WARNING: drug use will most likely be involved (weed, psychedelics,coke , etc) . kinks such as somnophilia , cnc , knife play and taboo topics like yandere will be written. all fics, hcs and drabbles will include trigger warnings. please take these warnings seriously.
will not write: incest , stepcest , noncon , ageplay , ddlg , raceplay , scat , vore or abuse
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twenty 88! + pussy eaters + camgirl + holy smokes + ur ex
tldr ! house party with your ex = house party with some sex
content ! dirty talk + alcohol + spanking + rough sex + light cunt slapping
a/n ! i took so long.. hope it was worth the wait!
âIts going to be the party of the centuryâ
With an outfit like this? It better be. Y/n had pulled out all the works. A mauve colored spaghetti strap dress with the back cut outâ the hem stopping right below her ass. Her neck was coated with a sweet Vanilla scented perfume, an arrangement of silver necklaces complimenting the fragrance. Connie had finally convinced them to leave their safe space by planning âThe party to start the summerâ. His words. Jean and Connie were the homies so it was hard to turn down their every invitation without feeling a bit of guilt.
Buckling her heel around her ankle, Y/n pulled out her phone to make sure her date for the night was still game. He would be an idiot if he wasnt. âHello?â his voice rasped from the other end, sending a chill down her spine. âHey Reiner, are we meeting at the boys?â. âNo no.. iâll pick you upâ. Y/n smiled, âright answer.â Hanging up, she did one last round of perfume before going into the living room to wait. Maybe this night would be just what she needed.
At first it was, Jean was in charge of music and the vibe was absolutely right. Reiner had a hand on her waist, swaying along as she rolled her hipsâ ass pressing against him subtly. Y/n was 3 shots in and feeling right. Not drunk but definitely not sober. âIâm going to run to the bathroomâ Reiner spoke into her ear before kissing it lightly, walking away and leaving Y/n to the wolves. âCuff Itâ by Beyonce began to boom over the speakers, causing Y/n to holler, âthis is my SHIT!â
âI thought that was you..â
She froze. Turning around, Y/n was met with no one other than her worst nightmareâ Eren.Her hands immediately became clammy, the dance floor suddenly becoming too crowded. âHeyââ Y/n had vanished before he could even finish his sentence. Rushing into the kitchen, she found a plastered Connie with his face smushed into Sashaâs chest. âYou mother fuckerâ Y/n seethed, yanking him back and pulling him into the pantry before slamming the door. âWoah woah⌠I didnât know you liked me that wayâ he slurred, a drunken smirk on his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes, pinching himâ âdonât flatter yourself, Gnomeo. Why the fuck is my ex husband here?â. Connie looked at her confused, frog blinking before clocking in, âoh shitâŚ.â Oh shit indeed. Eren and Y/n had a VERY messy divorce, the legal papers somehow not being enough to really call it quits. She had just now stopped responding to his booty calls⌠as well as stopping all of her own. She was free of him! So.. why did seeing him make her stomach fill with fluttering? She wasnât 20 anymore, she saw him for who he was. A handsome basket caseâ unable to correct his own flaws.
âY/n.. I swear hiccup I had no clue he would be here. He told me he was too busy to comeâ Connie stared at her , his expression letting her know he was being honest. Connie hated drama and suddenly, Y/n felt like a fool dragging him into his own pantry. âOkay⌠okay my bad. You know how I get when I see himâ she sighed, hugging Connie tightly before opening the door. Walking out, she dragged him back to Sasha, apologizing and giving her a proper hello. After a few words of kindness, she turned to walk out before being blocked by him. âDo. Not. Run. Please.. Can we just talkâ Eren asked, voice barely above a whisper, a light hold finding its way around her wrist. She could do nothing but stare at him for a minute, his eyes looked softer, his hair long enough to be pulled back into a sizable ponytail. Looking back at Connie and Sasha who were trying to pretend they weren't eavesdropping by throwing a golf ball into the same red cup. Beer pong my ass. âFine⌠fine. You get 10 minutes.â She pushed past him, making her way through the crowd towards the back door. Once outside she scanned the space, spotting the greenhouse where they grew their.. happy grass. She quickly walked in that direction, Eren following close after.
âSo..â she stated, arms folded as she made direct eye contact. âSoooo.. How have you been?â Eren asked sheepishly, Y/nâs response being silence. For a moment neither of them said a word, the silence being filled with the faint of Szaâs, âI hate youâ blasting over the speakers. âListen⌠I really do mean it when I say I regret how we fell out. You put up with a lot of my shit and.. sighs I'm way too grown to be acting the way I did.â Y/n just scoffed. Eren stared at her for a moment before continuing, âYou look.. Gorgeous. See you came here with Reinerâ. Y/n could tell he was trying to act unbothered. âWho I'm here with is none of your businessâ she smirked, biting her bottom lip. Why was she nervous? She should know better but⌠fuck he smelt good. Looked it too.
âY/nâŚâ he gruffed, an arm going around her waist to pull her closer before she could protest. âCome on, you donât even miss me a bit? Donât miss the way I could.. Handle you? Treat your body like a God? You know.. I still do worship you. I fucked up, I know butââ he was cut off by her lips meeting his, her hands immediately going up to bury themselves into his locks. Eren followed her movements, both of his hand wrapping around her waist, pressing his body against hers almost as if he wanted to fuse into her. Their bodies stumbled into a wall, Y/nâs dress being hiked up, her hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt. Erenâs lips traveled from her lips to her jawlineâ latching around the skin on the side of her neck. One of his hands found its way between her legs, palming her cunt through her damp panties. Y/n melted in his touch, legs struggling to keep her up as he slid the fabric to the side and pinched her clit in between two fingersâ rolling the bud between them. His head came up from her neck to study her faceâ lips slightly parted to match her own. Y/n sighed out, hips jutting upwards into his touch, âpleaseâŚâ. Eren let out a breath, fingers pooling into her at the singular word.
He quickly found a rhythm, a curl joining each thrust in, his lips smashing against hers. Their tongues swirled around one another, Y/n sucking the tip of his tongue, teeth closing around his bottom lip with a harsh tug. Eren laughed into her mouth, his free hand going to unbuckle his pants while the other one kept busy. His fingers spread deep within her, making way for a third one while he wriggled out of his jeans. âYou ready for me?â he said hurriedly, eyes dark with lust and possession. As soon as Y/n nodded, he replaced his hand with his cockâ pushing past her folds as a grunt fell from his lips. âOh fuck..â he growled, pace picking up quickly before she had time to adjust. Erenâs hand quickly went to her thigh, a firm grip bringing her leg up to wrap around him. He thrusted upwards as Y/n loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes struggling to focus with the new angle.
âS-so Reiner huh?â he mumbled, head resting inside of the crook of Y/nâs neck. His thrusts were becoming deeper, balls smacking against her skin with each thrust. âReally thought pulling that shit was funny? Hm? Sorry.. I refuse to give this upâ he said between clenched teeth. Before she could respond, Y/n was now flipped around and bent overâ Erenâs dick slapping against her bare ass. âWant it?â. She couldnt help but roll her eyes, âyes, cmoonâ she whined out. Eren chuckled before giving her a firm slap on her ass. âYouve done better than that in your sleepâ he chuckled before cocking his hand back once more, allowing this one to land on her cunt. Y/n let out a yelp, thankful for the sound of the party.
âPlease babe.. I miss your dick so much. You know that I feel good around you.. Please fuck whatâs yoursâ she looked back at him as she spoke, cunt drenched at this point. Erenâs dark eyes looked down on her, strands of his hair sticking to his faceâ lips slightly parted. A smile slowly spread across them before he pressed his tip against her hole. Y/n sighed out in relief, hips going to push back against himâ her eyes closing before opening at the feeling of him pulling away. âWhat did I do now?â
Eren chuckled, shaking his head, âjust want you to look at me..â. Placing a firm grip on her shoulder, Eren slid himself all the way inâ eyes focusing on the way Y/ns face contorted. Each thrust made it harder for her to focus, a couple of spanks from Eren reminding her of her instructions. âYeah.. take that fucking dick..â he gritted, body twitching as he slowly started to lose rhythm. Suddenly, both of his hands went to her waist, thrusts becoming rabid as he pulled her back into each one. His rhythm was now completely gone, sloppy thrusts coming to an end as he came deep inside of her.
They both sat in silence for a minute, panting as they struggled to get dressed. Finally, Y/n cleared her throatâ âI shouldâŚprobably tell Reiner he can go home..â. Eren stared at her for a moment before chuckling, âheâs a grown man, heâll live. Besides..â , he pulled her closer, âI donât think this was enough to call it makeup sex.. Let me show you how sorry I truly am..â
tldr ! house party with your ex = house party with some sex
content ! dirty talk + alcohol + spanking + rough sex + light cunt slapping
a/n ! i took so long.. hope it was worth the wait!
âIts going to be the party of the centuryâ
With an outfit like this? It better be. Y/n had pulled out all the works. A mauve colored spaghetti strap dress with the back cut outâ the hem stopping right below her ass. Her neck was coated with a sweet Vanilla scented perfume, an arrangement of silver necklaces complimenting the fragrance. Connie had finally convinced them to leave their safe space by planning âThe party to start the summerâ. His words. Jean and Connie were the homies so it was hard to turn down their every invitation without feeling a bit of guilt.
Buckling her heel around her ankle, Y/n pulled out her phone to make sure her date for the night was still game. He would be an idiot if he wasnt. âHello?â his voice rasped from the other end, sending a chill down her spine. âHey Reiner, are we meeting at the boys?â. âNo no.. iâll pick you upâ. Y/n smiled, âright answer.â Hanging up, she did one last round of perfume before going into the living room to wait. Maybe this night would be just what she needed.
At first it was, Jean was in charge of music and the vibe was absolutely right. Reiner had a hand on her waist, swaying along as she rolled her hipsâ ass pressing against him subtly. Y/n was 3 shots in and feeling right. Not drunk but definitely not sober. âIâm going to run to the bathroomâ Reiner spoke into her ear before kissing it lightly, walking away and leaving Y/n to the wolves. âCuff Itâ by Beyonce began to boom over the speakers, causing Y/n to holler, âthis is my SHIT!â
âI thought that was you..â
She froze. Turning around, Y/n was met with no one other than her worst nightmareâ Eren.Her hands immediately became clammy, the dance floor suddenly becoming too crowded. âHeyââ Y/n had vanished before he could even finish his sentence. Rushing into the kitchen, she found a plastered Connie with his face smushed into Sashaâs chest. âYou mother fuckerâ Y/n seethed, yanking him back and pulling him into the pantry before slamming the door. âWoah woah⌠I didnât know you liked me that wayâ he slurred, a drunken smirk on his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes, pinching himâ âdonât flatter yourself, Gnomeo. Why the fuck is my ex husband here?â. Connie looked at her confused, frog blinking before clocking in, âoh shitâŚ.â Oh shit indeed. Eren and Y/n had a VERY messy divorce, the legal papers somehow not being enough to really call it quits. She had just now stopped responding to his booty calls⌠as well as stopping all of her own. She was free of him! So.. why did seeing him make her stomach fill with fluttering? She wasnât 20 anymore, she saw him for who he was. A handsome basket caseâ unable to correct his own flaws.
âY/n.. I swear hiccup I had no clue he would be here. He told me he was too busy to comeâ Connie stared at her , his expression letting her know he was being honest. Connie hated drama and suddenly, Y/n felt like a fool dragging him into his own pantry. âOkay⌠okay my bad. You know how I get when I see himâ she sighed, hugging Connie tightly before opening the door. Walking out, she dragged him back to Sasha, apologizing and giving her a proper hello. After a few words of kindness, she turned to walk out before being blocked by him. âDo. Not. Run. Please.. Can we just talkâ Eren asked, voice barely above a whisper, a light hold finding its way around her wrist. She could do nothing but stare at him for a minute, his eyes looked softer, his hair long enough to be pulled back into a sizable ponytail. Looking back at Connie and Sasha who were trying to pretend they weren't eavesdropping by throwing a golf ball into the same red cup. Beer pong my ass. âFine⌠fine. You get 10 minutes.â She pushed past him, making her way through the crowd towards the back door. Once outside she scanned the space, spotting the greenhouse where they grew their.. happy grass. She quickly walked in that direction, Eren following close after.
âSo..â she stated, arms folded as she made direct eye contact. âSoooo.. How have you been?â Eren asked sheepishly, Y/nâs response being silence. For a moment neither of them said a word, the silence being filled with the faint of Szaâs, âI hate youâ blasting over the speakers. âListen⌠I really do mean it when I say I regret how we fell out. You put up with a lot of my shit and.. sighs I'm way too grown to be acting the way I did.â Y/n just scoffed. Eren stared at her for a moment before continuing, âYou look.. Gorgeous. See you came here with Reinerâ. Y/n could tell he was trying to act unbothered. âWho I'm here with is none of your businessâ she smirked, biting her bottom lip. Why was she nervous? She should know better but⌠fuck he smelt good. Looked it too.
âY/nâŚâ he gruffed, an arm going around her waist to pull her closer before she could protest. âCome on, you donât even miss me a bit? Donât miss the way I could.. Handle you? Treat your body like a God? You know.. I still do worship you. I fucked up, I know butââ he was cut off by her lips meeting his, her hands immediately going up to bury themselves into his locks. Eren followed her movements, both of his hand wrapping around her waist, pressing his body against hers almost as if he wanted to fuse into her. Their bodies stumbled into a wall, Y/nâs dress being hiked up, her hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt. Erenâs lips traveled from her lips to her jawlineâ latching around the skin on the side of her neck. One of his hands found its way between her legs, palming her cunt through her damp panties. Y/n melted in his touch, legs struggling to keep her up as he slid the fabric to the side and pinched her clit in between two fingersâ rolling the bud between them. His head came up from her neck to study her faceâ lips slightly parted to match her own. Y/n sighed out, hips jutting upwards into his touch, âpleaseâŚâ. Eren let out a breath, fingers pooling into her at the singular word.
He quickly found a rhythm, a curl joining each thrust in, his lips smashing against hers. Their tongues swirled around one another, Y/n sucking the tip of his tongue, teeth closing around his bottom lip with a harsh tug. Eren laughed into her mouth, his free hand going to unbuckle his pants while the other one kept busy. His fingers spread deep within her, making way for a third one while he wriggled out of his jeans. âYou ready for me?â he said hurriedly, eyes dark with lust and possession. As soon as Y/n nodded, he replaced his hand with his cockâ pushing past her folds as a grunt fell from his lips. âOh fuck..â he growled, pace picking up quickly before she had time to adjust. Erenâs hand quickly went to her thigh, a firm grip bringing her leg up to wrap around him. He thrusted upwards as Y/n loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes struggling to focus with the new angle.
âS-so Reiner huh?â he mumbled, head resting inside of the crook of Y/nâs neck. His thrusts were becoming deeper, balls smacking against her skin with each thrust. âReally thought pulling that shit was funny? Hm? Sorry.. I refuse to give this upâ he said between clenched teeth. Before she could respond, Y/n was now flipped around and bent overâ Erenâs dick slapping against her bare ass. âWant it?â. She couldnt help but roll her eyes, âyes, cmoonâ she whined out. Eren chuckled before giving her a firm slap on her ass. âYouve done better than that in your sleepâ he chuckled before cocking his hand back once more, allowing this one to land on her cunt. Y/n let out a yelp, thankful for the sound of the party.
âPlease babe.. I miss your dick so much. You know that I feel good around you.. Please fuck whatâs yoursâ she looked back at him as she spoke, cunt drenched at this point. Erenâs dark eyes looked down on her, strands of his hair sticking to his faceâ lips slightly parted. A smile slowly spread across them before he pressed his tip against her hole. Y/n sighed out in relief, hips going to push back against himâ her eyes closing before opening at the feeling of him pulling away. âWhat did I do now?â
Eren chuckled, shaking his head, âjust want you to look at me..â. Placing a firm grip on her shoulder, Eren slid himself all the way inâ eyes focusing on the way Y/ns face contorted. Each thrust made it harder for her to focus, a couple of spanks from Eren reminding her of her instructions. âYeah.. take that fucking dick..â he gritted, body twitching as he slowly started to lose rhythm. Suddenly, both of his hands went to her waist, thrusts becoming rabid as he pulled her back into each one. His rhythm was now completely gone, sloppy thrusts coming to an end as he came deep inside of her.
They both sat in silence for a minute, panting as they struggled to get dressed. Finally, Y/n cleared her throatâ âI shouldâŚprobably tell Reiner he can go home..â. Eren stared at her for a moment before chuckling, âheâs a grown man, heâll live. Besides..â , he pulled her closer, âI donât think this was enough to call it makeup sex.. Let me show you how sorry I truly am..â
content ! pussy eating + mild dirty talk + drug use
a/n ! MDNI . thank you all so much for 400 followers! this is my gift to you all, a two parter! also have some ex hubby eren coming back⌠send it your suggestions & enjoy! đ
âThe fuck are you doing here?â
âChill..Was this invitation only?â
âWe have a strict no douche policyâ
âWell then, guess I have nothing to worry about.â
I huffed as Gojo pushed past me, walking into my kitchen like he owned the place. Body way too fucking relaxed for my comfortability. Did he even bring any liquor to the function? A joint? Shit, a deck of cards? Of course not, yet everyone screamed his name in joy as soon as he was spotted. My eyes rolled as I followed him, just to make sure he didnât slip a bottle in his pants or some shit.
âCmon Y/n⌠loosen upâ his voice boomed, smirking at me once he saw the glare painted on my face. I wanted to grip his lips in my hand and rip off that smug look. âI know youâre used to being loose but.. iâm good the way I amâ I shot back, a bitter, buttery smile coming onto my face. This was the first party of my college spring break and I held the honor of planning it. I had to be sure that everything was perfect. So far, everyone was drunk or cross faded but me. Sighing out, I decided to simply ignore the frosted haired freak pouring a round of shots for everyone out of a bottle he simply did not own.
Call me a tight ass but, Gojo deserves not a lick of sympathy from me. Not only did he make my life a living hell with the constant flirting in high schoolâ he also didnât stop once we entered college. I feel like he has some sort of weird fetish when it comes to being cussed out by me, not to shame anyone of course. I would be chill with it if I was getting paid.. or if he wasnât so annoying. Taking two shots back to back, my face twisted into a grimace before refocusing once again, eyes deciding to land on Gojo. Fuck. He was coming over.
Quickly, I took a swig out of the bottle, fuck the cup. I couldnât bear looking at his smug face without a little assistance.
âY/n.. my bad for just waltzing into your house. Your roommate invited me..â she invited this douche? I'm turning off the wifi tomorrow. Y/n tuned back in at a comment that piqued their interest. âCan I roll you a joint?â. Ah, so you did decide to bring something instead of being a freeloader they thought to themself.
âSure. I would never say no to free drugsâ
Now, since when did free drugs equal making out with your sworn enemy? Was it because of that last shot of Casamigos? Tequila goes straight to my fat mama, I knew that. What I didnât know is that I would find myself in my bedroom with the Gojo Satoru, shirt thrown on my floor and a sock hanging off my door handle. Gojoâs hands ran from my shoulders to my chest, groping my boobs through my lace bra. My hands were fumbling through his hair, my legs moving backwards to walk us to my bed.
I swear they had a mind of their own.
âThis is the real Y/n, huh? This is what youâve been hiding from me?â Gojo chuckled, ignoring the way Y/n mumbled for him to shut up. Their hands fought to get the other undressed first, Y/n now only in their panties. Gojo gently pushed them onto the bed, hands massaging her hips as his lips ran across their neck. His tongue swirled, lips latching onto the tender spots she had told not a single soul about. âYou gonna eat this pussy or whatâ Y/n asked bluntly, earning a snort from Gojo.
âWhat happened to please?â he chuckled, mouth slowly running down to close around her puffy nipples. His hands made themselves busy, pulling down Y/nâs panties before palming her cunt. A finger slid between their folds before slipping inside of them. A second joined the first immediately, pumping and curling deeper into her heaven as his eyes looked down on the way her face reacted to those tender areas being stimulated. Gojoâs thumb pressed against their clit, rotating as his fingers increased in speed.
âSo thatâs what you like, huh? Like when I stretch that cunt? I can feel you tightening around me.. gonna cum already?â
Y/n scoffed, trying to sound annoyed through her breathy moans. âOf c-course not.. donât⌠donât flatter yourself.â As catty as she was being, they didnât want for him to stop. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue swirling around their clit, flicking against it before pressing down flatlyâ head shaking from left to right. His fingers never stopped, his free hand holding Y/n down against the bed as her body trembled and squirmed. Fuck. Gojo was annoying but he sure knew how to eat pussy. His face came up for a brief moment, chin and eyes glistening for different reasons.
âYou on the pill?â
*Record scratch*
What the fuck was I doing here? No seriously like.. I have GOT to be drunk off my ass. Did this fucking guy think we were about to be passionately fucking? I was just trying to give fat mama her time to shine! She deserved a little nibble.
âUhh.. yes but..â shit. Why did Y/n feel so awkward? The high was coming down and although she could hear her cunt basically squeaking out his name between the now annoying throbsâ maybe this wasnât a good idea. Gojo liked to talk and Y/n didnât want to be yet another one of his topics. âYou should head back downstairs..â. Gojo immediately brought his body up completely, expression looking as if he was trying to figure out how to respond like his ego wasnât just hit with an uppercut.
âAh.. got it.â he smiled, standing as his cock stood with him. Looking down, his face tinted pink, hands going to cover himself. âNice sheets.â he shot, chuckling as he walked out leaving Y/n alone, naked and horny. Looking down at her pompompurin themed bedspread they sighed, plopping backwards in hopes of falling through the mattress.
I didnât know which one was worse, my hangover or my anxiety. Fuck it, both of those bitches were tied. I had successfully managed to make my way around campus without running into.. you know who. Now, all I had to do was go home and wait until my skull wasnât being cracked open by my poor decisions.
Gojo was waiting at my car. How did he still look good after last night? I wanted to punch him in his annoying, smug face. âCan we talk?â he asked, throwing me off guard. Why so serious? I looked around before giving my attention back to him, âfine but⌠letâs go to my house. I donât want to be seen out here with you.â
content ! pussy eating + mild dirty talk + drug use
a/n ! MDNI . thank you all so much for 400 followers! this is my gift to you all, a two parter! also have some ex hubby eren coming back⌠send it your suggestions & enjoy! đ
âThe fuck are you doing here?â
âChill..Was this invitation only?â
âWe have a strict no douche policyâ
âWell then, guess I have nothing to worry about.â
I huffed as Gojo pushed past me, walking into my kitchen like he owned the place. Body way too fucking relaxed for my comfortability. Did he even bring any liquor to the function? A joint? Shit, a deck of cards? Of course not, yet everyone screamed his name in joy as soon as he was spotted. My eyes rolled as I followed him, just to make sure he didnât slip a bottle in his pants or some shit.
âCmon Y/n⌠loosen upâ his voice boomed, smirking at me once he saw the glare painted on my face. I wanted to grip his lips in my hand and rip off that smug look. âI know youâre used to being loose but.. iâm good the way I amâ I shot back, a bitter, buttery smile coming onto my face. This was the first party of my college spring break and I held the honor of planning it. I had to be sure that everything was perfect. So far, everyone was drunk or cross faded but me. Sighing out, I decided to simply ignore the frosted haired freak pouring a round of shots for everyone out of a bottle he simply did not own.
Call me a tight ass but, Gojo deserves not a lick of sympathy from me. Not only did he make my life a living hell with the constant flirting in high schoolâ he also didnât stop once we entered college. I feel like he has some sort of weird fetish when it comes to being cussed out by me, not to shame anyone of course. I would be chill with it if I was getting paid.. or if he wasnât so annoying. Taking two shots back to back, my face twisted into a grimace before refocusing once again, eyes deciding to land on Gojo. Fuck. He was coming over.
Quickly, I took a swig out of the bottle, fuck the cup. I couldnât bear looking at his smug face without a little assistance.
âY/n.. my bad for just waltzing into your house. Your roommate invited me..â she invited this douche? I'm turning off the wifi tomorrow. Y/n tuned back in at a comment that piqued their interest. âCan I roll you a joint?â. Ah, so you did decide to bring something instead of being a freeloader they thought to themself.
âSure. I would never say no to free drugsâ
Now, since when did free drugs equal making out with your sworn enemy? Was it because of that last shot of Casamigos? Tequila goes straight to my fat mama, I knew that. What I didnât know is that I would find myself in my bedroom with the Gojo Satoru, shirt thrown on my floor and a sock hanging off my door handle. Gojoâs hands ran from my shoulders to my chest, groping my boobs through my lace bra. My hands were fumbling through his hair, my legs moving backwards to walk us to my bed.
I swear they had a mind of their own.
âThis is the real Y/n, huh? This is what youâve been hiding from me?â Gojo chuckled, ignoring the way Y/n mumbled for him to shut up. Their hands fought to get the other undressed first, Y/n now only in their panties. Gojo gently pushed them onto the bed, hands massaging her hips as his lips ran across their neck. His tongue swirled, lips latching onto the tender spots she had told not a single soul about. âYou gonna eat this pussy or whatâ Y/n asked bluntly, earning a snort from Gojo.
âWhat happened to please?â he chuckled, mouth slowly running down to close around her puffy nipples. His hands made themselves busy, pulling down Y/nâs panties before palming her cunt. A finger slid between their folds before slipping inside of them. A second joined the first immediately, pumping and curling deeper into her heaven as his eyes looked down on the way her face reacted to those tender areas being stimulated. Gojoâs thumb pressed against their clit, rotating as his fingers increased in speed.
âSo thatâs what you like, huh? Like when I stretch that cunt? I can feel you tightening around me.. gonna cum already?â
Y/n scoffed, trying to sound annoyed through her breathy moans. âOf c-course not.. donât⌠donât flatter yourself.â As catty as she was being, they didnât want for him to stop. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue swirling around their clit, flicking against it before pressing down flatlyâ head shaking from left to right. His fingers never stopped, his free hand holding Y/n down against the bed as her body trembled and squirmed. Fuck. Gojo was annoying but he sure knew how to eat pussy. His face came up for a brief moment, chin and eyes glistening for different reasons.
âYou on the pill?â
*Record scratch*
What the fuck was I doing here? No seriously like.. I have GOT to be drunk off my ass. Did this fucking guy think we were about to be passionately fucking? I was just trying to give fat mama her time to shine! She deserved a little nibble.
âUhh.. yes but..â shit. Why did Y/n feel so awkward? The high was coming down and although she could hear her cunt basically squeaking out his name between the now annoying throbsâ maybe this wasnât a good idea. Gojo liked to talk and Y/n didnât want to be yet another one of his topics. âYou should head back downstairs..â. Gojo immediately brought his body up completely, expression looking as if he was trying to figure out how to respond like his ego wasnât just hit with an uppercut.
âAh.. got it.â he smiled, standing as his cock stood with him. Looking down, his face tinted pink, hands going to cover himself. âNice sheets.â he shot, chuckling as he walked out leaving Y/n alone, naked and horny. Looking down at her pompompurin themed bedspread they sighed, plopping backwards in hopes of falling through the mattress.
I didnât know which one was worse, my hangover or my anxiety. Fuck it, both of those bitches were tied. I had successfully managed to make my way around campus without running into.. you know who. Now, all I had to do was go home and wait until my skull wasnât being cracked open by my poor decisions.
Gojo was waiting at my car. How did he still look good after last night? I wanted to punch him in his annoying, smug face. âCan we talk?â he asked, throwing me off guard. Why so serious? I looked around before giving my attention back to him, âfine but⌠letâs go to my house. I donât want to be seen out here with you.â
⪠summary: nanami is a patient man. he respects when youâre busy.. he always makes sure you cum first. you just wanted to finally return the favor.
⪠warnings: public play, lewd actions, dirty talk (itâs softcore i do not have many warnings to add lmfao)
⪠notes: uh just enjoy, you know? rbs and likes are heavily appreciated ŕ°. oh ya, nanami bby has a private office in this xoxo. ps⌠i got a little carried away.
who doesnât love a good thigh fuck?
y/n was aware that their thighs were nanamiâs weakness. no matter where they were. in a meeting, at lunch, in the carâ he was sure to keep at least one hand on their thigh, gripping and massaging mindlessly. this said a lot seeing as nanami was not crazy about pda. in all honesty, this explained why he tried to complete the action without anyone batting an eyeâ his partner being the only one who looked slightly suspicious.
they had decided to meet together in his office during lunch seeing as their time together had been cut short week after weekâ y/n understanding his work was something that couldnât be pushed aside. nanami tried to make up for it in any way that he could and these little dates were one of the many. walking into his office, they placed down a large paper bag, the aroma of itâs contents filling the cramped space. the look in his eyes when he peered up at them showed he had recognized the familiar smell, hands placing down his pen as he immediately went to open the bag.
âhowâd you know I was craving this?â he murmured, placing y/nâs food out before grabbing his own. shrugging, they sat in front of him with a giggle, âguess i just know my man.â. the two ate in a comfortable silence, only speaking every now and again to gossip about the annoying fucks that buried him in all of this work. nanami looked down at his watch as he breathed out a sigh of relief, âstill have 15 minutes left..â. watching as y/n placed the trash in the bag, his eyes couldnât help but wander as they stood up to dispose of it. they looked good from head to toe but.. he couldnât help but lock his gaze on their lovely thighs.
âcome here.â nanami demanded huskily.
y/n froze in their tracks, eyebrow raising at his tone. they knew this tone. this was the tone he used before making them bed ridden for the entire weekend type shit. walking over, they straddled his lap with a humâ immediately falling into a heated makeout session. nanamiâs hands roamed and rubbed as he immediately got to work unbuttoning their shorts. he couldnât help but chuckle at the way y/n hurried to shimmy out of them, going for their underwear next.
âneedy thing..â he murmured against their lips, pulling both pieces of clothing to their knees before going to unbuckle his own slacks. finally, he allowed for his cock to spring out, stroking it until it fully stood uprightâ pink tip leaking as his slightly throbbed. y/n immediately started to get into the position they always took whilst giving head, shocked when nanami stopped themâ positioning them how he saw fit. back against his chest and legs spread with his dick peeking in between them.
âclose them.. let me feel you..â
y/n did as they were instructed, a shaky sigh leaving nanamiâs lips immediately. his strong hands went to rest at their hips as he lifted them up just enough to allow his hips to hump upwards into a snug fitâ cock slipping between their thighs with ease. they whimpered softly at the way his dick rubbed the throbbing area right between their legs each time he bucked his hips, the slight friction making them more and more sensitive with each passing second.
bringing a hand up from their hip, he ran his fingers underneath their shirt before finally allowing for them to pinch around their nipples. he made sure to pull and flick , lips going to the soft spot that graced y/nâs neck as he growled into their skin, the speed of his hips increasing. y/n reveled in the way his precum wet up their thighs. the way he whispered sweet nothings , working hard to get them both to their release. âdaddyâs personal fleshlight, yeah? make me so proud.. letting me use you like this..â. y/n found themselves grinding forward against his cock, this action kicking nanami into overdrive.
standing, he bent them over his desk, cock twitching as his body hovered over their own, a hand coming around their waist to fondle themâ brain solely focused on making sure y/n reached their high point. he loved the way they whined, body quivering under his touch as he reminded them of why he was the only man they would ever need. as soon as nanami heard the words âiâm gonna..â leave y/nâs mouth, he finally allowed for his dick to slip into themâ fucking them through their orgasm before allowing his own to finally occur. his hips stuttered only slightly as he emptied his load deep inside of them, still throbbing simply from the way they tightened around him, body almost refusing to let him go.
after taking the time to clean y/n up, he sent them off with a kiss and a trail of love bites complimenting their skin. he was sure to walk them down to their car, leaning in one last time to plant a kiss on their lips and mumble,
âbe sure to stay up, sweet thing.. mâ nowhere near done with you.â
Reblog to tell zionists to fuck off your blog. If you say you aren't a zionist but still get offended then uhhh sorry hun but this is exactly for you <3
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it starts with some after work casual foreplay. two of his fingers are pumping into your cunt, his free hand pinching and pulling your sensitive nipples. his eyes are deadly focused on the plump sweetness between your legs heâs knuckle deep in. he takes a deep breath in and sees how far he can go, four of his digits slowly making their way deeper into you. his brows are furrowed in concentration, cock twitching in his form fitting slacksâ begging to be released. âyou open up so well for me..â his gruff voice whispers, causing goosebumps to run along your skin.
âno papa i want your homie, got a friend for youâ
J E A N KIRSTEIN.
shawty knew how to use his tongue well. both hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks as he pulled your cunt closer to his face. his lips were parted as his tongue worked to spread your ownâ swirling and slurping the juice that trapped itself between your folds. he couldnât decide between focusing on suckling your clit or tongue fucking your hole. you couldnât remember the last time he came up for air i mean, fuck. your previous orgasms covered his chin, his glazed eyes staring up at you past your thighs and through the strands of hair that stuck against his face. his hands move up to grip your thighs, the squeeze he gave basically speaking for him. âcum for meâ, you didnât even need to hear it. you knew that when you gave him what he wanted, he would be sure to make use of the thing currently poking out of his boxers.
but sigh,
E R E N JAEGER.
he wasnât the man you called to make love to you. one hand held a portion of your hair in a tight ponytail, locks wrapped in his fist as his knuckles turned red from the grip. his free hand had a firm hold on your hip, pulling you back into his rhythmic thrusts. each time you tried to bury your head into the pillow to mask your moans, eren yanked you back upâ deepening the arch in your back. how dare you disrespect him? he wants nothing more than to hear you vocalize how much of a slut you are for him. he demands that you scream out how you are nothing but a walking fleshlight. his sweat hits your lower back as he leans over your shivering body, cock pulsing inside of your plump pussy. he still makes it a point to fully smack into you even though his thrusts are becoming more sloppy. moving his hands to your throat he moves his lips to your ear, âdonât waste one fucking drop or youâll be sucking my sheets clean.â
âno papa i want your homie, got a friend for youâ
J E A N KIRSTEIN.
shawty knew how to use his tongue well. both hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks as he pulled your cunt closer to his face. his lips were parted as his tongue worked to spread your ownâ swirling and slurping the juice that trapped itself between your folds. he couldnât decide between focusing on suckling your clit or tongue fucking your hole. you couldnât remember the last time he came up for air i mean, fuck. your previous orgasms covered his chin, his glazed eyes staring up at you past your thighs and through the strands of hair that stuck against his face. his hands move up to grip your thighs, the squeeze he gave basically speaking for him. âcum for meâ, you didnât even need to hear it. you knew that when you gave him what he wanted, he would be sure to make use of the thing currently poking out of his boxers.
but sigh,
E R E N JAEGER.
he wasnât the man you called to make love to you. one hand held a portion of your hair in a tight ponytail, locks wrapped in his fist as his knuckles turned red from the grip. his free hand had a firm hold on your hip, pulling you back into his rhythmic thrusts. each time you tried to bury your head into the pillow to mask your moans, eren yanked you back upâ deepening the arch in your back. how dare you disrespect him? he wants nothing more than to hear you vocalize how much of a slut you are for him. he demands that you scream out how you are nothing but a walking fleshlight. his sweat hits your lower back as he leans over your shivering body, cock pulsing inside of your plump pussy. he still makes it a point to fully smack into you even though his thrusts are becoming more sloppy. moving his hands to your throat he moves his lips to your ear, âdonât waste one fucking drop or youâll be sucking my sheets clean.â
WARNING: drug use will most likely be involved (weed, psychedelics,coke , etc) . kinks such as somnophilia , cnc , knife play and taboo topics like yandere will be written. all fics, hcs and drabbles will include trigger warnings. please take these warnings seriously.
will not write: incest , stepcest , noncon , ageplay , ddlg , raceplay , scat , vore or abuse
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âno papa i want your homie, got a friend for youâ
J E A N KIRSTEIN.
shawty knew how to use his tongue well. both hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks as he pulled your cunt closer to his face. his lips were parted as his tongue worked to spread your ownâ swirling and slurping the juice that trapped itself between your folds. he couldnât decide between focusing on suckling your clit or tongue fucking your hole. you couldnât remember the last time he came up for air i mean, fuck. your previous orgasms covered his chin, his glazed eyes staring up at you past your thighs and through the strands of hair that stuck against his face. his hands move up to grip your thighs, the squeeze he gave basically speaking for him. âcum for meâ, you didnât even need to hear it. you knew that when you gave him what he wanted, he would be sure to make use of the thing currently poking out of his boxers.
but sigh,
E R E N JAEGER.
he wasnât the man you called to make love to you. one hand held a portion of your hair in a tight ponytail, locks wrapped in his fist as his knuckles turned red from the grip. his free hand had a firm hold on your hip, pulling you back into his rhythmic thrusts. each time you tried to bury your head into the pillow to mask your moans, eren yanked you back upâ deepening the arch in your back. how dare you disrespect him? he wants nothing more than to hear you vocalize how much of a slut you are for him. he demands that you scream out how you are nothing but a walking fleshlight. his sweat hits your lower back as he leans over your shivering body, cock pulsing inside of your plump pussy. he still makes it a point to fully smack into you even though his thrusts are becoming more sloppy. moving his hands to your throat he moves his lips to your ear, âdonât waste one fucking drop or youâll be sucking my sheets clean.â
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