear it. he started by kissing you thighs. making his way up, he played with your clit, pinching it a little and letting it roll between his fingers, you whimper beneath the water that was pouring over your bodies. you let out a moan indicated you needed him. “come on baby, use you words.” you ignored you’re stubborn mindset and muffled a “fuck mm, toji p-please i need you." you could see tojis smirk forming from your reflections on a semi-fogged mirror. “im sorry baby but im gonna need you to repeat that, I couldn’t hear you.” you kissed your teeth you hated being teased “please toji..” he picked you and slammed your back against the cold tile wall whilst planting kisses on your neck before finding your lips and kissing you muffling a “much better.”
“also don’t fucking drop me, i mean it toji im not tryna explain at the hospital why i broke my back.”
oh ellie loves watching you get off with out her. its so fuckin nasty you love it. seeing her palm herself through her soaked boy shorts as you grind and rub the pocket pussy against your aching sex, arching your back and having your lips parted to let out the sexiest moans ellie could listen to all day if she could, “feels good, angel?” — “yess! fuck..wish it was y—you..” the friction against your clit takes your breath, pinching your brows together, you gasp and let out more erotic sounds. “i know..cum for me and ill make it happen.”
