Your Boyfriend Loved Playing With Your Pussy. And, No, Not In A Sexual Way.

everyone thinks you’re dating !

✸ ft. bakugo, deku, todoroki, & sero

✸ info + warnings: fluff, college au

✸ BAKUGO scoffs and easily dismisses the hearsay. he’d never done anything to warrant people believing that the two of you were dating. in fact, he actively tried to avoid you. you were like a gnat constantly flying by his ear that he couldn’t swat away; constantly sitting next to him in class, always insisting on walking together whenever you caught him strolling down the sidewalks of campus, forcing your way into his routine. though, he had to admit, it did feel odd on those days when you weren’t around to pester him about anything and everything. he doesn’t find himself internally groaning at the sight of you and counting the minutes until he can rush away from you anymore. he’d grown used to the buzzing that accompanied your presence and it wasn’t nearly as annoying as it had been in the beginning. he’s silent for the rest of the outing, the little voice in his head asking why he was still so fixed on the topic of you and him being a couple—and why he wasn’t more upset that everyone thought you were.

✸ DEKU waves his hands in dismissal and assures his friends that you both aren’t anything more than friends. though, he isn’t sure how convincing he is—he’s sure the waver in his voice and the growing red beneath his freckles aren’t helping his case at all. he’s left wondering how people came to that conclusion while he walks home. sure, the two of you had gotten closer through your tutoring sessions, but he never thought that people would take that as an indication that you guys had gotten together. but the more he pondered on the thought, the more he began to think about how much he really did like you. your smile and laughter were contagious and deku couldn’t help but feel warm and safe in your presence. he felt as though you accepted him for him—the good and the bad, his flaws and all. he had shut his friends down earlier, but izuku didn’t mind that people assumed you were a couple; after all, maybe their speculation would manifest into the real thing someday.

✸ TODOROKI furrows his eyebrows in confusion at the implication that you and him shared that kind of relationship. did it really appear like that to outsiders? but now that he thought about it, he was more comfortable with you than he was with most other people. that wasn’t strange, though—at least, not to shoto. he didn’t think that it was weird to prefer your presence over everyone else’s. it’s normal for him to reach out to you first when he has news to share. it wasn’t odd that he thought about you in bed while waiting for sleep to overtake him. he wasn’t ashamed to acknowledge you as one of the most important people in his life. none of that ever struck him as unusual, not until now. and unusual wasn’t necessarily bad; shoto was more than content with the bond between the two of you, but he never considered that the feelings he had for you stemmed deeper than friendship. that night, you’re on his mind as usual, but this time he’s thinking about how much he’d like to be able to call you his partner.

✸ SERO is taken aback by the comments his friends make as he slides into the booth across from them—ones that express their surprise at your absence and question whether or not the two of you are experiencing trouble in paradise. he snorts and asks what they’re going on about, clarifying that you guys aren’t in a relationship. they find it hard to believe and even question if he’s telling the truth; to which he replies yes. he could understand why they might have thought that. he brought you around a lot and during times when you weren’t attached to him by the hip, he’d always find a way to bring you up in conversation. and he’d be lying if he said he never thought about how things might change if the two of you were actually dating. he wouldn’t have to think about how it would feel to hold your hand or rest his palms on your waists or kiss your lips—he’d just be able to do it. sero cherishes the friendship you share, but would it be selfish of him to want all of that and more?

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Sometimes Nanami would “accidentally” leave his packed lunch at home just so his beautiful, angel of a wife delivers it to him at his workplace and show up in your cute little sundress that always looks so lovely and flattering on you. He adores you so much— he always enjoyed showing you off and letting all his coworkers see how gracefully gorgeous the woman he married is.

But it always ends up with you being bent over his work desk with your floral dress all hiked up around your waist while he’s on his knees, nose-deep into your gushy, cum filled cunt that he just stuffed his big morning load in not even three hours ago before he left for work, greedily eating it out your overflowing pussy while your soft tits are spilling out of the dress, wrinkling all the important papers and documents that needs to be filled out by him.

“You’re such a good girl darlin’, always obeying and doing whatever I say. God what did I do to deserve a wonderful wife like you” he mumbled against your drooling core. His warm breath tickling your exposed pussy as he placed an affectionate kiss on your puffy clit. His whole mouth is decorated with strings of the mixed cum that he skillfully licked out of you a moment ago.

Of course, he carried a weightful amount of guilty for making you drive all the way here, just for him to do something so inappropriate and lewd but the way your little pussy would get so uncontrollably soaked and loud while he’s tonguing your tight hole— there’s no way you don’t enjoy it as much as he does.

He might as well ask you to serve your pretty pussy on a silver platter because that’s the lunch he’s always so desperate and hungry to be having.

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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ Bakugou Katsuki never believed in sappy romance, until he fell for you.

Bakugou Katsuki didn’t believe in “love at first sight.” It was stupid, unrealistic, and just another distraction. But the first time he saw you—quiet, calm, and completely immersed in a book under the shade of a tree—his world shifted. He didn’t understand it at first, chalking it up to curiosity. But as days turned into weeks, and his glances turned into stolen moments of admiration, he realized he was absolutely gone.

His friends noticed immediately.

“Bro, you’re staring again,” Kaminari teased, smirking.

“Shut up,” Bakugou growled, his ears turning red.

“Just talk to her already!” Kirishima encouraged.

“She’s way out of his league,” Mina chimed in with a playful grin.

He didn’t need their commentary. Bakugou Katsuki was explosive, fearless, and confident in every aspect of his life—except when it came to you.

When he finally gathered the courage to approach you, he was awkward and gruff, masking his nervousness with his usual bravado. “Oi, you dropped this,” he muttered, holding out your pen that you hadn’t even noticed fell.

Your soft “Thank you” and the smile that followed made his heart skip a beat. From then on, he made it his mission to be near you—walking you to class, sitting with you during lunch, and eventually asking you out in the most Bakugou way possible.

“You’re mine now, got it?” he declared one day, his cheeks bright red.

You laughed, nodding. “Got it.”

Years had passed since high school, and Bakugou’s love for you only grew stronger. You were his anchor, his peace in a world full of chaos. He didn’t know how to do romance like the movies, but he showed his love in the little things—making sure you ate, walking on the side of the street closer to the cars, and remembering all the small details about you.

When he proposed, it wasn’t extravagant. It was just the two of you, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment, watching the sunset.

“Marry me,” he said suddenly, sliding a simple, elegant ring onto your finger before you could even process what was happening.

You looked at him, wide-eyed, before laughing. “You didn’t even let me say yes.”

“Like you’d say no,” he shot back, smirking.

And you didn’t.

Now, standing at the altar, Bakugou was the picture of confidence. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, and his usual scowl was replaced by a nervous determination. He had told himself he wouldn’t cry.

What kind of man cries at his wedding? he had thought, rolling his eyes at the idea.

But then, the doors opened, and you stepped in.

The world seemed to stop.

Your dress was perfect, accentuating everything he loved about you. The way you smiled at him, your eyes glistening with tears, made his heart ache in the best way.

Suddenly, he felt warmth on his cheek.

A tear.

Bakugou blinked, confused for a moment. He never cried. Not when he won his first big fight, not when he graduated, not ever. But now, standing here, looking at you—his future, his everything—he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Bakugou’s crying,” Kirishima whispered from his spot as a groomsman, his eyes widening.

“Oh my God, I knew this would happen,” Mina gasped, quickly pulling out her phone. “Take a picture, Denki! We’ll frame it!”

“Shut up!” Bakugou snapped, his voice low but venomous, though it didn’t stop the blush creeping up his neck. His glare was nowhere near as sharp as usual, the overwhelming emotion softening even his most dangerous expression.

“Don’t worry, man. This is for the memories,” Kaminari whispered back, grinning as he snapped a picture anyway.

As you reached him, your soft laughter bubbled up when you noticed the commotion. “Are they messing with you?” you asked quietly, taking his hands.

“They’re idiots,” he muttered, squeezing your hands tightly. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and his voice softened, thick with emotion. “But I don’t care. You look… perfect.”

“I love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, your own eyes glistening.

“I love you more,” he said, his voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill again.

The ceremony continued, filled with laughter and love. As Kaminari quietly showed Mina the photo he had taken, they both shared a grin.

“Man, he’s so whipped,” Kaminari whispered.

“And it’s the cutest thing ever,” Mina replied with a smile.

And Bakugou? He didn’t care about the teasing, the jokes, or the photos. His entire world was standing right in front of him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

You were his everything.

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virgin!nerdjo who pulled a total certified baddie in college by being…himself.

awkward, dorky, too tall for his own good, always pushing up those stupid glasses with ink-stained fingers— it was him. somehow, you wanted him. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, but he's not about to question it. 

virgin!nerdjo got one mission : being good to you. especially in bed. because when you kissed him for the first time, straddling his lap, grinding that perfect little body against him, he nearly came in his pants. he gripped your waist a little too tight to keep you from moving too much. it's humiliating how quickly he was about to fold, how his cock throbs desperately just from the heat of you.

virgin!nerdjo isn't completely clueless—he's read about sex, heard about it, he's not that innocent. but knowing and doing are two completely different things. and he realized it the second you grinded on him. he damn near whimpered. bit down hard on his lip to swallow it back.

virgin!nerdjo needs to learn. he thinks porn might help—big mistake. it's all so…aggressive. male-centered. nothing about it feels right. he watches a few clips, cringing the entire time, then slams his laptop shut and scrubs a hand down his face. he should have listened when geto used to go on and on about his exploits. should have paid attention instead of rolling his eyes and tuning him out.

so he does what he does best. he researches. virgin!nerdjo orders a book called ‘The Art of Female Pleasure.’ and the moment it arrives, he's on it. glasses slipping down his nose, hunched over the pages, absorbing every word like it's the most important text he's ever studied. he dedicates days to this. nights. rereads passages, highlights sections. he doesn't just want to be good. he wants to be perfect. because you're a baddie—a pro— and he's so fucking lucky. what if you jump on him any time soon and he's still not ready? that idea terrifies him.

virgin!nerdjo gets so into it that he even starts to scroll through forums. he reads firsthand experiences, studying anatomy diagrams until his face is burning and his cock is achingly hard beneath the sheets. because it's not just learning, it's imagining.

virgin!nerdjo who imagines you underneath him, pretty lips parted in gasps, legs spread as he slides his fingers over you just like the book describes. he imagines how wet you'd get if he did everything right. if he took his time, kissed his way down your body, licked into you like he's read—slow, deep, deliberate. he wonders if you'd tug on his hair, if you'd cry out his name, if you'd shake when you come, thighs squeezing around his head—

fuck. horny thoughts took over him as he bucks up into nothing. he wants it. so bad. 

and the next time you're kissing, you instantly notice how his hands get bolder, slipping under your shirt, trailing fire down your spine. how he suddenly knows excatly where to touch, where to squeeze, when to roll his hips just right—letting you feel the size of him, the hard, thick heat pressing up against you. you break the kiss, breathless. “since when do you do all that?”

virgin!nerdjo swallows thickly, ears burning red. “…i've been studying.”

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secrets that you keep; iwaizumi hajime 

synopsis; in which his best friend is secretly a camgirl. part 1, part 2 

pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre; smut

trigger warnings; i highly recommend reading the first two parts before this. they’re only drabbles that introduce everything! anyways, this is absolute filth. don’t read this if any of the stuff mentioned could trigger you, please! masturbation, camgirl stuff, one mention of the word ‘daddy,’ self choking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of choking, accidental breathplay, not proofread unfortunately 

she knows. 

does she? 

it’s an ongoing inner battle he’s been having for weeks now, ever since he’d been directed to that trending video of yours. he sees you in his dreams, hears you loud and clear, moaning and crying for him, and worst of all, he feels you, so perfectly, against his, around him, and it’s overwhelming in the worst way possible. even maintaining eye contact is tiresome at this point. 

but he does wonder whether you know or not, more often than he should— were you deliberately calling out for him, in hopes that he’d find this video somehow? or had you said it because you’d assumed this is your safe place, that there’s no way he’d be able to find these videos? had it been a slip up? or, more accurately, multiple slip ups? what were the chances anyways, that it had been an accident, or unintentional, or intentional and he had been losing sleep over it, or that he wasn’t the hajime you were crying out for? 

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COMPETITION

Description: You are a fellow member of The Survey Corps. A member that everyone wants to be with.

Content: Slight NSFW mentions, swearing. Eren is still an ordinary scout.

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

Eren’s unfortunately familiar voice blasted through the mess hall. It was one of those days, apparently, one of those days in which commanders, captains, and soldiers alike would roll their eyes at the never-ending bickering between Yeager and Kirstein. They would munch on their servings of bread, chewing into the stale grain with every bit of annoyance they commonly felt when Jean and Eren would ruin meal time with their conflicts. A little rookie, a sweet girl with hair as red as fire, was even familiar with the tired routine. She hadn’t even been on her first scouting mission yet.

Like some sort of ritual, inevitable clockwork, Mikasa and Armin would rise in between the two boys, who glared holes in one another as they clenched their fists at their side.

“Guys, please, not tonight,” Armin would plead, plastering on a nervous grin.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, grabbing the brown-haired guy’s wrist in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, “don’t.”

Sometimes, they would listen. Sometimes, they would sit back down without a fuss, spending the rest of their meal time muttering to their friends about each other. And, other times, it would take Captain Levi giving them a quick and terrifying kick to the stomach to sort them out.

It was the same routine for years and years, starting long ago, when they were only trainees at the age of twelve, to now, when they stood as skilled soldiers at the age of nineteen.

But today, Eren ignored them.

So did Jean.

Neither one of the boys would back down without a fight, even if their faces, red with anger, ended up meeting Captain Levi’s boot.

No.

They would fight long and hard if necessary.

Neither one of them planned to give up fighting for something–or, someone–they both wanted.

You.

–

Eren’s bright eyes flickered away from Jean’s intense glare for only a moment. He saw you, quite a short distance away, sitting with your friends. You froze. Your beautiful eyes that he loved so damn much watched the scene taking place between the soldiers, widened with curiosity over what could possibly be going on. The warm potato soup you scooped up with your spoon was starting to spill back over into your bowl from your lack of movement. You were friends with both Jean and Eren. Close friends. Known each other for years. Cadets of the 104th. Because of that, seeing them fight was as common and expected as watching the sun rise and set each and every single day. However, when Eren’s eyes locked with yours for only a brief second, you knew something was different. You watched them carefully, but without the slight clue that they were fighting over you.

Armin glanced over at you as well, but you didn’t notice his big blue eyes staring. The poor boy’s throat dried to a crisp. A small bead of sweat fell from his moist forehead, and he swallowed nervously.

He raised his hands defensively between Jean and Eren. Everyone would assume that Arlert was simply nervous over the thought of them getting into a fist fight during dinner time, but no.

Deep within himself, his own rotten secret was twisting up inside of his gut, making him feel sick. His eyes danced between Eren, Jean, Mikasa, and you.

After all, if anyone knew what he wouldn’t dare utter with his own tongue, he would have been right in the middle of Eren and Jean’s rage.

Armin wanted you too.

The blonde soldier was known for his brilliance, and being as smart as he was, he knew exactly why Eren and Jean wanted to smash each other’s faces in. Of course, neither one of them happened to be the best at keeping their crushes a secret, but you still did not manage to catch on. Armin, to his own shock, was quite good at hiding his crush, at least, in his own eyes. Truth be told, Armin tended to get shy and blushy around everyone. Therefore, he acted the same way around you that he apologetically acted around others.

He glanced around the mess hall. He wondered how many others had a crush on you as well. He could imagine that most people did. In the world they were regrettably forced to live in, with the enemies they were bred to endure, love was the only thing anyone had left to fight for. Love was the driving force that sent soldiers to their deaths on horseback. Love was the reason why friends and family lived and died for each other. Why Eren pulled Armin out of the jaws of a titan. Why Mikasa saved Eren over and over again. Why Jean’s mom wrote him letters and made him food. Why anyone bothered to get out of bed and live another day in a world that couldn’t have been any different from Hell.

And you?

With those beautiful eyes that everyone got lost in. That body that everyone wanted to hold, touch, and see. That laugh that made everyone wonder if that’s what the entrance to Heaven sounded like. The bravery that saved lives during missions. The kindness that made everyone want to keep fighting for humanity.

You.

Damn you.

Damn you for making anyone and everyone feel this way.

Jean wiped the away the moisture from his drink trickling across his upper lip, his eyes never daring to sneak away from Eren’s, even when Yeager snuck a quick peek at you from where you sat, still and cautious, frozen with a spoon full of soup as you watched them with wide, curious eyes. Everyone watched them. Silently.

“What’s going on this time?” Sasha mumbled, her dumbfounded expression over the current escalating fight brewing in the middle of dinner time not quite contrasting against her common behavior, as she reached for another piece of bread, nevertheless.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled back to her, your best friend.

Captain Levi sipped on his tea, his poker face not vanishing for a moment as he watched Jean and Eren.

“Do you think we should intervene? This could get kinda ugly!” Hange scream-whispered, the commander’s visible eye widening as they looked at Levi with great worry.

Levi said nothing.

He knew what this was all about.

He was either extremely observant, or all of his fellow soldiers and comrades were plain stupid. It was obvious to anyone who wasn’t underneath your spell what the fight was about. However, little did poor Eren and a clueless Jean know that they weren’t the only ones who wanted you.

Armin, the very person trying to break up the fight, wanted you just as badly.

And so did Connie.

And Sasha.

And Reiner, and Bertholdt, before they left.

The new, nice guy with the weird haircut.

The girl with the long hair.

Levi could bet that others did as well. With that bittersweet knowledge, he took another sip of his tea.

“E-Eren, Jean, listen,” Armin swallowed thickly. “Don’t fight. You’ll get in trouble, and…” he leaned in, dropping his shaky voice just a beat below a whisper, “she won’t like it.”

His words seemed to snap some sense into Eren and Jean. The trance of glaring hatred that they were trapped in broke instantly. They fidgeted, their eyes darting everywhere, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Armin caught a glimpse of Mikasa’s confused face. She heard what Armin said, and truth be told, it saddened her. She knew exactly who her friend spoke of, and she despised the thought of Eren liking someone. Someone that wasn’t her. Armin gave her an encouraging nod, and Mikasa touched the red scarf wrapped around her neck.

The smaller guy wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t let Jean and Eren make a fool of themselves. It would have started to thin out the competition for your heart, putting him in the lead above the two, assuming there was some sort of ranking, and that he was lacking.

“Whatever,” Eren uttered, glaring down at his bowl of food as he sat beside Mikasa once more. “Let’s just eat.”

Jean retreated back to his own seat. He felt a bit embarrassed, as the entire situation kicked off simply from overhearing Eren talk about how he was able to train with you all day. Eren spoke innocently, mentioning your name casually as one would do a friend, but Jean knew better. He knew that Eren was bragging. Purposely bragging loud enough for Jean to hear, wanting to plant the ugly seed of jealousy within horseface.

“Nice that you were able to train with Y/N and all, but all that fighting wont change the fact that you’re a little runt!”

“What’d you just call me, horseface?!”

“I called you a little runt!”

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

And, now, dinner continued in silence. A small buzz of conversation persisted passively between each group of comrades, but Eren and Jean stayed quiet. So did Armin. And everyone else who had a crush on you. They each looked around at every face at every table, wondering who all held the same feelings for you.

Mentally, each one of them made it a competition between themselves and their unknown competitors.

A competition for your heart.

“Jean, that idiot, he better back off if he knows what’s good for him! Y/N’s as good as mine!” Eren thought, frowning angrily at his bowl of cold soup.

“Watch your back, Yeager. You might have all the cool powers or whatever, but I don’t mess around either, especially when it comes to her,” Jean thought, his chin resting in his palm, his light brown eyes glancing over at you.

“Maybe…maybe asking Y/N to train with me would be a good way to spend more time with her without upsetting anyone,” Armin thought, ripping tiny pieces of his bread off mindlessly as he plotted.

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll make her my favorite meal! I know I’d fall in love with someone if they made me my favorite meal, it has to work!” Sasha thought, smiling sweetly at you.

"I've gotten a lot stronger lately, and more good looking if you ask me. Maybe I should go ahead and ask Y/N out or something...right?" Connie thought, chugging down his soup.

Captain Levi smirked. It was a small, gentle movement of the face, one that hardly existed at all. As he finished up his cup of tea, he glanced over at you.

You smiled at your captain shyly.

“Fools,” he thought. “Don’t they know that this isn’t even a competition? After all, I’m the only one who gets to hold her. Kiss her. Take off all her clothes. They’re fighting for something I’ve already won.”

Levi nodded in your direction. You knew exactly what that meant. You hopped up excitedly, mumbling an excuse to your friends as to why you needed to leave dinner early.

As you made your way to where Levi would be fucking your brains out tonight, he waited a few moments before following you out of the mess hall.

It was just as he thought.

Levi had already won the competition.

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Thinking of eren whos so horny he can’t even think properly...

content warning: dry humping, grinding, slight riding, mentions of slick through clothing. wc: 1k

visual: (its porn) video is same as the warnings above!!minors dont interact!!!

Thinking of Eren who's so horny he can’t even properly think. He just knows he needs you immediately, even better when you’re lying right next to him. His body yearned for you, shaky breaths and eager hands reaching out to touch you. You hum as he presses himself behind you, not really thinking of anything as he’s always been the type to be a bit touchy. But then you could feel his hardened member press against the base of your ass, a small gasp leaving your lips as you realize his dilemma.

“Baby I need you.” he whimpers, his words turning into a moan as he digs his head into your shoulder. You could feel his hands roam against your body, taking in every inch of your skin as he whimpered into the crook of your neck.

You feel him slowly start to grind on you, moaning out as he did. His hard member moved effortlessly against your ass, up and down with his movements. You nodded your head, feeling his grip on your tighten as he flipped you over, making direct eye contact with him. His eyes were dark, full of hunger as his face was painted in another light.

He bit down on his lip, eyebrows furrowed with sweat falling from the edges of his forehead. You didn’t know how long he was like this, laying beside him for hours with no sign of his sudden hunger. He cups the side of your face as he lowers himself towards you, lips connecting to yours in a brief kiss.

His kiss was soft, moving his head in small motion as he kissed you. You followed his movements, pressing yourself against him as you tried to close the distance between you two. It stayed that way for awhile until you felt his hands roam the top of your shirt. He wanted you to take it off, pulling on it more as his actions grew more impatient.

You were too indulged in the kiss to even want to move, cupping his face as you continued to kiss him. He moans into your mouth, bringing his hand down as he places it by your hip again. His kisses grew rougher, his impatience wearing in. It wasn’t until you felt the sharpness of his teeth sinking into the skin of your lips that you realized he wanted more, a small smile on your face as he whimpered against you.

You move back as you start to lift yourself up, wrapping your legs on either side of him. You take a moment to straddle him, hands moving to his shoulders for some balance. You start to eye him, taking in all his features. His eyes were the same, pupils growing with each second he sees you on top of him. His hands stayed on your thighs, giving them a quick squeeze before he reached for your sides. His face continued to glow red, small glands of sweat pouring down his face.

He watches as you start to grind yourself on him, hips moving back and forth. A small jest but anything too hear him whine below you, which works. He hissed as you continued, your clothed cunt grinding against the fabric of his briefs and his hardened cock. You chuckle at his expression, grabbing the ends of your top as you start to undress yourself.

“No, I need you now.” he whines, the grip on your hips tightening as throws his head back at the pillow.

You could feel him move you against him, the edge of his cock pressing against your cunt. You gasp at the feelings, a slight moan following after. You knew he was needy, but you didn’t know he would be this way. You couldn’t help but like it, nodding your head as you do as he says.

You slowly start to move yourself on top of him, slow motions as your hips grind and forth. Eren hisses again at the sensation, bringing his head up as he looks at you. He swallows, eyes bloodshot as he feels you move against him. He takes a second as he moves one of his hands towards your shoulder, pushing you against him which makes you cry out.

It felt good, knowing how horny he was for you. You could feel your body warming up, mind growing hazy as he gives you a slight smirk, slight hints of your name leaving the tips of his tongue. You continue, a faster pace as you watch him fall apart below you.

“Fuck just like that.” he groans, hands reaching for the bottoms of your shirt so he could lift it, trying too see a better view of your cunt. “Baby, you drive me crazy.”

You smile at his words, licking your lips as you continue to rut against him. You bring your hand to the sides of his hips, pressing them down on the bed as tries to thrust them in the air. The room grows warm, the smell of sex filling it up. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long and neither were you, seconds later feeling your own cum fill up your panties.

It was the same for Eren, hot loads of cum dripping all over the fabric of his briefs. You continued to grind against him, taking your last movements as you rode out your high. You feel your body start to shake, the last feelings of euphoria washing over as you slow down.

You look down at your boyfriend through your drowsy gaze, watching as a grin beams on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling his hands roam through your body, slowly after feeling the softness of the mattress as he flips you over. He lays on his side, body overtaking yours as he grins, hand resting on the center of your thighs, a slight moan leaving as he finishes with his next words.

“Fuck that was good.” he pants, fingers close to your cunt as his eyess tare at yours, a devlish look that screamed of trouble, knowing what he wanted. “Let me get these clothes off, wanna finish what we started.”

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panty stealing - @/nanaslutt

valentine’s day - @/goaskangel

dbf - @/nanamisonholiday

virgin - @/xanaxspritz

you turn me on! - @/classyrbf

panty thief! - @/grimmweepers (multi)

under the desk - @/simplygojo

empty gaze; ruined with lust - @/healedlover

can i request a tanaka x all right 🍑

maybe the reader didn’t feel comfortable in a dress he purchased for her.

- also i luv ur writing <33

me, finally getting to write about tanaka: yeeeeah that's what i'm talking about baby, LET'S GOOOOOOO

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cw: fem!reader, insecurity, body image tw, oral (f receiving), bathroom sex, minors dni

when tanaka opened the door to find tears in your eyes, he went into protection mode.

“who?” he asks simply, fists ready to connect to someone’s face any second. but he softens when you shake your head.

“it’s not that… i just feel stupid,” you don’t meet his gaze, instead looking at the bathroom mirror to tug at your clothes.

tanaka steps inside, shutting the door behind him. he’ll admit, he’s not so good at understanding what you mean sometimes, often needing to be told outright how you’re feeling. but he sees you grimacing at your reflection, pulling at the dress he had bought you a few days ago.

confused, he reaches and takes the material of the dress between his fingers. “you don’t like it,”

you’re quickly turning to him, taking his hands into yours. “no! it’s so pretty, baby, it’s just that…” staring back at the mirror, there’s a look of defeat on your face. “it’s me that’s the problem. nothing looks good on me.”

he’s more confused than before, watching you fuss over your appearance. tanaka knew you had insecurities, he never understood why. you were a knockout, a goddess among mortals. tanaka was lucky to have the privilege of dating you.

but seeing you uncomfortable in something that he bought you makes him feel that he had messed up somehow—that he wasn’t doing a good enough job of making you feel desired, beautiful.

you’re suddenly lifted onto the bathroom sink, the fabric of your dress pushed up so it bunches at your waist. “ryuu?” you’re shocked when tanaka drops to his knees, spreading your dangling legs.

“i just don’t get it,” he says, sliding your panties down your legs, never breaking eye contact with your cunt. “you’re so beautiful…why would you—” he cuts himself off, diving between your legs to lap at your sex.

when it came to eating you out, tanaka could be down right feral. he growls into your pussy, tonguing and slurping as if it was the only meal he was going to have. you have to stop him, the two of you are already late to the party you’re supposed to be at. but he fights off your attempts to push him away.

his mouth is ravenous, making a mess of your thighs with his spit and your juices. if you weren’t on the cusp of a mindblowing orgasm right now, you might just feel embarrassed.

tanaka detached himself from your center with a fucking pop, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rough from years of playing volleyball. “every part of you is amazing,” he says, entrance with how your cunt sucks his fingers in. he fucks you with his hand, tongue latching onto your clit to lap everything it has to offer. at this point, you can feel your mind breaking. every part of your body is vibrating, fingers scratching at his buzzed head.

“baby! baby, i’m gonna—fuck,” you cry, legs giving out from underneath you. you chant his name when you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head the entire time.

the lower half of tanaka’s face is drenched, licking up his fingers as if he just had a good meal. “i think that dress looks beautiful on you,” he says, a smug grin on his face. he helps you on to your shaky feet only to bend you over the counter and hike your dress up.

“ryuu, too much!” you whine, hearing him unbuckle his belt. tanaka reaches over, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror.

“need to show you how perfect you are, babe,” he says, sinking into you without any prep. your walls flutter around his long cock. “never seen a girl look so pretty until i’ve seen you cum.”

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