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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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Baby, you're a firework

Your Yuuji's date for the Jujutsu Academy's fancy New Year's Eve party, but fireworks aren't the only thing exploding that night.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 5k Warnings: 18+, smut, dirty talk, fingering in a semi-public place + getting caught (kind of), a bit of oral, creampie, squirting. This is very self-indulgent. I just couldn't stop thinking about Yuuji in that sexy suit and that tie! I didn't plan for this to become so long, but here we are, sorry! All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

"That dress looks so sexy on you."

Yuuji's breath is hot on your cheek as he murmurs those words to you.

You smile and lean back against your boyfriend as his large hands hug your waist, and he presses his solid body against your back. The ghost of a kiss brushes against your cheek before Yuuji pulls away.

He's taking a step back to lean against the mirrored wall of the spacious elevator that's taking you several floors down to the hotel lobby where you're gonna meet the rest of your friends to attend the highly exclusive Jujutsu Academy New Year's Eve party.

This year's location, the Four Seasons Hotel, was Gojo's idea, and you definitely don't complain. The room you and Yuuji share is the best you've ever been in. And the party gave you the perfect excuse to go shopping with Nobara to buy the fanciest and sexiest party dress you could find. It's hugging your figure in all the right places. Yes, you totally picked this dress with Yuuji in mind. And you're thrilled that he seems to be as much into it as you hoped he would.

"Thank you, baby. I'm glad you like it. But you are very sexy too."

You smile at him and grab his tie, pulling him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

"My gorgeous boy."

The dazzling grin on his handsome face lets you know that he is very pleased about your compliments.

You're only stating facts, though. Yuuji is really sexy as hell in the black custom-tailored suit, with the orange shirt beneath in combination with a black tie and fine dress shoes. You silently thank Gojo for deciding to take all the guys to his favorite men's tailor to get suits for all of them.

Of course, you love Yuuji in his everyday clothes. His old comfy hoodies and grey sweatpants look very hot on him, or even his Jujutsu Academy uniform. He's Yuuji, after all! He's always the most gorgeous person to you.

But seeing him in fancy clothing is something new, and it's making your head spin and your pussy throb. He looks so fucking hot!

The suit fits him perfectly. It's snug, accentuating his athletic figure with the broad shoulders and narrow hips, the toned arms and thighs, and his firm round ass. He's a mouthwatering sight, and you're sure he's gonna turn a lot of heads tonight while being endearingly unaware of what he's doing to people.

Anytime you mention how good-looking he is, he gets that cute flush on his cheeks but then just laughs and scratches his neck and replies with a: "Ah, I don't really care what people think of me. The only one I want to look good for is you."

Currently, his strong arms wrap around you, holding you in place so he can kiss you, parting your lips with his tongue and caressing it slowly against yours. It's a slow sensual kiss, promising that a lot more will follow after this. The kiss tastes like loud moans and tangled limbs and ruffled sheets. You know you will fall apart on Yuuji's cock tonight. And your body is already reacting to the prospect of it.

You moan softly into Yuuji's mouth as his hands wander down your body, admiring your shape, caressing your curves, and landing on his favorite part, your ass. His large hands are squeezing it through your tight dress, kneading your round flesh firmly, as his tongue delves deeper into your mouth.

For a moment, you catch yourself wishing that you could just skip the party and go back up to your hotel room and just spend the whole evening on the luxurious bed and in the fancy shower, having Yuuji fuck you in every way you can imagine.

But the soft ping! of the elevator reaching its destination puts an end to your little fantasy and to your make-out session with your very sexy boyfriend.

Yuuji's hands give your ass one last squeeze before pulling away, smiling sweetly at you,

"Fuck, I'm already looking forward to the after-party in our room!"

"Me too. But let's be my handsome date first. I want to show you off a bit."

You smile at his delighted laugh and the way he's scratching his neck so cutely, always getting a bit flustered when you praise him.

"Aww, that's not true! I'm the one showing YOU off!"

He grabs your hand, laughing happily as he pulls you along towards the hotel's restaurant.

It's a fancy establishment indeed. The spacious room where the party is held looks breathtaking with the finest marble floors and luxurious furniture decorated with gold elements. Big chandeliers are hanging from the high ceiling, glittering beautifully and illuminating the tables with the decadent buffet and stacks of champagne glasses.

Gojo did an excellent job choosing the location. And judging by his satisfied smirk as you pass him, you are sure that the higher-ups are really pissed off at him for throwing such a decadent party.

Yuuji spots Megumi and Nobara among the guests and leads you over to them, his warm hand holding on to yours.

The next two hours pass quickly. You're busy chatting with your friends and some people from the Kyoto Academy. And after eating your way through the delicious buffet, Yuuji spins you around the dancefloor while both of you laugh so hard that you have tears in your eyes.

It's a fun evening! But when you feel your boyfriend's hands on your hips and his lips on your cheek as he leans closer to kiss you, you can't help but wish you could have him all to yourself and feel his hands on your ass again and on other parts of your body. You don't often get the chance to be in a hotel room this nice. It's a shame not to make good use of it.

As if reading your thoughts, Yuuji's arm around you tightens, and his lips brush your ear.

"Wanna take a little break?"

You nod and follow him off the dancefloor. His large hand envelops yours and pulls you towards a door leading to another room. A peek inside shows that it's a smaller room, probably for private parties, and the best thing is that it's unoccupied at the moment.

Yuuji pulls you over to a comfy-looking armchair in front of an artificial fireplace and plops down on it, pulling you with him, so you end up on his lap with a little yelp which turns into a happy laugh.

You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling and leaning closer to kiss his cheek sweetly. And get rewarded by another bright smile and sparkling honey eyes beaming at you.

Yuuji's warm hands are on your body immediately, caressing over the bare skin of your arms and thighs and gliding over your dress. He presses his face into the side of your neck, warm mouth opening against your skin and sucking gently.

A shaky breath escapes your lips. Yuuji's mouth is always so sweet on you, kissing and licking and doing other things in a way that makes you so so weak.

"Yuuji..."

"God, baby, you look so cute in your little party dress. You drive me crazy."

His voice is a hoarse whisper against your ear, sending a bolt of desire through you. Your fingers run over the short hair of his undercut, making him purr into your ear, and it only makes you squirm more. It's embarrassing how hot and wet you feel between your thighs just from being on Yuuji's lap and feeling his lips on your neck.

But it seems that you're not the only one affected because there's a growing hardness beneath you. And sure enough, Yuuji's voice is back in your ear:

"Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

He pulls away to look at you with that horny look in his pretty eyes that always makes you want to fuck him for hours on end.

You keep the eye-contact as you grind slowly onto the growing hardness in his pants and nod.

"Hmm, yeah, I think I can feel it."

Yuuji licks his lips.

"What about you, sweetie? Are you wet for me too?"

Before you can answer him, one of his large warm hands already slips between your thighs and under your dress. Your breath hitches when you feel Yuuji's fingers rub against your panty-clad clit.

"Oh, did you also buy new panties for tonight?"

You did indeed. Actually picked the sexiest lacy black and pink bra and panties you saw, not caring about the little fortune they cost. You knew you would feel sexy in them and could already imagine Yuuji's eyes widening when he saw you in them. But you hadn't expected to feel his thick fingers rubbing you through those new panties while still at the party.

"Yeah..I..ah! I wanted to surprise you with a whole outfit, including nice underwear...but I guess I messed the new panties up already."

You definitely did. You're so wet that your cream is soaking through the thin lace and onto Yuuji's eager fingers.

Yuuji's pupils are dilated as he watches you, a slight flush staining his tan cheeks as his fingers slowly circle your clit.

"That's ok, baby. I like it when you mess your panties up because of me."

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning, but your body still reacts to Yuuji's words and his touch, jerking when his fingers pull your panties to the side now and play with your wet clit in tender slow caresses, spreading your wetness all over your pussy.

You can't take it anymore and bury your face against his shoulder to hide your fucked out face. You know anyone could walk in on the two of you any moment. The party is just one door away, all the noises, the chatter, and music drifting over to you clearly. But Yuuji's calloused fingers are so perfect, rubbing you in such a delicious way that you can't bring yourself to care.

Yuuji has you squirming on his lap. You're breathing hard and spreading your legs sluttily for him, rutting needily against his talented fingers, chasing the pleasure he gives you so lovingly.

"Fuck, you're so perfect, princess. So sweet for me. Wanna make you cum right here. Cum on my fingers, baby, please."

He sounds breathless, so turned on, and his cock is pressing hard against your ass. You want to undo his pants and get that gorgeous cock out and ride him right here until you both cum all over each other. But it's too risky. It has to wait until later.

And Yuuji has other plans for you anyways. You muffle a moan against his strong shoulders when he pushes a thick finger into your slick hole. Not even the party sounds can drown out the squelching noises of his middle finger pumping in and out of your creamy pussy. Your sweet boyfriend is really on a mission to make you cum. His thumb joins in, flicking slowly over your wet clit.

If you were alone now, you'd be moaning his name like a slut, but here right next to a room full of people, all you can do is sob desperately into Yuuji's shoulder as he edges you closer and closer to your sweet release. You're shaking and riding his finger needily.

So close...so close...

You feel the familiar coil deep in your belly, and right when you're about to reach that sweet point of no return, you hear a voice:

"Oh, there you are!"

Your head jerks up from Yuuji's shoulder, and Yuuji's hand stops moving.

To his credit, he only sounds a bit out of breath when answering Nobara:

"Yeah.. um.. were you looking for us?"

You are so glad that you're back is to Nobara, so she doesn't see what is going on. You're trying to close your thighs, hoping it doesn't look too suspicious. But Yuuji's finger is still snuggly inside your throbbing pussy, his thumb rubbing against your clit when you move your legs. Oh, fuck!

Nobara chooses that moment to walk further into the room, causing your heart to jump to your throat. If she comes any closer, your short dress won't hide what is going on here, especially not with the way Yuuji pushed it up so he could watch your pussy getting fingered by him.

Your fingers dig sharply into Yuuji's neck, and it finally makes him snap out of his pussydrunk daze, and he pulls his hand away from your creamy folds, sliding down your thigh, leaving a trail of your slickness on your skin which makes you shiver slightly.

Nobara stops a few meters away, eyes widening as she gets a better look at the scene before her and your guilty faces.

"What were the two of you doing before I came here?"

"Nothing!"

"Geez, Itadori! There's a wholeass party going on outside this room! You're seriously fucking in here?"

"We weren't! It's not what you think!"

Nobara rolls her eyes.

"Of course, it is like that. Get a room or something! And I mean a private room! Your hotel room preferably. Because I sure as hell don't want to see this!"

She turns on her heels and is gone before either of you gets a chance to reply. Your gaze meets Yuuji's, and he smiles sheepishly.

"Ok, that was close."

You both burst out laughing at the same time. The situation is too awkward not to laugh, and humor is the only way to deal with it.

Yuuji grins at you, but you can still see how horny he is, half-lidded eyes, dilated pupils, and yeah, that eager hardness poking your thighs.

You put a hand on Yuuji's chest and let your fingers play with his tie as you smile at him.

"Maybe we should really go to our room."

"You were close, weren't you? I'm sorry, baby, I really wanted to make you cum here. But I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I know. You always make me feel so good, Yuu."

The soft moan coming out of his lips makes your pussy clench. You will lose your mind if you don't get his fingers or his thick cock into you anytime soon. And so you slide off his lap, coming to a stand on slightly wobbly legs. But Yuuji's strong hands are there to steady you. He smiles at you and slips his hands under your dress again, but this time only to fix your panties and smooth your dress down.

"Ok, nice and proper again. Let's go!"

He takes your hand in his and puts his other hand on your waist.

"Can you walk right in front of me? I, um.. you know I think the other party guests don't want to see how much my dick loves you."

He's so cute! You can feel him against your ass, still so hard for you. It makes you bite your lip, and it takes all of your willpower to just keep on walking and not press your ass against Yuuji's cock.

The two of you half stumble to the elevator, grateful that none of your friends run into you, and you manage to sneak away without anyone trying to stop you.

The moment the elevator doors close behind you, there is no stopping your boyfriend. You squeal in surprise when strong hands grab you and Yuuji pushes you against the wall, almost knocking the air out of you.

His lips are on yours, kissing you heatedly. His soft tongue is pushing your lips apart and exploring your mouth hungrily as his solid body presses you against the elevator wall.

You love how strong he is, how he can just slam you against the wall and take control. Yuuji is such a sweet and caring boy, always so careful to treat you with respect and love and so eager to please you. But he's also so fucking big and strong and could literally do anything he wants with you.

His hands are exploring your body, gliding down your back, grabbing your ass, and kneading it firmly. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and stroking your tongue eagerly against his, encouraging him to keep going.

And Yuuji definitely doesn't seem like he will stop anytime soon. He lifts you up, making you sit on the railing in front of the mirrored wall as he's pushing between your thighs and grinding his cock against you, making you lose your mind a bit more. You wrap your legs around his hips tightly, craving more contact.

Lifting you up made your dress ride up, and now Yuuji's rutting against your soaked lace panties, so close to you. You think you can feel the heat of his throbbing cock through the fabric of his pants. And you know that you're making a mess of his pants now, too, smearing your cream onto it as Yuuji grinds against you needily.

But Yuuji doesn't care about the state of his outrageously expensive pants. All he seems to care about is the feeling of your warm pussy against him, and he's craving to get more of it. He's gasping into your mouth, making those cute needy sounds in the back of his throat that always drive you crazy.

You barely register when the elevator reaches your floor, but luckily you don't have to do anything because Yuuji just carries you, stumbling backwards out of the elevator, still kissing you passionately, large hands kneading your ass, and pressing you tightly against the massive bulge in his pants.

Faintly you hope that no one is in the hallway right now because they'd definitely get a good show. But you can't really bring yourself to care because Yuuji's lips are too sweet on yours, and the only thing that matters is to be as close to him as possible, feeling every inch of his strong body against you.

Yuuji somehow manages to get the card out of his pants and open the door to your room, almost tumbling inside because the door opens too quickly. You both yelp and then laugh while still trying to keep on kissing.

Yuuji sets you carefully down, making sure that you're able to stand before letting go of you to close the door and take off his suit jacket. He turns back to you only a second later, looking at you with such a hunger in his eyes that it makes your pussy clench.

You both reach out at the same time.

This time it's Yuuji's back that hits the wall as he pulls you against him, his lips finding yours again in another passionate kiss. But now you're finally alone, and Yuuji makes good use of that fact, slipping his hands under your party dress, pushing it up over your hips, and tugging on the hem, lifting it further until you help him pull it over your head. Yuuji lets it drop to the floor carelessly. After all, his hands have something much more important to do: Groping your ass.

You gasp into his mouth, biting his bottom lip, making him moan needily.

Your hips jerk when one of his hands slips between your thighs, sliding over your wet panties, caressing your needy pussy through the soaked-through thin fabric. You can't help but grind down on his hand, needing more of him.

Just when you are about to beg him for more, sweet Yuuji is already pushing your panties to the side, sinking his thick finger knuckle deep into you again.

"Ah, Yuuji!! Fuck... I want you, baby!"

His breath is hot on your neck,

"Yeah? I'll take good care of you, princess. Gonna fuck you anyway you want and as long as you need."

His sexy promise is followed by a series of hot wet kisses against your neck while he pumps his finger in and out of your pussy.

He lifts his head from your neck, and his honey gaze meets yours. The way he's looking at you makes your legs shake. It's the combination of his piercing gaze, his thick finger fucking your soaking wet pussy, and the feeling of standing here in front of him only in your underwear while Yuuji is still almost fully dressed in his sexy suit.

You whimper needily and your hands come to rest on Yuuji's pecs, nails digging into the soft material of his orange button-up shirt. Your head is spinning. You know you'll cum on his fingers if he keeps on going, and part of you wants that. The part that needs to find release right now. But what you crave the most is Yuuji fucking you full of his cum.

Yuuji's free hand comes up, and he puts a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

"Your pussy feels so sweet, baby. It will be so fucking perfect for my cock. Do you want that? Want me to fuck you until you cum on my cock?"

"Yes... please, Yuuji, fuck me, baby!"

Your fingers shake slightly as they're unbuttoning his shirt hastily. You just want him out of these clothes, want to see more of him, feel his warm skin under your hands, admire his tan muscles.

He helps you, steadying your hands and then slipping out of the shirt once you've unbuttoned it completely. His veiny hands come up to work on the knot of his tie, but you stop him with a soft touch of your hand against his.

"Leave the tie on, baby."

Big honey eyes look at you, and there's a sexy grin on his handsome face.

"Why? Do you like it?"

Instead of answering him, you grab the tie in question and wrap it around your wrist to pull Yuuji into another heated kiss. Moaning against his mouth,

"Yeah, it's so sexy on you."

Yuuji grabs your ass firmly at your words, moaning loudly into the deep kiss you share. He's pressing you flush against his muscular body, letting you feel his huge erection that's just waiting to get freed so it can plunge into your horny little pussy.

And then you're lifted up into Yuuji's strong arms for the second time today as he carries you to the large hotel bed. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, hands running through his soft pink hair as he keeps on kissing you heatedly.

It still astounds you how strong Yuuji is, how easily he can lift you and carry you around. It's a fucking turn-on. Such a strong guy being so sweet with you. You moan into his mouth, grinding against the hardness straining against his pants.

Yuuji has reached the bed now and lays you down on it, large warm fingers sprawling on your thigs and pushing them apart, leaning down to kiss your clit through your lace panties, eliciting a loud gasp from you as your hips lift off the bed involuntarily.

Many other guys would taunt you about it, tease you about being too easily aroused by them. But not Yuuji. Instead, he looks up at you from between your thighs with so much love and desire in his honey eyes.

"You're so cute, baby! Your pussy is so sweet for me! Can't wait to fill it up. Ah, fuck!"

He trails off, moaning loudly as he sits up to open his belt and pants with impatient fingers. You're panting lightly as you let your hungry gaze wander over Yuuji's gorgeous buff body, the naked chest with those defined pecs and erect nipples, the taut abs which flex so beautifully as he's pulling off his pants. And that gorgeous cock which slaps heavily against his abs, so hard for you, ready to fuck you into pure bliss.

You can see it twitching and filling out even more right before your eyes as another bead of pre-cum pulses out of the beautiful swollen tip.

Your walls clench at the sight. You need him so much!

Yuuji's fist wraps around his thick length, palming the head and then pumps it several times, slicking it up with his pre-cum, stroking it to even more hardness. You know he's gonna absolutely wreck you tonight.

He smiles when he catches you checking him out. And then he's finally kneeling between your legs, leaning over you and letting his hands wander over your body greedily.

You're breathing heavily when his calloused fingers slip under the straps of your bra, pulling them down together with the rest of the bra, admiring your tits for a moment before his warm lips engulf one nipple, sucking firmly on it.

You moan loudly, arching up against Yuuji's mouth, your hands tangling in his soft pink hair. He doesn't stay there though, he's too horny, needing you too much. Just as much as you need him. One last flick of his velvety tongue over your sensitive nipple, and Yuuji continues his way down, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your tits and belly. He stops at your panties and nuzzles his face against your wet pussy, inhaling your scent and moaning needily at it.

You couldn't stop even if you wanted to. Your body is reacting to Yuuji's touch, to his closeness, and your legs spread even further automatically, welcoming him, begging him to take you.

He pulls down your soaked panties, not bothering to get rid of them completely, but instead just letting them dangle off one of your ankles, while he's already grabbing your calf and lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.

You bite your lip, looking up at Yuuji with your heart hammering wildly in your chest. Your hands twist in the bedsheets and you lift your hips needily. You must look like such a horny mess with that fucked out expression on your face and the glistening wetness between your legs.

Yuuji's honey gaze is taking you in, looking at you with a burning desire, and a low needy growl escapes his lips.

"Fuck! I'm sorry that I can't appreciate your cute underwear more, baby, but I really need to fuck you right now, or I'll lose my mind."

And then your head lolls back when Yuuj rolls his hips, rubbing his hard cock over your creamy pussy, coating himself with your juices. His tip teases your clit into stiffness before pulling back again to position himself at your tight slick hole.

Both of you gasp in anticipation. Yuuji's thick cockhead is lubed up with your pussy-cream and his pre-cum, stretching you open so deliciously.

You moan his name when he pushes into you with a hard deep thrust. He must be so horny if he's taking you like that. Not holding back but fucking you hard and fast.

He's so strong, with all those buff muscles and superhuman strength. He's so fucking big. Even his cock is so thick and long, stretching you open so deliciously.

He's fucking you hard and deep today, ramming into you with every firm snap of his hips, hitting your sweet spot at the perfect angle, making your back arch and hips buck as you're trying to take even more of his cock into you. You're shaking with need and pleasure, sobbing his name.

And he looks so hot. Pink hair disheveled, mouth hanging open, honey gaze full of lust, the tie around his neck slightly undone looking so messy. And he's panting and moaning loudly, sounding so sexy, as he fucks into you.

A sudden craving comes over you. You love this boy so much. You need him in your arms, need to feel all of him, need him on top of you, around you, pressing you down, putting his strong body all over you.

You grab his tie and wrap it around your wrist and give it a firm tug. Yuuji gasps lightly, and his eyes meet yours. You moan his name shakily, followed by another tug on the black tie.

He seems to understand what you need without you having to spell it out because he leans down, letting you pull him closer to you by his tie until he can kiss you.

The new position makes Yuuji put more of his weight on you, pushing your legs up to your chest and burying his cock even deeper in your tight heat. You whine needily into his mouth. It feels so good to be beneath him, getting pressed down by his firm body, feeling his thick cockhead prodding your sweet spot with every powerful roll of his hips.

You tug on the tie, and the two of you kiss sloppy and wet, both moaning loudly, lost in each other and in the pleasure you feel.

Yuuji is rutting into you with vigorous, strong thrusts, not holding back tonight. And you love every second of it. He's fucking you so thoroughly into the fancy hotel bed, filling the room with the loud slaps of his heavy balls against your pussy and the wet noises of your slick folds milking his perfect cock.

Outside the hotel the first fireworks are setting off. You can't see them because the curtains are drawn but you hear them becoming more frequent, filling the night with their loud banging noise.

It's New Year's Eve and you're really missing the fireworks! But it's ok because you have your own fireworks and explosions in here in this bed.

"Baby, I'm close... cum with me, princess."

But you're faster than Yuuji, already crying out in pleasure and clenching around his wonderful thick cock, pussy spasming wildly as your orgasm rips through you.

"Yuuji!! Fuck!! Yuu.. oh Yuu!"

He fucks you through it, making it last so long, fucking more and more spasms out of your pussy. You sob his name over and over again, your pussy grabbing his cock greedily as your hips buck again and again. He's gonna fuck another orgasm out of you if he keeps going like that.

And just as you think that thought, Yuuji's reaching between you, his calloused thumb finding your puffy clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

"One more baby, please give me one more! Need you to cum with me!"

And he cums just a moment later, pressing his forehead against yours and moaning your name, followed by the cutest mewls while he empties his heavy balls into you, filling your pussy with his hot cum.

But his thumb keeps flicking over your clit, sloppily now that his orgasm washes over him, but it does the job perfectly, and you cry out hoarsely as you cum a second time, clenching hard and this time squirting all over Yuuji's cock.

And now you can not only hear fireworks. You can also see them. Behind your closed eyelids. Yuuji put them there by fucking you so good.

The following day you meet Megumi and Nobara for breakfast in the hotel's restaurant. Yuuji smiles brightly at his friends, always the sweet sunshine boy.

"Happy New Year, guys! That was an amazing night, wasn't it!?"

Megumi eyes him suspiciously over the rim of his coffee cup before setting it down.

"I didn't see the two of you. Did you even watch the fireworks?"

"Oh, we made our own!"

Several things happen at once: Nobara spits out her drink and kicks Yuuji under the table. You squeal and dig your nails into his knee. And Megumi groans as if he's in pain and buries his face in his hands.

But Yuuji is just sitting there with a proud and smug grin on his handsome face, clearly enjoying the whole scene. He looks at you with sparkling eyes.

"What? It's true! Baby, you're my firework!"

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think! I would be very happy about comments and reblogs!! This story was rather spontaneous. I thought about New Year's Eve and how Yuuji would look at a party. And then I had the image of our sexy boy in a suit and tie in my mind and couldn't get it out again. I HAD to write a story about it! I always wanted to tug on Yuuji's tie and pull him into a kiss! So now all of you got a Happy New Year kiss from Yuuji, and also a Happy New Year fuck! What a way to end 2021 and start a new year!

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍

—cw: fem!reader, edging, overstim, spitting.

Men who have their arms locked on your thighs, making sure your pussy is easily accessible to their tongue. they don't start right away, but gaze at it. your heat melting in juices, flowing and staining the sheet underneath. they breathe over it, to tease it even more and she flutters in need. warm air grazing the skin enough to make it squirm but not enough to chase that high.

To make it more wet, more messy, they gather the saliva in their mouth before spitting on it, watching the translucent drop trail down and fusing with your juices. A wide smile appears on their face when they realize the effect it has on you, making your face heat up and your thighs squirm in his arms. but they're locked up. he's got it locked up so he could enjoy this pretty movie without any intermissions.

When they finally decide to give you the sweet satisfaction of having their tongue lap on your pussy, it comes with a price. There's no way you could win in anything when it comes to them. It's either craving their touch, or begging them to stop from the overstimulation. They are mean. They don't stick to a single pace. Instead, they start out slow, savouring all your heat on their tongue, then get fast making you a moaning mess and you scream—beg for them to keep going. you're close. but they change it back to being slow, depriving your pussy of it's climax. you cry and cry and cry. but they're doing this for you because,

when they actually give you the satisfaction—after what it feels like hours—you are gripping his hair, pushing him further in your pussy and jerking your hips forward at the same time. fuck does it feel so good. you're crying, moaning and screaming their name at the same time in multiple repetitions that has their dick jump up and slap against their abs and spluttered cum on it. shit. am i ruining her or is she ruining me?

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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❇︎ content: ~700 word count. fem!reader, cunnilingus, 'baby' as a pet name, overstimulation. 18+ only

I don’t know, I just think Eren loooves going down on you, like he just can’t get enough.

He’d outrightly ask you too, whenever, wherever; he had no shame in it.

And who were you to say no?

Like right now, for instance. You were sprawled atop your bedsheets, lying on your back with your head carelessly tossed in the heap of pillows, with Eren’s head between your bent legs.

Your fingertips trailed down your stomach to pet his head, clearing his hair from his face. Your lidded gaze kept his, only for a moment, before you allowed your heavy eyes to flit shut.

“Almost there,” you mumbled to him, soft and breathless—as if he didn’t already know. As if the tremble of your fingers, lacing tighter in his hair, hadn’t given it away.

Eren took your leg and laid it over his shoulder, and you lazily stretched the other to match. He wrapped his hands around your thighs with palms sealed to the plush tops of them. He tugged you down onto his mouth, then fucked you with his tongue.

Your back immediately arched. Hushed moans shattered into a strangled “Oh my—fuck!” as your stomach clenched the same way your thighs clenched either side of Eren’s face.

He didn’t stop licking you once. His tongue delved inside you, savoring you as deep as he could, between flicking over your clit he had sucked swollen. He couldn’t stifle his groan as he tasted you on his tongue, around his tongue. Slick and sweet—even sweeter with your impending orgasm, so deliciously close. The heat of it clawed at you, begging you to beg him to please let you come.

But your needless wiggling only prolonged your undoing. Eren was quick to remedy this; it was easy enough for him to have you whichever way you (or he) wanted. And you never minded when he manhandled you because it only meant he was just as needy as you.

You were like dough in his hands, malleable enough to arrange as he liked, trusting him to take care of you. His hands curved around the backs of your knees before pinning them to your chest, squeezing a gasp from you.

He continued having you, entirely spread before him, with a hunger that made the fire in your stomach burn white-hot. He kept you there beneath the weight of his hands, unable to squirm away from his tongue stroking through you, his lips sucking around your clit.

You were right there. Right there. You chanted it before giving an airless request for “More.”

And it practically drove him up the wall. That simple request, the desperation in it, the dreamy stupor of your voice, or lack thereof, did something to him. Now, he only craved to know just how depraved he could make you sound.

Eren sprung to sit on his knees, bringing you along with him. He held you with your hips between his hands, his fingers digging into the fat of your ass; with legs draped over his shoulders, and your bottom half entirely lifted from the bed.

Blood rushed to your head as you watched him bury his face in your pussy, eating you like you were… Well, like you were something to eat. He just couldn’t get enough, couldn't have you close enough.

He only stopped to admire his work, this ruined little thing before him. Only stopped to let his spit drool onto your pussy, let it dribble through you. He collected it with a quick lap of his tongue, then flicked over your clit.

It was a mess—you were a mess. But you were too far gone to pay it any mind. Your thighs were shaking, visibly so, against the sides of his face, your toes flexing and curling in the air.

“Eren,” you whined and whimpered. “I’m—keep going. I’m—”

“Come, baby,” he murmured.

And that was all it took for your moans to crescendo into broken, wracked sobs; for hot, rapturous tears to prick the corners of your eyes before staining your cheeks. You bit down on the sound, your teeth scoring your bottom lip, but it proved as effective as a paltry dam standing before the most tempestuous of floods.

Absolutely and utterly depraved, just as Eren had hoped. But that didn't mean he was finished with you yet. He was far from it.

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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Rough Mission -> Rough Sex

You always offer Yuuji comfort with your hugs, your kisses, and your words of reassurance. But on the nights when he comes home covered in blood and with that strange look in his eyes, you know that there is only one thing that helps him feel ok again: Sex. And not the sweet love-making kind, but the feral, rough-fucking kind, where Yuuji can let all his pain and anger out.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut Word Count: 1k Warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, creampie, squirting, biting. Yuuji and reader are in a loving relationship and everything happens with reader's consent. All characters are of age. Divider by @/cafekitsune

The first time it happens, Yuuji tries to flee from you, walking past you with that haunted look on his face, and disappearing in the bathroom, where you find him a minute later, slumped against the wall, breathing harshly, with his eyes pressed shut, and his pants pushed down, his fat throbbing cock in his hand, jacking off furiously in a desperate attempt to get his mind off the horrible mission.

"Yuuji, what are you doing? Why are you here all alone? Let me..."

Golden eyes fly open and stare at you with a mix of pain and despair and something else. A feral glint you have never seen in Yuuji's eyes before. Even his voice sounds different, a low, barely restrained growl,

"Please, stay away... I don't think I can hold back when I'm in this state. Please, baby."

And you realize what the problem is. Oh, sweet Yuuji. Such a hero. So caring and selfless to a fault. He's scared to touch you because he's scared of his own strength. Scared to be too rough with you now that he's losing control.

But you're having none of it. You don't run. You walk over to the boy you love. You tilt your head to look up at him and cup his cheek tenderly while your other hand wraps around his rock-hard cock and pumps it in your fist, milking fat globs of pre-cum out of Yuuji's swollen, dark-pink tip as you tell him,

"I love you, baby. Just fuck all your troubles into me. I promise you it's ok. Please don't hold back."

And Yuuji growls. He really growls, and you know his resolve is slipping.

He fucks you hard on the bathroom floor, rutting into you like an animal in heat, growling and sobbing while he presses you down with his heavy body, taking you over and over again until he has fucked it all out, has fucked all his pain and anger into your spasming cunt.

After that night, he doesn't try to run from you anymore. He comes to you eagerly, seeking the comfort of your body. Seeking the sweet relief he can find in your arms and in your tight pussy.

The moment Yuuji walks into your apartment, you can already see when a mission was a rough one. His golden eyes are on you with that feral glint in them, his broad chest heaving, and his hands balled into fists as he strides toward you like a tiger on the prowl. So strong, so buff, so deadly. You are so wet for him that you don't just soak your panties but also your pajama shorts.

"Come here, Yuu. Fuck me, baby. Be as rough as you need."

He is on you in a split second, growling in the back of his throat as he presses his lips against yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. You still gasp anytime Yuuji lets you get a taste of his superhuman strength and speed. When he rips your clothes off, tearing at them with his strong hands in his urgent need to get you naked and sink his needy cock into your tight cunt and fuck all his anger into you.

His clothes follow a moment later, dropping to the floor in ripped pieces, exposing Yuuji's tall, buff body to you. His buff muscles are flexed, veins standing out from all the adrenaline still pumping through his body. He looks even bigger than usual, so strong, so feral, so fucking sexy.

You moan as Yuuji manhandles you, his large, strong hands flipping you onto your stomach and pushing your head down. A hard slap lands on your ass, and you hear Yuuji growl, followed by a hoarse,

"Fuck! I need you, baby, need to fuck you hard. Please... can I please?"

His fat cock is leaking pre-cum all over your ass in his need to fuck you. He wouldn't even have to ask. You will always give him anything he needs. You push yourself on your knees, ass up, face down, Yuuji's favorite position, offering yourself to him, moaning his name, and telling him to take you as hard as he needs.

And he does.

The growled "Thank you" has barely left Yuuji's lips when he already slams his thick needy cock deep into your soaked cunt with a brutal snap of his hips that makes both of you cry out loudly. Yuuji apologizes even while he grabs your hips and pulls you toward him, rolling his hips against you, fucking you open with hard, deep thrusts that knock the air out of you.

And from now on, it's rough fucking in the most primal way. The headboard is hitting the wall loudly with every hard snap of Yuuji's hips. His grunts and sobs fill the room, just like the wet noises of his fat cock pistoning in and out of your creamy cunt.

It's rough, it's loud, it's messy. Yuuji doesn't hold back anymore, and neither do you. You cream all over his cock several times, shameless and eager, unable to stop yourself from squirting when his swollen cockhead overstimulates your g-spot and the rough slaps of Yuuji's heavy balls against your swollen clit make you keen.

And he cums in you over and over again, not even pulling out in between, cock staying hard all the time because of his insane stamina, fucking you rough into the mattress while his large hands hold you in place and your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

You are both in a frenzy. Both like two animals in heat. Chasing one orgasm after the next.

You push yourself up, reaching frantically behind you to grab Yuuji's hair and moan his name with a voice hoarse from all the loud moaning and squealing, growling just like him as you give yourself over to the most primal need, screaming his name when he rams his fat, angry cock even deeper into you.

Yuuji's muscular arms wrap around you, his large, calloused hands kneading your tits roughly while he fucks you hard. And you urge him on, so eager to make him nut again, to make him forget anything else but the feeling of cumming in you and pulsing his hot seed into your tight cunt.

"Yes, baby, like that, oh god! Fuck me harder, Yuuji! Fuck it all into me, baby!"

Yuuji's teeth close around your shoulder, biting you just like he bites his enemies in the heat of battle. Leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth that you will carry for the rest of your life. He growls and sobs, desperate and horny, even as his hot tears drip down onto your naked body, running down between your tits that jiggle from Yuuji's hard thrusts.

"Fuck! Fuck yes! Thank you, baby, thank... fuck!! Gonna cum again!"

You feel him throb in you, filling you with another thick load of his hot cum, and you follow him a second later. Your cunt clenches wildly around Yuuji's fat, veiny cock, gushing over him and spraying your squirt all over the bed.

You mewl weakly as Yuuji finally slumps against you, his firm pecs and abs pressing against your sweaty skin, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you, this time in a loving embrace. His tall, muscular body embraces you, and his warm lips are on your neck, trailing tender kisses over the fresh bite mark he left, offering his love and care to you now that he feels better.

And you kiss him sweetly, moaning at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around Yuuji's gradually softening cock. There's a tender smile on Yuuji's face when he tells you he loves you. And you caress his hair and tell him you'll always be there for him. Any way he needs you. It's ok. Rough mission, rough sex.

FERAL YUUJI DRIVES ME FERAL TOO 💗💗 I love seeing him fight and get angry, but it also makes me yearn so much for him and want to comfort him. So yeah, he could get anything he needs, anytime he needs and as often as he needs it. I am so in love aaahh 💗

I hope you liked this horny little story about comforting Yuuji with sex ;) Please let me know what you think and scream with me about our fave hero!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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Boys who are just too nice to be mean to you.. too nice to say the some of dirty things you ask them to say. He can’t help but mutter apologies in your ear after hearing you let out a particularly loud moan. He knows that you like it but can’t bring himself to call his pretty girl such degrading things so he opts for stuff like “you’re too sweet to be called those dirty names baby.” It comes out in a soft moan as he’s pounding into you from behind. His hands laid flat on top of yours pushing them into the mattress, it was the only thing keeping his balance as he gave all he could to you. Although he couldn’t make himself say all the dirty things you ask, he sure can do all the dirty things you ask. If you want him to go hard, he will. If you want him to tie you up, he will. If you want him to spank you til your ass is red, he will. But he’ll litter in those sweet praises all night letting you know how cute you look making a mess for him and how he’ll never let you leave his side.

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YUJI, yuta, choso, YU, denji, SANJI, luffy, armin

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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i'm the most insecure person in the world but if yuuji called me pretty girl while fucking me i would believe him😔

SO TRUE!! Yuuji is the King of praise, and he genuinely means every word he says. Thank you so much for sending me this! This is how I feel too, and thinking about Yuuji really helps me. 💗

Yuuji x Reader (female). 18+. Smut. Praise. All characters are of age. Dividers by @/benkeibear

You just know that he means it. Yuuji doesn't play games with you or tell you lies. He is so genuine, so honest, so loud about his love for you and his attraction to you. He compliments you all the time, practically swoons and gives you hearteyes, and can't keep his hands to himself because you are so pretty and so sexy to him. All the raging hard-ons he gets just from cuddling with you. All the whimpered praise falling from his lips while he fucks you. You never have to doubt Yuuji's attraction to you.

And on the days when you feel especially insecure, Yuuji senses it immediately and makes sure to remind you of his love for you. He can be stubborn, and he will be very persistent when it comes to making you feel loved and desired. He will carry you to bed and undress you slowly while kissing every inch of skin that gets revealed, praising you the whole time. Moaning against your skin, how pretty you are, how sexy, how crazy you drive him. Asking you, "Fuck, can you feel what you're doing to me, cutie?" while he takes your hand to put it on the huge tent in his sweats.

The way he brokenly sobs and his hips stutter and his cock twitches when he's fucking you would already be enough to tell you how fucking crazy Yuuji is for you. But those honey-colored eyes looking deeply into yours while he moans your name and calls you his pretty girl, add the cherry on top.

"My pretty girl, you're so sweet for me, baby. Fuck, look at your pretty pussy taking my cock like that. So sweet for me, so beautiful. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, my pretty girl!"

And he really gives you his all. Yuuji cums so much for you, over and over again, so needy for you, so horny, so desperate. He can't stop getting hard for you, can't stop wanting you, can't stop smiling that toothy lovedrunk smile at you while his large hands wander all over your body, loving every inch of you and never getting enough.

Thank you for sending me this! It cheered me up a lot!! I hope it could give you comfort too. 💗

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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rq: hii pls can i request an eren x reader canon fic? like they are in a relationship but the night before she goes on a mission, they have a fight so he doest say goodbye to her the next morning before she leaves for her mission and she goes missing. eren loves her sm and spends his missions (even free time) looking for her for the next few weeks and finally finds her and apologises crying and everything saying how much he loves her🫶

a/n: this was such a sweet concept <33 i hope you like it ahh... also! for the sake of this fic, eren is a part of the survey corps still!

content: pre-established relationship, mentions of death/implied death, fluff, a bit of angst but it resolves itself

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it had been three weeks already.

a frantic three weeks at that.

as the days ticked by, eren found himself beyond restless; worried out of his mind. the last conversation you had with him replayed endlessly in his head. unfortunately, it wasn’t a smooth conversation.

eren had suddenly mentioned to you that he only had a few years left, and that he wanted you to find ways to start to “prepare yourself and move on”. ultimately, he wanted to remind you that his time with you was extremely limited and dwindling. and of course, you didn’t want to hear it. you couldn’t handle hearing it.

you didn’t want to move on. but eren wanted you to prepare for the inevitable future. harsh words were exchanged between each other, an argument that both of you were determined to win. but ultimately, the debate that you two had scratched away at eren, clawed and gnawed on his insides.

he couldn’t help but regret every word that he carelessly spat out.

if only he could take it all back.

if only he could see you again.

but you had been gone. for three weeks now, and it was beyond concerning.

you left for a mission the night before you and eren argued, and never returned. once your expedition was over, eren had searched the crowds of soldiers, his heart sinking when he didn’t spot your sweet face. and to add insult to injury, eren didn’t even say goodbye to you when you left, too caught up in being upset about the previous night’s argument.

the panic and turmoil eren went through was indescribable. he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sit still. he couldn’t relax in any way, to put it frankly. he was worried sick about you.

eren had to see you again, he had to talk to you again. there was no way that was your last conversation with him, right? there was no way that was the end of it. no. absolutely not.

to keep himself from spiraling, eren had to convince himself that you were out there, somewhere. maybe you just wandered off from your squad and got lost?

regardless, he would do whatever it took to bring you back home to him.

while on expeditions, eren looked for you. there were several times where eren would receive a firm reminder to “focus on the mission”, but how could he? how could he, when he knew that you were out there somewhere, potentially hurt, injured- afraid? how could he possibly focus on the mission when his mind was so full of thoughts of you?

eren searched for you in his free time as well. he spent so long searching in the forest of giant trees, he was certain that he could have mapped it out at this point. as he examined each and every crevice and corner of the forest, his hope slowly started to dwindle. there were no signs of anyone, no signs of you.

for three weeks, it was like this.

desperation started to kick in for eren towards the end of the third week. as he started another search for you, gazing at what seemed like the thousandth tree, he couldn’t help but wonder: what if that was the last time he saw you?

after all, he couldn’t keep this up forever. he was losing himself trying to find you.

eren ventured farther into the forest, coming across an area that he didn’t really recognize. in the depths of the forest was a small lake, one that extended past eren’s line of sight. guiding his horse, eren traveled down the lake’s path, his eyes scouring every inch of the dense green ferns and trees around him.

after what seemed like an hour of traveling down the lake, there were still no signs of you. just as eren was about to turn around, ready to accept defeat and despair once again, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.

in the distance, was a small, dilapidated home. as eren approached the home, he could see just how abandoned it was. half of the house was covered in thick moss and shrubbery, wooden panels falling off the frames of the house’s structure. the home looked as if it had been untouched for a decade.

and eren would have thought that was the case, if he didn’t see the cloak that was hung outside of the house. it was yours. eren was able to instantly recognize it as yours, since he was keenly familiar with all the rips and tears that your cloak had.

with his heart racing, eren nearly toppled off of his horse with how fast he clambered off. instantly, he’s glued to the front of the house, frantically knocking on the door.

but no response.

eren pried open the door after a few minutes of waiting. peering inside, he couldn’t make out any figures or recent signs of life. it was as if you had disappeared and just left your cloak behind. truly, he was at a loss for words.

eren stood in the doorframe for a moment, unsure of what to do. small tears welted in his eyes as he came to the conclusion that he may never see you again. and to know that the last thing he told you was to forget about him, absolutely killed him.

he didn’t want you to forget him. he didn’t want you to move on.

he needed you. he needed to be with you.

but you were gone.

at the very least, maybe he could bring back your cloak. it would be a reminder of you. a reminder of your beautiful heart and your love for the world, your love for him. he would never let this small piece of you go. he would-

“eren?” called a familiar voice.

whipping his head in the direction of the sound, his eyes practically glow upon the sight in front of him.

it’s you.

eren freezes for a moment, examining you with a contortion of shock, sadness, and elated happiness on his face. was this real? were you really standing in front of him right now?

before eren can respond, you rush over to him as quickly as you can, wrapping your arms around him tightly. once eren feels your skin against his, he knows he isn’t imagining things. instantly, he locks his arms around you, embracing you as deeply as he can. you can feel the heavy weight of his chest, sporadically rising and falling as he lets out a small hiccup of a sob.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you,” eren says, his voice wavering.

“i’m sorry…” you reply. “i ended up getting chased away from my squad… and i found this house, so i took shelter in it. i just didn’t know how to get back, and my horse ran away…”

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” eren lets out a deep sigh. “you’ve been gone for so long…”

“i know…” you trail off.

“god- you have no idea how happy i am to see you…” eren admits.

“wait- how did you even find me?” you question, just now seeming to realize you’ve been living in the middle of nowhere for the past three weeks.

eren gives a slight shrug through your grip. “i didn’t want our talk to be the last thing we remembered about each other… so, i just kept looking.”

“that’s… really sweet,” you softly breathe.

“i just- i’m really sorry about that,” eren continues. “-about our fight.”

“eren…” you gently smile at him. “it’s okay. i know you were just trying to look out for me… but i’m sorry for getting upset at you, too. we both could have handled that better.”

eren’s hold on you gets tighter as he buries himself into the side of your face, his tears slightly dampening your skin. “i regret everything i said… i don’t want you to move on, honestly. i want to be with you, forever.”

“aw,” you coo, your voice soothing and calm. “we’re with each other, right now. we’re both okay. and that’s what’s important. let’s just focus on that, for now.”

eren gives you a slow nod. “it’s just you and me.”

you grace him with a sweet smile. an angelic smile.

“…i hope you know, i’m never letting you go outside the walls without me again,” eren blurts out, his grip on you getting tighter, more protective.

“if captain levi allows you to, you mean?” you give out a breathy laugh, trying to tease him a bit.

“i’ll sneak out if i have to,” eren murmurs. “i just need you to be safe.”

“you know i’m tough,” you give a little retort. “i bet i could take on a titan or two with my bare hands.”

eren gives you a small smile, his eyes still slightly watered.

“but really,” you speak softly. “you were on my mind the whole time… i’m so relieved to see you again…”

eren gives you a gentle nod, a little embarrassed by your words. “i just… wanted to make sure you were safe…”

“i feel much safer, now that you’re with me,” you happily reply, nuzzling your face against his cheek.

eren quite literally melts from your affection. your love is so gentle, so sweet, so you.

the two of you spend a moment together, just allowing the stream of the lake to flow and fill your ears. the sound of the water is gentle. yet, it flows with such strength, such resiliency and passion. it reminds you of eren.

as the two of you make the long journey back to the walls, you feel the crisp air breeze through your hair, the wind guiding through your fingertips, the rhythmic bumping and bobbing of eren’s horse. it’s absolutely freeing. you rest your head against eren’s back, holding him tightly and just allowing yourself to be absorbed in the moment.

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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Snowed in with Yuji

This is really just a very short fluffy scenario that came to my head, when I didn't wanna leave the bed for work. :') I hope some of you enjoy this anyway! This is my entry for @shirohyorin 's Ficmas Calendar 2022!

Summary: You and Yuji get to spend your day at home, because there's too much snow to drive to work. That's really all there is. :) (This is an AU since Yuji aged up, man's got a job, and he's just a normal dude™️, he's... curseless.) Genre: x reader, fluff, AU Word Count: 1k Content Warnings: None. Maybe extreme weather? And mentions of having to go to work obviously, lmao.

It was early in the morning, no light shining through your window yet, when you heard Yuji's alarm go off. You felt him shifting on his side of the bed and letting out a grumble, before he turned off the alarm on his phone.

Just a few moments later, he readjusted your blanket to cover your bare shoulder, which you didn't realize until now has felt really cold, and left you with a kiss to your forehead to tumble over to the bathroom.

On one hand, you always felt really sorry for him, for having to get up for work somewhat earlier than you. On the other hand, it always gave you a chance to appreciate the fact that you can stay in bed just a little while longer.

So that's what you did. You cuddled yourself deeper into the warmth of your sheets and tried to slumber a bit longer, accompanied by the quiet noises of Yuji getting ready in the bathroom next door.

Just when Yuji was done and left the bathroom while whistling a Christmas song, your alarm went off as well. You pulled the blanket over your head in hopes you could block out the noise, but you knew you had to get out off your warm bed into the cold December air eventually.

When you heard Yuji approaching you to tuck away your blanket carefully, you let out a whine.

"Pleeeaaase... Don't make me leave the bed."

He petted your hair and gave you a warm smile. "Come on, I'll make sure coffee is waiting for you before I leave."

You thanked him with a light peck to the cheek and watched him walk to the kitchen, while you left your bed with a heavy sigh, feet searching for your slippers on the ground. A shiver ran down your spine, when you got up and left the warmth of your bed for good.

"Am I imagining things, or is the flat way colder than yesterday?" you whined over to Yuji, who was preparing coffee in the kitchen as he promised.

But you didn't get an answer. Maybe he just didn't hear you, because the coffee machine was so loud. Then, the noises of the machine boiling the water stopped abruptly and Yuji hurried over to the bedroom.

"Forget about the coffee," he exclaimed with a big grin. "Look out the window!"

You really did not want to forget about your coffee, the only thing that motivated you to get out off bed, but you did as Yuji told you and made your way to the window.

The sight that awaited you was magical. Everything was completely covered in snow. The streets, cars, houses, lanterns, trees... all was overlaid with a thick blanket of snow. Not a single car drove down the streets.

You came to the conclusion that, "There's no way I can go to work like this."

"I just got an e-mail from my boss that we're supposed to stay home until the streets have been cleared and are safe to drive again. Maybe you've got a mail too?" Yuji sounded very hopeful for you, cause it would mean getting to spend the day at home with you.

You checked your phone quickly, but there was no e-mail from your job yet. So you took matters into your own hands, and decided to give your boss' assistant a quick call.

"Oh no, everyone who can't reach the office by foot is supposed to stay home! We much rather have everyone alive for the Christmas party next week," the voice on the other end said jokingly. You thanked her for that, knowing that many other jobs would have required you to find a way to get to work anyways.

When you hung up, Yuji was already jogging back into the kitchen, rattling with some mugs and almost aggressively pulling out different ingredients out of the cupboards.

You found him preparing hot chocolate with marshmallows and sprinkles in two large Christmas mugs with an adorably joyful expression. When he caught you watching him, he cheerfully walked over to you and pulled you in for a kiss.

You were a little surprised by his eagerness, but it was like you could almost feel his relief of getting to spend the day with you instead of being separated.

The warmth of his body replaced the chilly air that creeped up your body this morning and made you feel so warm and wanted, that your hands searched for any way to pull him even closer to you, even though it was impossible at this point.

When your lips parted, the flat didn't feel so cold anymore, and all the colors around you seemed a tad warmer and brighter.

After a quiet moment of getting lost in each others eyes, Yuji snapped back to being excited about his plans for the day and grabbed the mugs he left on the kitchen table earlier.

"So, what your favorite Christmas Movie?" he asked excitedly.

You ended up cuddling under a fluffy blanket, the mugs warm and filled with the most delicious hot chocolate, and your favorite Christmas Movie on. Your head sank onto Yuji's shoulder with a content sigh, as he ran his fingers through your hair and over your neck lovingly.

Snow was still falling outside, and you didn't hear a single car drive by yet. The only thing you could hear from time to time, were children playing outside - seems like school has been canceled as well.

Throughout the day, Yuji and you made sure to make it as enjoyable as possible. You took a walk through the snow, holding hands in his pocket, had a snowball fight that ended in stealing a few kisses from each other, warmed up with a bowl of soup when you came back inside and baked cookies for dessert.

At the end of the day, both of you ended up together in your bathtub and put on your matching Christmas pajamas afterwards. This day was exactly what it took for you to get into the holiday mood, after being stressed too stressed to enjoy these special days. And you knew the rest of December would be just as festive, having your lovely pink-haired boyfriend around, whether he made you some coffee to get you out of bed, or served you hot chocolate to seduce you into staying at home.

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zwergenhandwerk · 2 years ago

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♡ content: ~1k word count. eren jaeger x fem!reader, free use, established relationship, oops just filth, PIV sex, mentions of aftercare, explicit language, explicit sexual content. reader discretion advised. 18+ only

I don't know about you, but I find free use super hot, and I can't help but think Eren would agree

Like, there’s just something about it, perhaps the devotion aspect—about you, his baby, his one and only, being available, willing, and happy to satisfy him, any time he wished.

Your agreement is meant for nights like this: a Friday evening after what you know was a long week for Eren. He’s been coming home late every night, practically working two jobs while his boss scrambled to fill the newly empty role at the company. For whatever reason, the responsibility fell on Eren, leaving him exhausted, tense. The kind of tense that naps and shoulder rubs can't relieve.

And that’s where said agreement comes into play. Whenever you wear this pajama set, specifically this one—skimpy, sheer, short—it’s code for ‘anything goes.’ Anything he wants. That’s the only rule.

Phrasing it like that makes it sound as though he’s the only one to get pleasure out of it, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. It’s almost like foreplay, really. This little secret you can't wait to reveal. All day, anticipation bubbled low in your stomach from the moment the idea popped into your head. ‘What would really cheer him up?’ You can already see the look on his face, imagine how desperately he’d take you right then, like he couldn’t bear another second without being inside you, however he wanted.

You’ve been thinking about your husband so much that the creak of the front door opening and closing makes your thighs clench, like you’re no better than one of Pavlov’s trained dogs.

Assuming he’d be late again, you haven’t gotten any further than spreading some ingredients along the counter before you hear him announce himself. But tonight, he’s right on time. Even better.

Eren finds you in the kitchen, already starting his usual ‘work sucked’ rant, when the sight of you has him shutting up. He stops dead in his tracks, just like you’d hoped. He’d undone the first button of his collared shirt, tie loosened around his neck, and he wore this look on his face like you were a welcomed—very, very welcomed—surprise.

Rush hour was a bitch; Eren was too busy white-knuckling the steering wheel to consider this as a possibility for tonight. But then you greet him with that soft smile of yours, the one that would appear innocent to anyone else, and he almost wants to laugh like he should have known better. But you’re like a magnet; he’s only capable of drawing in closer.

He comes to hug you from behind, his hands smoothing down your sides as he holds you close. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck, warming and tickling your skin in a mixture of kisses and faint breaths through his nose.

You’re already spilling giggly moans when you say, “Hi to you, too.”

It’s met with a drunken ‘Hi,’ murmured against your skin between open-mouthed kisses. His hands never slow, enjoying their way over every inch of your body. They slide beneath your tank top and up your front to cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging, rolling your nipples in his fingers until he can pinch and pull flimsy whines from you. With each one, you can feel another of his needy ruts, his cock incredibly stiff against your ass even through his slacks. It only takes a few of those before you’re biting your lip at the metallic rustling of him removing his belt.

Once that’s out of the way, his pants now pooled on the kitchen tile, the only barrier remaining is your sleep shorts. Hardly a barrier, if you ask him; they’re shamefully thin, after all. Perfectly made for pushing aside for easy-access fucking, and you were even considerate enough to forget your panties.

Eren slips a hand between your legs, trailing the tips of his fingers through you. It ignites a shiver through you, has your hips wiggling for more. But Eren isn’t any better. When he discovers how wet you are already, how you probably spent the afternoon fantasizing about being used, it absolutely wrecks him.

Eren licks his hand before returning it to your pussy, rubbing tight circles against your clit. Then, without warning, his fingers only leave you to grab your ass, spreading you for him. His other angles his cock against you before thrusting inside.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he says as he bottoms out. The end of it’s nothing more than a hedonistic hiss, lost in the feeling of you squeezing him, trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion.

Your mouth gapes on a hitched breath, eyes screwing shut as your palms press into the counter in a vain attempt to keep yourself upright. But it only takes another thirty seconds of snapping hips, the head of his cock reaching that ‘don’t fucking stop’ spot deep inside you, before your arms start to stutter.

He pins you to the cold granite with a hand flattened against the middle of your back. It’s soon replaced by him—the weight of his body, the heat of it—against yours as you’re smushed and bent over the counter.

Eren’s hand bullies its way between you and the counter to play with your clit again. He likes it best when you come together, if he can manage it.

And he does tonight. The moment he feels your body twitch beneath him, hears the intoxicating tune of your depraved cries, the steady pounding of his hips falters. As you teeter the peak of your high, your pussy fluttering oh-so nicely around his cock, he comes, hard. You swear you can feel the pulsing of his cock as he fills you, fucking it deeper as he eases himself down.

You’re both trying to catch your breath when you feel him rest his forehead against the sticky back of your neck. He leaves you with a kiss on the same spot before turning your limp body to face him. You’re so tired he thinks it’s cute.

Eren scoops you into his arms. You know the drill, so you loop your arms around his neck and hook your legs around his waist.

Still a bit delirious, that fuzzy, warm feeling still burning in your chest, you say, “I need to make dinner.”

“No, you don’t,” he says, walking you through the house. “We’re ordering in tonight, after I draw us a bath.”

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Drive-In Distraction

Tonight's horror movie double-feature won't be the only thing that has you wanting to scream

✩ content: ~5.6k word count. eren jaeger x female reader. modern au, established relationship, porn without plot, fluff, teasing, oral sex (m!receiving), PIV sex, public sex, quiet sex, exhibitionism, slight overstimulation, come fucking, dirty talk, praise, spit, explicit sexual content, explicit language. reader discretion advised. 18+ only

“Eren!”

The scold left you in a harsh whisper, only after you realized where his hand was venturing. Once innocently on your thigh, giving you sweet intermittent squeezes, now traveling higher and higher.

This was not the place to start fooling around with each other.

Earlier that day, Eren tossed you the idea of going to the drive-in theater, said it was the perfect activity for the season since they were showing a late-night horror movie double-feature.

‘Those still exist?’ you asked him. He gave you some sarcastic answer—‘No, I just made it up for fun’—before the two of you were throwing all the pillows and blankets you could find into the trunk of his hatchback.

Eren had pushed the backseats down until they were flat, and you made a makeshift bed, laying out an old duvet first then layering on the rest. It ended up being comfy, at least enough to cuddle up and watch back-to-back movies together.

But you hadn’t even gotten halfway through the first one before Eren started getting antsy, which in hindsight, you probably should have seen coming.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” your boyfriend lilted, that familiar chime of amusement ringing through his voice. It was the tell-tale sign he was trying to fluster you, and he knew he was succeeding.

But he couldn’t help himself; you were too easy to play with.

Despite your warning glare, Eren’s fingers settled in the crease of your thigh. He traced over it, feeling the band of your underwear beneath your leggings.

“C’mon, I’m bored.”

“We’ve been here, like, thirty minutes. How could you possibly be bored already?”

He hummed, straightening out in his seat to snake an arm between your back and the pillows. He hooked his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re distracting me.”

This was his plan from the start, wasn’t it? You wanted to say it was unbelievable, but it was anything but. Either way, you didn’t stop the giggle that left you; a little one, and only because you thought his flagrant attempts at flattery were endearing.

“How?” you challenged, knowing damn well you haven’t done anything besides watch the movie and debate if you were up for the hike to the concession stand on the opposite side of the lot.

“Because you’re so cute—” Eren cajoled.

His breath warmed the side of your neck as he inched even closer. The tip of his nose fit into the dip beneath your ear as he nuzzled into you.

“—And pretty.”

His lips met your skin and a spark skipped down your spine. You shivered, unable to hold it back. Eren gave a wry chuckle as he smoothed over your thigh reassuringly. It was teasing but gentle, irritatingly soft. After another kiss, you finally allowed your eyes to flutter shut.

His lips—then his tongue—were hot as he left lazy kisses, as many as if he were dotting the night sky, taking as much time as he pleased despite being in the open trunk of his car. Not a single inch of you, from the lobe of your ear to your collarbone, went neglected.

You dug a palm into the billows of blankets to keep upright. You had tunnel vision to Eren and only Eren. The movie playing through the radio was white noise, buzzing beneath the drumming of your heart. Your tiny breaths sharpened as you tried to wrangle in the oxygen to bring your head back to Earth.

“Eren.” When you said his name this time, it wasn’t a hiss. It was flimsy on your exhale, nearly dying on your tongue. He shushed you with soft coos murmured into the crook of your neck.

As your head tipped to one side, Eren caught your jaw, holding you there as he licked and sucked and nipped. He was only kissing you, not even on your mouth, and already you felt helpless to him. He had wrapped you up in that sensual minute, or ten, or maybe an entire hour—you didn’t know. You were lost in the tangle of pillows and blankets, twisting the fabric between your fist as if it would ground you. The inky night had swaddled you, with only the old projector ahead illuminating your ever-trembling body.

Eren’s eager hand continued surveying you, exploring down the hollow of your collarbone to your chest, as if he hadn’t touched these parts of you countless times before. His hand followed the curve of your breast tentatively, waiting to see what reaction it’d elicit from you.

When he expected a swatted hand, he was only gifted a wordless sound, almost like a purr. His smirk seared into the thin skin of your neck as he teased your breast. He reveled in how your body reacted to him, sensitive to his touch even through your top; your nipple perking between his fingers and the patter of your heart against his palm. He craved nothing more than to strip you of it, free you of it so he could feel your softness with nothing in between. This would have to do for now.

He decided to push his luck anyway, his hand straying further, lower. Your sternum, your stomach…

Your shoulder scrunched to your ear in a flinch. “I don’t know, Eren. Maybe we should wait until we’re home.”

“I don’t wanna wait that long,” he breathed against you. He couldn’t wait that long, not now. Not with the way his cock was already straining against his sweatpants, aching to feel you, any way you’d let him.

Every word was laced with desire, burning hot against your ear. They pooled in the low part of your stomach and dripped down to your toes. With every raspy syllable, Eren’s voice faded as his need overtook him. Despite your nervous squirming—and your better judgment—your legs began to spread, making room for his hand to cup between your legs.

He only touched you through your leggings at first, but he could still feel your heat, the shake in your thighs when he pressed down, right on your clit. Already, you had sucked in your lip, muffling whatever sound wanted to escape. It was so cute, how easily you folded for him.

Once he stuck his hand beneath, bypassing your underwear entirely, you shuddered when his fingers met your bare skin. Not because they were cold; you expected cold. They were warm, his skin already ablaze with arousal as he brushed the tips of his fingers over you, through you, but never daring to dip further. It would be easy, if he wanted to, what with how wet you were after just a few strategic neck bites. But he wanted to tease you. Just a little.

Eren pinched your chin, angling you for another kiss. There was a certain stiffness about you, only in your lips; the rest of you couldn’t stay still. Between kisses and your little gasps, you whispered, “We’re going to get caught.”

“That’s what makes it fun.”

On sheer coincidence (or the universe’s knack for impeccable timing), a blood-curdling shriek blared through the radio and tore straight through the tension in the car. You lurched forward, sitting up as tall as if a teacher had smacked your desk while nodding off—or if someone had caught you with your boyfriend’s hand down your pants.

“Someone’s jumpy,” Eren poked. You dropped your hand from your chest, ready to shove him away, when he held your face again. He brought you back to him in an attempt to quell your rampant anxiety. “Seriously, no one’s gonna come this way. Don’t worry.”

Your eyes flitted from his face, to the screen, then back to him. Through squished cheeks, you asked, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

He punctuated it with a kiss on the tip of your nose, then one on your lips. He tilted into you with his hand curving around the back of your head. Immediately, you were his, opening your mouth and tempting his tongue to find yours.

His fingers effortlessly return to your clit. He began to rub circles, slow at first, feeling how soft you were, how your swollen, needy pussy gave beneath. You started to pant harder against him, your moving lips growing erratic. He tightened his circles, quickening them and playing your body as though it were an instrument he’d mastered, knowing which touches had you quivering and which had you whining—most importantly, which would make you come the quickest.

Your hips wiggled against his hand, angling and trying to get more out of him. You wanted him inside you, and you wanted it badly.

As you expected, you felt his breathy laugh against your mouth. “See? Not so scary now, is it?”

Even if you were to humor the question, you wouldn’t have had the chance to before he parted you and pushed a finger inside. A small sound left you, again when he began to drag his finger in and out of you, curling it just the right way. You had to stay quiet. Your throat tightened, desperate to keep your tiny whines from turning into bleats bursting from your chest. You were only capable of a whisper of, “More,” mumbly and wet against his mouth.

Eren maintained his composure, smartly asking, “Feels good, huh?”

He already knew the answer; he didn’t need to ask. He only did it for his own benefit, pining to hear it come from you. To take in the sounds of your croons and cries as you plead for him again and tuck them away for later.

He didn’t wait for your answer; he didn’t have the restraint for it. Eren inserted a second finger, always willing to please his girlfriend, giving her whatever she wanted, even when she was an incoherent mess—especially when she was an incoherent mess.

Once he did, he could practically taste the lust on your tongue, delving deeper and spilling into his mouth. The kiss, if one could call it that, turned shameless clumsy, his fingers pumping until he reached the pace that had you fluttering around his knuckles.

You were lost in a swirl of heady breaths, the air of the trunk growing thick and coiling around you with your lower half sweltering under the blankets. Still, you managed to lift them and reach a hand beneath, caressing over the top of Eren’s thigh. The muscle tensed as you went, grazing up his leg just as he had with you.

You palmed over the front of his sweats, again when you realized how hard he had been for you. His abdomen flexed and relaxed. There was a delicious relief in your touch, even if plenty of layers still separated you. Too many for Eren’s liking.

Riled up beyond belief, it only took a few chaste strokes before Eren was lifting his hips to meet you, instinctively working his cock against your hand in search of more pressure—more anything.

Of course, the heavy petting was fun, but think of how much more fun you could have. Not fooling and fumbling like teenagers who snuck into an R-rated movie, but upping the ante, seeing truly how far you could go without getting caught.

A little risk never scared him off before.

Eren pulled away to catch his breath, smiling at you all big with this wicked look on his face; the look of a winner. He had taken you by both wrists and dragged you along with him, following wherever he led you. In his hands, you were like putty or dough or clay—you were no more than something waiting to be warmed and molded in whichever way he desired, crafted to fit him and only him.

But you were more than willing. And luckily for you, Eren was just as malleable in your delicate hands. Neither of you could turn back now, even if you wanted to.

The flashing screen cast a cool light on the side of your face, catching the sheen of your bottom lip. What was left of your kiss was wiped away by Eren as he thumbed over it.

“You wanna do this?” he asked, still with that same sideways grin.

You nodded excitedly, emphasized it by tugging down his waistband. His hands only left you to help, one shuffling his sweatpants lower while the other expertly held the blanket over your laps.

The blanket was fleecy and thick, opaque enough to block out any lights. You could barely see a thing, but you do make out the way his cock slapped against his lower abs once you had his boxers down. You reached for him, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes flickered to the screen, then downward once more. Not a soul in sight—or at least, you weren’t in their sights.

You took him in your hand and even that, the feeling of your fingertips grazing him, made his breathing stutter. When you wrapped your fingers around him, slightly tightening your grip, you only had to pump a few slow times before you thought you could feel his heartbeat in his cock.

Eren lifted the blanket high enough to steal a peek at your hand on him. He watched the fluid movement of your wrist, up and down, quickening after you thumbed over his tip, slick with precome.

He couldn’t think of a time he’d been this turned on by a hand job, probably not since his first one. Each time his eyelids lidded, he’d have to force them back open to scan the surroundings, just in case. You were a bit preoccupied to care, his hand back where it belonged as he fucked you with his fingers. It made it hard for you to focus on much else, your jaw already falling ever so slack.

Even Eren had to admit the inherent risk had his heart thumping faster. But unlike you, it didn’t frighten him. It exhilarated him. He found himself already fighting back the urge to come from the thrill alone. All the while, you had this nervous tremble in your hand, as if you were this innocent little thing; he knew better than to believe that. Still, he found you extremely endearing, only making it harder for him to not pin you down and ruin you right there. Imagine how cute you would look if you were to really get caught.

Each time he stuffed his fingers inside you fully, your steady hand would stagger. Your effort was put towards jerking him off, but your concentration faltered so effortlessly; you were never one for multitasking. Especially when Eren’s huffs through his nose turned ragged each time you paid extra attention to the tip of his cock, palming and squeezing gently.

“God, I wanna taste you so badly right now,” Eren exhaled. His cock throbbed at the thought.

You tried to respond, but his fingers were unrelenting, thick and dragging against your walls in a way you could only describe as lewd. The pace, the sound—the fact that the crotch of your leggings was soaked through.

“Ah-hah.” You swallowed hard. “A-absolutely not. People will see.”

You didn’t know how it would even work in such a tight space—with plenty of head bumps and leg cramps, you supposed.

“Hm,” Eren muttered, seemingly unhappy with your answer. His fingers slipped from you, collected some of your wetness, then began flicking over your clit. It yanked another sound from you, absolutely pathetic and ripped from the very depths of your throat.

His fingers were drenched in your arousal, smooth and slick, trained on your undoing. He stopped short of it, slithering his hand from your leggings and bringing them to your mouth.

“Guess this will have to do,” he told you just before sucking them, savoring your sweetness on his tongue, “until we get home.”

Eren’s brazen ways never ceased to ruffle you. Your cheeks flared hot, even more once he wrapped his wetted fingers around his length, jerking himself off. Making a show of it, too. The slippery sound of him coating his cock with you, darkened eyes locked onto yours. Little groans fell from him, lips slightly parted like he was high off you.

Ripples of electricity pulsed through you, encouraged you, while your thighs could only clench at the sight. He didn’t even need to touch you for you to fall apart. But just because he couldn’t touch you the way he wanted—couldn’t taste you—didn’t mean you couldn’t.

You perched to your knees and dove under the blanket. Before he could even blink, you had his cock upright in your hand, lapping up the length of it.

“Shit,” he hissed, way louder than he should have.

You poked your head out, still playing with him in your hand. “This is why I didn’t want to do this.”

“I—sorry.” Eren’s voice was off-kilter, his hips twitching unwittingly with your lips mere centimeters from the tip of his cock. “I’ll shut up. Just—keep going. Please.”

You saw the needy look in his eye, and a smile crossed your face. You decided to steal from his bag of tricks, lightly pestering, “Gonna be quiet for me?”

You licked your lips before darting your tongue along his head. He groaned, first in annoyance, but it tapered into a fervorous sound, sultry to your ears. You gazed up at him with big eyes, lashes batting, and waited for him to say anything.

The sight of your pretty face, his cock against your pretty, pink tongue, had him muttering, “Fuck me.”

“Maybe later.” You winked and finally started to take him into your mouth. You heard the thud his head gave as it hit the back of the car seat.

With every bob of your head, you swallowed more of him down your throat. It made your mouth water, had saliva dripping down the length of him and over your fist as you worked the base of his cock.

You had your eyes shut and your attention fixed on Eren and nothing but Eren. Everything else might as well have faded to black. Your ears thrummed with the husky sound of his voice, whispering curses each time you wrapped your lips around him and hollowed your cheeks. You only felt his hand on you, fingertips tickling from between your shoulder blades to your tailbone. He palmed over your ass, groping the fat of it, and had you moaning around his cock. He must have felt it, the vibrating hum of your throat, because the blunt of his nails dug into your skin as if your leggings weren’t even there.

You only popped up when you heard laughter. It was distant, but still enough to make your stomach drop.

“No one can see us right?” you asked through scarce breaths. You turned to look out, crooked your head from side to side, searching for any lurking eyes, but you only saw the cars parked in front of you, entirely unchanged.

Eren leered down at you. Your eyes were wet; the corners of them caught what little light there was. Each time you blinked, a tear threatened to break your waterline as though it were a dam. There was spit on your chin, your lips were cock and kiss-swollen and slick, and dear God did he want to take a picture.

He gulped, only mumbling a dazy, “You’re good.”

You decided to trust him. Before he knew it, you had him back in your mouth, right where you had left off. You focused on breathing through your nose to hold back a gag as you took as much of his length as you could. You swallowed and sucked, and each time he nudged the back of your throat, it’d tighten around him and make his stomach clench. And when your nose finally brushed against his pelvis, you felt him shiver, his hand balling the fabric of your shirt in his hand.

This was when Eren would normally talk you through it. Sugar-coated praises sprinkled between all the dirty things he wanted you to do. Gag on it, choke on it, grunting while he fucked your mouth and babbling about you how beautiful you look while taking him, only him. Obscenities you shouldn’t love but did, each one always warming your chest with that fuzzy-duckling feeling, even though you were in the wolf’s clutches. You missed hearing him, but if you gagged now, it would be too loud, and Eren had already promised you he’d shut up.

Honestly, you were impressed he could bite his tongue even this long. This was the most you’d ever seen him hold back; he was more so the give-it-his-all type, lacking any sort of restraint. You wouldn't think he’d ever heard of the word ‘self-control’ before—which was exactly why you never did anything like this in the past. Never fucking when his previous roommate was home or when you’d visit his parents, even if he begged for it. You knew you’d never be able to look them in the eyes afterward.

You were sure he was only quiet now, besides small groans and tight breaths, because the consequence was that his cock would lose the wet heat of your mouth. No, he couldn’t let himself go right now, not entirely, and it probably felt like a cruel trick he played on himself.

But Eren didn’t need to say a single thing for you to know exactly what he was thinking. You could feel it in the way you held his eyes, like you were too captivating to look away. And whenever your hair fell and blocked his view—a view wouldn’t dare go a second without—he’d dotingly pet it away from your face.

And you certainly didn’t need to question it when he breathed, “God, I fucking love you,” with his head thrown back in ecstasy, your name like a shiver surging through him.

Then, the Eren you knew, and loved, returned.

“Fuck, I need you.”

He said it as though he was submitting, like his carnal impulses had finally bested him—as if they already hadn’t from the moment he got handsy with you, kissing your neck.

He pulled you off his cock, and you choked for air in surprise. His hands immediately went for your leggings, removing them, along with your underwear, in one quick tug.

You squealed—for a lot of reasons, actually. The crisp night air against your bare skin. The lack of consideration he had for your whereabouts. You snatched the blanket to shield yourself, your eyes darting every which way to see if anyone noticed.

Eren’s hands were heavy against the grooves of your skin, weighed down with hunger as he repositioned you to his liking. He had you straddling his lap in reverse, like he thought you wanted to watch the movie while he fucked you.

“That way you can keep watch,” You could hear the cheeky grin in his voice, “so you don’t have to be so nervous.”

You half-laughed because it wasn’t much better at all. It only made you feel dirtier for what you were about to do. That wasn’t about to stop you, though. You could feel his cock, hot and glazed in your spit, against your thigh, and you could only think about how much you wanted it inside you.

“What if the car starts to shake?” you asked.

His hands smoothed down your back until he pinched your ass. When you startled, he only chuckled, “Damn, how hard were you planning on going?”

Eren shoved a hand between your legs. He glided his fingers along your slit, relishing the little wiggle you gave in response. By the time the pads of his fingers met your clit, they were slick, rubbing and slipping against you.

“Eren, please. We don’t have time for this,” you said, but it was hardly a warning. Your voice warbled, the end of it getting pitchy with pleasure. You could pretend all you wanted, but you loved it, every drawn-out second of it.

He could imagine the look of anticipation on your face. You were probably gnawing on your bottom lip, your nose scrunching cutely every time he dared to dip inside you, but only because you were hoping it’d be his cock instead of his fingers.

You had the blanket clutched to you, your grip tightening as he continued to toy with you. Shame heatedly prickled down your neck—shame for how utterly shameless you felt about the situation.

Eren grabbed your ass with both hands, spreading you as he debated thrusting inside you then. He wanted nothing more than to give your cheek a resounding slap with an open palm. He opted for his cock instead, slapping the head of it against you a few times.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, almost as if he didn’t know if he was talking to you or himself.

Your heart was hammering against your ribcage, so hard that you thought it wanted to break free. You were running on nothing but adrenaline, an intoxicating concoction of danger and being unbelievably turned on by said danger.

Eren always enjoyed the reaction he’d pull from you whenever he’d first slide his cock into you; it hadn’t changed since the first time you had sex. A sharp inhale through your nose, your mouth dropping into a tiny ‘O.’ Your eyes would squeeze close only to flutter back open, but he couldn’t see that part now. And if you could manage it, you’d grab onto him wherever you could. Tonight, you dug your nails into his left thigh. He hardly felt it, more transfixed on the way you tightened around the head of his cock.

He waited for your clench to relax before sinking you down onto him, lower. Choppy moans left the both of you right when your ass was smushed against his pelvis, when he was buried inside you fully. And again, only from Eren, when you started to move before he could.

You took him with long strokes, every inch of him dragging in and out of you with his tip nearly kissing your entrance before you’d repeat it, again and again. Your movements were far from smooth, your legs straining, and your breath still caught up in your throat. But once you realized nothing had changed—the movie was still playing, and not so much as a headlight flicked on—you began to bounce on your knees.

It wasn’t long before the sound of sex began to reverberate off the walls and fill the cramped trunk. The salacious smacking of skin on skin, all those little pants spilling from you, ones you couldn’t stifle no matter how tightly you sealed your lips. So long as everyone still had their radios on, there was no way they could hear you. That was what you told yourself, repeating it with every roll of your hips. Even if they could, you couldn’t find it within you to stop now.

Eren splayed a hand against your lower back, slipping it until it flattened against your stomach. He held you upright as you continued taking his cock; it looked less conspicuous that way, if that were even possible.

The new angle stole a gasp from you, your release already building, a rapturous bloom you could feel in every part of your body. Your toes threatening to curl, thighs shaking like you had just run a marathon. Your shirt clung to you, your sweat like a film across your skin. Inside, you were on the verge of bursting into flames, but on the outside, goosebumps scattered your skin, your sweat like ice in the autumn air. It was almost too much. Too much, but so good. The only thing you could do was keep going with your hand sealed over your mouth.

Of course it went to Eren’s head. He loved it, seeing you physically have to restrain yourself from crying out. But there would be time for that later, when you’d really need it while coming on his cock. Right now, he still wanted to hear you, see just how far he could bend you before you broke.

He kept his voice low while he demanded, “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

Your hand remained firmly over your mouth.

Eren wrapped his hand around your elbow and forced your arm to your side. You gave a short ‘ah,’ finally able to get a full breath.

He asked again, “It’s all mine, right?”

“Yours,” you whispered, quiet, but Eren could still make out the whine in it. “Yours. It’s all yours.”

If you could see it, you would have smacked that lopsided smirk right off his face. Thankfully for him, you couldn’t. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to look at you.

“I—shit,” he hissed, interrupted by another rock of your hips. He couldn’t bring himself to stop you, practically hypnotized by every jiggle of your ass, but after a couple of seconds passed, he continued, “Need to see you. C’mere.”

Eren lifted you off him, turning you as you swung your leg around to straddle him. You draped the blanket over your back, pinning one of its corners to your chest.

He guided you back down on his cock with hands on your hipbones, thumbing small circles against you.

When your eyes met, a smile warmed his face. “There’s my girl.”

He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, with you nuzzling into him like a kitten.

Eren led this time, holding you there for him to fuck into. He was slow at first, taking you with languid thrusts, letting himself readjust to you before he started pounding into you with hips rising off the floor. From there, well, it quickly spiraled into frenzied fucking, a mad dash in which you were both racing towards your releases.

He shoved your shirt over your tits, placed the hem of it in your mouth not only to keep it out of his way but also to stop you from moaning any more than you already were. His large hands massaged over your breasts, cupping and bringing them to his mouth. He buried his face in your chest, kissing and licking over your sensitive skin, lipping over your nipples and flicking them with his tongue. And when his teeth gently grazed over them, you bit down on your shirt to suppress your whines.

Eren released your tits only to see you hopelessly grind against him. He began to thumb over your clit, trying to tip you over the edge. You were close, your head already thrown back with your pussy throbbing around him.

He admired you then. Your bouncing tits, the slight sheen across your stomach. He watched his cock disappear inside of you, in and out, in and out.

“What did I say before? So damn pretty.”

“Close,” you choked. “I’m close.”

Your head flung forward, chin tucked to your chest as your entire body tightened. Eren’s hand found the nape of your neck, bringing you close enough that your foreheads pressed together.

You were staring straight into each other’s eyes as his hand came between you to clamp down on your mouth. “You gonna come for me?”

You nodded frantically, and that was all it took for you to reach your peak. It bubbled in your core until euphoria engulfed you in its flames. It set your nerves on fire, every fiber of every one, sparking in your chest and scorching through your lower back.

Once your balmy breaths against his palm had steadied, your irises glossing over like you were lost in a rose-tinted haze, Eren knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With that in mind, he didn’t feel so bad for losing control of himself. He only needed a minute.

Eren pushed you onto your back, your head landing toward the end of the trunk. He yanked the blanket with him, over him, as he mounted you, plunging into you to the hilt in one snap of his hips. He watched your eyes widen in shock, but the moment he was fucking you again, you went dumb to everything else.

The car had to be rocking now. There was no way it wasn’t.

You didn’t have the time to worry about it before Eren’s hips became reckless—correction: more reckless than they were already.

“I’m gonna come—fuck,” he groaned, drawing out the curse at the end.

His head dropped into the nook of your shoulder as he thrust into you fully one last time, rutting against you as if your bodies weren’t already flush.

When you were sure he’d spent himself, the tilts of his pelvis growing shallower until they settled, you started to sit up on your elbows.

His voice was gravelly as he grunted, “I’m not done,” right against your ear as he kept you there, fucking his come into you.

Borderline overstimulated, Eren couldn’t stop himself. He wanted you to take everything he gave you, and it still wasn’t enough. When he should be softening inside you, he was still hard, thinking about all the ways he’d have you once you were back at home.

He collapsed on top of you, collected himself, then pushed himself up. You followed, tucking the blanket under your armpits even though your entire body was in a sticky swelter. You wiped your forehead as you watched Eren slip his sweatpants back on before tossing his blanket aside.

He looked from the giant screen and back to you. He no longer recognized the movie, so he assumed, “Look, we even have some of the second movie left.”

You gave him those ‘you can’t be serious’ eyes. “You’re joking, right?”

Of course he was. But he held his silence as long as he could before his smile cracked through. Then he reached to close the trunk.

“That desperate for round two?” he taunted.

Eren started to climb between seats, like he wasn’t too big for it, to reach the front. It was better than facing everyone in the immediate vicinity after what he’d done.

He plopped into the driver’s seat and looked back at you. “If you insist.”

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