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“eyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time.”

♱ — katsuki bakugou + monsterfucking.

♱ — synopsis; katsuki’s been a bad fiancé recently, he tries to tell himself that it’s all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner — he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.

♱ — length; 5K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !

♱ — notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

“just eat her…katsuki…” 

“no, you can fuck right off.” 

“why not? she is unpleasant…katsuki…its not like we like her anyways…” 

for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his head— listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all aren’t what matter. red eyes drift to the devil’s incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat down— katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the woman’s skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.

“goodness, bakugou,” the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. “i’m paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slob— you look awful, and at my only daughter’s engagement party!” she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it. 

“see? you are a loser, bakugou.”

he wasn’t dressed that bad, sure, it wasn’t the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt you’d told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work but— it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. that’s all that mattered.

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make it fit !! 

CHARACTERS: Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru

SUMMARY: Not a big fan of newcomers Satoru Gojo and Suguru Getou, you hesitate on signing the job. Once you see the paycheck, you quickly agree to the job. Both of their cocks in one hole, that should be a piece of cake for you. Right?

WC: 10K

TAGS: double penetration, double penetration in one hole, double vaginal penetration, vaginal fingering, oral (m receiving), cum play, nipple play, brief geto x gojo, choking, male masturbation, mutual masturbation (gojo & geto), choking, breeding kink, praise kink, spit swallowing, gojo has nipple piercings, geto has tattoos

A/N: This was originally posted to ao3, so that’s why it may seem familiar. Also I am currently in the process of crossposting my works from ao3 to here, so there will be more coming soon! 

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Kirara ⭐️

warnings: fem!bodied reader, slight choking

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of perfect habits. He's diligent about his surroundings, conscious about his health, passionate about his work and is the epitome of a gentleman.

However there's one habit of his that always has your attention- no matter where you are.

Sakusa Kiyoomi manspreads.

Sitting down on the bench during a time-out, head tipped back as he sucks in mouthfuls of water as his legs spread even more, shorts straining against bulging thighs-

Dropping onto the leather couch after a long publicity event, still dressed in his perfectly starched suit, dark green tie just slightly loosened, slacks stretched tight as he rests his head on the back of the couch, throat bared-

Or like now, lounging in your chair, dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants watching you flit around, getting dressed for a friend's birthday dinner.

"Do you think I should wear pants? I feel like pants will suit this situation better than a dress."

"Mhm, you could wear those tan ones, the ones you bought last week."

You pause, thinking about it, letting your eyes drift over to the man in question. He has a book open in his hand, glasses resting on his nose- looking so painfully delicious. You have half a mind to give up on the evening and curl up on his lap instead.

"-and you always look pretty no matter what, so you should just wear what you want to."

"I- yeah, thanks Kiyo," you say, having missed most of what he had been saying.

He hums in response as you root through your closet, looking for the pants in question. Finding them, you quickly tug them on, removing the towel you had been wearing and make your way out of the closet.

"Well? What do you think?," you ask, turning in front of him so that he has a full view of the silhouette of the pants.

Dark eyes peruse your body, lingering on your hands shielding your bare chest, the curve of your lower back and coming back to meet yours.

"Come closer love, I need a better look," he murmurs, reaching out to tug slightly on a belt loop, pulling you to stand between his legs. Large hands grips your waist as he slows drags them down, sliding over your ass until they rest on the back of your thighs.

You feel a bolt of heat through you as you press your legs closer.

"You should try sitting down, to see if you're comfortable."

"Yeah, I'll just- ," you make to move away, but his hands hold you steady.

"I meant sit down here, love."

You swallow, allow him to turn you, and slowly lower yourself on his spread legs, biting your cheek as your naked back comes in contact with his warm chest. His hands pull yours away, and your head falls back on his shoulders as he palms your breasts, pinching at your nipples.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes Kiyo, very."

He continues his ministrations, growing bolder as he plays with your breasts, rolling, tugging and pulling at your nipples until you feel yourself soak through the pants. A hand slides down your stomach, undoing the clasp of your pants and slips in, brushing slightly against your folds.

"So wet love, are you sure you should be like this now? You do have to leave in an hour."

"Fuck, Kiyoomi touch me, please."

Fingers part your folds and you feel the cool metal of his ring press against your clit, as he dips a finger inside. Slowly pushing past your gummy walls, he keeps going until it brushes against a spot that has you whining.

"Kiyo- Kiyo, please just, oh-"

He's moving his other hand upto your mouth now, two fingers pushing past you lips, resting on your tongue.

"Ah, what am I going to do with you? You really shouldn't miss this dinner," he coos, ring now grinding against your clit, making you see stars.

You let out a low moan as he pushes another finger inside you, removing his hand from your mouth and sliding it down to grip your throat. Pressing your throat lightly, he begins fucking you with his fingers, hitting that soft spot continously.

You're so, so close, just on the precipice of coming- when he stops. You whine at the loss, immediately moving your own hands to finish the job when he grabs both of your wrists.

"Now you're going to put on some panties and attend your dinner. If you're a good girl and come back early, I'll tie you up and use you like my personal cocksleeve. Is that okay, my love?"

A smirk graces his marble features, dark eyes glinting playfully. You nod, mouth partly slightly at his words, too turned on to say anything else.

"See you later, then."

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

SAY YOU LOVE ME.

eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

note from pooh: this turned out to be longer than expected lmao, writing smut after a long time is so hard omg i never know what the hell to say, hopefully it's not that obvious. i'm not too happy with it but i'm so over re-writing it at this point hahaha.

WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account. Minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the banister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your decent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tussled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a women in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fist balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure, on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, taking his hand in yours. To his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body stick and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming your door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your hair you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed as he narrowly dodged object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breathes and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his lips met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshiping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths it’s way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hip shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good to baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some cooperate kiss-ass who shoveled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss in your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

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*grabby hands* dilf!nanami hcs..

DILF!NANAMI

match up ꑘ dilf!nanami x nanny!reader [afab + fem!reader, she/her prns]

tags/warnings ꑘ age gap [reader is 26/nanami is 37], mentions of kids, illness comfort, alcohol use, pet names, domesticity kink, marking [hickies + biting + scratching + m.receiving], sex toys [vibe], oral [f.receiving], mating press, overstim, aftercare-ish

ro's notes ꑘ hehehe now honey yk me so well 🤭 also i may have flushed this one out since i love it sm but i hope u don’t mind 🤧

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose hand was practically forced when it came to hiring a nanny, his promotion taking precious time away from his twins, yuuji and sukuna. “i’m sorry, boys, but i’m sure you’ll love them. i’ll only hire the best for you two.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who shocked you the second he opened the door to his apartment, his sharp jaw and handsome features making you stutter out your hello, him returning with, “you must be ms. [y/n]. nice to meet you, dear.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who found it hard to dislike you even at your newly constant presence, because even when the kids were at school, you were there, cleaning the house or asking him if he needed anything from the market. “well, suk wanted some mango and yuj some strawberries, so would you like a fruit with your “school” lunch like them.” the smile and giggle making his heart pick up pace

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose favorite weekend activity was quickly going to the park with you and the twins, loving how you would tease and pick at them but still give them the encouragement and support they needed “yuuji your hairs a mess—come ‘ere so i can fix it, baby.” “sukuna, look at me for a sec and why don’t you tell me why you’ve started crying, hun.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose favorite weekend activity was quickly going to the park with you and the twins, loving how you would tease and pick at them but still give them the encouragement and support they needed “yuuji your hairs a mess—come ‘ere so i can fix it, baby.” “sukuna, look at me for a sec and why don’t you tell me why you’ve started crying, hun.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who started to depend on you on more than just an employee level, enjoying your ‘non-nanny’ days when the twins would spend the night at their friend, megumi’s home and you would sit with him on the couch and talk for a few hours “mmm, i see. so your boss wants you to newbies work? doesn’t seem fair.” even falling asleep on his shoulder one night

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who began to care for you quicker than expected, your kindness and optimism oftentimes overtaking his pessimistic, tired days, leaving him to yearn for your return from picking up the twins from school. “don’t rush,” is what he’d tell you but may have paced back and forth in front of the main window while he waited when he should be writing emails

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who reveled in your presence during the summer months when the four of you traveled to the Netherlands for some time away from the city—Nanami saying the reason was that was were his great grandfather was from. “i’ll be honest with you,,,i’ve never met that man in my life but it is beautiful here, isn’t it?”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who loved having your bedroom next to his rather than across the apartment, loved hearing your music play when you showered, hearing you murmur to your family over the phone, and dance around when you got tipsy late at night

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who forced you to the doctors when you got a cold, sending the boys to the old couple next door that had been dying to spend the day with them

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who then let the twins have a sleep over so he could sit by your bed that night and rush to the bathroom for cool wash cloths when you gained a fever, then falling asleep with his head at the foot of your bed

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fell ill shortly after you got better and was possible too ecstatic to have you dozing off on his bed after taking his temperature instead “such a cozy sleeper,” he thought before joining you in slumber

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was accidentally too touchy one night, putting his hand on your lower back and kissing your cheek before you left the kitchen to get ready for bed, saying, “goodnight, sunshine.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was knocking on your bedroom door after a day of the two of you playing with the kids in the garden. “mr. kento? i’m in the bath, but you can come in.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who nervously walked toward your bathroom, only to pause outside the open doorframe, twisting to rest his back against the wall. “a bath? you never take those.” “well after my shower i was feeling a bit sore.”

“hm…im sure there’s a spa in town. you’ve been working so hard. why don’t you take the day off to enjoy yourself, get a massage?”

“mmm, i don’t know.” and maybe there had been a two time empty wine glass sitting on the edge of that tub. “i don’t think i’d want anyone but you to touch me when I’m so close to be naked.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fumbled the bag he soooo desperately wanted. “uh, some other time. I actually came to ask you something.”,

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had successfully stumbled through asking to make you dinner when the boys would be with the neighbors for a few days. “it’s almost time to head back to Tokyo—wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for us so far.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fed you a homemade meal and a bottle of wine that left you sitting on his lap, playing the his unbuttoned white shirt, chewing on your lip while his smooth voice washed over you. “your voice is so sexy,” you slurred, pawing at his chest. “it’s like…fuckable- want your voice to fuck me, mr. nanami”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who let you kiss on his neck while holding your hips still, “why don’t we get you to bed?”, only to learn you had fell asleep and he would be trudging through the house with you in his arms to put you to bed

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who refused to have the childish “i’m embarrassed and i’m sorry” from you, quickly correcting that if he hadn’t enjoyed it you would’ve known and the bruises in his neck was a lasting reminder of how long he let you kiss and suck at his throat

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who wasted no time in taking the chores off your hands for the next couple of days and him standing over the sink, washing the dishes, shouldn’t have made you ache as much as it did

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was suddenly aware of the vibrating sound coming from your bedroom; he’d heard it before but now that he’d pieced it together he may have tried to listen a bit closer

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had knocked on your door and now had one of your legs over his shoulder while he sucked on your clit and licked through your folds in the middle of the doorway “such a pretty thing,” was muffled because of your hands keeping his head buried in your cunt

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who did his best to be loving when he got you on the bed, did his best to fuck you slow and sweet, “it’s been so long, [y/n].” but your pleas for him to be more rough broke his resolve. “i’m begging, kento. i wanna cry- make me cry, please. please, fuck me harder.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose blonde hair was messy with sweat while your hands clawed at his back. “hell, you feel so good and your fucking nails.” his thrusts forced you to grab ahold of the headboard to keep from having your head slammed into the wood.

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who took pride in pressing your legs to your chest and pumping loads of cum into your drenched cunt “you’ll take it all, won’t you?” loving how you screamed, “yes! yes, i will.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose eyes caught the vibrator sitting on your nightstand and quickly pressed it against your clit and watch you try and squirm away “c’mon stay still, beautiful.” “‘m tryinggg.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had you cum over and over till tears left your eyes to grace your cheeks. “kento- I’m- I can’t-” “i know, i know. one more for me, alright?” him, stroking your cheeks so lovingly like he wasn’t making you gasp for air and grit your teeth

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who, with ease, made you a mess on his dick, leaving you shaking against his chest after you had both came for the last time. “just relax. i’ve got you, dear.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who couldn’t have been happier to wake up next to you, your hands wrapped around his bicep, face squished against his bite mark covered shoulder. “love,,,we’ve got to get up…wait- uh, how do you feel? can you move?”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who made you breakfast in bed before running to the grab the twins from your neighbors. “i’ll be back right.” then listening to sukuna ask if you could come with them next summer. “hopefully and hopefully she’ll come with us when we go to Malaysia.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fell quick and even harder when you returned to Japan, ready to remove your nanny title to something more and closer to his heart. maybe even move your room closer to his

ꑘ AND DILF!NANAMI who had thoughts of proposing just a year later with a simple ring like you requested and at a bar in Malaysia where he had taken you on your first date of many dates “i think i wanna spend the rest of my life with you, move the out with you, travel with you, retire with you, do everything with. you..”

tagging ꑘ @sintiva @okhotel @chaotic-nick @missyasma @tonaken @nekoriots @wh0reforlevi @q-the-rockaholic @forwardpair @sugaslilsugabby @erenyeagerswhore @takemichiluvr @heartsfrommars + taglist

i think im gonna start writing again this year 😇😇

into it. — g. suguru

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: fem!reader, age gap (Getō 31, reader early 20s), virginity loss, fingering, virgin!brat!reader, brat tamer!geto, corruption kink, hatefucking, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, size difference, cum sharing, finger sucking, mirror sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of pet names (sweetheart, princess), name-calling (brat, slut), reader experiences slight pain discomfort, mentions of aftercare, skin color is not mentioned.

a/n: this is completely self indulgent and i am not sorry

for @k-ryuuguji 's lights camera action collab!

“Cut!” The director yelled out, sighing and pinching the bridge of their nose. “Everyone take an hour, get lunch. Y/N, Getō, stay back a minute.”

You knew what this was about. You had worked on this once scene for half the day without any progress. No matter what you tried or how you portray your character, it just wasn't playing out the way it was supposed to. But then again, it was hard to play the love interest of someone you hated.

Ever since joining the cast of Jujutsu Kaisen, you and Getō Suguru butted heads. You hated his type. You hated how he thought he was better than everyone and how he looked down on you for being the youngest cast member besides Itadori Yūji. Sure, he was damn near ten years older than you, but that didn't make you less of an actor or even a bad one at that. You were convinced that guys like him just had ego’s bigger than their dicks. It was just a way for them to compensate.

“Tension is good for the role sometimes,” Gege, the director, told you and your co-star. “But whatever you two have going on is not. Get it sorted before we come back from lunch.”

You clenched your jaw before smiling sweetly, “You got it.”

As they walked away, you glanced at Getō before scoffing. You didn't say anything to him, deciding to leave yourself. You had ramen in your dressing room that was calling your name. When you went to walk away, a large hand clamped down on your wrist.

“Where do you think you're going?” Getō questioned, narrowing his eyes. “We were told to work this out.”

You almost snarled, roughly removing yourself from his grip, “There's no way in hell we're working past that big ass ego of yours.”

“Watch your mouth, princess,” He glowered, stepping forward as if to intimidate you. “Don't forget I can have you blacklisted before our break is over.”

You rolled your eyes, “Typical. The girl says no and the man threatens her. I'm not afraid of you, Suguru. If you really want to ‘talk things out’, at least let me eat first. That's what a gentleman would do. You'd know that if you weren't such a barbarian.”

This time when you walked away from him, he followed along silently. For once, he finally shut the fuck up and you could actually hear yourself think with him around. By the time you made it to your dressing room, you'd forgotten he was right behind you. You just hoped you didn't have anything sitting out that he would make fun of you for, like your plushie collection.

In all honesty, Getō didn't know what to expect. Maybe a shrine in his honor or something of the like. With how much you claimed to not like him, he figured maybe it was because you're secretly in love with him. Every time he tried to think about what reasons you had for hating him, he came up empty handed. It wasn't like he was the one that started it, either. One day you were nice to him and the next you literally told him to go fuck himself.

So imagine his surprise when you looked at him and said, “You can start with an apology.”

“Me?” His eyebrows shot up, a bewildered laugh escaping him. “I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one with the issue here.”

It was true. Getō had no qualms with you. But, it didn't mean he would sit there and take your shit. He would give it back, and has done so plenty of times.

You scoffed in response, “If you're gonna deny it, you can just leave. I already told you I'm perfectly fine not being civil.”

“Will you stop acting like a fuckin’ kid?” He growled, watching you reach into the bag sitting on your vanity.

You glanced over your shoulder, smirk tugging at your lips, “Okay, daddy. Whatever you say.”

He knew full and well that you were simply testing his patience. But, the sultry tone you used was not at all necessary or fair. It left him even more shocked than before. He hated that. No one has ever made him feel this conflicted and confused before.

“This was stupid,” He tried to recover, but you'd already seen the blush that hit his cheeks. And you silently cursed yourself for liking how he looked with a flushed face. “I won't apologize for something that I didn't do.”

You rolled your eyes, going to open the ramen pack when Getō took it from your hands, “Or is that the real issue here, Princess? Do you not get enough attention? So you bitch and moan like a brat?”

Your first instinct was to yell at him and grab for your food, but you knew you'd be proving his point. You clenched your jaw, staring forward as if he wasn't there. That act itself was also childish, but you knew that if you opened your mouth, all hell would break loose. Getō reached out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“Maybe it's because I don't give you enough attention?”

The wide eyed look you unknowingly gave him caused a low chuckle to push past his lips. He pulled you closer, his faces centimeters from yours, “If you wanted to fuck me sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

“As if,” You finally spat out, pushing his hand away from you. But just as quickly, he dropped the pack of ramen and grabbed you by the back of your neck. He twisted his fingers into your hair, keeping you firmly in place.

You swallowed thickly, knowing if you so much as dared to breathe, you'd waver. His scent was intoxicating, his gaze hypnotizing. Your heart was racing as you stared into his dark eyes, not knowing what had come over him. The thought was somewhat exhilarating and his grip on you left you feeling like your skin was on fire.

“Don't get shy on me now,” His voice came out just above a whisper, causing a shiver to slowly creep down your spine. “I didn't even fuck away that attitude yet.”

You should've been repulsed. You should've been pushing him away instead of pulling him in by his shirt. You should've been yelling at him instead of angrily pressing your lips against his. You should've been fighting instead of giving in.

All too quickly, Getō knocked your bag from the vanity table and wrapped an arm around your waist, hoisting you up. He sat you down, pushing himself between your thighs. Your mind was racing as he untangled himself from your hair and roughly grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into you as he pushed himself against you, letting you know just how hard he was already.

You didn't know what the hell was happening, or what was going to happen, or even why. You weren't going to deny the fact that Getō was hot, but the thought of sexual tension had never crossed your mind. You hated him with your whole heart, you'd swear it. But, god did you love how he was making you feel.

You hooked your legs around his waist, causing him to break the heated kiss with a sonorous laugh. His hands trailed your body, riding up your thigh and under your skirt until he stopped at your panties. He ran his fingers over the fabric, pulling an airy gasp from you. He smirked, “If you hate me so much, why are you such a mess for me?”

You held back a whimper at his touch, “Shut the fuck up.”

Roughly, he pulled your underwear aside and pushed a finger into you. Before you could cry out, he covered your mouth with his free hand and glared down at you.

“Keep your mouth shut,” Getō snapped, slipping another finger into you. “Unless you want everyone to know that you're acting like a little slut for me.”

As he worked his fingers, in and out, against your tight walls, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself quiet. Because he was right. You would be damned if anyone heard you calling out for Getō Suguru.

He was relentless. Pushing down on your pelvic bone, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot over, and over, and over again until you were close to your release. But as soon as you tilted your head back and you clenched around him, he was pulling away from you completely. The smirk that tugged at his lips told him that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You think brats like you get to cum?”

It wasn't a question that needed an answer. For once you were smart enough to listen and keep quiet. He toyed with your clit, watching your face go red as you all but squirmed against him. He was enjoying how you reacted to his touch, writhing at something as simple as brushing your clit.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, using it to undo the few buttons of your top. You almost shivered at the cool air hitting your hot skin, going to reach for his shirt when he smacked your hand away. He would take up every single second of your lunch break if he had to. But he would fuck the brat out of you by the time you left the dressing room.

He bent down, taking your nipple into his mouth. You shivered, head rolling back as your breathing became ragged. He was reveling in the way you were puddy in his hands. So lost in your reactions that he didn't even stop to think maybe he had way more experience than you did. No, not when he was getting as lost in your noises as you were his touches.

You couldn't focus as he pressed his fingers into you, all while he sucked and nibbled at your skin. Every touch was lighting you on fire, your body shaking as you once again felt yourself close to cumming.

“Getō, please,” You whined, his tongue flicking over your sensitive flesh as his free hand continued to toy with your clit. You couldn't handle it, you wanted to touch him, to feel him inside you. You were too eager, so eager it was throwing him off.

He pulled away from you, shooting you a glare, “So impatient. It's almost like you've never done this before.”

The way the red tinted your cheeks told him exactly what he needed to know. You hadn't done this before, and it just gave him another thing to bully you for. The smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth confirmed your thoughts.

“You haven't, have you?” He questioned, already knowing his answer. “Oh, sweetheart. I am going to ruin you.”

You whimpered as he once again fucked his fingers into you. He’d allow you sweet release because it would make what comes next easier for you. He could feel you clenching around him, so damn close but not quite there just yet.

“You better cum,” He snapped, before leaning down and once again catching your perky nipple with his lips. “Now.”

“Getō, I–” You couldn't help the cry that pushed past your lips while he latched on, sucking and rolling his tongue over it as you instantly caved. You came around his fingers, your tight, gummy walls tightening against him. He didn't let up, letting you ride out your high as you panted out his name.

He pulled his hand away, sticking the fingers he used on you into your mouth. Everything you thought you knew about sex, you could forget it. Because Getō was going to teach you, and you were going to learn his way. This included forcing you to know what you tasted like. He wanted you to taste what he did, for you to know just how sweet you were. You ran your tongue over his fingers, doing what he wanted without even being asked to.

He let out a shaky breath as you sucked his skin clean, wondering how it would feel if your mouth was on his cock. As much as he wanted to find out, he was pushing the time limit as is. The thought had him yanking his hand away from you and flying towards his belt.

Your heart raced as you watched him, knowing you were about to give up everything for the person you hated the most without any hesitation. It made you feel so dirty but at the same time, he made you feel so good. You wanted more, for him to make good on his promise and ruin you.

As he slid out of his clothes you couldn't help but stare. A cheeky grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, knowing overall he was bigger than you. You knew you were in for it, and that he was most definitely going to torment you with his size. But you still couldn't help but ask, “Is that going to fit?”

“Cute,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. You whimpered as he pressed his erection against your throbbing cunt. “You're gonna take it all, sweetheart. Got it? I'm gonna make this pretty little virgin pussy mine.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and biting down on your lip as he teasingly dragged his cock against your soaking entrance. With no warning, he pushed into you. Your eyes flew open, feeling the stretch as he stopped, allowing you to get used to his size.

“So fuckin’ tight,” He gritted out, slowly rocked his hips to inch himself in more. Tears stung the back of your eyes at the discomfort, and your hands curled around the edge of your desk to brace yourself. He placed one hand on the table and wrapped the other around your waist. “Don't be afraid to hurt me, princess.”

He kept his pace, waiting until you were moaning and wrapping your arms around him before going even deeper. But, you were getting impatient, using your legs to pull him all the way in, despite the pain that shot through you at your movements. The cry that left your mouth mixed with his own pleasured moan that he tried to hide by burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“More,” You whined, a tear rolling down your cheek. “Getō, please. I want more.”

He groaned, pushing in on your back until you were arched perfectly for him as he leaned back to look, “You're so fucking needy. Hurting yourself for my cock. Is that what you want more of? Be a big girl, use your words.”

He wiped the stray tear away, watching as your eyes briefly fluttered closed. He couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked. Your face red, exposed chest heaving as you tried to adjust to how deep in you he was.

“I want your cock,” A sharp noise left your mouth as your hand found the base of his neck. “Please. I– I want you to fuck me.”

He thrusted into you, the noises you made like music to his ears. If you didn't care about the pain you were in, he wasn't going to either. Your yelps were followed by your nails digging into his skin, allowing him to be as rough as he wanted with you.

You locked your legs around his waist, hardly allowing him any room besides short yet deep thrusts. But as he worked himself in as far as he could go, you noticed him picking up speed. He drilled into you, your pained cries slowly becoming more pleasured with each thrust. All you could think about was how he felt inside you. How the friction of his cock moving against your tight walls made you feel like every nerve in your body was on fire.

“Suguru,” An airy moan left your mouth that had his rhythm faltering. “Feels s’good. I wanna… Wanna…”

God, he wished you could see how fucked out you looked right now. Eyelids half open, a lost look in your eyes as if you were seeing stars. His own jumped to the mirrors behind you, an idea forming in his head as he pulled you closer to him. You weren't even on the table anymore, the only thing holding you up was your own arm and leg strength as he gripped your hips and forced your body up and down on his cock.

The slightest change in position made all the difference as you already felt a tightening in your abdomen. You couldn't form words as you wound your hands into his hair.

“You wanted to cum, princess,” He growled out. “So do it.”

As if on command, that tight coil finally snapped, letting the feeling of pure euphoria overtake you. Getō’s lips crashed against yours as you started to cry out, silencing you almost completely. You mewled against his mouth, clamping down around his cock so tight he had to hold back his own moans. He kept up his brutal pace until you had fully rode out your high in a series of spasms that had you jerking violently and nearly in tears as you could finally feel just how raw he had rode you.

He pulled out, a noise of discomfort pushing past your lips as he set you down. He let out a laugh before spinning you around and roughly bending you over the vanity. He leaned down before growling out in your ear, “I'm not done with you yet, brat. I'm gonna fuck you ‘till you can't remember why you hate me.”

You let out a whimper as he lined himself back up with your entrance, slowly thrusting into you. He let out a slew of curses as you sucked him back in, wrapping his arm over your abdomen. As soon as his hand trailed over your skin and stopped at your clit, he pulled you up just enough to grab your chin, turning your head so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Sweat was running down your forehead, your eyes almost crossed as he began toying with you once again.

“See that? How dumb you look for my touch?” Getō snarled, bucking his hips upward. You watched as your mouth dropped open, no noises leaving you even though you wanted to moan. “See how ridiculous you look for my cock, despite saying you hate me? Imagine how stupid you'll look when I fill you full of my cum.”

You couldn't form a response as he railed into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as you focused on the pleasure instead of the discomfort you had felt a minute ago. You gripped the ledge of the table, keeping yourself steady as it rocked underneath his force.

His fingers moved around your sensitive bud, kneading at you as he spurred himself on. He wasn't gentle, but you didn't seem to mind as an abundance of whore sounds we're finally flowing from your mouth. You couldn't think, still couldn't speak, and he was absolutely correct.

You looked like a fucking idiot.

Not because of the pleasured expressions crossing your features, but because of the fact he had you in this state when yesterday you were running your mouth about how you’d never touch him with a ten foot pole over a kissing scene. Now look at you, squirming underneath him as he hit it from behind and nearly had you in tears from how good he was making you feel.

He adored the sight, relishing in the fact that he had made you weak. Who knew all it would take was a few suggestive comments that you had every right to turn down? Because somewhere under all the hatred, you did want him. You finally had him, buried deep inside you and stretching you out more than you had thought possible.

There was no doubt in his mind you'd hate yourself in the morning. Because you'd be sore and worn out, but also because Getō was determined to not let you forget this. He had no issues with you, didn't even hate you. But, he was over your loud mouth and whatever issues you had with him. He was pissed off and he had been itching to let you have it. Although, this was not at all what he had in mind.

Never did he picture he’d be stealing your virginity, let alone fucking you dumb at work of all places. Anyone could walk in at any moment, anyone walking by could hear your sharp noises because you couldn't keep yourself contained.

It was all happening so fast, you slurred over your words as you tried to tell him you were close once again. Getō didn't need to be told though. He could feel you clenching around him, causing his own movements to become sloppy and out of rhythm as he used his free hand to place his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

As you once again came around his cock, he felt himself close to the edge as well. His strokes went long and deep, becoming faster each time he thrusted into you.

“M’gonna cum,” he groaned out. “Gonna fill up your pretty little cunt.”

You whined against his fingers as he pushed into you one last time, breathing out heavily. He made good on his promise, allowing his hot seed to paint your tight walls white. You could’ve sworn you were seeing stars as you tried to calm down. He lightly rested his forehead on your shoulder before softly kissing your skin.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he murmured, pulling out and away from you. You stood back up and turned to look at him in confusion, wondering why he was being nice. You expected him to just leave, but here he was, offering to take care of you.

“What?” He raised a brow. “Aftercare is important, don’t let anyone tell you differently. Especially with this being your first time, there’s no way you’re not bleeding.”

You scoffed, “Don’t act like you care. You got what you wanted, you can go now.”

“What do you mean by that?” Confusion clouded his features, having no idea what you were insinuating.

You looked away, folding your arms over your chest, “Gojo told me that you said I’d never amount to anything, and that I’d be just another washed up actress.”

“You will be if you keep listening to his dumbass,” Getō rolled his eyes, gently grabbing your chin. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

This time when he called you that, it wasn’t full of sarcasm. You dragged your eyes up to meet his, seeing that he was completely serious as he said, “I think you’re great at what you do. I never said that about anyone. As for why Gojo told you that… I’ll give you one guess.”

This guess didn’t need to be said out loud. You knew Gojo was the type to get around. You frowned, mad at yourself for believing him. You should be the one to apologize, not Geto. But as you went to do just that, he caught you by the mouth. Once again taken off guard, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t apologize. You can’t help that you’re naive.”

“Yeah,” You rolled your eyes. “Naive enough to let some old perve take my virginity.”

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A/N: my pussy wrote this for me. don't let it flop i was on whore behavior for this 😩

YOU ‘N ME

FT. NERD!EREN X READER

SUMMARY: studying for the organic chem final just isn’t going as your pretty boyfriend expected so you two decide to go for a nice little stroll, but eren can’t help but grow tempted from your cute little study outfit and attitude

CONTENT WARNINGS: black coded reader, reader is a bit of brat, established relationship, teasing and a lot of touching (eren loves being teased and loves to touch you even more), a lot of kissing/playing, eren a panty stealer!!!, pet names (bunny, doll), finger sucking, car sex, reverse cowgirl, grinding, pretty sensual, exhibitionism, possessiveness (eren loves him some you!), creampie ofc, multiple orgasms,, folded and got us calling eren daddy 😫 … i think that’s everything ;)

WORD COUNT: 5.2k

NOTES FROM SIN: it’s hot asf outside and we all know what that means. it’s sundress season, eren’s favorite fucking time of the year, where he can see your ass full fucking throttle without having to ask,,, muahhhh! also this ended up wayyy longer than i anticipated. thank you so much @sevenzenin & @thicksimpx for beta reading for me 🫶🏽 (if this flops i’m crying)

nerd!eren and his thick bitch girlfriend who is wearing a sundress as they take a walk through campus. can’t stop staring at the way your ass jiggles with each step you take and loves the way your nipples poke through the thin fabric. walks close behind you so nobody can stare as much as he can. “y/n slow down, you-your walking too fast, can’t keep up.”

“then walk infront of me, dummy.”

“no!” he pulls at his collar and takes a big gulp, “i have to stay behind you.” he mutters. he pretends to adjust his glasses, but he’s just staring at your ass. he’s thinking about taking you right now, but surely the other glances he notices are thinking the exact same. they surely don’t care about how he’s practically set right behind you, with only about an inch of space between you two. but they surely have to see the tall, nerdy boys harsh glance from atop the rim of his glasses. surely they know you’re taken. they have to! right?

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