A/n About Mha But There's So Many Jjk Characters I Feel Like Would Do This :3 So Sorry For Any Errors.

'𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀'

SUMMARY: when toji anime concept art dropped millions of panties dropped around the globe

WARNINGS: smut, fem!bodied reader, slight daddy kink, praise kink, degradtion, slight breath play/slight choking, fingering, mating press (pos.), unprotected sex, creampie, slight lactation, mentions of preganacy, sorta.. kinda baby trapping, petnames (baby, ma, pretty girl, daddy) toji is a toxic, manipulitive baby daddy ngl

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who knows you can't live without him. who knows he's the only one who can keep you satisfied.

you complain about him and yet you let him in. everytime he uses the same excuse as to why he's there 'just wanna see the baby, nothing more'.

he finds himself playing with the one year old daughter you two shared, catching you giving him glances here or there. you may not have even known it yet, but he could tell you were needy. your breathing pattern, the fact you had your thighs pressed so tightly together, it was so obvious you wanted him to fuck another baby in to you.

"megumi 'nd tsumiki miss you," he tells you while playing patty-cake with his baby girl. it wasn't a lie either, the two did prefer you compared to toji's previous girlfriends (if you could call them that)— shit, tsumiki preferred you over her own mother. "they keep askin' about lyric.. they wanna spend time with their lil sister.."

you attempted to make a point, "they can see her when it's your days," you added. "but i do miss them too.. they're very sweet kids, nothin' like you."

toji scoffed, "yeah? but i still made megumi just like i made lyric.. they're somethin' like me, and besides,"

he held up lyric and placed her face next to his own.. a smug smirk on his scarred lips.

"doesn't she look just like daddy.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who sloppily makes-out with you on the couch after you put the baby for a nap. one hand squeezing your jaw and the other cupping your pussy while he thrusts two thick fingers inside of your weeping hole.

"talk to me, ma," his fingers curled, pressing firmly into that spongey spot within your walls while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "talk to me.." he huffed in between kisses.

your hips jumped as you rolled yourself on his fingers, trying to apply more pressure to that spot.

"feels s'good toj'.." you whimpered and dug your heels into his shoulder blades. he forced your face back from his, making sure you could lock eyes with him. those same emerald eyes your daughter had inherited.

"mhm i know, pretty girl," his strong hands squeezed your cheeks together, your lips were swollen from the kissing, and tears clung to your lashes. you were just too fuckin cute. "nobody can please this spoiled lil pussy like i can, yeah? .. not even you, ma.." he chuckled as your eyes flicked back in your head, his movements had become faster and his fingers pushed deeper than before.

your hips bucked erratically, trying to chase your approaching high. you babbled on moans as your arousal rolled down his knuckles. your pathetically wet pussy was all you could hear besides your own whimpers.

"nobody," you cried. "nobody but you daddy.."

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to supress your moans and not wake the baby while you squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"did ya miss me as much as i missed ya? fuck.. how bad was it─ not bein' able to make yourself cum like i do─ like daddy does?" he asked, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy growing bruised from how hard he was fingering you.

"soo bad.. so so bad," you moaned, his grip on your face loosening. "you reach so fuckin' deep.. make me feel so good, toji.. missed you so much.."

your voice quivered, "toji.. i need it bad.."

"need what, ma?" he asked you.

"need," you sniffled. "need your dick, toj'.."

he scoffed, "i know but i gotta prep you," he chewed on his inner cheek as you slid your hand under your tanktop and began playing with your sensitive tits. "just cum on my fingers and i'll give it to you.. i know how needy you've been without me, ma. my poor baby's been sufferin without this dick, yeah?"

you whined, "that's it..?"

"that's it," he kissed your nose. "that's all daddy wants.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who has you so cock drunk that he had to cover your mouth 'cause at that point you didn't even consider the fact you'd wake the baby.

but he couldn't blame you.

it had been about five months since he fucked you and right now it seemed like, even with prep, he was splitting your lil cunt in two.

it was a sloppy mess down there, you had forgotten how many times you had creamed around his cock.. but it was enough that it made each thrust make a wet, gushy squech-like noise.

only he had you like this.. so pathetic and desperate for a man's dick.

but it wasn't just that alone, of course he was blessed with a big ass dick, but toji actually knew how to fuck. he knew where to touch, what to tease, how fast or how slow he should go to get the ideal reaction from you.

"so fuckin messy," he grinned, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin as his heavy balls slapped repeatedly against your ass. toji found himself slipping out of you and he rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit. ".. so fuckin sensitive.."

you whined and bucked your hips against him til he finally pushed his cock back into the warmth of your gummy walls.

"you love this dick don't you, ma?" toji grunted, pulling his hand down so that you could speak.

his tip kissed your cervix and you gasped, "love it so much, toji!"

"ya can't live without this dick, can ya? just gotta fuckin' have it like a lil addict," toji chuckles, his thrusts grew harsher and more precise by the second. "what? you addicted to this dick, baby?"

you sobbed, "m─ mhm!"

"at that point then," his hand snaked around your throat. your thighs were now pressed firmly against your leaking breasts.. your pussy spread open and getting fucked 'til it was turning red. "might as well call this my fuckin cunt.. 'cause you can't please it properly without me.." toji huffed, squeezing your throat just a bit.

"it's," you whimpered. "it's your cunt, toji.. only yours!"

you could feel yourself coming to another orgasm.. your entire body was feeling it─ feeling him. that was his effect. every nerve, fiber, and ounce of your being could feel him when he fucked you. shit, even when he wasn't fucking you. lyric was an perfect example of the fact that toji was never going to be out of your life for good.

"missed you so much.. oh m'gonna cum! m'gonna cum again toji.." you warned him, clawing at his chest as your tits bounced with the newfound speed of his thrusts.

"fuck, just wait a sec, ma.." he rasped.

"can't," you whined. "gotta cum now.. please!"

he squeezed your throat tightly and groaned, "listen to me," you gasped for air as tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "do ya love me, baby?"

you blinked tears away as air filled your lungs once again..

"y.. yes, I love you too much toji.." you admitted.

"love ya too, ma," he smirked. "let me cum inside this pussy, yeah? let me make sure every man who looks at you knows i've been inside this pretty pussy.."

you let out one final gasp as you gushed around toji's cock for maybe the fourth time already, and in response to your cunt spasming around him he buried his cock deep inside you, shuddering as he let his jaw hang low and thick ropes of cum painted your inner walls.

everything hurts.

toji kissed your calves while kneading your bare tits as you tried to collect your thoughts.

but only one echoed throughout your mind

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who laid next to you in your bed, letting you rest on his chest. his lips pressed into your forehead while holding you close, softened cock nestled in your walls.

"toji.." you mumbled, voice hoarse.

"yeah, ma?"

"i'm not on bc.." you confessed shyly.

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who fucks you to sleep raw after hearing those words, making sure he claimed you on on every surface of your apartment before your daughter finally sturrs awake. he mumbles something about you resting.. and that he'll take care of her til you wake.

that familiar smug look on his face as he watches globs of his cum drip from your hole.

he knows good and well that he finally had you.. he finally caught you with your gaurd down..

now you were for sure stuck with him 'cause after all that, baby number two was definitely guaranteed.

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Gojo Satoru loves to take video of you taking him fully

Bakugo gives one last thrust into your wet cunt before his cock twitched. Painting your walls white with his thick seed.

He lets out a sigh, head leaning on the wall as his hands still were tightly wrapped around your plush thighs.

A sudden smirk makes its way to his lips. Seeing your drunken fucked out face made pride swell inside his chest.

A harsh slap on your ass made you gasp. Your legs twitching as he slowly removed his cock from your warm hole. Watching his cum drop from your puffy slit.

“Three years of chasing me, admiral.” He mocked in your ear, using two fingers to push back the cum that was seeping from your hole.

“And all you managed to get is my fat cock In that tight little pussy of yours.” He groaned. Giving your clit a little slap before he shifted you off him.

He began to get dressed as you tried to stand. But your legs weren’t having it. Before you could fall, Bakugo catches you in his arms.

“I look forward to seeing you from now on~” He pulled you into a rough kiss, pulling on your hair and shoving his tongue down your throat.

“Have fun~” He mocked. Dropping you on the floor with a laugh. Grabbing the bag of jewels he had stolen.

Never Trust a pirate.

I’d like to share some information I came across last night.

Men are hardwired to think their pregnant s/o is hot because of their primal breeding instincts. Not only that but men often think it’s hot when they know their baby is inside you. I saw a quote from a dad of 3 saying “Goddamn woman, I saw what a baby did to you and it makes me want to fill you with more!” When he heard his wife felt ugly during her pregnancy. Also orgasms are more intense when you’re pregnant so they want to fuck you more and make you feel good.

Yami or Bokuto impregnate me challenge

you have no idea what this information did to me!! yami and bokuto are absolutely obsessed with knocking up their s/o. also, I'm so sorry for taking so long to respond! 

this is not edited so I’m sorry if there a shit ton of mistakes

warnings: public sex, heavy heavy breeding, pregnancies, exhibitionism, creampies, marathon sex, lactation kink, size kink, vaginal penetration, female reader, nipple play, car sex, domestic relationship, established relationship, pregnancy kink

yami never really thought about having some brats of his own. he already had to take care of the idiots in his squad so the idea of raising his own brat with you seemed demanding and tiresome. he was astonished and honestly a little terrified when you told him that you were carrying his child but deep down he was the happiest man alive when he heard that news. to others, he might seem like he dislikes taking care of people but taking care of you is the reason why he keeps going everyday so maybe the thought of taking care of another wasn’t too bad after all. however, three months into your pregnancy, something in him changed, or maybe it didn’t change and it was just there all along. once you began showing and your baby bump started growing, yami began feeling a sense of possessiveness and primal instinct to breed you over and over again.

seeing you waddle around the Black Bulls hideout drove him absolutely crazy and he had a hard time trying to cover up his painfully hard erection he was sporting in his trousers, but a sense of pride bloomed inside of him at the thought of everyone knowing that he knocked you up and you were now carrying his child. he had no choice but to push you up against the wall and fill you with cum so that it dribbled down your thighs. he was absolutely insatiable. he would bend you over the couch in the hideout and pump his cum into you when his squad was eating in the dining hall or pull you onto his lap and fill you with more of his thick cum when everyone was partying and way too preoccupied to notice you creaming on captain yami’s cock on the couch. of course he didn’t tell you about this new feeling until later that night when he had your naked body underneath him. not until then did you fully realize just how affected he is seeing you round and full with his child. he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, squeezing your tender breasts, rubbing your round belly, and gently stroking your sensitive pussy with his thick fingers.

“didn’t know knocking you up with my kid would turn me on so much. and your body is so fucking beautiful. love your round tummy and your breasts full with milk. so sensitive too.”

he could barely hold himself back from stuffing your pussy with his heavy cock and filling you up until his thick cum flows out of you. all he wanted to do was to breed you over and over again so that you were always carrying his child, always full and round, and always showing everyone that you were carrying yami sukehiro’s children. your eyes widened when yami slid his cock into you with one slow thrust. the pregnancy has made you even more sensitive and you could easily feel the thick vein the runs along the underside of his cock in you. usually yami fucks you rough and fast but tonight he held you close to his body and fucked you deep and slow. even though he was holding you gently, his heavy body wrapping around your body made your breathing laborious and his deep thrusts kept taking your breath away.

yami held you down against the bed and kept pumping you full with his cum all night long until the two of you were wrapped in each other’s sweaty bodies as the sun began to rise and his cum flowed out of you and his big hand came to rest on your round tummy.

bokuto was never the same after he overheard atsumu and captain meian talking about how they wanted their own little wife that could give them their own volleyball team. at first bokuto was confused as to what that meant until he put it all together and realized that he’s got his own little housewife that he can pump full with his own fertile semen. if he could fuck you over and over again maybe he could keep you pregant long enough to give him enough kids that could act as his own volleyball team. I mean how nice would it be to have a couple of kids running around? and to see you attending his games all round and full with his child, showing all of his teammates that he put his own child in you before anyone else could knock up their partner. this is all that bokuto thinks about during practice and he can’t quite help himself from chubbing up in his thin gym shorts.

as soon as he gets home he’s on you in an instant. pressing his crotch into yours and pressing sloppy kisses all over your neck and breasts. that night, bokuto pumped load after load of his cum into your pussy and propped your hips up on a pillow to ensure that his cum stayed in you.

six months later, you waddle your way into the packed stadium to watch your husband’s match. you have a hard time moving around due to the baby that bokuto put in you a couple months ago. bokuto looks up to see you sitting there in the bleachers with your hand resting on your swollen stomach and a sweet smile on your face. bokuto can hardly hold back his smile and the pride swelling in his chest from seeing you carrying his baby.

“so ya put a baby in her, huh?” bokuto turns around to see atsumu smirking at him. for the rest of the game and cool down, his teammates made comments about your pregnancy and how bokuto is trying to put as many babies into you as possible so that he can have his own team. all of this talk made bokuto even more possessive and primal. his need to breed you again was evident and his teammates talking about you looking good with a baby in you was making him frustrated and way too feral. after the game, bokuto (gently) dragged you out of the stadium to you and bokuto’s car in the parking lot. you could see in his eyes that he was extremely frustrated and needed to be in you as soon as possible.

“they were talking about how i could put my babies in you so that we can have a volleyball team and you just look so fucking good carrying our baby. please baby, please let me breed you again and again.” he whined out as he slipped his sweaty cock out of his shorts and began pushing up your dress. “gonna put another baby into you once this one is out and fuck you full of my cum until it takes.” you looked up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as he pushed his fat cock into you. he was careful not to squish you or the baby but still pistoned his cock into your overly sensitive pussy as the car began to rock. his eyes were glued to your swollen breasts jiggling from the impact of his thrusts and brought his mouth to one of them and began sucking at it. “your tits are gonna be full with milk to feed our baby, fuck.” you always feel good around him but ever since you got pregnant, sex has been mindblowing. for some reason your walls feel more velvetier around his cock and your sensitivity has made it easier for you to come which results in you squeezing and sucking him in even more. almost like you’re begging for more of his cum.

“well it looks like bokuto is already trying to knock up y/n again. doesn’t he know that it doesn’t work that way and he’s gotta wait until after she gives birth?” atsumu laughs as him, meian, hinata, and sakusa walk past the car that is rocking back and forth erratically in the parking lot.

three months later, bokuto is beyond ecstatic when you give birth to twins. now he’s even closer to having his own team with his sweet little wife.

this was a lot longer than I intended it to be but I got carried away lol 😅

Hold me for a bit longer

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Description: Being the wife of a pro hero is no easy feat— being the pregnant wife of a pro hero makes things much harder. With a baby belly so big you can only waddle as you walk, Shota decides to take some of the weight into his own hands in hopes of providing some relief.

Warnings: established relationship, pregnancy, mentions of sickness

Word count: 1,506

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The concept of life, the fragility of it, never seemed to fully sink it for Shota. As a hero who’s witnessed more disasters and catastrophes than he’d like to recount, he understands well the value of a single life, but he never truly understood how precious it is.

His eyes burned with a need of sleep that had been chasing him for the entire week, slowly wearing him down until he was sure he was a mere second away from falling asleep on the couch. His heart ached to see you. He’d just arrived from his night patrol and simply wanted to catch sight of the treasure he calls his lover.

You walked out of your shared room, recently showered and sporting one of his shirts over your figure. His heart almost seized at the sight. He couldn’t help the adoring smile that pulled at his lips. His shirt, which usually swallowed you whole, now hung over the top of your growing belly.

Shota hauled himself off the couch, dragging his feet over wooden floors until you were within his reach. Tired, sore eyes twinkled with the purest forms of love as he basked in the sight of you. One hand on your jaw, the other clinging to your fingers, he smiled tenderly as you leaned into his touch.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he gazed into those sweet hues of yours, memorizing each twinkle of light caught in your eyes. “How are you?” He murmured, tender and warm.

You sighed, smiling at the warmth of his touch. “Tired,” Gently, you pulled him in just enough to plant a soft pressing of your lips on his cheekbone, right over the scar that ran over his skin. “I missed you today—” As if on cue, you winced slightly, putting a hand over your swollen belly. “We missed you today,” you corrected with a soft laugh.

A sense of adoration softened the sharp lines of your lover’s eyes, his lips turned up in a shy smile. He carefully got on his knees, as if he were scared of spooking the baby within you, and cupped the sides of your belly tenderly. “I missed you, too, kid,” His voice was a whisper, the words gentle and soft. “You’ve been good to your mom?”

You winced again but bit back a smile at the look of astonishment that sparkled in your husband’s eyes as the baby kicked right where his hand was pressed. It’s like this every time. The tiny treasure growing within you always seemed to know when their dad was speaking to them. Shota's eyes always glistened with something akin to wonder and joy whenever the baby reacted to him. It was one of the most precious things you’ve witnessed.

As the baby shifted and continued to kick around, you sighed, letting yourself lean against the wall behind you for support. Shota looked up, concern washing over his features as your face twisted in pain. “Everything alright, angel?”

A single stiff nod was his only reply as you took in deep breaths. Finally, you gave a tired smile. “Yeah, yeah,” Once his fingers were once again locked around your own again, you gave what was meant to be a reassuring squeeze, but turned out to be a hand-crushing grip. “Baby's just getting a bit too big to be moving around this much.”

He watched with a frown as you rolled your shoulders back, adjusting your posture in a vain attempt of finding comfort. Shota had to admit, he didn’t understand how you could walk— well, waddle— with such a swollen belly in the way. He now had to help you get out of bed, hold your hand to help you sit down— he even learned how to paint your toenails now that you couldn’t do it on your own. Never in a million years would he ever complain about small details such as these— he adores doing whatever it takes to keep you happy— but he wasn’t blind to how tired and uncomfortable you grew as your belly continued to swell.

A frown settled on his lips as he looked back at your belly. “Is there anything you need?” He rose to his feet, reassuringly squeezing your hand.

You smiled at his concern, pulling his hand to your lips so you could plant a kiss over his knuckles. “I need this baby out of me,” You only half-joked, remembering you still had at least two more months until your due date. “My back is killing me.”

Shota watched as you once again tried to roll your shoulders back in an attempt to alleviate the aches pf your back, frowning at the look of discomfort that twisted your face. His heart ached for you. The process of seeing your body change over the months has been somewhat bittersweet. The joy of knowing a new member of your family will finally be in his arms makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter, but the bouts of sickness and discomfort that wrack your body flood him with concern.

With lips pulled into a thin line, he toyed around with a thought that swirled around his mind. His hands trailed up to the apples of your cheeks, cupping the sides of your face gently as he searched your gaze. Voice low, he asked, “May I try something?”

Curiosity flashed in your eyes as you leaned into his touch. You turned your face to the side, kissing the palm of his hand with ghostly pressings of your lips. A sigh escaped your lips. “Yeah,”

Shota pulled you away from the wall you leaned on and moved so he was standing behind you. His arms wrapped around you, allowing for his hands to gently cup the bottom of your belly. “Lean into me,” He whispered into your ear, huffing a breath of amusement at your confused expression. “Trust me. Lean back.”

Following his order, you pressed your back to his chest, relaxing into the warmth of his body. “What now?”

His thumbs caressed your belly tenderly. “Take a deep breath.” Once he felt the steady rise of your chest, he slowly and carefully took the weight of your growing baby into his own hands, lifting your belly gently and releasing the pressure from your aching bones. He smiled at the sigh of relief that flew past your lips. “Does this help?”

With your head falling back on his shoulder, you peered up at him with adoration twinkling in your eyes. Shota's heart fluttered. “I love you so much.” A hushed breath carried your voice through the cracks of his heart, giving way for warmth to bloom in his chest as heat rose to his cheeks.

He kissed the top of your head before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Maybe that’ll help him hide how flustered he truly is. His hands continued to hold the weight of the life growing within you, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over the skin of your belly. “I love you, too,” The baby kicked at one of his hands, right on cue. “Yeah, I love you, too, kid.” Shota looked over your shoulder, down at the swollen belly in his hands. He smiled. “They’re heavy.”

You snickered. “I know.”

Shota released a breath of wonder, letting his chin rest over your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

A bright smile tugged at your lips. “So much better,” Your body sunk further into your lover’s. “I really needed this. Thank you.”

Your husband hummed. “Let me know where you’re ready for me to let go.”

Immediately, your hands latched onto his, almost holding on for dear life. “Please,” Your voice was urgent, tight with a plead. “Not yet. Just… hold me for a bit longer.”

Shota's smile grew. His lips caught the side of your face in a gentle kiss. His hands never wavered or strayed away. “Okay,” he breathed. “I’ve got you.”

His heart was light. The weight of your growing baby in his hands made his heart swell with excitement. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, with your back pressed against him and your swollen belly resting in his hands, but he isn’t in a hurry to pull away. Tears welled in his eyes, clinging to his lashes before dropping onto his cheeks. He once again hid by the crook of your neck, breathing shakily as your hands cupped his, joining him in the efforts of holding your belly.

Shota was only starting to understand how precious life was. He still had so much to learn— so much love to give. But right at that moment, he realized he was living in a moment in time he never believed could belong to him. The weight of the unborn creation of your love on his hands made this so much more real to him.

He has a family. His family is growing.

And he knew that, no matter what, he’d keep the treasures of his heart far from the dangers of this world.

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heyyy!!! Jake sully fic request!!

Dilf Jake x reader and reader is expecting another child. Fluff and smut :)

Jake Sully x F!Omaticaya Reader

an: LETS GOO DILF JAKE REQUESTS. i haven't written smut in a little while sooo 😭 here it is, im a little rusty so apologies!!

warnings: unprotected sex, praise, fem bodied reader, size kink.

genre: smut & fluff.

"Tuk!" You let out a sigh as she runs off with her brothers. You look up at the night sky and take in a deep breath. You look around and realize Jake and Kiri are no where in sight. You knew Kiri and the rest of your children were having a hard time taking in everything. You and jake knew settling in the reef wouldnt be so easy

You got up from the floor and swiftly ran into the forest until you saw Jake and Kiri sitting on a rock on front of a small pond. Your heart melted at the sight of your husband holding your daughter in his arms. You crossed your arms over your chest and smiled as you watched from a distance.

"so what is it baby girl." Your heard your husband say while gently patting Kiris back. You watched as kiri sobbed into jakes chest. You slowly approached them and plopped down next to kiri. You wrap your arm around her while gently caressing her shoulder.

"Kiri, everything is going to be okay. As long as we all stick together. I promise i won't let anything happen to any of you." You reassure her before looking over at Jake. a soft, caring smile spread across his face as he stared at you. The two of you hold your daughter close as her soft crys escape. You both knew the kids didn't want to leave their home but Jake insisted they leave. He wanted to keep his family safe and you also want whats best for your family so you complied.

"you're right, as long as i have the two of you, i'll be fine...We'll all be fine." You pull Kiri into one last hug before letting her go. A smile forms on your face as you watch as Jake wipe the tears from her face.

"Now now Kiri, its getting late. Go get you and your siblings into bed." You watch as she runs back into the forest. You let out a sigh and turn to face Jake. You grinned as you admired his facial features, you loved the way the glowing plants illuminated his face. Your brought up your hand to his cheek and gently caressed it with your fingers.

"You're such a great dad.." You shift your gaze from his eyes down to his lips. your hands began to wander all over his body. from his toned chest down to his legs. You felt his body stiffen and his breath become shaky. You knew the effect you had on him.

"y'know i always want whats best for my family baby." Jake remarked before pressing his lips to yours. Now you were the one speechless. Your eyes fluttered shut as you enjoyed the moment. Your lips moved in sync as the kiss and desire grew deeper. A muffled laugh escaped from your lips as you slowly attempted to pull back from the kiss. "jake, jake. We can't do this, not now.." you grinned as he held a firm grip on your waist.

"mm, why not. I don't see anyone around." He looked around the forest. The only thing surrounding the two of you were glowing plants and trees. No one was around, you ran no risk of getting caught.

"i guess theres nothing wrong with a little bit of fun, hmm?" A smirk spread across your face as your wrapped your around around his neck. you smashed your lips against his and the kiss grew hotter. He gently laid you on your back before towering over your smaller body

His big hands came to rest on your waist, his long fingers trailing down your body. He looked like a god like this, sweat trickling down his torso, trailing along his v- line and the soft line of hair at his navel. "Jake please.." you muttered, It was his turn to tease you now. You whined as the tip of his long member teased your wet entrance. "Use your words sweetheart, c'mon"

a series of whimpers escaped your mouth while bucking your hips up to chase the friction he wasn’t giving you. “Need more… i want you inside me,” As if predicting your response, a wolffish grin spread across his face while his hands gripped your thighs and hoisted them against the sides of his waist. His actions caught you off guard, and you let out a muffled moan.

A hiss left his mouth at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him, “So wet for me,” he sighed, his hips rolling to meet your pelvis. You never got used to his size, no matter how wet and prepped you were, your walls burned with irritation. Jake's eyes softened at the sight of your scrunched face, his hand slipping down to rub your clit. Almost immediately pleasure consumed you, like liquid fire spreading throughout your core.

Eyes flitting across your body, Jake grinned at your wrecked state; your hair a disheveled mess. He sucked in a harsh breath when you clenched around him, a sign of your approaching climax. “You feel so good, darling,” Jake's forehead coming to rest against yours. His lips connecting with yours in a messy kiss. He continued his kisses along your jaw, suckling the soft skin of your neck until he met your collarbone.

“Jake, I-” you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus when your heart was beating so fast. His hands held your legs up for you, wrapping them around his waist to get closer to your body. His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face to look at him. Heat bloomed along your cheeks and chest, spreading to your legs and tingling your nerves.

"let go for me sweetheart" Harsh pants left his mouth, soon cut off by a low groan when you ran your nails down his spine. His thrusts turned sloppy, and he stuffed his face into the side of your neck to muffle the string of moans that released from his mouth.

Waves of pleasure washed over the both of you. His body fell lax against yours and you stroked his back, your hand a warm anchor for his mind. "you did so well love." Jake remarked while holding you tightly against his chest. you looked up and him and smiled as he stared at you with pure admiration. He was one lucky son of a bitch, there is no one else like you.

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it had been a few weeks since you found out you were pregnant. When you told Jake he went crazy, He was the happiest man on Pandora.

The moment he found out he showered every inch of your body in kisses. The kids were obviously extremely excited and happy for you.

As the days went by Jake would constantly be by your side. Almost every minute of every hour. He had one more person to protect and failing was and will never be an option for him.

-

You sat outside on the deck with your feet swirling around in the water with Tuk's head resting on your lap. You shift your gaze from your lap to the ocean. A smile spread across your face as you admired the glowing plants and fish that gracefully swam in the water.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didnt notice Jake standing behind you until he presaed his hand against youe shoulder. You quickly turn around and let out a sigh. "You startled me.."

You rolled your eyes as he let out a chuckle. "apologies sweetheart, didn't mean to." You felt him plop down next to you. Your eyes flutter shut as you rested your head against his shoulder. You took a deep breath and the scent of the salted ocean water filled your nose almost immediately.

"I never want this to end.." he hummed out while gently stroking your thigh. You glanced down at Tuk and she was peacefully sleeping. "And it wont my love, we'll be okay." you looked up at him with a reassuring smile.

Jakes heart immediately melted "you don't know how happy i am, with you, the kids and simply everything. Times right now may not be the best but we'll get through it sweetheart." he pressed his hand to your stomach.

"now, lets go get some rest.." Jake got up from the deck and carried Tuk back to the tent. You walked behind them and admired Your husband and the way he held your child in his hands, you were caught in a trance. After tucking Tuk into her bed he turned around to face you. He chuckled as a smirk spread across his face. "my eyes are up here darling." You crossed your arms over your chest and scoffed

"pfft, i was only thinking.." you remarked as a small smile creeped uo on your face. Jake approached you from behind and press his hands onto your shoulders as your eyes slowly fluttered shut. Your husband never failed to make you feel safe.

BEST FRIENDS DAD <3

# : *turns off notifications on tumblr and hides* i was not very happy w how this came out vs what i thought, smut under the cut

tags : fem!reader, unprotected, semi public - your family in the next room, breeding ish, nonconsensual watching? etc

a warm hand strokes down your back, coming down in hard but somewhat quiet slaps on your ass.

“shh now, don’t want your family to know what’s going on. right y/n?” he mocks, grunting and moaning next to your ear as if he is expecting you to be able to answer him. which you can’t do since as quickly as your panties came off he stuffed them into your mouth to keep your noises of pleasure down. not wanting your parents to notice and neither his two sons to notice, one which is your best friend since you were two kids.

having grown up with the rengoku family as next door neighbors and old family friends since your parents and shinjuro were young too.

shinjuro who couldn’t help but notice a few weeks back how much you’ve grown into the strong woman you have become - which is easy to see because of the way you carry yourself around, head up high as to not be looked down on by the older generations who are still not used to women being part of the higher up demon slayers.

but oh how easy it was to get you to crumble into a mess beneath him, one leg hiked up high on the kitchen counter and shirt hanging above your tits.

and the retired hashira can’t help but ogle over how they bounce so prettily when he thrusts into you extra hard.

“you’ve got such a pretty body, reacting so well to my touch.”

his warm and big hands move down to your bottom, spreading your ass apart to watch the way his cock slides in and out of your tight cunt so easily. your tight pussy painting his dick in a pretty white with your cum.

“look at that, what a sloppy little cunt.” his thrusts pick up their pace, going in harder but still somehow keeping quiet to not alert your families in the room next to the kitchen.

you reach behind you to wrap a hand around his wrist, still holding onto your ass, as if to keep yourself stable and not slip too much.

he can hear you try to say something but it only comes out as a muffled sound, considering you have your panties stuffed in your mouth.

“what? do i have to fuck you dumb to keep you quiet, huh?” as if to keep true to his plan shinjuro thrusts in and out of your slippery walls with extra power behind. getting as deep in you as he can, shinjuro wants you to feel the imprint of his thick and long cock in you for the next few days.

that every time you look over the edge separating your family homes and see him on the porch, your walls will tighten at the thought of how good he felt inside you.

he can feel your cunt tighten around him, clit pulsing under his touch as he brings you to the next orgasm as if it’s the easiest thing shinjuro’s done in his life.

you moan around your panties as you are pushed over the edge. your mind gone enough for you to not think that he actually can’t hear what you’re trying to say.

“mphm, !”

he chuckles lowly at you, “can’t hear what you’re sayin’ little one.”

his hand comes down in a couple spanks on your ass, watching how it moves with hungry eyes as he can also feel how you’ve tightened up around him.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” shinjuro moans.

“wan’ me to fill up your slutty pussy? hm, would look so pretty full with my cum.”

he groans, hips moving faster into you as his full balls tighten as his warm cum fills you up.

“g’nna keep on fillin’ you up, want to see you round with my seed.”

you can only moan and finally reach up to pull out your soaked underwear with shaky hands. throwing them down on the counter as you straighten up, groaning at both the feeling of his cum starting to slide out your swollen cunt and at how stiff your back has become from being bent over for so long.

“can we next time at least fuck somewhere else?” you ask.

and kyojuro stifles his breathy moan with a hand thrown over his mouth, cum spilling out over his hand he is stroking himself with to the sight of you getting wrecked by his dad.

a/n : i have a headache now but i’ll look through and add more to the warnings bye

2022 © all content belongs to ztoji. Do not repost my work anywhere.

I’ve decided to answer this here because I wrote way too fucking much.

Length: 5.8k

CW: Age-gap, forbidden relationship, power imbalance, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism

A/N: they literally don’t even kiss till 4k in fuck me. I can’t write a pr0n without plot if i even wanted to.

You were moving back home from university for the summer, your small sedan packed to the ceiling with boxes full of your belongings. With your A/C in the car broken, you had the windows of the passenger seats all the way down, the wind blowing in to cool off the sweat dripping down your skin. It was so uncomfortable, your bare legs sticking together while you drove, your tank top drenched with sweat. You cursed the fact that you were too broke to get the car fixed. It was impossible trying to get it fixed back in your college town, where the mechanics were running a freaking mafia ring with the prices they charged students; there was no way you could afford it.

Luckily for you, your father’s best friend Eren was quite good with cars.

When you arrived back home on a late Saturday afternoon, you parked into the empty space on the right side of the driveway. The space to the left, in front of the open garage, was occupied by Eren’s car, a familiar red classic car that he built piece-by-piece as a hobby over the years. You glanced at it briefly as you exited the car, making a mental note to yourself with a sly smile on your face that Eren must be here. For a moment you stood next to the passenger door after you closed it, fixing up your clothes in the side view mirror: pulling up your shorts so they hugged the curve of your ass. Pushing up your bra under your tank top just a little more. Pulling the neckline of your tank top a little lower for some more cleavage – you know, nothing too conspicuous.

You looked up at your house, noticing your father’s car in the open garage. The hood was up, and your father was inside the driver’s seat, fumbling with the dash and muttering curse words at the steering wheel. Below the car, a pair of dark jeans adorning long legs, punctuated with a pair of worn-out sneakers. You couldn’t see who it was, with only the legs poking out from beneath the hood of the car, but you had a good feeling it was the man who was always sticking around to help out your dad: Eren Jaeger.

Your dad didn’t see you when you walked up to the hood of the car. With the hood open, you were obscured from your father’s view. Eren was working on something underneath the car, who knows what, when he heard the tapping of footsteps approaching. He lifted his head, just slightly, but he could only see calves and a pair of sneakers. But his best friend only had one child, his wife long passed, so those feminine legs could only belong to one person: you.

He dropped his wrench and slid out from under the car, his back on one of those boards with wheels. When he slid out he saw you standing there, staring back at him with a smile. From his angle, he got a nice view of your long legs and the underside of your tits. Nice.

“Hey,” he greeted you with your name, the sound of it always coming out sweet like honey, those green eyes sparkling even in the shadow that you cast onto him as you blocked the sun with your body. “Back from school?”

“Yeah, home sweet home.” Your eyes held his gaze for a moment before they dared to travel lower. With the sweltering heat, of course he was shirtless, abs rippling with his movements, his chiseled arms covered in sweat and motor oils. Of course, even with him in his 30s, he’d have a toned body that your classmates would be jealous of. Of course those jeans of his would sit low on his hips, your eyes hitching on that delectable happy trail of his. Of fucking course your dad’s friend was still too hot for you to function. Sometimes you hoped you’d come back from university and you’d come back to him finally looking his age. But that hasn’t happened yet, and doesn’t seem like it will, either.

Oh and of course Eren would catch you staring every single time. Not that he minded. He only smiled in silent acknowledgement of you undressing him with your eyes. And then it was his turn to undress you with his eyes because, frankly, the tiny amount of clothes you wore today needed to be appreciated.

Your father’s voice calling your name suddenly thundered in the otherwise silent garage, cutting short whatever the hell you two were doing with those bedroom eyes. You tore your gaze away from Eren to look up at your father, who had climbed out of the driver’s seat and come over to you for a hug.

“I missed you, honey,” he said, embracing you tightly. Your face was smooshed against his sweaty t-shirt. He smelled of booze. Must have been drinking.

“Dad, gross. You’re sweaty,” you protested, wedging your palms between your bodies and using them to push him away. He laughed, and when you pushed him away you noticed a beer can in his hand.

“That any way to greet your old man? Oh, and Eren’s here,” he gestured with his beer can to Eren, as if he didn’t realize you could see Eren as clear as day on the floor. You dad was a bit clueless most of the time, never catching onto the unspoken thing going on between his best friend and his daughter. Or maybe he was drunk, you thought, looking over at the number of empty cans on the ground by the car.

“Yeah I saw, dad,” you turned to Eren, “How’s it going Mr. Jaeger?”

Eren rolled his eyes, shooting you a look. “It’s Eren.”

“Right,” you said with a teasing grin.

Your father piped up, his speech just slightly slurred, “My car’s dead right now, Eren came over to check it out. How’s it look, Eren?”

Eren piped up from his spot on the ground, “Not good. We’re gonna have to order a part for it, so it might be out of commission for a few days.”

Your father turned towards you, “I might need to borrow your car to get to w-work.” He hiccuped when he croaked out the word work.

“Aw come on, dad,” you complained, “But I was going to meet up with my old friends from high school on monday.”

Eren quickly said, “I can give you a ride, if you want. I’m off Monday.”

Your eyes flickered down towards him, a look filled with a thousand words in his eyes. Was he suggesting something?

Your father said, “See! It works out!” He was talking a bit too loudly for you standing right before him, but okay. He’s definitely drunk.

You sighed, “Okay. But the A/C’s broken.”

Eren got up, pushing off the rolling board, and stood next to you. He grabbed a nearby towel and wiped down his hands, turning the towel a darker color with the stains of motor oil. “I can fix that, show me.”

Your father, wiping the sweat from his brow, said “I’m gonna head inside and get a drink. It’s so damn hot outside. Have Eren check on the A/C for you.”

“Okay, dad.”

You knew your dad was a sleepy drunk. You figured he was probably going to go lay down on the couch and knock out. He walked to the door in the back of the garage. You and Eren watched as he turned the door knob and then headed inside. Once your dad was out of sight, Eren took a step closer to you, close enough to have you leaning over the exposed hood of your father’s car.

“Wanna show me?” He asked, wedging a leg between your thighs as you were pressed against the hood of the car.

For a second your mind blanked out, not sure exactly what he was referring to. He chuckled.

“The A/C, sweetheart.” He said, brushing the back of his hand up your thigh, before pulling away and sauntering over to the car. You blinked back, dazed, eyes trained on the muscles of his broad back, following him the short distance to your car.

“Yeah, the A/C’s broken,” you said, stepping in front of him. You opened the driver’s seat door, and he stood closely behind you as you bent down at the waist to insert the key into the ignition. With you bent over and him behind you, this position was less than ideal and it was giving Eren thoughts. For a second he pondered tossing you into his car and taking you right then. But he practiced some self-restraint.

You turned on the car and played with the A/C dials. As you were bent over, your torso inside of the car, your legs standing straight, you felt his hand brush over your ass. It stayed there, fingers touching where your shorts ended and your asscheeks began.

He’s getting bold, you thought to yourself. Eren was always one to share teasing looks and the occasional touch. But he’d never let his touch linger. What was different about today?

Eren’s friendship with your father started a couple of years ago, your dad starting at a new job while you were away freshman year, and Eren being a coworker that he came to befriend. They grew very close immediately, bonding over practically anything: music, sports, other boring shit that you didn’t care about. You never cared at all about your dad’s friends, to be honest. At least, not until you met Eren in person.

That first summer that you came home from school was when your father had introduced him to you. You were home one day, lounging around in a t-shirt and shorts (no bra because who wears a bra at home?), when you made your way downstairs to grab a snack from the fridge. But you couldn’t even make it all the way down the stairs, because the sight at the bottom nearly paralyzed you.

You never expected your father’s friend to be so hot.

He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, having just walked in the front door and chatting with your father, when he heard your footsteps coming down. Before you could see him, he saw you and your silky smooth pair of legs, his eyes trailing upwards until he caught a glimpse of your face. He’d told himself that, no, he did not notice the way your breasts bounced beneath your t-shirt as you went down the stairs. Nope. No he didn’t. Okay, maybe he did.

You were looking down at your feet as you made your way down the steps, only stopping at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, paired with the sight of an unfamiliar man. When you two locked eyes, it was like time froze.

Quickly your father said, “Honey, this is one of my friends from work. Eren Jaeger.”

He then turned to Eren, “This is my daughter I told you about.”

Eren was quick to recuperate, waving a hand as greeting, thinking to himself that, fuck, he expected some kind of snot-nosed brat, maybe a school-aged kid. Not some 20-year-old who looked like that.

You waved back, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Jaeger.”

“Call me Eren,” he corrected you, once you made it down to the bottom of the stairs.

“Okay, Eren.” You smiled as you stuck a hand out for him to shake it.

And with the sight of your smile, he was a goner.

Eren was not very good at resisting temptations.

Temptations came in all forms: wasting money on more parts for his classic car; eating too many scoops of ice cream on a friday night; having one too many beers at the bar with his friends. But the worst one was you.

See, the more time you spent around your dad’s best friend, the more you noticed the looks. It was only looks, at first. But you, someone who was admittedly a bit of a spoiled daddy’s girl, you were not used to being told no. There weren’t things that you wanted that you couldn’t have – Eren being one of them, of course. So when Eren would look, you would look back. At first Eren was shocked, that when his eyes would start down at your thighs, his gaze would meet yours once it reached your face. He knew that you knew that he was checking you out. And you knew that he knew when you would check him out. It became a game, almost. Who could stare at who while your dad didn’t notice. Eren tried to resist this game, him being the older one here, he should have known better.

But like we said, he’s not very good at resisting temptations. Especially in the form of a sexy girl going to a spring break party.

You were such a tease, though you weren’t trying to be. A saturday night with your dad and his friends drinking beers in the living room, as they screamed and shouted at the sports game on the tv – that was a normal occurrence in the house. What wasn’t normal was the fact that you were going out that night. The drunk men gathered around the TV paid you no mind as you walked down the stairs, a tiny figure-hugging dress adorned on your body. Well, except for Eren. He definitely paid you mind. His eyes, locked-on like a cat with a laser pointer, watched as you made your way down and turned into the kitchen. By some kind of impulse, maybe liquid courage, he shot up and followed you. He tried to stand there casually as you opened the fridge to take out a bottle of soda, palming his sweaty hands against his jeans.

“Going out tonight?” He asked, eyes trained on your figure as you paid attention to the glass on the counter, pouring your soda.

“Yeah, meeting up with some friends. Why?” You turned to face him, and his eyes immediately dropped to your cleavage. God he was terrible at this. You resisted the urge to laugh.

“You wouldn’t be meeting up with guys would you?” Eren asked, a teasing sound to his voice. You giggled and it immediately brought a smile to his face.

“What, did my dad tell you to ask me that?” You laughed, opening the fridge once more to put the soda back in. You bent over to put the soda on a bottom shelf, and Eren scooted closer. His mouth was practically watering, with you bent over like that… he wondered what you would feel like. He just wanted to know. Maybe a light touch, and he’d find out. Just one touch, he told himself.

He came up behind you, just the lightest brush of his palm against your ass, before he parked his hand at the small of your back. You were about to close the fridge, but his free hand came around to yank it open wider.

“Just wondering, ‘is all. I’m gonna grab a beer, ‘scuse me.”

For a moment you froze, your eyes tilting up towards the brunette while he reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle. Then he removed his hand, taking a step back and closing the fridge.

“I mean… there might be guys there,” you said, looking up at him from behind your long fake lashes, “are you gonna tell my daddy?”

Daddy… he gulped. Why’d you have to say it like that?

“I—“

You cut him off by placing a manicured hand on his forearm, rubbing your palm down his arm. Your long nails just slightly dragged over his skin. His breath caught in his throat at your touch.

“I told him it’s just a party with my friends. I’ll be a good girl, don’t you worry about it Eren.”

He stood there gaping, stuttering his lips open and closed like a fish, while you moved to drink your soda, eyes trained on his face as you lifted the glass. His eyes moved to the red lipstick stain on the rim when you pulled away and placed the glass down on the counter. You stood before him, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes.

“You won’t tell him, right? It’ll be our little secret.” He felt your finger tap his chest, keeping it there as you stared up at him with a wink. He wrapped his hand around your finger. The other hand dropped back down, just lightly brushing the fabric of your dress at your waist.

“Yeah. Our secret,” he agreed, his voice low as his eyes searched yours. The tension was ridiculous. You were no longer talking about this silly party, the way your hands both just lightly touched what they couldn’t have. The grip around your finger tightened, “By the way?”

“Yeah?”

He leaned down, lowering his voice further, so hushed that you could barely hear him over the loud sports game in the other room. “You look good.”

You saw his emerald eyes look down towards your cleavage and back up to your face, before letting go of your hand and turning away, picking up the cold beer on the counter. You swung back the last sip of your soda, setting the glass back down on the counter. Before you left the room, you took one last look at Eren. He was still staring at you, a predatory look in those snake eyes of his as he leaned against the wall.

As you passed him on the way out of the room, you said to him, low enough for only his ears. “You look good too.”

Resistance was futile.

That one night started many many more exchanges like those, as if the dam holding you both back broke that night. A brush of his hand against your chest, perhaps a hand at your waist, even escalating to suggestive words — even the sight of him would make your heart race. But you waited, patiently. You wouldn’t be the one to make a move, you enjoyed being chased.

And Eren was enjoying the chase. You both knew what was happening here. The only fool here was your father — oblivious to the way his best friend was one word away from snapping and fucking his daughter dumb. Eren found himself looking forward to the times you were home from university, making excuses to come over to your home. He was lucky he was quite the handyman.

Today was one such excuse — he knew from talking to your father at work that he’d been having car troubles. And he also knew that you were coming home today, your father beaming about it at work. So why not kill two birds with one stone? He knew your father would fall asleep after having one too many beers – he’d done it almost every time the boys would get together for a game. Your father made it too easy for him.

Suddenly Eren’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You were still bent forward into the car, doing nothing but staring blankly in front of you.

“Hey, why don’t you let me take a look?” He asked, his hand now gracing the back of your thigh, his body leaning over yours. He was so close the back of your legs were brushing against the fabric of his jeans.

“Okay.” You said, moving back out of the car. The action of you moving back brought your hips flush to the man behind you, and on instinct his two hands were at your hips. He briefly held you like that, your hips pressed against his crotch with you bent over, and with a gasp you realized you could feel the cause of the tent in his jeans. You rose quickly, your left hand holding onto the car door for support, and he removed his hands from your body as quickly as he had placed them there in the first place.

He sat down in the passenger seat without a word, a hand up to the air vents to feel for any sign of cold air: nothing. He then bent down and reached for the lever to open the hood of your car. You stood next to him, watching his movements. After pulling the lever and getting your hood open, he turned towards you, looking up at you expectantly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I kinda need to get out and you’re standing in the way. Unless you’re trying to crawl in here with me?”

He said it with a laugh. He was joking, at least he meant for it to sound like he was joking. You looked down at his chest, still shirtless and glistening with sweat. You forced yourself not to look lower where you knew his pants would be, um… still quite tight.

“Is that an invitation, Mr. Jaeger?”

For a moment you both just stared. Who would move first? Who would speak first? It felt like neither of you moved even a hair, your question hanging there unanswered.

He stared, taking in your features: your hair thrown up in a high ponytail, wisps of hair out because you’d been driving for hours with the window open. Just the slightest bit of sweat on your brow because of the heat. Your eyes, full of determination, so clear in the shining summer sun, challenging him, daring him to say yes. Those lips, pretty, plump, and twisted up in a teasing smirk. This was the bluntest you’ve ever been with him. Perhaps you were at the end of your rope like he was.

And you stared, taking in all the features of his face: his messy mop of brown hair, ruffled because he was working under your dad’s car, tied into what started out as a bun on the back of his head, now half a bun with locks of hair falling out and framing his face. Those thick brown eyebrows, higher on his forehead due to his surprise at your daring question. His plump lips, wet because his tongue just darted out to lick them over as he contemplated his answer. And of course, those stupid pretty eyes of his, searching yours for any hints of doubt. He knew from the years of build up to this moment that there wouldn't be. But still, consent was crucial.

“Do you want it to be?”

You finally gave him that one word: the one that, as we said, was going to make him snap and fuck you dumb.

“Yes.”

What happened after that was a blur. Who kissed who first? You couldn’t say even if a gun was held to your head, but that kiss was fucking incredible. Perhaps years of waiting was worth it, because no one had ever kissed you like that. A kiss so hot and heavy, his hand on the back of your neck, pulling into him. You felt like you were falling into a fucking abyss, the way he stole your breath and every moan that followed. Who the fuck gave him the right to kiss like that? You were almost angry – the way he’s been teasing you for so long and holding out like this? The nerve.

But you couldn’t stay mad, not when his tongue was deep in your mouth and his hands were grabbing fistfuls of your ass. Your hands carded through Eren’s locks, and a low growl ripped from his throat when you tugged on them. You weren’t sure how much more time you spent kissing and grabbing at each other – a few minutes? An hour? – but when your brain finally cleared of its fog you found yourself on his lap in the driver’s seat of your car, grinding your hips down onto him, his hands at your hips guiding you.

“Eren,”  you said, voice breathy and whiny, as his lips trailed your collarbone.

“Yeah?” He asked, his lips glued to your skin. He could taste just a hint of salt from your sweat. But he was sweaty too, it was hot as fuck outside. Not that he cared.

Some sort of clarity had hit your mind and you asked, “What if my dad comes back?”

Eren let out a low chuckle, the hot breath from his nose fanning against your throat, before going back to your skin. “He won’t.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Your dad’s wasted. He’s probably asleep by now,” his lips traced paths up your throat, settling for that dip between your jaw and your ear.

“Then let’s go inside, please.”

He pulled away to peer into your eyes, to check if you had changed your mind. They were clouded with lust, begging as you grinded against him once more.

“Why?”

You hooked a finger under his necklace, pulling him closer. Hovering above his now bruised lips, you said, “so you can fuck me.”

Sneaking past your father was surprisingly easy. He really was knocked out on the couch, an empty beer can in his hand over his chest, snoring the rest of the afternoon away. While Eren washed his hands and re-tied his hair, you waited on your bed. You almost expected it to be awkward when he returned to you, but when he crawled in between your legs you picked up right where you left off, breathless kisses and wanton moans, loud and unabashed, reverberating against the four walls of your bedroom. Once your dad was asleep, there was no waking him up, not that either of you cared. All you cared about was hearing more of those sexy moans of his, feeling more of his skin, tasting more of those lips. Your hands scrambled at the button of his jeans, fumbling to get them open while your lips were captured between his teeth. You grunted in frustration when you couldn’t get him free, making him chuckle.

“Can’t wait to have my cock, can you?” he teased, his own hand coming down to do the work for you. He unbuttoned his jeans, his pants sitting low on his hips. But he made no move to take them off just yet.

“Eren, please,” you begged.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” You could hear the smugness in his voice. Yes, he was desperate to finally be inside you, but hearing you beg just a little first wouldn’t hurt.

“I want your cock inside me, daddy,” you mewled, your hands pawing at the sides of his pants, peeling them down off his hips.

When his jeans and boxers were down to his mid-thigh, his dick was finally free, rock hard and glistening with precum, ready just for you. He ached with anticipation. You licked your lips, every hair on your body on edge as you waited for him to move.

He settled in between your parted legs, sitting on his knees, lazily pumping his cock with his fist. His eyes scanned your body, your clothing discarded some time ago while he kissed you, his gaze settling on your cunt, soaked, waiting, just waiting for him. He’d normally take his time, let you cum on his tongue, or perhaps on his fingers, but with your father downstairs and the years of waiting for this moment, he wanted, no, he needed his cock inside you immediately. He couldn’t wait much longer.

You moaned as he teased the head up and down your folds, skin glazing over your clit over and over. He has been a tease since day one, and hell even now he was fucking teasing.

“Please, put it in,” you asked, hands coming up to grip tightly on his shoulders.

“So impatient,” he grinned, pretending as if he wasn’t just as impatient, and suddenly he rammed himself inside, one full thrust so hard you had to blink back tears.

“Oh my god!” you couldn’t help but yell, the force of his movement jolting you against the bed.

He paused after that one single thrust, his cock buried inside, to push your legs back until your thighs were pressed to your chest, his hands holding down your legs by the ankles. He leaned into your ear, his voice so low and deep it sent shivers up your spine.

“Now, baby… I want you to tell your daddy downstairs who’s your daddy. I want you to take my fucking cock like a good fucking girl, yeah?”

You were so shocked by his words, yet feeling so fucking stuffed, so turned on, you simply nodded, tightening your grip on his shoulders. And suddenly he was moving, not an ounce of effort wasted on starting slow, his grip on your ankles tight, his hips crashing into you and balls smacking against your skin with every thrust. You were whimpering, moaning, tears welling in the corners of your eyes – everything at once, because he was absolutely ruining you. He’d been waiting years to do so, afterall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, words squeezed out between gritted teeth.

You were both covered in sweat all over again, though for different reasons now, your body pressed deep into your mattress as his body hovered over yours, pounding over and over and over. A mixture of curse words, his name, daddy, and whatever unintelligible gibberish came out of your mouth, all choked out of your hoarse throat as he moved, your nails marking red crescents into his shoulders. His hair was falling out of his bun once more, locks falling against your skin, painting it like a brush with each thrust. You locked eyes for a moment, only long enough until you couldn’t stand it, the animalistic look in his eyes so striking you had to look away or you’d be eaten whole.

He let go of one of your ankles to bring a thumb to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his finger as you squeezed around him. He moved, both his hips and his fingers, watching as you approached your peak. He could see it in the way your eyes rolled back in your head before squeezing shut, your lips parted in the cutest form of the letter ‘O’, your toes curled in the air. He could hear it in the way your moans turned to high pitched ‘ohs’ and your breath got ragged. And he could feel it, in the way your walls squeezed him with no fucking mercy. You were cumming, cumming so hard on his cock you were fucking crying, full drops of tears streaming down your pretty face.

“Daddy’s girl’s a little crybaby is she?” he teased, but you didn’t care, your mind way out in orbit, trying desperately to come back to this atmosphere. You weren’t even close to coming back down when suddenly he flipped you over, face pressed into the sheets, ass in the air.

He gave your ass a good slap before stuffing his cock right back in, hands reaching out to tease and tug at your nipples. You yelped in pain as he tugged them harder, snapping his hips against your ass, so hard your whole body moved up against the sheets.

“Ah–Daddy, fuck!” you whined, the new angle pushing him deeper inside you than before.

He smacked your ass once more, “Louder, I know you can baby.”

At this point you’d forgotten all about your father downstairs, so caught up in this moment with Eren, that when he asked you to be louder there wasn’t a reason in the world for you to stop yourself. He was jackhammering away at your poor cunt, the only thing holding your hips in place was his vice grip on them, the rest of your body limply pressed into the mattress, your screams muffled into the sheets. Eren was saying something about stuffing your cunt with his cum, but you couldn’t make out the words, so thoroughly fucked dumb you couldn’t even think to process what he was saying.

With only whines and mumbles left pouring out of your lips, he laughed between his heavy breaths. “Fucked you dumb, did I?”

Eren was about to continue to run his mouth, when suddenly outside the door were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

Snapped out of your trance, you propped yourself up with the palms of your hands. “Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered. But Eren didn’t stop – you’d gone tighter around him, the little slut that you were, getting turned on by the thought of getting caught. He could feel himself getting closer, too. Fuck, he needed to cum. He couldn’t stop now.

“Eren, Eren,” you panicked as the footsteps got closer.

“Not now baby, daddy’s about to cum.”

“No, daddy’s about to come up here!” you whispered harshly.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna–”

A knocking came from the door.

“Honey, are you okay? Heard some noises coming from up there,” you father said from across the door.

You looked back at Eren, panicked. He didn’t stop moving, only mouthing the word ‘answer’.

“I’m okay, d-dad,” you answered, a thrust that hit your cervix causing you to stutter.

“Have you seen Eren? His car’s still here,” he said, and Eren resisted the urge to chuckle at your father’s stupidity, cursing under his breath at the feeling of his cock dragging across your tight cunt. He was desperately trying to stave off his orgasm but his balls were clenching with the need to cum.

“Nope! Maybe he’s out-outside.”

“Alright, I’ll head out to check,” your father said, and you listened to the sound of his footsteps retreating back down the stairs. God he was really oblivious, wasn’t he?

Meanwhile the orgasm Eren was holding back hit him like a truck. He came, with his head thrown back and expletives escaping his lips in harsh groans, spilling his hot seed into you with no remorse. He held your body still, looking back down to watch as he pulled out, his cum trickling out down your cunt and thighs, wetting the sheets below. He fucked his cum back into you, once, twice, just mesmorized in the way it coated his length.

“Fuck, I made a mess of your pussy,” he chuckled, finally pulling out for good, releasing his hold on your hips and letting you fall down to rest on your sheets.

“That’s not the only thing thats a fucking mess,” you muttered into the sheets, completely spent. “Holy fuck.”

Eren sat on his knees for a moment, catching his breath. For a moment you thought you were both safe, sharing a lazy smile from across the bed.

That was, until the footsteps returned, growing louder again with each step.

“Shit.”

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Satoru, who loves your tits!

couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it..

,,satoru x implied!chubby fem!reader , blow job , mirror sex , sucks titties through ur shirts bc why not , idk

Satoru, who loves your breasts. the plush of your body was already enough, but your pretty fat tits just topped it off. he doesn’t mind how they sagged, it makes it all the better for him to lay down on your stomach while you watch a movie, his mouth finding your buds and sucking them for hours on. sometimes you have to peel him off because not only is he slowly passing out on top of you, but your breasts are starting to feel weird! but he only whines and restarts the process, because you never said that you wanted him to stop <3

Satoru, who loves your breasts so much that he doesn’t care if you’re wearing a shirt. as long as your nipples are poking through, and he can hear the cute hum you always make whenever he licks them, then he’ll gladly latch his mouth onto them through the shirt. when he realizes that you actually like when he does that, then he’ll sneak his hand under your shirt and grope them to make your nipples peek out more. all the more to go in his mouth <3

Satoru, who loves looking at your breasts. whether you’re wearing one of those small crop tops that make your cleavage look so fucking hot and he has to hide his boner in public, or when you’re kneeling under him, sitting up a bit because he’s just so tall, struggling to hold your large mounds with your chubby little hands and giving him the blow job of his life. other times, he’ll have you sit pretty under him and just suck his tip. wanting to spray your cleavage that dropped so low in that small shirt of yours. spurting his cum all over and groaning when you use your finger to lick it all up <3

Satoru, who also loves looking at your breast when he’s giving you backshots. staring at how they jiggle back and forth with your body in the full body mirror. it had him tightening his hold on your hips so he can thrust so deep into you, loving how you threw your head back with a loud moan. allowing him to see the sheen of sweat down your neck, his eyes trailing down to the valley of your breast. the clear sight of how your tits moved with his thrusts had him, accidentally, cumming inside your pussy so fast. welp, looks like you’ll have to wait again to cum with him <3