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fractured-faye · 2 years ago

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sapiosexual.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

⤷ fem!reader, stoner!eren, jealous!eren, face fucking (69), oral (f received), cervix kissing, slapping (titties, face, ass), hair pulling, finger sucking, overstimulation, degrading, praising, spit play, reader creams, brief daddy kink, eren is feral af, aftercare for us softies.

⤷ mocha’s note; thank you to that anon who says this song reminds them of eren. i can’t stop playing it now. been on repeat for days.

⤷ taglist; @gumipawz @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @taesd-urag @emomanswhore @massivelynervousprincess @indiecursor @erentoes @erenyeagerswhore @sintiva

“yo,” is the first way eren greets you, nodding his head as he brushes past you after you open the back door, sneaking him into your home late in the afternoon, already smelling of weed with his hands stuffed into his black hoodie, the hood over his dark brown hair as he chews his gum. he remembers to take off his shoes so he wouldn’t track mud over the house, grabbing them and hiding them in the closet in case your parents came home early. he’s lightly coated with rain, the mixture of it with his cologne fanning over the area.

“hey,” you softly smile, eren taking one hand out to do your signature handshake, slapping them side by side, sliding your palms together before snapping your fingers.

“what’s good with you?” his gruff voice asks, already walking upstairs to your room.

“nothin’ much, classes been busting my ass,” you shrug, following behind him. you lock your door and find him sitting in his usual spot when the two of you hang out for a smoke sesh. comfortably leaning back in your gaming chair with his thighs spread, his brown hair falling to his shoulders.

“you’re rewatching this shit again?” eren grumbles about the series thats on your screen, nodding and smiling like an idiot, eren referring to the vampire diaries. you’re definitely on your tenth mark.

“i love it, you know this.”

“yeah,” he’s pulling out a honeybun flavored backwood along with his stash of weed, turning to your desk and doing what he usually does.

“you never let me roll,” you whine, eren turning to look you up and down, your black shorts practically swallowing your thighs and ass. his stare lingers before he breaks it away.

“your shit be fat,” he chuckles.

“fat and cute,” you roll your eyes. “it hits faster.”

“doesn’t.”

you take a seat on one of your beanbag chairs, knocking back the rest of your wine you had with dinner an hour ago and happily watching him roll, always intrigued by it. he side eyes you as he runs his tongue along the sheet, telling you to stop and finish enjoying your stupid show to which you throw your plushie at him as a result. you can tell his half buzzed by his body language, sort of sluggish and barely talkative. you switch to youtube and play a bunch of random music videos after he finishes, eren letting you hit first and laughing when you cough. you’re still learning. and you’ve only ever smoked with him like twice so far.

“clear out your throat like i told you. suck in your breath and then inhale it. hold it for ten seconds if you can, then release it.”

you follow his instructions, holding the blunt between your fingers like a cigarette and taking your puff. the elated look in your eyes makes eren happy, tapping under your chin with his hooked finger proudly. you pass it to him, and it continues until it’s nothing but a roach. you always start to feel it when you’re giggling too much. both of you relax and watch tv, eren not talking much which was kind of odd.

“found this polaroid of you at reiner’s,” eren says after a few minutes of silence. the word polaroid instantly made your heart stop, seeing the dark glare in his eyes as he pulls it from his hoodie pocket, giving it another look before showing you.

“why do you have it? jerk off to it or something?” you joke with a small laugh, only thing, he’s not laughing. his face remains straight, as if he’s mad about it. you raise your brow. “you did, didn’t you.”

“if you want the truth, I did,” he’s blunt about it, not unusual of him. it’s eren. “nutted so fuckin’ much, too.”

your cheeks grow hot, playing with the waist bead around your hip nervously. why’s he acting like this? “um, why are you telling me this?”

“why I nutted or why’d I take it?”

you roll your eyes. “both.”

“mhm, I don’t know,” he purses his lips. “saw it, thought you looked fuckin’ sexy, so I took it. the real question is—why did he have it?”

there was no point in lying. he’s your best friend, but reiner’s also your best friend—and his. he knew not to tell eren a fucking crumb of anything that went on between the two of you. eren didn’t take lightly to betrayal. you’ve known him for years, and he’s liked you for some time now. but to be honest, he’s a slut. even if you wanted to be with him you knew it wouldn’t work out because the man simply cannot keep his dick in his pants. he’s been trying to mess with you for some time now, especially after finding out that you make the majority of your bank from streaming on adult websites.

hey, can you drive me to the mall? i need some things for work.

work. you mean plastering your pussy on camera to millions of perverts. he remembers the text so vividly. the day even more memorable as he watches you buy ring lights, expensive ass camcorders and skimpy lingerie. you don’t know this, but he found one of your streams accidentally one night he was scrolling on the hub for the hell of it. you never wanted to tell him your user because you knew his obsession with you is already insane. you made sure to keep your face covered in a hot pink ski mask, but he noticed those lips of yours anywhere, plump like a bratz doll and that voice—that voice of yours he tries so hard to block out of his head.

“we did a video for my channel,” you say it so low he raises his brow and waits for you to say it clearer. you clear your throat, cottonmouth getting to you. “I asked him if he could film with me and we took pictures for the plot or whatever.”

eren spins the chair side to side with his legs, head tilted to the side as he ponders. “you fuck him?”

“I did.”

his jaw clenches instantly, iridescent eyes tinting to a darker shade as he slowly blinks one time. “it’s good you’re honest. I saw the video anyways. looked like you had a good time.”

your eyes bulge. “wait—huh? when?!”

“the butterfly on your ass was a dead giveaway,” he shrugs, completely ignoring you. “plus on the video where you deep throated your dildo, you were wearing the black babydoll I picked out.”

“oh my god, eren!” you gape at him, his bluntness overbearing sometimes. “you weren’t supposed to see that. fuck.”

“don’t worry, reiner didn’t show me, nor did he tell me,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “you really fucked him, y/n, really? my best friend? knowing how I feel about you?”

when he says it like that he makes you feel like the bad person. you swallow. “eren, nothing’s going on between us. it was just sex. didn’t mean anything. I promise it’s not going to taint the three of our relationships.”

he tongues his inner cheek. “both of you really have a lot of fucking nerve.”

and that’s when it’s your turn to get mad. “let’s not act like you ever had the ability to sit the fuck down and stop shoving your dick in anybody you walk by. you say you want me, say you have feelings for me, but then you turn around and fuck with other girls. explain that, because i’m confused.”

“oh, so we’re gonna act like all the times i’ve tried never existed?” eren’s leaning forward in his chair now, brows furrowed. “when I did try to only focus on you, it’s always a let down. you turn me down every time. you play dumb every time I touch you.”

“maybe because I didn’t want to have sex with you for that exact reason,” you fume, not expecting to get so pent up about it. “i know how you are. you think i don’t know you? i know you like the back of my fucking hand, eren. i’m sorry i was afraid to start anything with you in fear of you still fucking other women! it takes a lot to satisfy you. i’ve never seen you settle down and if you tried with me you’d probably fuck up a good thing.”

it’s silent for a while, the only sound being made was the creaking of the floor as he bounces his leg with agitation. he stares blankly at the floor.

“say something,” you ball your fists.

“come here,” eren rasps, taking his hands out his pockets and patting one of his thighs. without another thought, you’re crawling to him, sitting between his legs and glaring up at him with pouty lips, folding your arms around your midsection which plumps up your tits in your yellow tank top. eren bends down in his seat, his hair tickling your forehead he later kisses.

the soft gesture has usually been his form of i’m sorry. only this time he takes it further, softly wrapping his hand around your neck before lifting your head and locking his lips with yours. your eyes falter shut, savoring his taste, plump lips kissing him back as he grips you closer and deepens his kiss, groaning after tasting the cherry lipgloss on your lips. you weren’t expecting your body to grow this hot after a small makeout session, his lips like pillows and his masculine scent succumbing you. his pretty hair in your hand as you tuck the strands behind one of his ears and pick yourself up to kiss him harder, sloppier.

his thick tongue rushes over your own, swallowing your lips in his mouth and groping at your ass his hands snake down to play with. eren removes his mouth, pupils dilated and by now his dick is uncomfortably shielded in his jeans. he reaches down to unbutton his pants, keeping his eyes on you as you keep your hands to yourself momentarily, the sound of his zipper giving you excitement. you’ve seen his dick before, and that’s only because he had a few dick pics in his camera roll, being nosey on his phone. it was nice. but seeing it in person made your mouth water, squeezing your thighs together as he pulls his dick from his briefs, hard as fuck and leaking with so much precum. the head is a pinkish purple, shaft slightly wide with thick veins protruding on the base and sides. he’s circumcised, of course. about eight to nine inches. definitely a gut killer.

“suck my fucking dick,” he whispers gently, nearly wheezes the command, cheeks flushed already just from a few smooches. you watch him with fascination as he angles his head and spits on it himself before saying, “put your hands on it first.”

both of your hands reach for his dick, one resting above the other as you stroke after applying slight pressure, twisting both your hands as he holds your face in his hands, brows knitted. he hisses from your touch, complaining briefly that your hands are cold. you blame the temperature of your room.

“sorry.”

“s’okay, baby. open that pretty mouth f’me,” he sighs, drunkenly observing you as you widen your mouth, eren tracing them with his fingers before sinking them in, lowering his jaw from the warmth, his dick twitching in your hands.

“I like a lot of spit,” eren says, thrusting and twisting his fingers to prep your throat. your eyes water the deeper they sink, until you’re gagging on his fingers and he’s grinning when your saliva starts to pick back up, knowing weed gives you crazy cottonmouth. “sss, that’s it, there we go.”

he holds onto your jaw to ensure your mouth stays open, guiding you down to his aching dick you drool over, widening your jaw to accommodate him as he sits back and lets you work. his emerald eyes are closed, breathing through his nose as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head, stroking altogether with two hands. he spreads his thighs wider, your nose brushing onto his heaving stomach, the hood on his head slipping off since he can’t seem to stop moving.

“fuck, doing so good,” he hums, sucking on his lips as you take him to the back of your throat, eren putting his hand on your head to keep you there for a few seconds, whispering ‘yes, baby. take it all’ until you can’t anymore, lifting your head and panting over the head. he moans when you only suck on the tip, swirling your tongue around and taking his balls into your mouth next, sucking, eren making an inhumane noise before stopping you.

“ard, stop—fuck,” he pulls you off with a breathless laugh. you sit on your knees adorably before him, biting back your smile as you clean your face with your hand. you want to say something smart but you figured now wasn’t the time, his face switching quick as he stands to his full height, reaching his arms behind his back to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside, the black shirt he wears underneath hiking up to give you a peak of his toned torso.

you stand up, the silver necklaces on your neck dangling as you bend slightly to pull down your shorts, bare underneath. you turn so he can see that cute butterfly tattoo on your ass he’s liked since the first time he saw it. holding your hand when you got it, now that he remembers. this same tattoo that reiner had his hands on as he gripped your ass and fucked you hard into this same exact bed he’d given a dirty look the instant he stepped into your room. his anger doesn’t suffice, coming behind you and smacking your ass, watching it jiggle and humming when you gasp.

“lay down, hang your head off the bed.”

your eyes nearly roll back, eren reading you so well as you take your spot on the bed, laying flat on your back, not before arching it on purpose just so he can catch a cute glimpse of your pussy, already wet and waiting for him. eventually, you’d known all along you’d fuck him, and you’re glad he understands your mutual frustration. more him than you. eren notices your act but doesn’t say a word, nonchalant face down packed. you’re on your back now, hanging your head off the edge of the bed like he asked, holding your knees up to your chest.

his skinny legs waltz towards you, veiny hand holding his cock after he shuffles his jeans down to his feet, admiring your body as he taps his dick on your lips. you dart your tongue out occasionally, eyes half-lidded, your high getting to you now along with the blood rushing to your skull.

“nasty fuckin’ whore,” eren grits, inching his body over you and letting his fingers explore your drenched cunt, spanking your clit three times before gently rolling the pads of his fingers over it, your moans unfortunately not foreign to him given his recent exposure to your naughty acts. “you can show reiner this, show millions of people this sweet lil’ pussy, but not me?”

again, you stay quiet, figuring he’s really just mumbling out words of frustration, not giving you a lecture. one thing he will do is give you a warning. show you that he’s perfectly capable to maintaining a relationship. that he can fuck you better than reiner. satisfy you. make you happy. only if you let him try.

“if you can’t breathe just tap my thigh,” the ball in his throat bobs as he swallows, sliding his dick into your mouth until he can see the outline of it in your throat, clutching your neck with one hand as he thrusts his sharp hips, hearing how sloppy you take him, gargling around his cock that hurts your jaw in the best way. he keeps his pace slow just so he can toy with you, slapping the side of your face after petting it and calling you his good girl.

“I like your throat. nasty as fuck. gonna beat your pussy til’ you wanna run. til’ you start scratching me. til’ you start crying and saying you can’t take it. but i’ll make you fuckin’ take it.”

you moan after every promise he makes, and you know he’s not lying by the growl in his tone, by the way he swivels his hips to fuck his cock faster, your hand coming to grip onto the back of his thigh, breathing through your nose and trying your best for him to handle it a little longer. he’s slapping your tits now, tugging your tank so it sits just under them, pinching at your perked nipples. he’s playing with your pussy more, running two fingers between your folds before dipping them into your hole and stretching you out, massaging your walls as you moan and he holds your knee still to keep your legs apart. at one point he slows his thrusts, pulling his dick out after you tap his thigh like he said, catching your breath only to choke once he begins strumming your clit like some sort of instrument. flicking at your clit until you’re crying and moving your hips frantically.

you’re becoming lightheaded, and eren knows your signals by now, studying your body in those filthy videos you make. what you like to do to yourself, how you like things done. how fast you cum. how hard you cum. how you scream, cry, curl your toes or whimper.

“f-fuck, eren. s’too much,” you whimper, clamping your legs shut over his arm, moving your head to the side to watch him. he makes matters worse as he spits over your pussy, thick tongue lolling out to lick, mouth sucking and tasting your juices with his eyes rolling back. dying to be familiar with this taste for the longest.

you squeal in shock as he picks you up by your waist, neck bending as you wrap your arms securely around his thigh, eren burying his face in your cunt, messily eating at it as his spit trails down your ass, sucking and rolling your clit in his mouth like his favorite candy. you scream as he starts fucking his tongue inside you, bobbing his head to dig it deep as possible. you scream when you cum, the elicit noises from him sloppily eating your pussy and moaning against you drives you there, your toes curling and your sounds high pitched, racing in his head.

he sets you back down, swiftly turning you around and spanking your ass as you tremble, biting at your plump lips and sniffling, your head all fuzzy. he turns you so you’re on your stomach, positioning you on your knees as your upper halve weakly lays flat, arms sprawled out. eren pulls the hair tie from his wrist off by his teeth, pulling his hair up into a bun as he dangerously makes eye contact with you. you smile into your shoulder blissfully, knowing he’s going to wreck your shit. tapping his head at your pussy with a wet pat pat a few times, he sinks inside you, your cunt swallowing and clenching him with ease, clit still beating from the previous orgasm.

eren has zero mercy for you, jaw locking as he puts all his weight into his hands that hold down your backside, rolling his waist like the fucking devil he was and fucking you hard, snapping his hips like he’s in heat. not jackhammering, or fucking like a rabbit, no—he’s fucking you. clapping his toned hips against your ass hard while keeping his pace slow.

“yes, daddy! fuck,” the word slips from your mindless brain, whining into your duvet and letting him use you, taking it without complaints. he’s kissing at your cervix, knocking against it like an animal. it hurt so good. you can feel your gut twisting, moaning as he wraps his fist around your hair and tugs your head back, wanting you to be bold about your statement, the pillows muffling you. he likes what you call him a little too much, grinning sadistically and pressing his lips to your ear, telling you to ‘call me daddy again. i like that.’

and you do. you do everything he tells you to. tears leak from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation, cumming yet again after he tells you your pussy is fuckin’ my dick like she didn’t get enough from reiner. gushing on it like she’s fuckin’ crazy.

“fuckfuckfu—erennn,” by now you’re spent, hugging your pillows close as you dry heave and your eyes flicker white like the damn exorcist. skin clapping picked up when eren feels those butterflies in his stomach, folding your forearms behind your arched back before drilling quicker. your hands shake wildly in his grasp, trying to push him back, too stimulated for another orgasm. but it all felt too good. you’ll never take any other dick but his. he’s your new treat.

“unh, you creamin’ on my shit,” he hisses, smacking your ass as his green eyes focuses on his dick dragging in and out of you, your cum smearing along his dick in a pretty white. “ooh, shit. i’m cumming. lemme cum inside you. i’ll get you a pill. kay baby?”

he doesn’t do it until you agree with streams of yes’s, eren grunting as he spills his cum into you, keeping your ass up to his abdomen as he humps against you, grinding as if he could go any deeper. he’s just in love with how good you grip his dick, visibly seeing it. fuck, you make him a mess. he can’t seem to move, and neither can you, panting above you before smoothing his hands over your backside, smacking your ass once more and gently kissing at your temple, telling you good shit before pulling out. you laugh at him, body flaccid as his heavy steps could be heard, distancing from you.

eren finds a fresh rag and wets it with warm water, coming back to you to clean you up, holding your face in his hands to wipe away your tear stained face, now feeling embarrassed that you got that out of control. eren kisses you once again.

“should’ve filmed that for reiner.”

visual. visual. visual.

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fractured-faye · 2 years ago

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Compensate

ꕥ Pairing : ex-bf!Eren x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Negotiations with your horny ex boyfriend goes just as well as you’d expect them to.

ꕥ Word count : 1.5k

ꕥ TW : smut, ex fucking lol, toxic relationship, hair pulling, oral, blowjob, hate sex, degradation, vulgar language, explicit, slight praise, slight corruption, spanking, non con (?), dub con, face fucking, creampie, doggy, dom/sub, implied cheating, exhibitionism, blackmail (?), big dick Eren, cervix fucking, 18+

“Looks like your engine’s busted”

“Again?”

You stare at the man in front of you, your eyes glued to his green ones as he nods apathetically.

“Eren, you fixed it last week how-“

“It’s not my fault you drive an old piece of shit”

You grit your teeth, the mere sight of him grinning at your misfortune really ticks something off.

Eren Yeager, even though he’s your asshole of an ex, you somehow always find your way crawling back to him for help. He knows your financial situation more than anyway, so you at least expected him to understand what your deep sigh meant.

He crosses his arms, his lean body leaning on the side of your car’s front door.

“Can’t do you for any less than 400$, you don’t get special treatment”

He taps at the hood, looking up at you through his eyelashes. He was your ex for a reason for sure, besides all the scandals and shit he caused you with everyone you knew, he also really knew how to bring the worse out in you.

He’d be the one at fault and you’d always still find yourself kneeling down in front of him, lips wrapped around the tip of his long cock as you choked out for forgiveness.

He was a pretty boy for sure, his long brown hair and green eyes was what attracted you to him in the first place, not to mention the way he’d fuck you dumb enough you wouldn’t be able walk for a few days straight.

It was just too bad his personality didn’t match the size of his cock and his looks.

He knew the power he held over you, not only in bed but also in your day to day life, and thats why he enjoyed seeing your tears well up in the corner of your eyes when he d push your head all the way down his cock, finishing down your throat and making you swallow every last drop.

“Eren, you know i don’t have that kind of money, can’t you just let me off this once? You’re the only repair man near by” You put your hands together in a pleading motion.

He narrows his eyes, scoffing at the fact you were begging him to let you off even though he wasted even more money and time just to drive all the way to your place. Only for you to do this.

“Not my problem, find someone else to fix your shit if you don’t like my prices” He mutters before turning his gaze away from yours, his body turning away towards the button to open your garage door.

You near him and tug on his shirt, making him raise an eyebrow and turn back around.

“Please, i’ll get you the money by next week i promise jus-“ You freeze as he places his index and middle finger under your chin, lifting your head up so his emerald green eyes bore into yours.

You scan his features through your blurry eyes, the way the corner of his mouth turns to a smirk speaks to you exactly what he had in mind. Your heart begins to beat faster as the tension grows, the silence almost suffocating you before he finally breaks it.

“I’ll do it for free if you put that pretty mouth to use”

He says in a low tone as he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. You hesitantly shake your head and pull away, crossing your arms.

“F-Fuck you, i’m never doing that again” You spit out, your cheeks beginning to flush red at his offering.

He raises his shoulders then drops them,

“It’s not like it would be anything new to you, after all you used to do it without me even having to ask” He lets out a chuckle before continuing,

“But suit yourself-”

“I’ll do it” You blurt out, making him raise his eyebrows and bring his body closer to yours, intimidating you as his tall body towers over you.

“Do what?” He licks his lips, watching you slowly lower yourself on your knees for him again.

“I-I’ll suck you off” You stutter, raising your arms to fumble with the buckle of his belt before he slaps them away.

“It’s your choice” He says, looking down at you resuming your work, flustered expression plastered on your face as you lower his pants and briefs, his large cock spring up in front of you, the tip leaking with precum.

“As if i really have a choice” You quietly say before licking a stripe up from the base of his veiny length to the tip, earning a quiet gasp for him.

Eren tangles a hand in your hair, mouth drooling as he watches you wrap a hand around the base and swirl your tongue around his tip, teasing him and only lowering your head a few inches before pulling off, spit trailing down your chin.

“I still fucking hate you” You giggle, innocently gazing up into his eyes before violently being pushed all the way down his cock, making you gag and choke.

“Don’t worry, i hate you too” He says between groans, eyes shutting and head tilting back as you begin to bob up and down, his hips thrusting up into your mouth to meet your pace.

You never once break eye contact with him, taking in every groan and curse escape his lips as you begin going faster, feeling his dick twitch at the back of your throat.

“Fuck Y/N, i forgot how - good you were at this”

Your cunt throbs hearing him groan your name, your eyelashes fluttering up as he places both hands on your head and begins to face fuck you, gags and chokes coming out of your throat as you feel your spit run down your chin.

Your eyes rolling back is what did if for him, throwing his head back as spurts of cum shoot down your throat. He quickly takes his dick out and looks down, watching you swallow before lolling out your tongue with a grin.

“You nasty bitch” He shakes his head and smiles, panting as he pulls you up by your hair, wrapping his hand firmly around your neck and roughly pulling you in for a long kiss.

Your tongues swirl around each others, a surprised gasp leaving your lips as he pulls away and swiftly bends you down over the hood of your car.

He pins your arms behind your back with one hand, quickly lowering your leggings with the other as both of you continue to pant.

“ I don’t remember this being part of the deal, Eren” You cockily say, turning your head to look back at him. You let out a loud moan and shut your eyes tightly when his hand hits your bare ass, leaving a red imprint.

“Shut the fuck up”

You feel him push your panties to the side, making you bite your lip as you wiggle your ass back.

He glides his tip up and down your glistening folds, making you let out desperate whines at his teasing.

“Fuck, you’re dripping” He pushes the tip inside, making you arch your back, propping your hands down as he pulls you up, his two fingers finding their way inside your mouth.

“That new boyfriend of yours ain’t fuckin you right, huh?” He growls into your ear, hips snapping to yours knocking the air out of you.

He gives you no time to adjust before he starts pounding inside you, his balls smacking your ass with every thrust making you bite down on his fingers, waiting for the pain to wear off.

True enough, ever since you broke up a few months back no man ever managed to fill you up like him, his tip bruising your cervix and stroking against your g spot with every stroke. You’ve never took someone as big as him.

“Answer me, you fucking whore” He smacks your ass again, making your voice break from the loud moans and curses that have been leaving your lips.

“Noo-ne fucks like you- shit” you tighten down on him, mind beginning to go blank as you feel your stomach begin to curl.

“Mm yeah? Noone fucks this pussy like me?” He coos, dropping his wet fingers from your mouth to your clit, pinching and running circles roughly on it, his cock angled perfectly to hit your g spot.

“Yes YES- E-Eren g’nna cum”

“Cum for me - fuck- you fucking slut”

Curses leave your lips as your legs shake,feeling like they are going to give out. Your fingers curl as you let yourself go at his words, coming undone all over his cock.

He groans at you tightening down on him, his strokes becoming sloppier as he nears his orgasm.

He snaps his hips a few more times to yours, throwing his head back as he finally curses your name under his breath, giving you no warning and making your eyes widen as you feel him paint the inside of your walls white with his cum.

He plops down on top of you, his dick still resting inside, the both of you panting.

“Missed you, asshole” You mumble, shivering and smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press on your back,

“Missed you too”

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fractured-faye · 2 years ago

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❣︎✩ — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

feat: eren yeager x f. reader

warnings: sexual content, corruption, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, couch sex, pet names, size kink, penetration, dirty talk, slight mean eren, but overall sexy, minors dni

note: enjoy :)

a whole week of eren loving how cute and fragile you are, how horny and needy you can get without even realizing it — practically throwing yourself at him every chance you can get. he doesn’t stop you though, does he? no, because he secretly loves how you walk around the house in adorable pink lace panties and a cute little tank top. his gaze always travels towards the cute buds peeking out of your shirt, and fuck you for that because those nights always end up with him in his room, jerking his cock to the sheer thought of you.

but one thing he fucking hates is how riled up he gets when you dumbly ask to sit on his lap, wanting to be closer to him. it’s almost as if you don’t realize how you grind on his thigh, rubbing your clothed pussy against his leg almost every single time.

“are you in heat?” he says, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with you. your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you have to cover your face with your hands to hide from him. you don’t have the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features, it scares you.

“w-what do you mean?” you whisper, fighting the urge to continue with your shameful act as he tightens his hold on your hips.

“just what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?” he spits. a rush of shame fills your body that consumes you whole. why are you doing that? you hadn’t even noticed — too focused on that slight spark of pleasure you felt with each rock of your hips.

“m’ sorry ‘ren.. jus feel really weird right now.. i dunno what’s wrong with me,” you answer quietly, feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. the ache between your legs stays persistent and you feel lost without the release your body craves.

eren feels a little bad now, being so harsh for no good reason. he should be taking care of you, make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to stand up straight. “nothings wrong with you baby,” eren murmurs, lifting your chin so you can look up at him, “but that feeling must suck, hm?”

you nod as you feel your lips tremble, your core clenching at the petname erens given you. you stare at him and he smiles, the look making the ache feel all sticky and needy.

“must feel like you jus’ wanna rub that pretty pussy all over something, yea?” he taunts, leaning down to kiss your neck, gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. you whimper and nod vigorously, hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help you.

“when you fuck yourself on my thigh, does it help? does it feel so good that you jus’ wanna do it all over again?” eren teases, feeling your legs tightening over his. a murmur of ‘yesyesyesyes’ escapes your lips as he begins to bumps his leg up and down, the friction rubbing against your swollen clit thru your panties.

“please ren’, want it to feel all better” you whimper loud, holding onto his chest as you ride his thigh. his dick hardens, and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer. his thumbs find place on your nipples, squeezing gently as his other hand forces your hips to move faster.

“that’s it. take what you need princess” he grunts, and not even seconds later you’re moaning his name, mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.

“somethings happening, ‘ren.” you cry, rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stops you, blinding your eyes and exploding your insides in a fit of ecstasy.

eren groans, eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants before taking a look at your face. you already look so fucked out its adorable that you think it’s over so soon. “good girl, came so pretty for me,” he smiles, bringing your face in for a messy kiss.

“ren’… felt so good.” you whine, drooping your body over his. he unzips his jeans, pulling his waistband down to reveal his cock, all pretty and veiny hard. your eyes bug out of their sockets, and your pussy contracts around nothing at the sight. “bet it feels even worse now, yea? like you jus’ wanna sink your needy pussy down on my cock?”

“pleaseplease” you cry, and eren wastes no time, sliding your panties to the side and rubbing the tip of his dick thru your folds over and over again till he finally inches his cock all the way down to the hilt, your gummy walls already sucking him in so tight, he’s worried he’ll cum within seconds. you cry, begging and pleading for more time to adjust to his massive girth.

“gonna let me corrupt you, baby?”

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fractured-faye · 3 years ago

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pearl necklace

★ pairing: toji x reader

☽ summary: you ask toji about your head game.

★ genre: suggestive fluff

☽ warnings: mentions of giving head and facials. pretty much it tho.

★ a/n: another one because i’m obsessed with this man. as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. enjoyyyy :))

“hey, toji. is my head game good?”

he blinks, slowly lowering the newspaper that’s blocking his face from your view.

you’re sitting on the floor, back pressed up against the couch as you paint your toes. you look so innocent and uncharacteristically unbothered that his eyebrows are knotting together and he’s tilting his head like a confused puppy.

seeing you paint your toes as if you didn’t just ask him how your head game was has him thinking maybe he misheard you or that you didn’t speak at all. he hopes it isn’t the latter, cause that would mean that all the teasing you do about his hearing going to shit would have some kind of truth to it.

“what?” he states dumbly.

you look up at him, a smirk on your lips. “your ears going to shit, old man?”

you’re almost too predictable.

toji lets out a dry laugh. “if my ears are goin’ to shit then no, your head game is fuckin’ grotesque.”

“hey! i was just kidding!”

“tell that to the devil, baby, not me.”

“jokes on you,” you grin. “you are the devil.”

“can’t argue with ‘ya there.”

you put down the nail polish a second later, satisfied with the lavender color that’s coating your toenails. it’s actually a color toji picked out—one he doesn’t know that he did because you’re a fucking mastermind.

your indecisiveness is usually what kills you both. it’s a bother when it counts but toji finds it adorable when it doesn’t. like when you can’t pick what vibrator you want him to use on you. it’s cute when the world’s not waiting on your shoulders. so when you couldn’t figure out what color you should use to pamper yourself, you turned to your next resort—your boyfriend.

you know how toji usually is when you ask him about things like that. he usually grumbles out a “ya’ look good in everything, baby, i don’ know what you want me to do.” and that is…quite literally no fucking help and your worst nightmare.

so you devised a plan.

you know how much toji loves lingerie. well, loves you in lingerie. and he knows what he likes on you, so when you sauntered over to him with your laptop in your arms and a screen full of sexy lingerie he had no problem choosing.

“like this one,” he nodded, pointing to a lavender set with garters and lacy designs.

“yeah?”

“fuck yeah. i like the color,” he affirmed, viridian eyes darkening slightly. “i’d split ya’ open if ya’ wore that around me.”

your eyes widened just a fraction before you smirked. “noted.”

once you put away the nail polish, you stand up from your spot on the floor and toji can hear your bare feet pad across the floor until he hears them stop right in front of him. he looks up at you from behind his newspaper, his eyes green with mirth.

you almost coo.

“yes?”

you don’t even answer him as you lift his meaty arms, sliding down onto his lap and throwing your own arms around his neck before he’s lowering his guard and his arms around you to keep you pressed against his chest.

“toji, how’s my head game?” you ask again, pouty lips puckering to place a kiss against his chest. “hm?”

he lets out a weird laugh. it sounds like a cross between a wheeze and a gasp and you smirk, knowing its just your affect on him.

“i already told you that your head game is fuckin’ horrid.”

“you weren’t serious,” you roll your eyes. “you just wanted me to get up and come sit on your lap.”

he raises a brow. “that’s what you got from that?”

“man,” you smack your lips as you laugh. “i know you were kidding! just please be serious cause this is important.”

“why’s it important, y/n?”

“because,” you groan, fingers sliding through the hair on his nape. “i need to know why you never cum when i suck you off. you always stop me.”

“uh–duh,” he snickers. “i don’ like wastin’ my cum, sweetheart. rather it be in your pussy than on ya’ face.”

you smile. “but what if…i want you to cum on my face? and on my neck? i just…i really want you to give me a pearl necklace, toji.”

“pearl necklace,” he nods his head. “that was a good one, baby.”

“thank you,” you press a kiss to his cheek as he groans.

“gimme a real kiss and i’ll tell you if your head game is good or not.”

you laugh and shake your head. “that’s not even fair. now you’re avoiding the question and trying to fucking distract me.”

“is it workin’?” he asks as he moves his eyebrows up and down.

your heart warms and the domesticity of the moment swirls around in your head and pounds against your skull. it’s a sweet ache. you’re smiling so much that the insides of your cheeks are pressed against your teeth.

“no.”

“you’re a bad liar, darlin’,” he says before he’s folding over his newspaper and sitting it down beside him. “but i’ll oblige.”

you sit up on his lap so that you’re face to face with him and not leaning against his chest.

“your head game is good, baby. real good. best i ever had ‘cause one, it’s you. and two, you do that fuckin’ thing with ya’ tongue on my balls and you always suck on that little part beneath the tip that’s real sensitive. y’know what i’m talkin’ about?”

you know you asked for this, you know, but hearing and watching toji tell you this puts you in a trance and now you want his dick in your mouth. bad.

“c’n i kiss ya’ now?” he murmurs as his eyes stray down towards your lips. his breathing deepens and he unconsciously leans in, brushing your lips together. his hands cup the sides of your ass and he starts to slowly massage it, making you let out a short little moan that makes him smirk.

“toji,” you whisper as you place a small little kiss against his lips. he makes a sound that you know says he’s dissatisfied, and you’re quick to peck his lips again.

“want you to give me something better than a kiss.”

“better than a kiss?” he scoffs, pressing a deeper kiss on your lips. the smack it leaves behind has your body heating up in arousal. “what’s better than a kiss?”

you grin, eyes flashing with lust as you lean in close to whisper in his ear: “a pearl necklace.”

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fractured-faye · 3 years ago

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Gamer Boy | Eren Yeager x Reader One Shot

Warnings: nsfw, eren x fem reader, smut, orgasm delay kind of - if you squint, some fingering, blow job.

w/c: 3.4k~

"Bruh, I need a healer! Where the fuck is Connie?!"

"Of course he got food without telling anyone."

"Ah shit. I died in their spawn, left side."

"Shut the fuck up Jean, you're bottom of the team!"

This was all you had been hearing for the last few hours - Eren playing games with his friends. He was already gaming when you let yourself into his apartment earlier in the day. He paused for a moment, giving you a peck on the lips as you told him you were fine with hanging out while he still played.

Though, your answer may have been a bit different if you knew he'd be playing for this long. His gaming wasn't the issue at all actually. You two played games together all the time. The issue was you becoming gradually more horny as your mind played out scenarios of him fucking you stupid.

Oh how your core was now aching for his tender, yet at the same time rough, touch. How you craved the way he'd always twist your nipples just the way you like it to incite an instant moan to slip from your lips. How his fingers moved inside you, how he filled you up perfectly.

Fucking hell.

His back was facing you in his chair at his desk, headset on, arms moving across his keyboard and mouse. His veins exposed, muscles flexing as he moved. His hair in the normal bun it was usually in, it looked good but would look better with your hands weaved through it.

Walking up behind him from the bed, your hands snaked around his neck. Eren jumped slightly, pulling one side of his headset off of his ear. "Holy shit you scared me." He let out a small laugh.

"Yeah?" You breathed on his neck, placing kisses down the one side as your hands slid forward on his chest.

"One sec, guys." You heard Eren say as he pressed his mute button on his keyboard, turning his head to look at you.

"Baby, I'll be done after this game, okay? Promise."

You let out a small groan, your hand running up his neck, finger trailing over his adams apple. "Hmm - can't wait for you," the kisses you place on his neck are turning into nibbles. "Need you now Ren."

His body stiffened slightly, eyes still on the monitor in front of him.

You kiss his neck. "I want to play a game too. How about I get on my knees under your desk…" You kiss the other side of his neck. "And suck your pretty cock, hm?" You bite his neck, your hands slowly trail down his chest, down his abs as your first finger dips into the waistband on his shorts and briefs.

He takes a staggered breath in as his eyes glance down to your hands.

Your finger moves away from his waistband, "But, keep playing your game. Unmute your mic, act like nothing is happening. Yeah?" Your hands yet again wander down the outside of his shorts to find his cock already half hard, you smirk to yourself.

Eren swallows next to you, "Yeah, okay." His breathing is already faltering some, his response breathy.

Without another word you're on your hands and knees, crawling under his desk. Fingers dancing up the outside of his hips up to the waistband of his pants. Pushing your fingers inside of his pants, his skin is soft and warm to the touch.

"Lift up baby." You state in-between his legs. In a brief second his thighs are pushing off the chair under him as you tug side to side to pull his shorts and briefs off.

As his bottoms pool to his feet, Eren picks up one foot after another moving the clothing out of the way. Once both feet were planted on the ground you scoot forward placing kisses on the inside of his thighs. Erens legs closing slightly at the sensation.

You giggle, "Spread your legs a bit Ren. Don't be shy." Eren shifts his weight a bit in his seat as he spreads his legs more for you.

"I can leave this game right now if you want." Erens voice wavers a bit as you nuzzle your cheek into his thigh, lazily stroking his cock that was gradually getting harder.

Eren pushes his chair back a bit, allowing him to see you in between his legs. You hold his cock up, running your tongue from his base to his flushed tip. "But baby, that'd defeat the purpose of the game." You smirk up at him.

Erens head lulls back at the sensation, a groan escaping his lips. "Do as you please baby, but when you're done I'm gonna fuck you so good." He leans down a bit, holding your chin with his thumb and finger. "You want that, princess?"

You can feel a heat pool between your legs, your eyes glazing over at the words that fell from his lips. A nod was the only thing you could manage. Erens thumb brushes the side of your cheek, "I thought so."

He gives you a wink as he scoots his chair under the desk again, cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm back. Yeah everything's good." You heard Eren continue to talk to his friends, but you ignore the chatter above you as your eyes look over his cock in front of you. Thick, and long with a vein that runs up the side. His tip was shiny as you continued to smear precum over him.

Your hand loosens around him as your place kisses and nibbles on his thighs as his muscles become tense. You could say you had an obsession with thighs, but who could blame you with his thighs splayed before you. Smooth, tan and muscular. Fuck he was pretty.

"Mmmm…" Eren let out the smallest groan as you tighten your grip on his cock, moving your mouth over his tip as your tongue dances circles over it.

You hear him clear his voice from above you, "Yeah I'm good."

"I did not moan, I just got a cramp in my foot." You smile to yourself. You move your mouth further down his cock, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Your tongue rubbing on the underside of him.

"Fucking h-hell." Eren whispers out, your eyes shifting upwards watching his stomach rise and fall as his breathing quickens beneath his shirt.

"Huh?" Eren speaks into the mic. You remove your hands from his cock, running your hands up on the top of his thighs, stopping right below his hips as you continue to suck his cock.

"I am n-not stut-terring." You feel his thigh muscles get tight under your palms. You entice him to slip up more by digging your nails into his skin. You hear him let out a shaky breath.

Cute that he's trying so hard to hold it together.

Your hand makes it back over to his cock as you move your mouth off of it. Pumping his cock, it’s ungodly hard right now, that's covered in a mixture of saliva and precum. Slick noises are almost becoming too loud under the desk.

You see a bead of precum leak from his head, your hand pauses at the base of him. You circle your tongue over his head and flick your tongue over his precum soaked slit. His body flinched under your control.

"Hm? Yeah I'm here." If you could see Eren's face right now, you could probably cum on the spot. You were sure his pretty face is brushed a light shade of pink across his cheeks and nose. His pupils are probably blown in those beautifully blue green irises of his.

You take your mouth off his cock, you could feel how soaked you were without even touching yourself.

Fuck.

You needed to sit on his cock, you needed to be filled by this man now.

You crawl out under his desk, Eren's face looking exactly how you pictured. You smile up at him, sighing, "Pretty."

You stand taking your clothes off behind Eren, you watch him for a second as his weight shifts in his chair almost as if he's looking for relief to his heavy cock between his legs.

You turn his chair slightly, pulling a leg over his lap straddling his lap.

Eren pulls a side of his headset off his ear again, pressing a key on his keyboard, muting his mic then moves both hands to your waist, blown pupils finding yours.

"Couldn't wait princess?" His hand is running up your stomach, kneading one of your tits in his big hands.

"I dunno, you tell me." You grab the hand that's holding your breast and move it down to your pussy.

Eren's eyes become dark as his fingers feel just how wet you were for him. A finger pushes past your entrance as he moves his finger in and out of you. A low growl leaving his mouth, "Fuck baby."

You grab his wrist, pulling his finger out of you, "Play your game Ren."

Eren shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth, licking the juices clean. You could feel his cock twitch under you. "Hhmmm, as you wish baby."

His body shifts under you, sitting up straighter to allow better and more comfortable access to his cock for you.

Your thighs press against his outer thighs, as you scan over his features as Eren tries to take his focus back to his game.

"Sorry, I'm back."

"Yes, I'll actually try this game."

"Huh? Nothing.. just been a bit distracted the past few games, all good."

You giggle to yourself as if he wasn't about to be distracted again in a few seconds.

You shift your body weight to one leg, reaching between your legs to grab Eren's cock. Rubbing his tip against your wet pussy, you notice Eren biting his lip. Probably trying to keep a moan in more than anything.

You lean your upper body closer to his chest. Your bare nipples touching his chest covered by his t-shirt. As you sink yourself down onto his cock, your nipples brush down his chest as your breath fans over his neck. You close your eyes as pleasure washes over you. Eren's eyes locking into yours as his head lulls back, lips pursed trying his damnedest to not make a noise.

You hear faint chatting through his headset, sounds of his name being called but he wasn't answering. His eyes still held your stare as you slowly started to bounce on his cock.

"I … hmph …" Erens hand that was on his mouse is now grabbing onto your waist, squeezing the skin as you keep your slow movements up. He lets go of your side, as if he needed to squeeze you to regain some sort of composure. "Yeah, I hear ya Connie. I'll be r-right there."

You lean your head forward, forehead resting on his shoulder as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. You hear the chime in his headset indicating he muted himself. His big hand runs up the back of your neck, grabbing a handful of hair yanking your head back to look at him.

"You're not be-eing fair right now."

You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, shifting your hips to push him even further into you, a soft moan escaping your mouth, "How so?"

He pulls your head further back, as he sucks the skin on your neck. "You're being a fucking brat. And -" Eren pauses, his eyes rolling back into his head as you start rocking your hips on his cock. He lets out a groan beneath you, "And you know what happens when you're a brat."

Eren lets go of your hair as you lean your face into his neck, lips brushing his skin placing soft kisses as you pick up speed of you riding his cock. You whisper into his ear, "Think you needa remind me, Ren."

"Yeah?" His thumb is rubbing across your bottom lip, his eyes watching as his thumb pulls your lip down.

He unmutes his mic, "Something came up guys I gotta go."

"I'm fine, I'll talk to you guys later."

He leaves his match, taking his headset off and sitting it down on the desk. Scooting his chair back more as he grabs your ass, lifting you up so high off his cock just the head is still inside and he bucks his hips up into you.

Moans falling out of your mouth, "Fuck Eren!"

"Say. My. Name. Again." He states between every thrust into you. Your body turning into jelly as he continues to fuck into you. A hand grabs your tit, twisting your nipple just the way you like it. Your back is arching into him.

You moan out his name as your forehead has found the familiar home again on his shoulder, as you feel his hand grabbing your face, turning it towards him. "Can't be tired already princess, we're just getting started." Before you could even spill words out of your mouth Erens putting his hands under your thighs, holding you as he stands and walks you over to his bed.

He leans over, placing you on his bed as he places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. He pauses, leaning back to peel his shirt off of his body and takes in the view of you below him. Your left leg out straight in front of you as the right is bent at the knee. He has the perfect view of your wet pussy, lips a faint shade of red from him rutting into your moments ago.

"On your stomach, princess." He says from above you, palming his cock as he watches your naked body pull a pillow under your stomach, back arching as you push your arms above your head, face squished into the bed below you.

"Fuck, who's got you this wet baby?" It's a rhetorical question, but a question to feed his hungry ego.

You spread your legs further apart for him, displaying your soaking cunt below him. Your eyes look behind you, catching his. "You. You've made me this wet. Just thinking about you fucking me has been driving me mad."

He lets out a small laugh as his middle and ring finger rub up and down your pussy, dipping his fingers into you as he curls his fingers just the right way in you.

"Hmn … Eren, fuck. That feels good." You moan out, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

You let out a small whimper as he removes his fingers from your pussy as he leans his tall frame over your back, "Tell me how good you taste for me." His fingers move in front of your mouth as your part your lips and suck his fingers, moaning as you make eye contact with him. "I taste so fucking good."

He loved every second of it and you could tell.

"Yeah?" He asks, as you feel his cock rub up and down your slit again.

Before you can answer he's pushing his cock into you, slow and deep.

"Hmn, fuck." He groans out from behind you. Pleasure washes over you, making it impossible for words to form.

A few pumps in and Eren is making a smooth and steady pace for himself. You turn your head to the other side, mumbling something under your breath.

“What’d you say baby?” Eren pauses his thrusts for a split second.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, Ren.” Your blown pupils catch his stare.

A devilish grin spreads across his face as he leans forward grabbing a handful of your hair pulling your body upwards. His warm breath fans across your neck as he speaks, “You mean like this?” He lets out a slow groan as he pulls himself almost fully out, letting go of your head as he bends his knee planting his foot on the bed below you two. His hand is holding onto your hip as he pushes himself hard and further into your soaking cunt.

“Fu-uck … hmn!” You moan out below him, vision becoming blurry as he continues to thrust into you with a rhythm that is driving you insane.

“More … more please.” You beg beneath him as if he wasn’t already fucking you perfectly.

Eren lets out a low groan behind you, “You’re being a needy little thing aren’t you?” Slick noises becoming louder the longer he fucks into you, “Hmn, you hear that ba-aby? That’s all you making those noises. Fucking hell.”

Your pussy tightens around his cock, Eren’s heading rolling back at the feeling. “Getting so tight on me princess.”

Your moans and whimpers are becoming louder with every thrust of his cock, your skin feeling tingly as your body gets closer to the orgasm you’ve been chasing.

“Not so fast now. Cumming so easily isn’t what I’ve taught you, is it?” He pulls his cock out of you, removing the pillow from below your stomach. “On your back baby.”

You mindlessly do as you’re told, too fucked out to even bother to answer him. Eren scoots close to you, his hands pushing your thighs up as he wraps one around his waist. In a split second he’s leaning over you, the loose strands of hair touching your forehead as his hand grips around your throat squeezing slightly. “Answer me, brat.”

“N-no, you didn’t teach me that - ah! Fuck Eren.” Your statement turns into a moaning mess as he slides the head of his cock back into you.

Your head lulls to the side as he starts fucking you with the force from before. Eren has a smirk plastered on his face as he watches your cheeks blush, your chest is heaving as you pant below him. Eren leans back on his legs, his hands running up your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs into your chest. “You look so pretty being fucked like this. Feels good to know you’re a mess because of me.”

“Only you…” You pant out, your eyes locking in with his. “Only you can do this to me.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right princess.” He leans over you, pulling his dick out slightly, his lips meeting yours. His lips are soft on yours, as his tongue enters your mouth, sloppy kisses are exchanged as he slams his cock back into you.

“Hmn … hmm.” You moan into his mouth, your hands travel to the back of his head, fingers lanced in his hair pulling him closer.

His thumb moves down, circling over your clit. As if you weren’t already a moaning mess, you surely are now. “Cum for me princess, you deserve it. I’m right there with you.”

Eren leans back, away from your face as he keeps rutting into you. His movement falters as your pussy tightens around his cock, your eyes roll back into your head - back arching off the bed below you.

“Fuck … ah Eren!” Your hand grabs his forearm squeezing as your orgasm washes over you.

Your body shakes below him, as he slows his movement to allow you to ride out your orgasm. “Fu-ck.” His voice stutters, his body twitches above you as he pauses. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, can feel his cum fill you to the brim.

His hand runs through his hair as he finishes emptying himself in you. Small whimpers come from your mouth at the feeling of him finishing.

You’re still panting as he pulls his cock out of you, laying down next to you. Eren lets out a sigh, “Holy shit.” He tilts his head to the side to get a better look at you. Your cheeks are flushed, bits of your hair sticking to the side of your face.

Your forearm covers your eyes as you try to steady your breathing, “You’re fucking amazing.”

Eren rolls onto the side of his body, “Yeah?” He kisses your cheek. “You’re fucking amazing too princess.”

You turn your head, holding his face in your hands giving him a kiss. “Hm, good.”

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fractured-faye · 3 years ago

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Minors and Ageless blogs DNI || 18+

Request box is open <3

Eren holding your hand when your walking around the mall, letting you drag him into random stores that look good, he swipes his card whenever you say you want something. He spoils you rotten because he loves you.

Eren cuddling you when you’ve had a bad day, making your favorite food for dinner or ordering your favorite take out place, he’ll even lay in bed with you and watch the shows he thinks are stupid but knows you love. He treats you like a princess because he loves you.

Eren fucking your cunt when you’ve been pawing at his pants at the house party Jean and Connie were throwing. His hands are glued to your hips as you’re bent over the bathroom sink, his hips snapping into yours to the beat of the house music. Tears rolling down your cheeks and messing up your make up that took you awhile. He fucks you like this because you’re his and only his.

Eren gripping your cheeks and forcing you to open your mouth as you’re down on your knees for him. He spits in your mouth and slides two ringed fingers between your lips. He calls you a good girl as his cum drips from your cunt, only to be caught by your panties. He loves watching you down on your knees for him because he knows you love him.

“Good girl.” He whispers as he rubs his cock between your slick folds “You can take me right?” He whispers as he looks at your face through the mirror. You swallow and nodded “Yes daddy.” Eren smirks and slowly slides into your cunt, a soft squelching noise was heard as he pushes inside you. “A-ah!” You whimper and grip the edge of the counter top. “Sh Sh Sh, you can take it, come on pretty girl, you can take it.” He kisses your neck as his cock is buried to the hilt inside you.

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fractured-faye · 3 years ago

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𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒

characters: levi, eren, jean & reiner

warnings: blowjobs, exhibition, risky sexual activities, anal, cum eating, rope play, blindfolds , daddy kink

𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑵

levi loves watching you struggle to take his girth — in either hole tbh. he usually prefers having his cock deep inside your sweet cunt, stretching it out like you were made for him. but on days like these, tired and lazy ones — shooting his load down your throat suffices perfectly. he’s also pretty kinky w/ it…

…..

levi’s long fingers stroke your chin, his thumb gently grazing your lip. “close your eyes, my sweet whore,” he whispers, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, “or i’ll have to blindfold you. would you like that?”

your cunt flutters under his praise as you stare into his eyes. you’re already hooked around his leg, grinding your pussy on him like a bitch in heat. you nod desperately, hoping he’ll finally let you have a taste of his cock. you’ve been dreaming about it lately— having your tongue on him, being the one to pleasure him instead of the latter.

“of course you would, you’re a little slut huh?” levi taunts. you feel yourself getting wetter, the ache in your core almost impossible to ignore at this point. but despite his words he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss — his tongue sliding against yours in a fit of strength.

you moan into the kiss, wanting, needing more. “please levi, i wanna taste you,” you whimper, sucking at his lip. he releases a groan before pulling his dick out of his pants, the length slapping against his abdomen — precum leaks from the tip in need, and you’re more than happy to fulfil it.

“fuck, gimme a second,” levi grunts, grabbing a tie from one of his suit jackets, wrapping it around your eyes. a rush of nervousness and excitement flows through you at the anticipation of not being able to see his movements. you feel hands gripping your own before a rough substance replaces it. rope? wetness drips down your thighs at the foreign feeling of it tugging against your wrists, securing them tightly.

“l-levi?” you whisper, afraid to make any sudden movements. something rough gripping the back of your head interrupts you — and the next thing you know you’re being tugged down, levi’s cock trying to slip past your puffy lips.

“fuck, shut just up and take it”

𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹

eren is a big fan of the sucking dick under a table action. esp when he’s playing video games with his friends — he gets to show off how perfect his sweet girl is, cum in your mouth and win a round of fighting zombies at the same time? what more could he want?

….

“fuck baby, i’m playin’ a game right now.. shit, just get under the table yea?” it doesn’t take much more than that for you to fumble on your knees and crawl between erens legs. the moment you unzip his pants, his cock springs out — all beautiful, thick, veiny and long.

“yeah, sorry. i’m here.. jus’ gimme a sec,” eren mumbles into his mic, continuing his game. in the background you discreetly hear his friends chatting and murmuring about things — but that’s not what you care about, making your boyfriend feel good is.

you give erens cock a few cat licks, the taste seeping onto your tongue as your stomach tightens, wanting more. he hisses gently, whispering a few encouraging phrases for you to keep going. things like, “cmon baby… take it all… i’ll fuck you real nice after”

embarrassment warms your cheeks at the fact his friends could hear but your core gushes at the praise, the dirty promise behind his words.

you eventually take him deeper, hallowing your cheeks until he bottoms out — hitting the back of your throat. you want to be perfect for him but you can’t help the constricting and gagging in your mouth due to his sheer size.

“fuck, keep going baby” he mutters, and you can hear laughing in the background. a whimper leaves your throat and you do your best to take him all again, free hand flying up to cup his balls while you suck him.

“you’re doin’ so good.. m’ gonna win this game then fuck you senseless okay?” you can’t speak through the fat cock that’s inside your mouth, but you’re sure eren knows you want everything he’s willing to give. your pussy rubs against his leg embarrassingly fast, and a loud whimper croaks out.

“shit, you cumming baby? what a dirty girl huh? couldn’t wait could you?” your tongue swirls around the base of his dick to the tip and you nod vigorously, grinding yourself harder and harder to seek release.

you hear movement, eren muting his mic and whispering a ‘be right back’ to his friends before he scoots his chair back a little, cock slipping out of your mouth to watch you. that simple movement has you cumming, sparks flying through your head as you soak his pants with your arousal.

“that feel good? yea? open your mouth baby… jus’ like that, don’t close em” eren grabs his cock, thumb rubbing over his slit before he jerks himself off — fast and hard, aiming right at your tongue. your body melts at the anticipation and — one , two , three pumps hes cumming all over your face, painting a lovely picture.

you whimper loud, keeping your mouth open for any drops that escaped, licking them off your chin and cheeks. eren leans closer, cleaning your face with his fingers before prying them into your mouth so you can clean the mess he made.

“daddy’s gonna make you feel good now, okay?”

𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵

jeans dick was honestly jus made for sucking. but he’s gonna make you work for it if you’ve been a little brat.

…

you’ve been rutting at him all night at his work dinner with colleagues, secretly whispering and whining about how you want him to take you, to shove your clothes off at the table and show him what a slut you really are. normally, he’d be down for that — he really would. but doin this all in front of VIP’s is out of line.

jean mumbles a pitiful excuse like ‘excuse me,’ and grabs your wrist, leading you into the bathrooms. you’re a little embarrassment now. being snapped out of the haze you were in made you realize the shit you could’ve fucked up for your boyfriend.

“m’ so sorry.. just really need you” he scoffs at your answer, dragging you into a secluded stall. he grits his teeth, shit — this is still fucking risky — but he can’t fucking deny how hard you’ve gotten him now, and there’s no way he’s walking back out there to his coworkers with a raging boner inside his pants.

he grabs your cheeks, pulling them into a pretty pout, “do you know how important this meeting is? huh, you slut?” why’s he be being so mean? all you want is a release, just one and you’ll be a good girl for the rest of the evening.

“on your knees,” jean instructs.

“but—,”

“you think you’re getting anythin” after all that? get me off and i might treat you real nice at home” tears brim your eyes but you nod anyway, unzipping his pants to pull his cock out. there’s never been a time where you weren’t impressed at the sight, has there? drool seeps from your lips as you hurry to take him in your mouth.

“if anyone walks in, what do you think they’ll do when they hear a hungry slut sucking dick in the bathroom? you better be nice and quiet, honey”

𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑵

like levi, reiner prefers having his cock inside your cunt or ass. but fuck, sometimes the thought of cumming to the sounds of you gagging after a good old fuck is perfect for him.

…

his cock slowly pulls out of your ass, cum leaking from your tight little hole -- the sounds of your whines and whimpers like music to his ears. you try to push your ass back against his dick, needy and never wanting this pleasure haze to end — you didnt know anal could feel so good until you tried, and now suddenly its all you ever wish to do with him.

"fuck, just look at you," the sight of your ass constricting at the loss of his cock almost makes him fully hard again; how could such a little thing like you be so perfect? your tits small and perky, ass beautiful and round �� you honestly were sculpted for him.. even that mouth. fuck, those pretty lips.

you crawl towards him, ass high in the air as you lick your lips — cum still fucking dripping down from your thighs. you look so fucking sexy right now, he can't help but jerking his cock and tapping it against your pretty lips — once, twice before you finally open your mouth, tongue peeking out.

"shit, don't move," reiner grunts, sliding his cock up and down your tongue like its his own personal plaything. your cheeks redden at the act, thighs trembling from how bad you just want to take him all down your throat and have him cum deep inside.

not soon after, he finally thrusts his cock in your throat, fucking it hard and raw. you gag almost immediately, hands flying to grip his thighs — his loud groans spur you on as you come up for air, jerking the rest of what you can't take with your hand. he's so fucking thick, your little fingers couldn't even wrap around him completely.

he leans forward a little, finger gently caressing your lower back before prodding at your asshole, feeling the cum stuck inside. you gasp loud, the vibrations flowing through his cock makes him grunt, sliding his finger fully inside.

"reiner," you whine, tongue sliding from the base of his shaft to the tip.

"did you like it when i fucked you here?" he taunts, thrusting his cock deeper inside your mouth. you don't know how he expects you to speak when the only words flowing through your mouth are incoherent moans; tears fall down your face as you nod, feeling yourself dripping on his sheets.

minutes pass before he finally shoots his loud down your mouth, thick white ropes of cum burning your throat. he grabs your chin, mumbling a 'open wide' before spitting in your mouth. his cock taps your lips, "again"

@ all work is fiction and belongs to me.

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❣︎✩ — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

feat: eren yeager x f. reader

warnings: sexual content, corruption, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, couch sex, pet names, size kink, penetration, dirty talk, slight mean eren, but overall sexy, minors dni

note: enjoy :)

“w-what do you mean?” you whisper, fighting the urge to continue with your shameful act as he tightens his hold on your hips.

you nod as you feel your lips tremble, your core clenching at the petname erens given you. you stare at him and he smiles, the look making the ache feel all sticky and needy.

“that’s it. take what you need princess” he grunts, and not even seconds later you’re moaning his name, mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.

“somethings happening, ‘ren.” you cry, rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stops you, blinding your eyes and exploding your insides in a fit of ecstasy.

“gonna let me corrupt you, baby?”

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fractured-faye · 3 years ago

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Sundress Temptation

Summary: Toji x reader You're clearly horny for your best friend's dad and he knows. After all, he is too.

C/W: Explicit content. Pining, jealousy, misunderstanding, objectification I guess. Age gap, Daddy kink, praise kink, lots of pet names, thigh riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, tiny baby hint of other kinks. A bunch of dirty talk, probably too much. ehehe ok bye

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You’re so obvious. It’s precious, really.

He thinks you’re not even fully aware. He’ll catch you while he’s in the middle of an angry rant about work, your eyes both unfocused and at the same time heavily fixated on his hands. He won’t even finish what he was saying, just looks amused as you blink slowly, owlishly. He’ll flex his fingers a little, even, showing off how big they are, how they can move, what they could do to you. This affects you greatly, by the way your eyes become half-lidded with lust, and your thighs press together with need.

This affects him greatly, too. Before he remembers who he is.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

You gasp, shocked back into your reality, a reality where he isn’t touching you with those godly hands. “S-sorry, I… just got a little lost in thought.”

He hums innocently. “About what?”

Just because he can’t have you, doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun.

He enjoys the way your cheeks redden, as you become suddenly unable to look at him. “Just uh, you know, college shit. Bunch of assignments, gotta ask Meg a couple things.”

His eyes darken a little. “Right. Go on then, he’s upstairs, I got a couple of calls to make.”

“Ah, okay, uh good seeing you Toji-san.”

He notices your furtive glance at his hands again before he moves into the kitchen to quench his growing thirst.

You’ve been staring.

He knows. He’s been staring at you even longer.

---

He remembers the first time you met. Meg casually mentioned that a new friend would be coming over right then and there alongside Yuji and he wanted to introduce his dad, and not that Toji would care ordinarily, but he was in the middle of getting ready for a date and not happy about the interruption.

Until he saw you. Pretty, sweet, polite you, looking incredibly flustered as he was still topless, having not finished getting dressed, indignantly telling his son to make it quick – not that he regretted seeing your reaction.

“Alright, you can finish getting ready for your date now, dad.”

He noticed your expression shift, more downcast, and told you all it had suddenly been cancelled (his date is still pissed to this day).

After that first conversation he learned that you shared a few classes with Meg and Yuji, that you were top of the class (after Meg, he didn’t fail to clarify smugly), that you were extremely competitive (judging by your resulting pout), but blindingly kind and caring, speaking nothing but praise about the two boys.

He saw the way Megumi looked at you as you spoke, and learned something else.

---

You came over several more times after that, disappearing into Megumi’s room for long periods of time. He never asked what you kids were up to, his son sheepishly mumbling about homework before dragging you up there. He didn’t want to think about it.

You would without fail come down to see him, though. Usually under some pretense of getting water, a snack, Megumi falling asleep early. Not in a hurry to go home, somehow comfortable enough to just hang around him, ask him about his work, watch shitty TV together.

It was the best part of his day.

--- “Toji-san?”

He murmurs your name almost in wonder as he opens the front door. He was just thinking about you, and here you are.

“Hey darling, Meg’s not here at the moment.”

He notices a couple of very intriguing details. Subtle, yet perceptible to someone who has watched you so much he can count the freckles on your face. Your lips, always captivating, look extra enchanting today, tinted red with a sheen. But what he really appreciates is your cute sundress, a dainty, floral piece with an alluring thigh slit, and a neckline that accentuates your cleavage. You look… very nice today. His eyes wander over the exposed flesh greedily as you speak.

“Oh yeah, I know he’s away. Sorry, guess it’s habit to come here, I can leave if you’re busy-“

“Stay. Uh, come in, I just finished a workout.”

He doesn’t mean for that to draw your attention to him in particular, it was the truth, but enjoys the way your eyes rake over his sweaty body nevertheless before bouncing inside with a newfound spring in your step. He tuts silently with a smile as he lets you in. You were so energetic. And so horny.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Tea? Water? Beer?”

You smile teasingly. “I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Water first,” for a thirsty girl, he jokes to himself.

“Mm yes please!”

He’d heard you beg before in his dreams. He shakes that thought off as he fills up two glasses. When he comes back you’re spread on the couch, on your back, absentmindedly watching the news. He uses the moment before you see him to appreciate your figure, eyes wandering over your thighs and the way the hem of your little dress rises as you stretch your arms back with a yawn. He feels a growing ache, one that he needs to address before it gets worse.

“Water for the pretty lady.”

You beam beautifully at him, reaching for the glass and hurriedly taking gulps, uncaring of the way drops trickle past your lips, down the column of your neck, reaching your cleavage. He doesn’t think it’s an accident when your finger dips slightly below the v-neckline of your dress to catch a drop, tracing it back up your chest, and he imagines his tongue doing the same.

“I’m showering.” Toji announces suddenly. “Uh, you know where the beer is if you want.”

--- Fucking tease, he thinks without any malice, chanelling that energy into furiously palming his cock as water runs down his body. An array of images is brought forth to his mind, spurring him along. Your plump lips hungrily swallowing the water, how they could fit so perfectly against his. Your smooth thighs, looking so touchable, so kissable, how they could wrap around his waist as he grabs at your ass. Your cute doe eyes, looking so interested in what he has to say, when he groans about work, when he admits he doesn’t know how to be a better father to his son, filling him with warmth when you reassure him that he’s doing good. That he’s not a complete fuck-up.

The hungry way you unashamedly undress him mentally, look at him pleadingly.

Would you look at him like that as he’s stuffing his cock into your mouth? Like he’s giving you everything you ever wanted? Begging him not to stop?

--- Once he feels he has regained enough control to survive whatever sultry performance you throw at him, he joins you for a beer. You’re looking at some of the framed photos sitting on the coffee table. He digs out an album and shows you pictures of baby Megumi which you coo at cutely. You have a different reaction to seeing a younger Toji, and shyly ask to see more.

“What, old me not hot enough for ya?”

“Y-of course you are and that was a rhetorical question wasn’t it?”

He laughs, pleased by your reddening cheeks, and can’t help pinching one slightly.

“Toji-san!” You whine, and he has to work extra hard to remain composed.

“You’re just too cute not to tease, sorry darling.”

As he continues showing you pictures and regaling you with stories whilst you finish up your beers, you end up moving closer until your head is resting comfortably on his chest, his arm instinctively moving to wrap around your shoulders. His fingers trail down one of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He barely notices until you stutter in the middle of a comment, and then he sees you fixating on the way his hand encloses around yours, teasingly tracing your fingers.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, noting your reaction; your breathing gets a little heavier, your legs press together. He also looks for any sign of discomfort, of any awareness of the situation you might show. He’s certainly aware, but too entranced to stop.

You hum, with a hint of intrigue. “Your hands… they’re big.”

“Hm?”

Before he can really do anything about it, you’ve taken a hold of his hand, examining his digits, and stick your tongue out to give a curious little lick. He inhales sharply. You slowly coax one, then two of his fingers into your mouth and he stops breathing.

When he finds his voice, he tries to be the grown-ass adult he should be. “Baby.”

You moan at the petname, and he silently berates himself because of course he knows you like that.

“You should’t-we can’t. Megumi.”

Your lips release his fingers with a‘pop’ that resounds temptingly. “Mmm, Megumi doesn’t need to know I’m sucking his Daddy’s fingers.”

Toji groans more desperately, feeling a sudden tightness in his pants. “Stop, he doesn’t deserve this.”

You huff, slightly irritated. “Deserve what? He only thinks it’s a little weird I’m into you but like, he’s fine with it.”

“He-what? You’ve… discussed this?”

“Well, I don’t tell him all the details,” you whisper with a smirk. “He doesn’t know the thoughts I have. What I want you to do. What I want to do to you. But he says it’s none of his business, as long as I’m happy and you don’t hurt me. And I don’t think you will. Unless I want you to.”

His pupils blow a little wider at how confident you’re being at playing the seductress. He just needs to confirm…

“None of his business, huh? So I got this completely wrong? You’re not dating?”

You pause in confusion, before letting out a cackle of disbelief. “You’ve really not noticed? The way he looks at Yuji? Poor little me has to hear all about it everytime I come over.”

No. No he hadn’t, really. Because he’s always been looking at you, though he supposes he could figure it out in retrospect. Before he can ponder this revelation (and how to best show his support to his son), you sit up to face him, palms placed flat against his chest. His heart hammers, wondering what you’ll do. Then, against his expectations, you press a kiss on his cheek, and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Wide-eyed, he soon reciprocates, hands rubbing up and down your back as he hears your meek confession.

“I’m sure it’s obvious but I… I really like you. But like, more than just a “I wanna fuck my best friend’s dad”. Which is definitely true.”

He chuckles against your head. “I know. And for the record, I feel the same.”

“You wanna fuck your best friend’s dad?”

“Funny. Seriously sweetheart, I can’t even tell you how much you mean to me. Just your company is more than enough, wouldn’t have even dreamed you’d want more.”

“I dream about it all the time. You wanna know what I dream about?”

The teasing lilt comes back, and he smirks. “Why don’t you show me?”

Your hands move up and down his chest, eyes wandering towards his groin, his thighs, before meeting his intense gaze.

“Can I kiss you?”

You ask so sweetly, and before he knows it, his lips press against yours first, fingers tangling themselves in your hair. It’s a few curious kisses, leading to longer, lingering ones before you pull away breathlessly.

“No fair, I was gonna do that first!”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. You can take the lead for the rest, if you like.”

It’s not often he gives up control to anyone, but if it’s you…

“Hmm, no, want you to. Maybe next time.”

He grins wildly, pushing you down onto the coach and following suit for several more kisses. The offer is still there, but he’s nonetheless thrilled you want him to take the reins. You sigh happily against him as his tongue glides against your bottom lip, licking your lipgloss, and then your tongue. You explore each other languidly, enjoying the taste, the feel of something you had both been longing for, for so long. He pulls away, a string of saliva briefly connecting you, and once again he looks. At your disoriented expression, eyes fluttered shut, drool catching at the side of your pretty mouth (which he licks at), chest heaving temptingly. Your back arches with need, unable to quite express what it is you need, just letting out little moans as he kisses down your neck, a greedy hand trailing up your thigh, dragging the hem of your dress with it.

“These are the fingers your little mouth sucked on,” he muses, and you clench your thighs together until he pulls them apart and lifts them up around his hips. “What did you imagine, hm? What do you want these fingers to do?”

“Don’t-don’t know-ah!”

His hand rubs at the top of your thigh, enjoying the warmth of your skin there. You tighten your legs around him, moving your hips to try and catch his hand where you need him. “Don’t know, huh? You were pretty vocal earlier, you know.” He suckles at your neck, a finger ghosting over your panties much to your delight judging by the the needy moan that elicits, before pulling away.

“Fuck, Toji!”

Toji snickers, ignoring his growing ache and instead wrapping his arms under your arching back to pull you onto his lap. “God you’re so horny sweetheart aren’tcha? I make you feel like that?”

“Y-yeah,” you sniffle, “always feel like that around you.”

“Hmm?” He spurs you on as one of his large hands sweeps down your neck towards a breast, slowly swirling a clothed nipple with his palm, eliciting gasps. “Poor baby. So sensitive, yeah?”

Your mouth is open, eyes fluttering shut as you ground down against his clothed thigh. “A-ah, feelssogood, please, please,”

There was the begging he couldn’t stop dreaming about.

“Please… who?”

Your eyes screw shut even tighter, almost stunned that he knows exactly what you’re thinking, what you like, what he is to you. But then, you suppose you’ve never been that subtle.

Toji thinks he’s taken it too far when you don’t answer, musing that he won’t push it for now, maybe another time, until he hears your voice so faintly he almost misses it.

“D-daddy, please…” you breathe out, head bowing down to the crook of his neck to hide your embarassment. “Please make me feel good.”

He exhales sharply, cock twitching, as his hand comes to stroke your head that burrows even further into him. “Good girl.”

He moves you up slightly so you’re sitting snuggly on his groin, letting you resume your needy grinding on him. He groans in your ear, still stroking your hair. “I’ll do, ha, whatever you want baby. Can help you come however you want.”

You hump him even faster at that, more desperately, and his other hand strokes down your back almost in reassurance.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Wanna come on my lap like this? Sound like you’re real close.”

He can feel your warmth, your wetness, dampening through the fabric of your panties and his trousers. Your little mewls drive him crazy, going straight to his cock. One of the delicate straps of your dress has fallen past your shoulder, inviting him to kiss, then bite the flesh there. Moving down, he decides he must pay service to your beautiful tits, and so he pulls the other strap down and nudges the neckline until he’s greeted by your perked up nipples.

Immediately, his tongue flicks against one before capturing it in his mouth and sucking desperately. You cry out, wail, hips moving erratically until he feels a flood of wetness.

“Fuck baby, did you come?”

You almost start sobbing. “Please, not enough, please,”

“Need you to use your words, what do you need?”

“Just, touch me, anything, please, my-my pussy.”

“Lift up your dress.”

The gentle, authorative tone has you scrambling to obey. He groans appreciatively at your submissiveness and the huge wet patch visible on your panties.

“Take your panties off too, darling.”

He wants to say more, wants to gush at how pretty you are, but he knows how needy you are for him. Almost as much as he needs you.

You rush to remove the offending clothing, flinging it away before resuming your previous position, and he only allows a brief moment to stare, enthralled at your wet little pussy and throbbing clit, dripping and clenching on his lap, before his hand cups you there, fingers moving to rub up and down your slit, rubbing the slick that gathers onto your clit. You wail again before biting your lip. “Fuck, so wet baby. Turn around.”

Again, without question, you turn to sit on his lap, legs spreading as far as they’ll go to give him all the access he needs. “Want Daddy’s fingers inside?”

“Yes, yes yes,”

He smiles, pushes his middle finger inside, and finds he cannot stop talking from there.

“Jesus you're so tight, so wet around me. Want another? Want me to stretch your little cunt? There we go- don’t know how we’re gonna get my cock in you sweetheart, it’s gonna be a big fit but I know you can take it, you’re so good for me. Can fucking feel you dripping all over, gonna fuck you with my fingers, okay?”

You can barely keep up with his words but nod ferociously at the prospect of his thick fingers fucking you, and when they do you keen. “A-ah Daddy, so-good-“

You dimly register the movement of his hips as he presses his hard cock, still confined in his now stained sweatpants, against your back. He kisses your hairline before moving to your ear. “Good thing no one’s here, your messy pussy’s being so loud baby.”

It’s fucking unfair, how relatively composed he seems whilst saying the dirtiest things to rile you up. It’s certainly hard not to notice the squelching as his fingers pound into you, so unashamedly loud, resounding in the room as you drip down his fingers, down your legs (and his), and onto the couch. You squirm uncontrollably, so much so he has to hook one of his legs over your thigh to keep it spread open, arm tightening its hold across your waist as you take his relentless fingerfucking like his good little girl. When his fingers curl you gasp and sob, stuttering out incomphrensible words that let him know you’re close again.

“Ffffuck I-fuck p-pleasepleaseplease gonna-fuck-coming!”

“Do it for me princess, come,, let it all out, then you’re gonna taste yourself since you like my fingers in your mouth so much, hm? My filthy girl.”

You let out a broken scream, muffled by his lips on yours as you gush around him, hands reaching out to grasp at his wrist, unsure if you’re needing him to stop or continue.

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp out when he pulls away, the hand holding you against him rubbing comfortingly at your skin.

“You come so beautifully, sweetheart.”

You give a watery smile, still overwhelmed with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Heh, thanks.”

“Can you open your mouth for me?”

You do so dutifully without much thought, awaiting his fingers. He waits a little, looking tenderly at your mouth. “Tongue out.”

Your tongue peeks out instantly. Humming in acknowledgement, he finally takes his fingers from your still spasming pussy, observing the creamy essence that coats them, and wipes them against your tongue with a fascinated stare. “Such a good girl, cleaning her pussy juices off my fingers. Suck them.”

You moan at your taste, mouth enclosing around his fingers once again, making sure to lick every last bit off.

“Hm, can’t wait to taste your pretty cunt. Bet it tastes so sweet”

You release his fingers with a whine. “Can’t wait – need your cock. Now.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s cock needs to be inside you too. Let’s go to my bedroom, hm? Don’t want our first time to be on the couch.”

“Even though I’ve already made a mess of it?” You snigger, but lift your arms up around his neck anyway so he can carry you. You snuggle into his neck, feeling warm, cared for, at home, loving how easily he picks you up. The journey into his room takes too long for your liking, but you pacify yourself through kisses against his neck, first gentle, then gradually nipping at the skin, smiling at the resulting groan. “Like a little pain, Toji?”

A low growl resounds, rumbling deep from his chest. “You’re being a brat.”

“Hmm maybe we’ll have to explore that. I’d love to mark you all over.”

He responds by throwing you on the bed. “The only thing we’ll be exploring is my cock inside your tight little cunt, got it?”

You try to behave the meek little girl, biting your lip to sell the acquiescent, submissive act, but it cannot quite stop the upturn of your lips as you mentally bookmark his reaction, which includes his very noticeable erection. “Okay, Daddy. Come fuck me now, please?”

His eyes soften as he moves closer until he’s standing in front of you at the bottom of the bed. You look up at him as he cups your face, comprehending the pause in mood. “You sure?”

“I would hope nothing in my behaviour yet suggests otherwise. Yes, Toji, I am completely sure.” You pull him down until your lips meet, doing your best to convey as much assurance and desire as you can in a kiss. Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers curling under to move it up his torso. “Want you. Please take me.”

After another desperate kiss, you both pull the clothing off, and you hungrily take in the sight of his broad, strong chest, fingers trailing down the firm plane of his abs. “Fuck. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

“If it’s even half as much as me thinking about you… it’s a lot.” He cuts himself off with a groan as you kiss and lick down his torso, hands palming at his clothed erection before pulling down his sweatpants.

You moan even a little too lewdly for you at the sight of his cock springing up to greet you. A frazzled part of your brain wants to talk to it, but mostly you want to taste him. Your tongue swipes across the angry, red tip, and he curses roughly. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, hand wrapping around the base and pumping up and down, wanting to feel the hot firmness of his length. “I’m serious. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d taste, fuck myself to the thought every night. Want you in my mouth so deep, wanna choke on you. Heh you’re so big, don’t think I could take half of it.”

You move as if to test that hypothesis, mouth positioned at his tip, until he roughly pushes you onto your back. “No,” his voice comes out strangled. “Not now. Need to be in you, now.”

You pout only for a second before the fluttering of your pussy reminds you that you need that too and sucking the life out of his cock can wait for another day. Maybe tomorrow. So, you nod frantically.

He launches himself at you, kissing over your face, before moving back to remove your dress. “This dress.” He pauses, almost unsure what he was going to say, as if his mouth moved ahead of his brain. “You look beautiful.”

You beam. “I tried for you. So don’t rip it off, okay?”

“It is very tempting,” he grunts, but manages to remove it without a hitch, placing more feverish kisses on your breasts and running his hands up and down the sides of your body. You immediately hook your legs around him, needing to rub against his bare cock. “Wait-condom in the drawer.”

“I’m safe,” you whisper after a pause, almost shyly. “Is-is that okay? Are you? Wanna feel you.”

He strokes the side of your face tenderly, wanting to commit the next scene to memory. “Yeah baby? Sure?”

Your nod prompts him to rub his leaking tip up and down your slit, and you sigh, arms tightening around his neck to bring him in for another kiss. As he pushes the head of his cock into you slowly, your mouth hangs open against his, gasps from you both mingling together. He pulls back slightly before pushing in again, and continues shallow thrusts of just his tip, getting you adjusted. You squelch lewdly around him with every movement.

“A-ah, more,” you pant softly, “please, m’ready.”

Not wanting to tease either of you much longer after all the build-up, he pushes in slowly, watching your face reverently as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth hangs open. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“S’good,” you barely get out, your voice sounding tight. “Just-slow.”

“’Course, pretty girl.”

Repeating the same movement as before, he pulls back, and pushes in more of his length, fucking you slowly, accompanied by soft kisses until you whine and try to pull more of him in. “T-Toji, you can go faster now.”

“Hold on baby, let me get all the way inside.”

Your eyes open, widening at the words. “Oh you-huh, you’re big.”

He snorts. “You saw it.”

“Yeah well, I think you gained a couple more inches since-ah!”

He thrusts particularly deeply, pushing the last few inches of his cock inside. “Fuck,” he groans, “Sorry, are you okay?”

You breathe shakily against his ear. “Y-yeah, fuck, fuck, you’re, can really feel you in there.”

Pausing to relish in the godly feel of your wet warmth hugging his cock, he looks down at your taut body to where you both are connected, groaning deeply when he notices the slight bulge on your abdomen, especially when he presses down against it. “Yeah, Daddy’s really splitting you open, hm? How do you feel?”

You sniff, hips trying to move against him, though he doesn’t budge. “Full. Don’t want you to leave.”

“Don’t think I could bear leaving at this point.”

His hands find purchase on your thighs, spreading your legs wide so he’s free to move. When he pulls back almost all the way and slams into you, you give a sinful wail that would almost concern him if not for your encouraging declarations that urge him on.

“Yesss, yesyesyes, fuck, fuck you feelsogood, ha-“

He quickens his pace, cock twitching as tears spill from the corner of your eyes and you continue to babble in delight. “So pretty baby,” he moans, kissing away the salty wetness from your face, “and so fucking tight, dripping on my big cock, I’m so proud.”

He feels you clench at the praise.

“Wanna keep you on my cock all the time. While I work, around my friends, show them how good you take me. Can I show them?”

You let out a hoarse cry, feeling your cunt, clit, heart throb. “Use me, Daddy. However you want. I’m yours.”

He growls, pushing your knees even further back until they almost touch your shoulders, pounding into you with renewed urgency. You can do nothing but helplessly take it, tightening quickly around him especially when the movement creates friction against your clit with every slam.

“D-don’t stop, please!” You let out a pretty whine.

As if he would. He was addicted.

“Gonna take good care of you, okay? Such a good girl for me,” he coos, seeing your eyebrows crease in a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. The shift in expression that signals you reaching your peak is just mesmerising to him; he loves how transparent you are with your pleasure. “Gonna come again for Daddy? Is this pretty pussy gonna get all messy around me?”

Your mouth hangs open as you squeal, feeling the tightening coil begin to snap. “D-daddy yesyes I’m coming-ah!”

Body thrashing within the limited space between his own caging yours, he helps you ride your orgasm out as he keeps pumping inside you, cock drenched with your juices. He lets out a guttural groan as he joins you in his own euphoric bliss, spilling inside you.

It feels like time stops for you, adrift in another dimension where you need to hold on to each other as tightly as possible lest you drift away.

Eventually you feel your soul return, but you still clutch at him desperately, a stifled sob escaping. Toji looks almost alarmed, forcing his collapsed body to shift to the side so he can scoop you into him more easily. “Darling, you alright?”

“Yeah,” you sniff, breathing heavily still, “it was really good, I just… feel…”

Overwhelmed, vulnerable? You can’t seem to verbalise it, but he thinks he understands. He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes you to him and rubs over your back in a soothing, repetitive motion. “Just need a moment, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”

The words bring forth a giggle. “You just did.”

“There are many ways to take care of a beautiful girl. One way is with my very talented dick. Another is cuddling, followed by cleaning her up, followed by more cuddling.”

“Hmm. And chocolate?”

“Chocolate could be involved.”

You nuzzle into him, smiling against his skin. “Thank you. That was, um, pretty incredible.”

He can think of many smug comments to say, about his performance, about how your three orgasms speak for itself, about how he’s so fucking relieved you’re not dating his son. He simply kisses you, one kiss for each of those thoughts as your limbs entangle.

You lay in his arms for a good while, until a thought nags at you.

“When is Megumi supposed to be back?”

“Hey Dad, I’m home.” A voice rings out from downstairs.

Well, there’s your answer.

“Wh-WHY is there underwear on the couch-DAD!”

“Ah, shit,” Toji mumbles into your hair, breathing you in deeply.

“Hm,” you look thoughtful for a second. “Well if he’s coming up anyway… MEGUMI, CAN YOU GET US SOME CHOCOLATE FROM THE KITCHEN PLEASE? THANKS.”

“What the fuck?!”

Toji sighs, unhappy about the incoming disturbance. Resigned to the inevitable chaos, he gives you a final kiss before wrestling you into his shirt. After all, he’s the only one who gets to look at you like this now.

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fractured-faye · 3 years ago

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Sundress Temptation

Summary: Toji x reader You're clearly horny for your best friend's dad and he knows. After all, he is too.

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You’re so obvious. It��s precious, really.