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 he’s 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 slacks— begging to be released. “you open up so well for me..” his gruff voice whispers, causing goosebumps to run along your skin.
Nanami definitely enjoys the act of hole stretching.
Be for real.
He places his large palms against your ass, gripping and spreading your cheeks so that he can completely fill you up. Pulling you into his thrusts so you have no choice but to take all of him. He chuckles at the way you claw at his chest, shaky ‘fuck yous’ coming out in between your moans. What an asshole.
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!
“Its going to be the party of the century”
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 out– 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 “The party to start the summer”. 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. “Hello?” his voice rasped from the other end, sending a chill down her spine. “Hey Reiner, are we meeting at the boys?”. “No no.. i’ll pick you up”. Y/n smiled, “right answer.” 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 hips– ass pressing against him subtly. Y/n was 3 shots in and feeling right. Not drunk but definitely not sober. “I’m going to run to the bathroom” Reiner spoke into her ear before kissing it lightly, walking away and leaving Y/n to the wolves. “Cuff It” by Beyonce began to boom over the speakers, causing Y/n to holler, “this is my SHIT!”
“I thought that was you..”
She froze. Turning around, Y/n was met with no one other than her worst nightmare– Eren.Her hands immediately became clammy, the dance floor suddenly becoming too crowded. “Hey–” 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 Sasha’s chest. “You mother fucker” Y/n seethed, yanking him back and pulling him into the pantry before slamming the door. “Woah woah… I didn’t know you liked me that way” he slurred, a drunken smirk on his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes, pinching him– “don’t flatter yourself, Gnomeo. Why the fuck is my ex husband here?”. Connie looked at her confused, frog blinking before clocking in, “oh shit….” 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 wasn’t 20 anymore, she saw him for who he was. A handsome basket case– unable to correct his own flaws.
“Y/n.. I swear hiccup I had no clue he would be here. He told me he was too busy to come” 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. “Okay… okay my bad. You know how I get when I see him” 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. “Do. Not. Run. Please.. Can we just talk” 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. “Fine… fine. You get 10 minutes.” 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.
“So..” she stated, arms folded as she made direct eye contact. “Soooo.. How have you been?’ Eren asked sheepishly, Y/n’s response being silence. For a moment neither of them said a word, the silence being filled with the faint of Sza’s, ‘I hate you’ blasting over the speakers. “Listen… 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.” Y/n just scoffed. Eren stared at her for a moment before continuing, “You look.. Gorgeous. See you came here with Reiner’. Y/n could tell he was trying to act unbothered. “Who I'm here with is none of your business” she smirked, biting her bottom lip. Why was she nervous? She should know better but… fuck he smelt good. Looked it too.
“Y/n…” he gruffed, an arm going around her waist to pull her closer before she could protest. “Come on, you don’t even miss me a bit? Don’t 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 but–” 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/n’s dress being hiked up, her hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt. Eren’s lips traveled from her lips to her jawline– 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 fingers– rolling the bud between them. His head came up from her neck to study her face– lips slightly parted to match her own. Y/n sighed out, hips jutting upwards into his touch, “please…”. 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. “You ready for me?” he said hurriedly, eyes dark with lust and possession. As soon as Y/n nodded, he replaced his hand with his cock– pushing past her folds as a grunt fell from his lips. “Oh fuck..” he growled, pace picking up quickly before she had time to adjust. Eren’s 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.
“S-so Reiner huh?” he mumbled, head resting inside of the crook of Y/n’s neck. His thrusts were becoming deeper, balls smacking against her skin with each thrust. “Really thought pulling that shit was funny? Hm? Sorry.. I refuse to give this up” he said between clenched teeth. Before she could respond, Y/n was now flipped around and bent over– Eren’s dick slapping against her bare ass. “Want it?”. She couldnt help but roll her eyes, “yes, cmoon” she whined out. Eren chuckled before giving her a firm slap on her ass. “Youve done better than that in your sleep” 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.
“Please babe.. I miss your dick so much. You know that I feel good around you.. Please fuck what’s yours” she looked back at him as she spoke, cunt drenched at this point. Eren’s dark eyes looked down on her, strands of his hair sticking to his face— 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 him— her eyes closing before opening at the feeling of him pulling away. “What did I do now?”
Eren chuckled, shaking his head, “just want you to look at me..”. Placing a firm grip on her shoulder, Eren slid himself all the way in— 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. “Yeah.. take that fucking dick..” 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 throat— “I should…probably tell Reiner he can go home..”. Eren stared at her for a moment before chuckling, “he’s a grown man, he’ll live. Besides..” , he pulled her closer, “I don’t think this was enough to call it makeup sex.. Let me show you how sorry I truly am..”
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! 🐁
“The fuck are you doing here?”
“Chill..Was this invitation only?”
“We have a strict no douche policy”
“Well then, guess I have nothing to worry about.”
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 didn’t slip a bottle in his pants or some shit.
“Cmon Y/n… loosen up” 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. “I know you’re used to being loose but.. i’m good the way I am” 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 school— he also didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t bear looking at his smug face without a little assistance.
“Y/n.. my bad for just waltzing into your house. Your roommate invited me..” she invited this douche? I'm turning off the wifi tomorrow. Y/n tuned back in at a comment that piqued their interest. “Can I roll you a joint?”. Ah, so you did decide to bring something instead of being a freeloader they thought to themself.
“Sure. I would never say no to free drugs”
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 didn’t 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. Gojo’s 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.
“This is the real Y/n, huh? This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” 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. “You gonna eat this pussy or what” Y/n asked bluntly, earning a snort from Gojo.
“What happened to please?” he chuckled, mouth slowly running down to close around her puffy nipples. His hands made themselves busy, pulling down Y/n’s 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. Gojo’s thumb pressed against their clit, rotating as his fingers increased in speed.
“So that’s what you like, huh? Like when I stretch that cunt? I can feel you tightening around me.. gonna cum already?”
Y/n scoffed, trying to sound annoyed through her breathy moans. “Of c-course not.. don’t… don’t flatter yourself.” As catty as she was being, they didn’t want for him to stop. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue swirling around their clit, flicking against it before pressing down flatly— 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.
“You on the pill?”
*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.
“Uhh.. yes but..” 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 throbs— maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Gojo liked to talk and Y/n didn’t want to be yet another one of his topics. “You should head back downstairs..”. Gojo immediately brought his body up completely, expression looking as if he was trying to figure out how to respond like his ego wasn’t just hit with an uppercut.
“Ah.. got it.” he smiled, standing as his cock stood with him. Looking down, his face tinted pink, hands going to cover himself. “Nice sheets.” 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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. “Can we talk?” he asked, throwing me off guard. Why so serious? I looked around before giving my attention back to him, “fine but… let’s go to my house. I don’t want to be seen out here with you.”
characters who fit: osamu miya , aran ojiro , armin arlert , porco galliard , kishibe , aki hayakawa
adult audience only
notes: i wrote this at work. have fun ! also thank you for 200 followers! i have a surprise for you all <333
ugh. your ex husband coming over for dinner so that y’all can “eat as a family like old times”. the kids leave the dinner table and are put to bed in under an hour and now you’re folded up underneath him on the couch— quiet mewls being let out between the kisses he’s using to muffle you. he’s sure to fuck your pussy good in every single spot you can imagine. making sure you won’t be able to look at a single inch of the house without thinking about the way he had your legs trembling. the way his cock curved just right, meeting directly with your sweet spot
he ends up staying the night, his reason being so that “the kids can wake up to a nice surprise. you know they love it when we get along!” you realize they aren’t the only ones who will later receive a surprise when you find yourself waking up into an orgasm, eyes falling down to the man between your legs— mouth latched around your clit with a smirk.
his lips latch onto the skin that he previously bruised, cock leaking at the way your body lurches away— yet settles back into its previous position. “what’s the safe word?” is all that he mutters once you beg for him to stop, your lips pursing shut since that is a word you won’t dare to utter. it hurts so good and he knows that just as you do. so you relax and allow for him to take your breath away..
plotline: marriages aren’t promised to last forever.. so why does it seem like the marriage perks are never ending? y/n and eren hookup and deepen the connection without much care week after week but i mean shit.. you can’t break something that’s already broken. might as well get some dick!
warnings: toxic behavior , slight anal <thumb in butt> , choking , mentions of breeding, spanking, the urge to go back to your ex , degrading
notes: really just got the urge to write this and decided to roll with it! send in requests for more thoughts or simply tell me how you’re doing today. enjoy xx ps. you have a tramp stamp & back dimps in this babe
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“let me come get my clothes and i swear you won’t hear from me again”
“this bitch thinks i’m stupid..” y/n stared at the message, blinking before simply giving it a thumbs up reaction— throwing her phone on the bed.
the cycle was repetitive. eren left whatever he could from hair ties.. to socks.. down to a piece of fucking paper. as stupid as that sounds, y/n would let him in each time.. the ending result never failing to be bomb sex. this time would be different though! she was really over this man and his lame ass excuses.. though her actions did go against this mindset as she changed into the two piece set he loved when they were together. the cropped hoodie slightly showed the tattoo that sat below her breast while the matching shorts hugged her hips firmly— tramp stamp prominent.
eren showed up in about 35 minutes, hands fiddling with the car keys in his pocket as he waited at the door, teeth biting down on the inside of his cheeks as he suppressed his smirk. his eyes immediately fell down as soon as y/n opened the door, licking his lips without much thought. “sup..” he murmured, sighing out as she simply rolled her eyes and turned to walk back into the house. “just hurry up and get your shit” y/n bluntly stated, turning to face him with her arms crossed.
running his hand through his hair he sighed, approaching her as his arms went around her waist— pulling them in slightly. “you should know i don’t give a fuck about those clothes, y/n.. you know what i came here for..”
y/n could do nothing but scoff, her head turning to the side but her body staying stuck in place. “well i guess you’re leaving empty handed and unfucked.”. chuckling, eren brought his head down to her neck as he allowed for his lips to trail along the spots he had learned throughout the years— lovebites being left as he reminded y/n of whose she was. she could do nothing but bite down onto her lip, eyes fighting the urge to flutter shut before ultimately failing. bringing a hand up to the side of his face, it trailed to lace into his hair as she allowed for her body to slightly relax into his touch— words still refusing to leave her mouth.
“silent treatment?”. without warning, eren lifted her up before beginning to walk to the bedroom they had once shared. throwing her down on the bed he immediately went to grip the back of his shirt— ripping it off in one swift motion.
“let’s see how long until i have you begging.”
bitch. you could’ve at least lasted until he put the tip in.
y/n was a moaning mess as soon as he started to slurp on her clit. her ass was tooted into the air as his hands sat on their hips— thumbs pressing into the faint dimples in her back. the pillow pressed against her face could barely muffle her whines, her lack of control causing eren to let out a vibrating chuckle against her cunt. that stunt alone caused her orgasm to reach its peak, body jerking back into his mouth as he worked to slurp all of her up, a hand moving from her hip to smack her ass. eren was sure to not come up for air until he had drained her of every drop. “i missed this..” he thought, brain flooding with each memory of her from their days of constant fucking. each intimate position. every single type of moan she had and what actions made her make which ones.
eren took a moment to line himself up with her awaiting hole, one hand pumping his leaking cock as the other went up to his mouth— lips closing around his thumb to wetten it. sliding the thick digit into her ass he let out a shaky breath at the way the tight button hugged him. “ready for me sweetheart?”. sinking into her pussy he groaned, head falling back as his hand went to grip her ass harshly. “fuck.. missed this pussy so much.. can tell she missed me too..” eren growled, hips quickly picking up the pace. his head came back forward to gaze at the way her cunt hugged his dick, visibly pulling him back in each time he pulled out.
with each slam into her y/n let out a squeak, eyes crossing as her arms struggled to hold up her body. “harder eren..” she demanded, shrieking as a hard spank came down against her ass. “who?” he questioned, body crouching over so that his hand wrap behind her bare neck— fingers tightening around the sides as he pulled her up with him.
“e-eren” she smirked, mouth quickly falling open as his strokes sped up, the grip around her neck tightening as the thumb in her ass left so that the hand it accompanied could pull her back into his thrusts. bringing his lips to her ear, eren darkly chuckled.
“you should know better than to test me, slut. try again.”
y/n thought she could remain strong until she felt his strokes slowing down, cock not filling her as much as it did before. “daddy.. daddy please m’ so so sorry.. fuck your pussy harder. promise i’ll be good” she choked out, earning a satisfied hum from him. “much better. make sure you never try that shit again, fuckdoll.” suddenly, he allowed for her body to fall back into the bed, hands immediately positioning themselves back onto her hips as he pounded deep into her. “know. your. place.” he gritted, cock pressing into her between each word.
as the night continued, the strokes never faltered even though it felt like he had filled her pussy up to the brim. “breeding you up so good.. gonna trap this pussy up forever” he muttered, sweat dripping from his face down onto her breasts, hands pushing her knees up into her chest. at this point, her brain was liquid. y/n could barely let out a shaky ‘shut up’— the comment being simple amusement to him. “you think i’m gonna listen to some slut whose been fucked silly? cmon i’ll give you another attempt at that” he stared down at her, eyes dark and lips slightly parted. blinking away her blurry vision to view him, her eyes watered as she opened her mouth to try again— only to be cut off by another moan from a sharp thrust. “ tsk tsk..yeah.. that’s what i thought you said. shut up and take this dick”. eren rolled his hips forward , cock hitting her gspot just right as he approached yet another orgasm. y/n could do nothing but bury her face into the sheets beside her, tears rushing out as her cunt creamed out against his throbbing cock. the action caused eren to spurt out his seed without warning, brows furrowing as he kept up his pace until he drained himself dry. staying plugged into her, he gently turned them over to where he spooned her limp body. before y/n knew it, she had passed out.
y/n would awaken the next morning sore, covered in a shirt that smelled strongly of him. rolling over with a groan she immediately noticed he was gone— honestly not surprised at all. her expression didn’t lighten up into a smile until she checked the message awaiting her on her phone.
can i request a toxic bf eren drabble or head cannons ??
{adults audience only}
a/n: ofc you can and i’m sooo sorry for the late response! drabbles a tad bit long & idk how i feel about thiis but , i hope you enjoy xx
warnings: toxicity, eren
this was the fourth man he had scared off.
eren is definitely infamous for scaring possible fucks from y/n’s life.
y/n had finally decided to go to one of the parties on campus.. and due to her luck, that meant seeing her ex front and center. all he did the entire party was lie that he was her lover and continue to ask for his shirt back. the fuck did he think the word “gift” meant? now based on this rundown, you would think y/n learned her lesson, right? right!? well explain to me why 10 minute’s after this encounter— she’s pressed against the bathroom sink, hands trailing down his bare chest.
“oh but she’s so sick of me..” he would mumbled, tone cocky.
“you’re fucking soaking for someone who claims to hate me”. god, you hated the smirk that settled on his lips .
these red flags are filed under the “ignored” file in y/n’s brain as soon as his dick pushes its way through— cock pulsing and stretching her cunt in a way that he only knew how to. the fire that started in their belly was something only eren could cause to build. may it be the thumb that never left her clit— or the way his free hand spread apart their ass, balls slapping directly against her asshole with each thrust in.
“you gotta stop trying to leave me.. noone else could make you feel like this..”
it was aggravating how much he was right. no matter how many times she swore to being done with his shit, he would have y/n creaming around his cock and scratching along his back within the next two business days. she would end up going home with him, night spent making up from the time apart as he spoke sweet nothings into their skin— love bites purposely being given in the most public spots.
“you know that i’m in love you, right?” was a classic of his . that along with the old , “i want to be better”.
eren’s charisma really saved him like.. he was so good at making you feel like he was sincere. thats how y/n always ended up in this position.. and that one and another. good dick and lies that didn’t make her feel like shit in the moment? that’s heaven right there.
