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crazy-obsessed-and-perfect · 3 years ago

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ADDICTED | E. JAEGER

★ college au, nerdy!eren & bimbo!fem!reader, eren with glasses, handjobs, oral (m. receiving), very light biting, premature cumming, riding, eren sucks at pulling out, cream pie, squirting, overstim, size kink, you talk a lot & eren’s in love w/ you, brief cockwarming.

★ nerd eren is hot and i’m spreading this agenda fic by fic

Everyone had always wondered how the two of you ended up together.

Not in a fit of jealousy, or spite — just a simple case of pure confusion. And in the eyes of onlookers, you and your boyfriend couldn’t be more contradictory than imagined.

Eren Jaeger was someone who used his brain. He was drowning in praise from various professors that seemed to admire the immense amount of dedication he possessed in regards to his academic success — he was practical, and surprisingly enough, couldn’t figure out for the life of him that the classmate he was tutoring thought he was cute. You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite of him; glued to your phone and your head filled with air most of the time — with the exception of your thoughts about the insanely pretty tutor you saw twice a week in the library.

Despite all that, the two of you were certainly a sight to see; full of pride and joy, you hung onto his toned arm when given the chance, the echoing clacks of your heels against the flooring drawing attention that made the tips of Eren’s ears shift to red. But you ignored them all, too focused on telling him about the details of your carefully picked outfit for the day and how much of a pain it was to find them all in your overloaded closet to come close to caring.

But, on some rare occasions, he just didn’t know what to do with you.

You sit comfortably at his desk, nestled into his side as you watched him steadily flip through the pages of his textbook and type messily strung notes on his computer. And although you promised as best as you could to not be a hindrance to his studying, he can almost feel your empty gaze burning holes into his temple; but could he truly blame you?

In your eyes, Eren is a masterpiece – a hidden gem that people seemed to overlook when it came down to it, but you couldn't be more obsessed with him; from the way his hair is packed up into the pink hair tie you gave him, the glasses resting on his nose bridge, even down to how the stretched collar of his shirt hangs loose enough on his collarbones to give leeway for the thin chain with a key and your initial around his neck — it’s too difficult to stay away.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He speaks firmly, stirring in his seat before giving you a cautious glance, his sudden motion causing you to plant a hand on his thigh in order to steady yourself.

Furrowing your brows, you give him a look of honest ignorance, “like what, ‘ren?”

Yeah, Eren truly didn't know what to do with you.

He keeps silent, forcing the pooling saliva down in a quick swallow at the feeling of your fingers dangerously treading his body, leaving you to frown at his nonchalant mannerisms.

“You know I’m busy,” he sighs, fiddling with his shirt just before swiftly tugging it over his crotch, “just give me a bit more time to finish up my assignment.”

“It’s not a lot of work…” you mumble, gingerly walking your index and middle finger across the surface of his broad shoulder, “can’t you just give me a little bit of your time and do it afterwards when I’m not here?”

Eren knows good and well that your words are nothing more than a shell of empty promises considering the way that you always manage to attach yourself to his hip, but he finds it even harder to bring himself to say no as he watches you gaze up at him through your lashes, all while you loop a manicured finger around the stray hairs laying flat on his tanned nape.

"Please?" You add innocuously, feathering your fingers down his torso and underneath his shirt, stirring a finger on his growing bulge.

He takes a sharp inhale of air through clenched teeth, somewhat jolting in his seat and placing a warm hand over your own, "Fuck...shouldn't do that, baby."

And as much as you love Eren the way he is, you still can't seem to properly wrap your head around the lecherous look of undeniable desperation that makes its way onto his face when you get like this; you would say it's enough to satisfy the itch in your brain and make you light headed.

"Why not?" he watches your lips move through anticipating eyes, feeling the way your fingers fumble with the dainty zipper of his pants before tugging the metal down, "I wanna make you feel good– can't I?"

He really has to study, but when you put it like that...all while giving him a stupidly virtuous face and tugging down the band of his underwear just enough to let his achey cock breathe. And although you don’t know much, you’re well aware of what Eren needs — you grin to yourself at the feeling of him instinctively bucking his hips in the hand lightly wrapped around his length.

He can only press his tongue to the roof of his mouth, swallowing any groans that threaten to leave as you steadily pump him, circling your thumb around his tip just before applying a bit of pressure every now and then. But you show no restraint, watching with dazed eyes how pre glosses over the head of his cock — tongue swiping over your lower lip.

Breathy whimpers fill the room as Eren looks down in anticipation, brows knitting together when you trace a finger up the prominent vein on his dick. You try to suppress your giggles when his glasses start to slide down his nose, but ultimately fail when shoves them back up his face — accompanying his ministrations with a low ‘holy shit’.

“You’re so cute ‘ren,” you mutter into the crook of his neck, tickling the skin with the tip of your nose before grazing it over with teeth.

There’s something about Eren that makes you dizzy — in a good way of course. Perhaps it’s his reactions to the smallest things, or how his breath hitches when you beg him to fuck you — or maybe it’s a combination of it all.

Your eyes flit over to his precum stained cock in your hands and back to his hazy own — and he can almost read your mind, eyes blowing slightly wide as he frantically shakes his head no.

“S-stop thinking about it, can’t take any—” he’s shortly cut off by a throaty groan as you sultrily wrap your lips around his tip. “Fuck!” he swallows roughly, head flying back in frustration when you try to take him fully in your mouth, hands jerking off what simply can’t fit.

And believe it or not, Eren hates when you do this — simply because of the fact that he can’t last at all. He gets too twitchy and jolty when the warmth of your mouth envelopes his cock, mimicking the plush walls of your cunt mockingly well. But even so, he still finds himself messily grinding up into your mouth and making you gag around his base, sending vibrations from your muffled noise straight to his dick.

Poor Eren has no control over himself, absentmindedly chasing his high through your throat. A slew of curses fall from his lip accompanied by a load moan as his abs flex, stilling his hips mid thrust and spilling his cum into your mouth.

“Ah- I’m sorry…”

“‘S okay! Don’t mind it,” you’re quick to reassure him after you swallow, placing your hand around his neck before messily meeting his lips.

The feeling is vivid, how you swirl your tongue around his mouth, letting him get a taste of the mix of your saliva and his cum before nibbling on his bottom lip, your hands running under his shirt and maneuvering it off of him just before stumbling onto his lap.

It’s so dangerously easy to get Eren worked up; he downs his spit when you lift up the edges of your oversized shirt yourself, grinding and dragging your clothed cunt against his bare cock, the friction from the damp cotton eliciting a moan from you both. He’s quick to place a calloused hand on your lower back, trying to take control of your hips and slow you down. But nevertheless, his attempts are proven to be futile when you shake your head and writhe in his grasp, hastily reaching down to pull your panties to the side.

“Can’t you fuck me now?” You plead, heavy eyes full of adoration as you run a hand through his wilted tufts of brown hair. It’s difficult to not drag your sensitive clit across his growing erection, “I heard that it makes studying even easier…”

It’s most definitely not true, but who is Eren to spoil your fun?

Especially with how you whine when he grabs ahold of his cum stained cock and gradually slips it into your tight hole, digging crescents shaped like your nails into his shoulders. It’s a burning stretch from the head alone. Eren is unimaginably big — it even took you by surprise upon first seeing it; but you’re just so addicted the feeling of him clumsily bullying his way into your pussy.

“You’re sososo big, ‘Ren,” you babble, eyes blowing shut as you feverishly bounce in his lap, fists balling against his toned chest, “love it when you fill me up!”

“S-shut—fuck—up…”

Eren can’t help but sigh, a pigmented blush growing on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as you go on about his size — you never truly do stop talking. He leans further back into his chair, a slightly mesmerized look on his face as he watched where your bodies connect, sticky juices slicking his cock as you slide up and down.

It’s so lecherous and absurd, how a moment ago he was simply trying to study — yet now, his clingy girlfriend is simply riding his stress away, lewd sounds filling the room as you moan into his chest. When he looks past you, he can see a fucked out reflection of himself staring back at him through the down darkened laptop screen; when he looks lower, he’s met with the view of your ass in his hands, can even see the tattoo that’s partially hidden by the pink thong — god, you’re so fucking hot.

“Inside, Eren — inside!” You’re already mouthing off, knowing from the feeling of his thighs tensing up that he’s only moments away from cumming. You tighten the grip in your thighs, securing your place on his lap, “Don’t want it anywhere else!”

He thinks you’re crazy, brutally clamping down on his dick as your hand flies down between your legs to messily rub your clit, “shouldn’t cum inside…” Eren argues, despite his body contradicting his slurred words as he thrusts up into your cunt.

You cum without a warning, a loud whine leaving your dried out throat as you spasm and gush in his hold, walls fluttering uncontrollably while you grind yourself through your high. It’s always so messy with you, fucking up his chair and brand new pants too.

But in all honestly, it’s the least important matter on Eren’s mind as he pathetically humps your body, overstimulated by the way that you milk his cock, practically begging to get filled up. Hands full of your ass, he grinds you down even more onto him, keeping you in position as he fucks his load into you, strings of cum painting your walls white.

With heavy and shortened breaths, you slump into his chest. Wordlessly, Eren still keeps you on his cock, satisfied with the feeling of his cum slowly seeping out of your holes and staining his pants even further.

Nursing a dopey smile on your face, you look up at your boyfriend, “still gonna do some work now?”

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crazy-obsessed-and-perfect · 3 years ago

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🧸 :: that’s my good girl.

synopsis. izuku thinks you’re such a good girl.

contains. sub!reader. daddy kink. cum play. he’s aged up obviously.

disclaimer. minors do not interact. adult audience intended.

note. this is incoherent babbling about this man tbh im sorry for how horrid this reads 😞

izuku thinks you’re prettiest when you can’t think anymore.

when his cock’s got you so worked up all you can do is whine and mewl and claw at him for more. “more, izu,” in that cute voice, your hands pulling and tugging at whatever you can land on. his hair, his skin, he especially loves when your nails sink and drag against his back and he’s left with thin welts that sting in the shower. he loves your handiwork, when you mark at him without thinking, leaving memory of your time together for him to reminisce whenever the skin tugs or pulls too taut.

“more?” he barely swallows back a giggle, placing a sloppy kiss on your open, quivering mouth. “think you can take more, doll?”

doll. you clench up around him every time and he loves it. “uh huh!” you nod. “can take it, please, need it.”

“you need it?” his weight shifts to one hand and the other snakes down to tweak your little clit. he watches, drool falling down the sides of your mouth, eyes fading and foggy and far away from reality. he loves it, wet spongy cunt squelching loud with each plunge into you, gooey and dripping along with the creak of the bed. the headboard slams against the wall and he’d nearly feel bad about the poor neighbors if he wasn’t enjoying the sight of your pleasure so much. his mouth waters and he’s swallowing, juniper eyes watching your expressions intently.

“need to cum huh, baby?” you nod again, cunt suckling around his fat cock head. “need to cream all over my cock?”

“yeah, yeah!” you raise your knees and open your legs wider, ankles on his back pulling him in deeper. “need t’ cum, wanna feel…g’na..”

your eyebrows furrow and your lips fall open. izuku looks down and— shit. holy shit.

“s’ fuckin’ messy doll.” he huffs. your slick covers over his lower stomach, smeared over your thighs, your clit, the fat of your mound.

“such a pretty, messy pussy.” your lips spread and split around his cock and he’s obsessed with the view, licking his lips and driving his cock in deep until the base disappears and he feels himself hit up against your g spot. “gonna cum so fuckin’ deep in this, fuck.”

you milk him. he says the word cum and you clamp down around him so hard he has to grit his teeth and grunt when he’s pulling his hips back. trembling hands clawing up his arms crying out “daddy, daddy please”, greedy hips rolling up to meet his every thrust. you have every intention to milk him for all he’s worth, little clit twitching underneath his touch and he lets you. lets you drain his fat balls as you squirm and squirt over him, sinking into the ruined sheets with a garbled, muttered version of his name on your lips.

“that’s my girl.” he pants with a breathy laugh, watching your eyes gloss over as your body shakes underneath him. “that’s my pretty girl. cumming all over me, there you go. take what you need from me, doll.”

“thank you,” you pant through a groan. “thank you, thank you, thank you!” tears fall down the sides of your face and he’s quick to lick and kiss them away, kissing down the side of your face, your neck, grinding deep into you all the way. he’s slow to pull out afterwards, feeling of your hot cunt far too welcoming that he hissed when he pulls free and sees his cum come flooding out of you. his actions are quick, cock bobbing as he shuffles back, throwing quivering legs over his shoulders. his head dips down to your stretched hole and his lips pucker to kiss your clit and pussy soft and sweet, tongue dipping into your hole to lick up your cum and bring it up to your pretty mouth.

“good girl.” he whispers, eyes filled with lovelight when you swallow without complaint, tongue licking and lolling out afterwards. “that’s my good girl.”

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crazy-obsessed-and-perfect · 3 years ago

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today I will be presenting to you two concepts:

1. dad!bakugou calling his wife a MILF idk I think that's funny

2. drunk!reader who's so needy and horny and won't stop talking about how bakugou's dick is the best like THE BEST and practically begging him to fuck her so he does

he'll pound into her all "best dick huh? best you've ever had?" while she's screaming out "yes yes wanna make you feel good, does it feel good" and god how could he resist he knows you won't remember this tomorrow so as he's continuing his insane pace he leans down and grunts in your ear about how your the best pussy he's ever fucked (even though you're his first and only) and he's all "I guess best pussy gets the best dick huh?"

thank you for listening.

though i realize in retrospect it's a little different than what you discuss here... i literally loved both of these ideas so much that i just had to forgo discussing them altogether and instead simply combine them... so i really hope it ended up working out!

also: i havent written anything (much less smut) like this in AGES, so if its terrible, please just... deal with it lol (no im jk if it's bad im really sorry and i no longer exist).

either way, your brain is MAD JUICY... enjoy!

(warnings: breeding, kids, alcohol mention???)

The dick is sloppy— drunk and hazy, Bakugo knows it is… combined with the way you couldn’t keep from jumping on him after you left the restaurant, I mean, how could he not?

Steamed up car, your head tilted at an angle so as not to bash the low roof, naked thighs spread over his lap squeezing so tight he can hardly go in any direction except up… it’s really no wonder how anything is even getting said in between.

“K-Katsuki,“ you slur, grinding your hips against the rapid slamming of his, arms wrapped tight around his neck, “Katsuki, Katsuki, ‘suki—shit.”

He groans in response, fingers digging further into the pliant flesh of your asscheeks, lips brushing yours as he growls against you. “Tell me, baby, fuck, tell me.”

“You,” you stutter back, the sound of wet slaps in your ear and pleasure clouding your vision... due to the alcohol running through your veins or the white hot heat coiling in your pussy, you can’t really tell. “You, you’re the best, Kats, love you, love you so much.”

Bakugo keens forward at the words, heavy with breath as he clenches his teeth together and continues to nose himself further against your face. Drool spilling from the corner of his mouth, he drags your hips against his own roughly, fat cock nudging your G spot with every stroke as if to say thanks.

“The best?” he repeats, nearly snarling, hands running up and down your bouncing spine, “Best you’ve ever fuckin’ had?”

With closing eyes, you nod, Bakugo deliberately speeding up his thrusts as you lean down to meet his lips for a wet and uneven kiss that ends up being more of a moan straight into his mouth.

Sliding one hand over the plush dip of you waist, his thumb meets your clit, the calloused skin swirling circles that cause your knees to lock up and you to see stars, Bakugo having to use his other hand to keep you from slipping right off his dick.

“Baby,” you whine, your own bouncing slowing with lack of concentration, “c-c-cumming!”

You use one hand to pull roughly on the hair of Bakugo’s nape as you throw back your head and howl, clamping down tight onto his cock as if that will get him to lay up on what you know (or at least do when you aren’t fucked-out and tipsy) will be an overlay of overstimulation.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” Bakugo responds, heaving, even though you are no longer listening. “For me, right?”

Despite the waves of pleasure that overtake you, Bakugo doesn’t budge; thumb only increasing in speed as he groans at the feel of your body convulsing and your tight heat holding him in, instead starting to do the final bit of work lifting your hips for you.

Your hands now gripped tight to the meat of his shoulders and biceps, Bakugo pulls you up suddenly, this thick shaft greeting cool air with an incredibly seamless slide.

“W-wait, Kat—“ you mumble, eyes shooting open with realization of what’s to come…

Though he doesn’t listen, as maybe it’s too late, already slamming you back down onto his soaked thighs with his own desperate moan as he shoots his load deep and hot against your cervix.

“And nine months later you were born!”

Your son looks at you with a grimace, his lip pulled up enough to expose the sharp canines in his mouth as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you as though you just grew a second head.

“After you sloppy fucked in the car?” he asks, half-disgusted, half-annoyed, staring at from across the kitchen island. “You guys are fuckin’ nasty.”

“I don’t know... we had fun,” you tease, sending a look to the grouchy blonde sorting dishes beside your boy. “Plus, we were drunk!”

He wrinkles his nose. “Bleh, taking advantage of a drunk woman? Some hero you are, pops.”

Bakugo moves to take a swipe at your son, big fist landing atop the blonde curls that stick up from his head in a tight ruffle… shaking the boy around on his feet with his Pro Hero grip.

“You should be grateful for your old man,” he chides, gruffly. “If it weren’t for that night, you wouldn’t fuckin’ exist.”

“I doubt that,” your son immediately retorts, pointing through the door at the gurgling little girl currently playing in the large, living room playpen all three of you are keeping an eye on. “You’re so full of shit.”

Bakugo bristling with the language, you roll your eyes...

“You better watch that damn mouth, kid.”

And it’s your son’s turn to roll his, muttering under his breath something about someone being “so much worse,” though you smile when Bakugo doesn’t respond and instead stalks to your side, orange slippers whapping against the hardwood floors.

Glaring at the cutting board in front of you as he approaches, he mutters, “I didn’t take advantage of you, that little fucker.”

Jutting an elbow into him playfully as you turn away from the food with a laugh, you warn, “don’t call your son a fucker.”

Though the boy only sticks out his tongue at you both, slipping out of the room just as Bakugo raises a fist to send little sparks in his direction... and in his absence, Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist and curve into your side, pressing your head sideways and leaving your bare neck exposed.

“You had fun that night, right baby?” he starts to whisper, lips pressing against your jugular, “Fuckin’ in my car?”

Before you can respond, however, one of Bakugo’s large hands now creeping over the swell of your ass... the sound of the kitchen door sliding open breaks the both of you from your trance.

Your son, now holding on tight to his matching counterpart, her own curls mussed from playtime, approaches you with a very familiar scowl on his face.

“What did I just say? Disgusting,” he says, ignoring the way Bakugo’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the remark, sidestepping him entirely to hand your daughter to you. “You’re a freak for letting him act like this, mom.”

Staring back at the big red and gooey eyes that gaze up at you, you smile knowingly at the remark despite how Bakugo himself is quick to interject.

“Son,” he enunciates, hand reaching for your side, “your mother is a fuckin’ milf.”

Gasping as if to scold him, you push gently against Bakugo with a shoulder, the man already grinning at the sight of your son turning to leave with a gag. Pride overtaking his features, he stops your butting immediately by wrapping his arms around your front and pulling both you and the baby snug in your hold against his chest.

With your son now long gone, he rests his head atop your shoulder and eyes on the cooing girl in your arms, pressing his lips against your cheek in both a whisper and a smirk.

“Best milf I ever fuckin’ had.”

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