(Not Ship) Fateful Rainy Night

ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴛ ᴛᴀᴍᴇʀ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ

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ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ

Trudging into the living room, y/n avoid eye contact with Iwaizumi, who was intensely watching TV. She walked right past the TV just to tick him off and to her pleasure, it did.

“What the fuck? How much times do I need to tell you to stop walking right past the TV?”, he said shrugging his shoulders, dropping his arms to his side, with an annoyed expression.

Giving him the silent treatment, y/n remained silent and sat down on a single couch, scrolling through her phone. She could feel Iwaizumi’s stare penetrate through her, still waiting for an answer. The side of her lips curled up in triumph of pissing him off. He deserved it after ignoring her this morning when she was horny. Little did she know, that in no way will Iwaizumi take this shit from her. At all. In the slightest. Iwaizumi got up groaning and walked to her, towering over her.

“Oi”, he hissed.

“Oi, brat. Answer me when I speak to you”, he spat as he grabbed her chin harshly, making her face him.

No reply.

Y/n stared at him with a nonchalant expression, not intimidated in any way. “I’d appreciate it if you’d let go, Iwaizumi.”

“I already told you to not address me like that. It’s sir.”

“No thank you, Iwaizumi”, y/n smirked, knowing she was pressing all his right buttons.

“It isn’t a choice”, he growled, squeezing her cheeks so her mouth hung open. “You’re being a real nasty brat today you know. It seems like you want me to fuck some respect into that snarky attitude of yours today.”

Y/n could tell he was mad by the way his veins were popping out of his arms as he squeezed her cheeks. Whimpering, y/n moved her face away but to her dismay, his grip was tight. Painfully tight. He wouldn’t let go at all.

“You pulling this shit just because I didn’t want to fuck you this morning?”, he growled, pushing her face away from him.

Y/n grabbed her jaw and rubbed it. That grip was painful but she was in no mood to give in just yet.

“And what?”, she spat, getting up and trudging to her bedroom.

“Oho~ Don’t you fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you, brat”, he said in a tone warning her to stop, his patience slowly cracking.

“Suck it Hajime”, y/n yelled, sticking her middle finger up, making it visible to Iwaizumi who was trailing behind her before slamming the door on his face.

“Oh fuck it. You’re done, bitch. I’ll make you suck this cock and choke on it”, he said, his patience with her finally smashing into smithereens.

He swung the door wide open and took y/n by the throat, pushing her on a wall, taking her by surprise. Her eyes widened as he pulled her in by her neck for a deep kiss, shoving his tongue as far as he could down her mouth. He slapped her ass, making y/n moan loudly. He pulled away and hissed dirty things in her ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb, bitch”, he slurred.

Picking her up, he slammed her onto the bed. He began taking off his shirt, exposing his broad body and sculpted abs. His biceps bulged, making y/n drool. Snapping out of her trance, she panicked as she saw his expression.

“W-Wait Hajime. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut your mouth before I put it to good use, slut.”

He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, his thick member being exposed to the environment around him. He slapped her, making her wince. Quickly, he removed her oversized shirt from her body, shocked that she had no bra or panties beneath it. She was expecting this. Topping her, he put one hand on the headboard and one hand cupping her right cheek, his thumb shoved deep into her mouth.

“Suck it”, he hissed into her ear.

Y/n obeyed and sucked his thumb as he lined his cock at her entrance, teasing her. Y/n whimpered, wanting him to fuck her that very second. Inaudible babbling came from her mouth as she drooled all over his thumb. Releasing her neck from the choke, he pulled his thumb away, a strand of saliva connecting it.

“Such a fucking dirty slut. Bet you’d like it if Oikawa walked in on us right now, you whore”, he growled. Y/n’s eyes widened at this statement. “I know how much you know have been getting close. Yeah baby, I do. But he can’t fuck you stupid like what I’m about to do. Open your mouth.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped and she stuck her tongue out. He spat into her mouth and closed her jaw. Without warning, he slammed his whole length into her and y/n suppressed a loud moan by digging her nails into his back muscles and biting her tongue. He hit her cervix and the pain was immense but it felt so fucking good. She couldn’t deny that. Iwaizumi thrusted in and out, groaning and commenting on how tight her walls was clenching his dick. Y/n was moaning from all the overwhelming pleasure and stars blurred her vision.

“Nghh fuck~”, he groaned loudly, his breath becoming more shallow. “Take it all, like the cock hungry slut you are.”

Y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she threw her head back in pleasure, moaning.

“F-fuck. Sir- ‘m so-so f-nghh.”

Inaudible words poured out of her mouth and Iwaizumi grinned devishly. Fucked dumb right down to the core.

“Sir, ‘m gonna-”

Iwaizumi pulled out, leaving y/n to cum. She squirted all over his torso, leaving him in shock.

“Fucking hell”, he said in a low raspy whisper. “That was so hot.”

Whimpering, y/n released until she felt empty. He scooped up her cum with his finger and brought it to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.

“Ride me and I’ll consider letting you cum again, princess”, he slurred into her ear.

‘Yes sir”, she whined as she climbed on top of him when he laid down on the bed. Y/n sunk down on his cock, continuing to whine.

“I-I can’t”, she shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her cheek. “It won’t fit. H-help.”

“You’re gonna have to make it fit somehow otherwise you can’t cum for a week”, he growled. “I’m not helping you,”

Crying, y/n felt her hot tears run down her face. Sinking down further, she took in his whole length, the top hitting her cervix.

“This dick isn’t gonna ride itself, bitch”, he groaned. “Get a move on.” Iwaizumi slapped her ass, causing her to jerk forward, making her moan.

Y/n bounced up and down, whimpering from both pleasure and pain. Stars could be seen in her vision. Iwaizumi’s eyes were glued to her breasts that were going up and down. He snaked his hands from her back to her front, meeting them and squeezing her breasts. Y/n threw her head back and let out a sharp moan, dumb with pleasure. This sense of euphoria was too much for her. She continued moving on his dick and her walls clenched around his thick length.

“Fuck~ ‘M gonna cum”, he groaned.

“Cum inside me, sir. Pleas-nghh”, y/n moaned.

Iwaizumi thrusted his hips up against y/n, causing her to jump and his tip to hit her cervix. Warm liquid shot up her and her insides were painted white. He threw his head back in pleasure, his sharp jawline flexed enough for y/n to admire how sculpted and sharp it was. Getting off him, she threw herself beside him and whimpered as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“We’re not done yet baby”, he whispered into her ear. “Remember my promise? Ride me and I’ll consider letting you cum again? Ring any bells?”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, he got on top of her and rubbed her clit harshly. Y/n whined knowing what his game was. He was going to make her cum over and over again. Over. And over. And over again. He inserted his index and middle finger inside her, pumping them in and out quickly. He bent and twisted them inside her, earning several different reactions.

“Like this?”, he said as he bent his fingers inside.

“Mmmm, yes- yes sir”, she babbled.

Y/n felt her reach her high again and came on his fingers. Pulling them out, he lapped her juices with his tongue, sucking her dry. He smirked at her, watching her legs shaking violently.

“Would Oikawa make you feel this good? Huh?”, he said.

No reply. Y/n was too much of in shock to speak.

“Speak slut!”, he hissed, gripping onto her thighs, his nails digging into it. “Would he?”

“N-no sir. Only yo-you”, she stuttered, struggling to get words out.

“That’s right princess”, he chuckled.

He dug his face in between her legs and teased her clit with his tongue. Y/n felt her loss her vision from the overstimulation. He began to shove his tongue inside her and lapped it around, tasting every inch of her.

“Hajime- I can’t. Please”, she cried out.

“Mmmm”, he hummed, sending vibrations through her. “Can’t finish what you started? How pathetic. You wanted this didn’t you? You knew what was coming with that bitchy attitude.”

“I’m sorry- ‘M sorry”, she sobbed.

“So pretty when you cry”, he smirked.

Carrying on, he ate her out like it was his last chance ever. Y/n felt a knot in her stomach and released into his mouth, squirting. He sucked all her juices and then laid down beside y/n, who was shaking violently.

“Won’t be walking for days after this, will ya?”, he lowly whistled. “Well I was gonna make you suck me off but that can wait for another day”, he chuckled.

Y/n whimpered and dug her face into his chest and bundled herself up.

“You did so well baby”, he coped, stroking her hair, tangling his fingers in her strands.

Her eyes feeling heavy, y/n drifted off to sleep in Iwaizumi’s strong arms, feeling safe and protected. She was exhausted but that’s what bratty bitches get in the end isn’t it?

—can’t compete with mine

pairing: eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: heavy smut (it’s mostly smut >.<), cunnilingus, slight dubcon (reader is intoxicated), handjob, drinking, mentions of smoking, lowkey manipulation, choking, daddy!kink, corruption!kink, dacryphilia, dumbification, size kink, creampie, unsafe sex, scumbag!eren, dom!eren, college!au

a/n: the devil is a lie, them other girls…

“So, who do you know here?”

“Um, Eren. Eren Yeager?” You have to yell over the music— you aren’t even inside yet but the porch vibrates from the bass of the speakers.

The red-haired boy scoffs, nearly choking on his drink. “You know Eren?” He does a quick once-over, eyes scanning your body, cheap dress and all. “Sure about that?”

Your fingers clench into fists, but you force yourself to take a deep breath, not wanting to ruin your chances of getting into the party by telling this prick to fuck off. “Yeah.” It comes out as a hiss. “He was in my chem class.”

Another incredulous look is tossed your way. “You want me to ask him? Right now? See what he says?”

“Y’know what— whatever.”

You turn on your heels, ignoring the blooming heat on your cheeks as you hear the man snicker behind you. Gah. You aren’t even sure why you came— Eren’s a bit… annoying, in the way most guys are, but he’s been begging you to come by to one of his frat party for weeks now.

C’mon, it’ll be fun. Just come by for one drink, that’s it, for all your troubles of tutoring me.

You swear there’s a hidden tone behind his words, something mischievous, even sinister, which is why you have never gone until today: no classes, no plans. He’ll finally get off your back if you stopped by. Might as well try.

So now, whatever, you tried. He can appreciate the effort when you tell him later—

“Hey! Teach! Where are you going?”

Your heels dig into the ground on their own, forcing your body to stop at the sound of the familiar nickname— something stupid he came up with after you had to tutor him through the whole semester. You wince, wishing your legs could move, but Eren’s voice just has a certain spell on you, the convincing lift in his tone that makes you want to do whatever he wants. It’s dangerous, he’s dangerous, and all you want to do is leave.

“Oh, hey.” You turn towards him, tossing up a hand to give him a small wave. “I’m just—“

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving.” Eren bounds down the porch, a red solo cup in his hand, how clichéd. He looks like he belongs here, fitted with a blue unbuttoned shirt that gives you a front-view of his abs and khaki shorts that are a bit too tight. You try not to look so hard at the bulge.

“Y’know her, Yeager?” The dunce at the door speaks up, eyebrow furrowing as he watches the two of you talk.

“She’s my lab partner. Helped me pass chem last semester.” Eren frowns. “Don’t tell me you sent her out, Flotch. Might have to put you on clean-up duty now.”

Flotch’s face pales, making Eren turn to wink at you. “C’mon, now.” He places a hand on your lower back, giving you no room to argue as he gently pushes you back up the steps and into the house.

You try not to look so smug as you pass Flotch on your way in.

The place is absolutely packed, fraternity and sorority members and just randoms from campus sprawled out in the house. You can spot a pong game in the kitchen, there’s a group smoking from a bong on the couch, and a guy and a girl— wait, is that Connie and Sasha from psych?— dirty dancing on top of a table.

“Cool party.” You comment as you watch a couple by the stairs fully make-out, tongues wrapping around like fevered snakes. Gross.

“Thanks. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, actually.”

Swiftly, he drags you to the kitchen with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. As he takes you through the house, your attention catches onto the coolness of his rings and the roughness of his palm instead of the wild party happening around you.

He presents you with a red solo cup. When you sniff at the red liquid suspiciously, he smirks. “It’s punch, sweetheart. Not iodide.”

Your lip twitches. “You mean cyanide, genius. But this does smell like poison.”

“It actually might be. Connie made it, so…”

“Ah.” You take a sip, managing to keep in your wince so you don’t look like an idiot in front of him. “Tastes like candy.”

He laughs, a breathless chuckle that makes your heart pound. “Alright.”

You expected him to go away by now, but he’s still here, leaning against the kitchen counter as you try your hardest to finish this drink. Even as a group of girls walk past, giggling “hey, Yeager!” in his direction, he simply lifts a hand in acknowledgment but doesn’t even leave your side to talk to them. Huh.

“Y’know, you don’t have to babysit me.”

“Ha?” Eren raises a brow, sipping on his own drink now. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” His eyes are so wide, so green, that you have to look away, lowering your gaze to your cup as you circle the rim of it with your index finger. “You can go hang out with Armin or Mikasa, your friend group or whatever. I can manage here.”

He cocks his head to the side, confused. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, no!” You jerk your head back up. “No, I just—“

Eren hides a grins as you fumble with your words, making you even more flustered. “I just… don’t want to be a burden. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to.”

He leans in, crowding you against the counter. “I want to be here.”

“Ah—” You try for a smart retort but you can’t— it’s as if the scent of his sharp cologne is making your senses go foggy. Eren isn’t helping either, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he glances down your dress, checking you out in a way that felt completely different from the way Flotch was doing earlier.

“Nice dress. A step up from your groutfits.”

“Hey.” You bring your hand up to shove at his chest. “My groutfits are cool. Besides, you’re the one who wears fucking khakis to class.”

He smirks. “You pay attention to what I wear?”

Your eyes widen at his lowered tone, at the gravely sound of his laughter that follows the comment. It slowly creeps in how vulnerable you are in this position— Eren’s hands are pressed up against the cupboard above you, caving you in as his face tips over yours. Your palm is still pressed up against his chest, his tan skin warm and alive under your fingers.

“Well?” He whispers, and you can feel his breath pan against your lips, so soft and cajoling— it just makes you want to lift up on the tips of your toes to close the distance between you two.

“Only because you’d spill something all over them every single lab.” You pull him in by his collar, moving your lips to his ear. “You’re a bit of a klutz, Yeager.”

“Woah!” Jean comes stumbling through, clearly wasted, clasping an arm around Eren and effectively pushing him off of you. “Yo, Eren! Where’s the beer, bro?”

The drink in Eren’s hand sloshes all over from the movement, bright red punch making a splash right on your dress.

Eren’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, fuck, I’m sorry—“

You dab away at the fabric— the stain was going away just fine. “I’m good. Not your fault.” Your eyes flicker to Jean accusingly, who’s too busy smiling at Eren.

“Damnnnn, sorry about that. Y’know, Eren, I think there are extra t-shirts in our room, right?” He squeezes his shoulder, very obviously winking at him. “Maybe you can take your girl up there, huh?”

Eren’s eye twitches in annoyance. “Tone it down a little, yeah?”

“Yeah?” Jean wiggles his brows, teeth sparkling with his smile.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Uh, actually—“ You interrupt, glancing between the two boys as they exchange some weird secret. “I think I’ll, ah, go dry off in the bathroom. Where is it?”

“Nah, I’ll take you up to my room.” Eren quickly ushers you away from Jean, notably glaring in his direction. “There’s a bathroom in there anyway.” As you walk away from the kitchen, you could have sworn that Jean was giving Eren two thumbs-up.

Huh.

“So what was that all about?” You gently bounce onto Eren’s bed— of course, he would have a waterbed— as he digs through his closet to find a t-shirt for you to wear. His room is surprisingly clean, a few posters of indie bands up on the walls, random sports equipment neatly tucked in a corner.

“What are you talking about?” Eren pops his head out of his closet to toss you a shirt. It’s big— bigger than your dress— and smells like Eren— a mix of pine and sandalwood. He’s enough of a gentleman to turn around as you peel your dress off, but you turn your back to him as well.

“Y’know, with Jean.” You stumble as the dress pools around your waist. The jungle juice was probably as strong as it tasted. “Are you going to kill me up here or something?”

When he doesn’t respond, silence filling the room, you twist around to face him. “Um, Er—”

The world sweeps from beneath you, legs buckling as your dress catches at your ankle. Before you can even yelp, Eren has a steady hold on your waist— bare waist, mind you— with his face just inches from yours.

“Well, who’s the klutz now?”

You narrow your eyes. “Fuck off, Yeager.”

He glances down. “Didn’t take you as a pink girl, either.”

You blink, slowly but surely realizing that you’re in your underwear in front of him— in front of Eren Yeager. Fit with a frilly hot pink bra and underwear set that is an absolute monstrosity, but, to be fair, you didn’t think you’d end up in a situation like this. What the fuck were you thinking, coming to a frat party?

“Shut up.” You try to pull away from him but he’s eager, keeping you as close to him as possible.

“Why? You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Stop saying things like that!”

“Or what?”

“Or—”

Your voice hitches as Eren brushes your hair away from your face. With a roll of his eyes— “You’re the smartest idiot I know,” He mumbles— Eren runs his hand through your hair, effectively tilting your head up and slotting his mouth perfectly against yours.

Finally.

It’s like all the tension dissipated for a single moment, each of you relaxing in the embrace of the other as his tongue coaxes your mouth open— but it builds back up quickly with how eager the two of you are. While you’re busy moaning into his mouth, Eren simultaneously swallows them down and strips himself of his shirt.

“So— fucking— hot.” He gasps between breaths, palms moving down to grope your ass before lifting you up, legs wrapping around his torso. The alcohol you drank is giving you the power to lean down and bite the salty skin by his neck, sucking pretty bruises onto his skin.

Eren groans as he guides you to the bed, tossing you down and watching your tits bounce at the impact. “Wanted to do this for so long.” He licks his lips like a predator looking at its prey, a cat that’s got the cream. “Don’t know how much I’ve thought of this.”

You shiver from his words, from his stare, as he nudges your shoulder to lay back. He looms over your clothed cunt, gaze narrowing in at the wet spot that has formed. His thumb brushes at it lewdly.

“All this for me?” He hooks his fingers around the waistband, tugging your thong down your legs. He whistles, low and deep. “Prettiest fucking pussy, I swear.”

“Eren!” You whine. Your eyebrows pinch as your eyes close, knees clacking against each other as you shut the space between your legs. “‘S embarrassing.”

Eren rolls his eyes and pries open your legs with ease, his biceps tightening and rippling and making your pussy drip even more. “It’s true.” He dips down, tongue dragging up your folds and making you yelp in surprise. “Prettiest pussy.”

You open your mouth to complain but all that comes out is a squeal. “E-Eren!”

He’s a fucking menace, sucking and slurping and eating you out like you’re his last meal, his teeth occasionally coming out to nip at your inner thigh. When you gasp at the sensation of him gently biting your clit, nerve endings that you didn’t even know existed crackling to life, he chuckes, laughing at you as he rolls it on his tongue and against his perfect pearly rows.

“Ah, fu-shit!” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, palm slapping over your mouth as you hold back a moan, not wanting to be loud and under Eren’s scrutiny.

“What? Cat got your tongue, teach?” He snickers to himself, slapping the side of your thigh. He digs himself a little deeper between your legs, his nose nudging right at your clit. “Guess I’m not trying hard enough.”

If you thought the last five minutes were bad, this is… this is… you can’t even describe it. Eren’s fingers spread your lips as wide as they’ll go, tongue prodding deep inside you. You must be soaked, drenched from yourself and slick with his spit, completely debauched. Eren is crazed— you can’t tell if he’s focusing on your pleasure or his own as he hums and moans against you, his hips digging into the bed to ease the tension between his legs.

He’s right— he wasn’t trying hard enough before. You don’t even bother to cut off your screams when he latches onto your clit, your mouth spilling “ah, Eren!”’s and “oh, fuck!”s, and the “ohmygodImcumming!”

You flood his mouth, gushing and overstimulated as he laps up everything you’ve offered. When the haziness clears up, vision slowly returning after being completely blinded from the orgasm, his face hovers above you. Green eyes glow like the moon hitting the ocean just at the right angle, slickness drenching his lips and chin, his canines glinting as he grins.

“Fucking hell, teach.” He sounds amused. “Didn’t know you could squirt.”

Weakly, you push his head away from you. “Didn’t know I could, either.”

He raises a brow. “Never did that before?”

“Don’t let it get to your ego, Yeager.”

“Me? Never.”

He grabs you by the ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. As he stands, the bulge becomes a lot more noticeable, a lot more intimidating. Your own hands begin to move on their own, fingers digging into his waistband and tugging down desperately.

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes flicker up. “Thought I told you not to get cocky.”

His eyes sparkle with humor. “So now you want to talk about my cock—”

“I swear to God, Yeager.”

Your cheeks flare and he laughs, giving you a break by pulling down his pants and boxers in one go, his length bouncing up and just barely missing your face.

Knowing Eren, you should have known that he’s cocky for a reason. He’s long and thick, thicker than anyone else you’ve been with. A prominent vein runs up along the bottom of him, leading right up to the pearl that drips from his tip. Your thumb catches the drop, spreading it down and gently squeezing, watching as Eren’s eyes roll back. Thrill runs through your veins— a god is at your mercy.

“F— fuck!” He jerks his hips into your hand, head tossing back. “Keep doing that, baby. Fuuuuck.”

It’s quite a sight, seeing Eren gasp and groan and grit his teeth while you control him with your soft hand, pumping him up and down at a steady pace. Drops of sweat perspire on his temples, down his chest and on his pelvis— you find your throat getting dry as you wish to lick him up, cheeks flushing at the audacity of your own thoughts.

Fuck this. From the strength of your power high— and whatever was in that jungle juice— you kneel up, tongue darting out to lick up his abs, his chest, his neck, hand still pleasing his cock.

“Sh— shit. What are you—”

“Want you inside me.” You whisper in his ear, him hissing at the desperation in your tone. “Please, ‘ren, need you so bad.”

‘Need you’ nearly sends him over the edge, his pupils widening into saucers. Eren manhandles you— “Ah! Eren!”— pushing your head into the sheets with your ass raised high.

“Gonna feed this pretty pussy.” He groans, jerking his hips so that his cock grinds right up against you, the tip just barely catching your entrance and making you gasp. “Make it mine.”

He’s right there, slowly pushing in and letting you adjust. It’s too fast— you feel tears welling your eyes from the burst of pleasure.

“‘Ren, too much, too big, I can’t—”

Your hand moves behind you, trying to push back against his front. He easily swats it away.

“C’mon, teach. You can take it f’me, can’t you?” He coos as he pushes in deeper, reveling in your gasps. “You’re doing so good, atta girl.”

You feel woozy, lightheaded when his balls settle right against your ass, his entire length lodged inside you. It’s unfair, really, how he’s got you shivering and clenching around him while he’s still standing upright, hand coming down to slap your ass.

“So fucking tight, baby. Need ya to loosen up, can my good girl do that?”

He’s fucking babying you, of course he is. It’s payback for all the times you’ve rolled your eyes at him— you’re not exactly secretive— for not knowing the difference between ionic and covalent bonds. Now he’s the one who gets to dumb this all down for you, dumb you all down for him.

So as you numbly moan, his hand having to guide yours towards your clit, Eren feels his pride grow exponentially, his gaze narrowing in on the movements of your fingers circling it around. He feels you slowly loosen up, and hell, if it doesn’t feel like heaven itself is stuck right between your legs.

“So good for me.”

With that, he’s pulling out and thrusting back in, hypnotized by the way his cock is covered in gossamer strands each time he does so. The little “‘rens!” that are muffled by the pillow under your face spurs him on even more, balls slapping loudly against you as he digs his heels into the carpet and completely wrecks you.

“Gonna c-cum! Eren, please… wanna cum!”

Eren thinks he’s going to die— his heart flutters at the same pace as your cunt, thumping and racing and— fuck, fucking hell, you’re practically choking his cock with how your clamping down on it. He’s dizzy, overwhelmingly drunk on the taste and feel of you. This is better than any high he’s ever had, even better than the wins of football games or a kill streak on Call of Duty— which is saying something, seriously. He thinks, knows, he can die here peacefully, balls deep inside you, with a smile on his face as he goes. Eren reminds himself to thank Jean after this.

“Cum then.” Eren manages to break from his thoughts to answer you. “What are ya waiting for?”

“Can’t!” You’re hiccuping into the sheets, fingers pinching uselessly at your clit. Your dignity is long gone, you don’t even care, too busy chasing the feeling that you can’t grab: “Need you to h-help me, please ‘ren, I-“

“Shhh, alright, okay, Daddy’s got you.”

And you groan, cringing from the term and trying to move away from him but not being able to with his fingers digging into your love handles. Eren keeps you snug against him, idea blooming in his brain, lightbulb floating over his head.

“I’ll give you want you want, teach. Only if you call me Daddy.”

“Mmph, no, ah!” You try to push against him, rolling your hips but not getting the satisfaction of him thrusting into you. “F-fuck you. You’re such a p-perv.”

“Hmm, maybe I am.” He leans down, wrapping a hand around your throat to lift you up against him, your back to his front. “But you are too, aren’t ya?”

There’s so much pressure, the weight of him against you, the feeling of him hot and heavy inside of you— and nothing is alleviating it. A pathetic mewl leaves your lips, fuck him, fuck this. “D-daddy, please, fuck me.”

“See? Was that so hard, teach?”

Yes, you want to scream, but you’re afraid of biting your own tongue off as Eren drags you back and forth on his cock again, his fingers dipping down to tease your throbbing clit. “Cum f’me, sweetheart, you can do it now, ha? Got Daddy helping you, c’mon teach, just let go.”

The authority in his voice is enough— a wail of “‘ren!” and you’re toppling over, limply in Eren’s grasp as he jerks into you rapidly, desperate for his own high. He doesn’t have to go far to chase it— you’re clenching him so hard he can’t even think, cumming quickly and seeing white before collapsing, laying right on top of you as he softens inside you.

“How was that, teach?” Eren mumbles in your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Worth an A plus?”

“G’off me.” You squirm under him.

“Let me take you out.”

“W-what?”

“Like a date.”

“With me?”

Eren bites down on your lobe, making you squeak. “Fuck teach, I thought you were smart.”

“I am! I just… fine. Only if you let me breathe.”

He rolls off of you, still keeping you tight against him as he kisses your pink-tinged cheek. You smile, matching his grin. “You’re an idio—”

There’s a knock at the door. “Yo, Eren. You fuck her yet?”

You stiffen against him, Eren stilling his movements too before barking out: “Fuck off, Kirstein.”

“You planned this?”

“Uh.” Eren runs a hand through his hair sheepishly. “Maybe?”

“You are an idiot. Actually.”

“Hey, you liked it!”

“You ruined my dress!”

“Oh, whatever.” He pins you under him with ease, canines peeking through his smirk. “Daddy’ll just buy you a new one.”

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This is a quite small fic but it works I guess

Okay so you have know itadori your (almost) whole life you found him rather attractive but that's just a fact he is attractive and on top of that he has a body that can put gods to shame , But when itadori told you he had a 'curse' inside him you didn't know what to believe,you know he won't lie to you but...a curse,seriously? But things changed when you two were hanging out one, it was a Saturday evening(almost night) everything was going well until itadori gets a call about some courses in the area(again with that bullshit itadori!) Itadori didn't want to take to with him for your safety but being here alone at night wasn't the best option either...so like a bestfriend he took you with him! It was really creepy inside that big house that he took you to find the 'courses' he went up stairs and left you at the entrance of the house you were just looking around when a big monster came your way

What were you going to do now?! Itadori heard your scream and came as fast as he could, seeing you crying and shaking was not the most pleasant sight he couldn't fight the curse with you there so he decided to hid and comfort you instead

Itadori loved you but God you were so loud crying, and the at the  worse timing the curse came in the room you two were in right now before you could scream Itadori had put his hand on your mouth unknown to you both that the curse inside Itadori had taken this as a opportunity, Sukuna the king of courses had his eye on you for a long time now that he had such an opportunity how could he let it go? Itadori didn't even notice that there was sukuna's mouth on his hand you didn't either until you felt someone kiss you so roughly it was almost that he wanted to eat you, you were so stunned...! What was this all who was kissing you from Itadori's hand and ... why were you so ... so happy it felt amazing you didn't know who it was but one thing you did know was that this guy was a great kisser

Oh how you will never forget that day...!

This is not proofreaded,excuse any mistakes!

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Please elaborate on iwa maddog threesome 🧎

man some of the tags on this post specifically about iwa and kyoutani have had me ROLLING

Iwa who fucks you slow and deep and sensually and Kyoutani who is just an animal- but who's watching the way Iwa touches you and trying to imitate it, in his own way.

Iwa kisses along the edge of your jaw to your throat, murmuring how good you are, how deep you're taking him, how tight you feel.

Kyoutani holds your chin in one big, life-roughened hand and drags his teeth along your pulse point while he grunts out praise about your pussy.

Iwa lets you taste yourself off the tips of his fingers, brushing them gently across your swollen lips for you to welcome in, and Kyoutani presses down against your tongue in a vague replication of the same gesture, but it has you drooling from the corner of your mouth as you moan around the digits.

Iwa fucks your mouth while Kyoutani fucks you from behind, Iwa instructing his former kouhai to slow down, to be gentle- but his voice fails him when one of the younger man's brutal thrusts has you gagging around him, throat sucking him in tight.

And Kyoutani listens, or he really tries to - Iwa's the only man who's ever really been able to get him to fall into line. And you just feel so fucking good and you're making his senpai feel good, and it only makes him fuck you a little bit harder, a little bit meaner.

But truthfully no one seems to have any complaints.

Here is mine!!

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I was pretty lazy whatsoever <3

This is a quite small fic but it works I guess

Okay so you have know itadori your (almost) whole life you found him rather attractive but that's just a fact he is attractive and on top of that he has a body that can put gods to shame , But when itadori told you he had a 'curse' inside him you didn't know what to believe,you know he won't lie to you but...a curse,seriously? But things changed when you two were hanging out one, it was a Saturday evening(almost night) everything was going well until itadori gets a call about some courses in the area(again with that bullshit itadori!) Itadori didn't want to take to with him for your safety but being here alone at night wasn't the best option either...so like a bestfriend he took you with him! It was really creepy inside that big house that he took you to find the 'courses' he went up stairs and left you at the entrance of the house you were just looking around when a big monster came your way

What were you going to do now?! Itadori heard your scream and came as fast as he could, seeing you crying and shaking was not the most pleasant sight he couldn't fight the curse with you there so he decided to hid and comfort you instead

Itadori loved you but God you were so loud crying, and the at the  worse timing the curse came in the room you two were in right now before you could scream Itadori had put his hand on your mouth unknown to you both that the curse inside Itadori had taken this as a opportunity, Sukuna the king of courses had his eye on you for a long time now that he had such an opportunity how could he let it go? Itadori didn't even notice that there was sukuna's mouth on his hand you didn't either until you felt someone kiss you so roughly it was almost that he wanted to eat you, you were so stunned...! What was this all who was kissing you from Itadori's hand and ... why were you so ... so happy it felt amazing you didn't know who it was but one thing you did know was that this guy was a great kisser

Oh how you will never forget that day...!

This is not proofreaded,excuse any mistakes!

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Be a good pet

ㅤ — Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nobara, Maki, Megumi, Yuji.

Mha version.

ㅤ — Warnings. AFAB hybrid reader, All characters are aged up to 21+, edging, fingering, Gojo and Geto being menaces, one spank, creampie, cervix fucking, overstim, sex toys (vibrator, strap on), oral (f. Receiving), thigh riding, mommy kink, praise kink, very little degradation bc of geto.

ㅤ— minors don’t interact.

— Note. Lmao I ran outta ideas for the title. Anyway, thank @drakendme for this bc we were having a hybrids convo last night.

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Satoru Gojo

Being Satoru's bunny is nice. He pampers you, spoils you rotten. But he's a brat himself and you gotta deal with his shenanigans with a pout. Because if you give him the cold shoulder, he's gonna punish you. Smh, Satoru's probably the brattiest dom if I've ever seen one.

"Why don't ya' show your master how much you missed him, hmm, little bunny?" Shoving you in the mattress, his hands are all over you, nose nudging at your sensitive ears and fingers cradling your tail. Your thighs wrap around his waist, his touches having riled you up,"Missed you so much, 'toru, need you inside me."

The bastard grins, he's back from a mission abroad yet he's got just enough patience to tease and watch you squirm,"That so, bunny?" His fingers play with your folds before thrusting knuckles deep the very next moment,"Oh, you're already wet," Moving his digits inside you, Satoru marvels at the warm spongy tightness. Your ear is being pinched by his other hand while his mouth crashes on yours, tongue pushing past your lips. He tastes of chocolate, probably was eating some on his way home,"Brought you some too, don't worry." His chuckle is drowned by your moan because his long fingers found your sweet spot already, relentlessly knocking against it till you're thrashing under him,"Gunna cum, master."

But his fingers are pulling out of your tight walls,"Shh," He soothes you with mock sympathy,"Oh you naive lil' bunny." Satoru's cock rests heavy on your empty entrance, teasing, tempting yet not making any moves to ease your ache,"Did ya' really think I'd let you cum on anything but my cock?"

Suguru Geto

Oh you poor little thing. Suguru loves you, he does, he adores his little puppy. Even if you're always annoying him while he's got meetings to attend. So he's got you here, impailed on his cock while he speaks to his followers with a smile on his face. Your legs tremble from trying to stay still because if you disboey, he's gonna punish you even more,"Stop squirming, puppy." Suguru's voice is sickeningly sweet, a gentle coo as his lips brush against your ear. You'd apologize but you know that if you open your mouth, only whimpers will let loose,"And stay quiet unless you want them to know," His thumb traced your jawline, black eyes latched onto how your teeth clamp down on your lower lip in an attempt to bite back any moan,"That your slutty puppy cunt is stretched out by my cock right now." Your hands are balled on his kimono,"Or do you want them to know how you're dripping, makin' a mess of my clothes, hmm?" You can't help it, your hips grind down on his, a pathetic soft cry escaping through your swollen lips,"What a bad puppy you been, y/n." He turned your face to his, kissing your lips softly.

Which is a direct contrast to how he's treating you now, at night, bending you over, face pushed down on the bed as he pounds into your spasming pussy,"Ah, I can never get enough of this cunt," His mouth if filthy, black hair sticking to his sweaty skin. Large hands grip your ass, parting your cheeks to watch as his cock disappears inside you. Muffled pleas make him laugh,"What's that, puppy?" A slap lands heavy on your ass, sting setting your nerves alight,"Speak up, can't hear ya' over your cunt drooling for my cock." His mean commentary only suffices in making you clench harder. With a hard thrust, the cock head is kissing at your cervix opening, pulling loud wails from you.

"Fuck," Your master is cumming, deep inside you, unable to handle your tight pussy anymore, cursing when he's got to pull out because he can feel your orgasm about to hit. Panting, he relishes in your whines as you try to push your hips back at his. Suguru watches as his cum dribbles down your thighs and your fluttering cunt begging for a release,"Disobedient little puppies don't get ta' cum."

Nobara Kugisaki

Y'all know right that she's a cat person? So imagine Nobara with a cute little kitten. She'd adore you, stealing kisses and groping your breasts from behind before hugging you tightly,"Hey kitty," She'd purr into your neck, breathing in your scent.

Then there are times when she's hovering over you as you writh on the bed, sharp claws leaving red lines on her shoulders and back, wherever you can scratch. Because the strap on she's wearing is rearranging your guts. Oh and the vibrator her fingers are pressing to your pretty little clit, turned up to the highest setting isn't helping at all.

"Too much for my kitten?" Her eyebrows would furrow in faux concern when you'd cry and nod with a small "yes". But then she'd just go faster, even if you've cum twice already. Nobara loves to overstim her kitten till you're a heaving mess, tears running down your pretty face and chest moving up and down because your mind can't process the amount of pleasure your body's receiving,"One more for me," She says right after you gush around the her strap on, wetting the vibrator and her hand in the process,"Can't, please." You sob.

"Yeah you can."

Maki Zenin

Maki got a dumb little bunny, who can't do anything but hump her leg and nuzzle her face into her neck. Her hands would hold your waist, trying to slow down your erratic movements but eventually she'd give up. Moving her fingers to your tail and giving it a light tug instead.

The moan you let out with your lips presses to her throat is enough to make her pussy clench. Maki's hand plays with your ears as you bounce on her thigh,"Mommy, I'm close, so close,"

"Then go ahead and cream on my thigh, little bunny." Her voice is strained, bordering on a moan because she can feel you drip on her skin and your tongue hot on her neck. Her hands cup your breasts and with one pinch at your sensitive nipples, you're crying out her name, cumming on her thigh.

A few seconds later, Maki is pushing you down on the floor, between her legs,"Won't you be a good bunny and take care of mommy?" Before you can nod, she's shoving your face against her pussy, moaning when you use your tongue just right,"Ah that's right, you're mommy's dumb lil' bunny."

Megumi Fushiguro

So, Megumi's a dog person. Obviously he's getting a puppy girl. A sweet puppy who's so obedient for him. Always so eager so serve but all Megumi wants to do is make you feel good. Which is why he's spending hours downtown, tongue swiping around your slit with vigour as your thighs muffle out any other sound by sandwiching his head.

He can't stop even when you're crying, tugging at his dark locks. That only manages to make him groan against your pussy. Tongue flicking up to your clit before he's nibbling on it,"Megumi, gonna cum-"

"Again?" Blue eyes look up at you from under his lashes. His mouth is off you in an instant. Before you can whine in protest, your dark haired owner is sliding his hard cock inside. The sudden stretch makes your toes curl, the band snapping inside your belly. His fingers rub at your ears, smiling when they twitch under his touch,"Not done with you yet, puppy."

Yuji Itadori

Yeah, he's a himbo. I'mma elaborate. Yuji with a puppy girl. He matches her vibes, kay? He loves her so much that he can never deny anything she asks from him.

"Yuji, more." He's been at it for so long now that he's lost track of time. His swollen cock pushing in and out of her gummy walls,"Please," Bracing his hands on each side of your head, he's obeying your command, going deeper till he's reached your cervix,"Ah, cumming, puppy-" Your legs wrap around his waist, holding him close as he pours hot ropes in your slick walls. Your tail wags underneath, brushing against his knees as you cum with him, milking him for all he's worth. But he's not done yet. Drunk on the feel of your pussy, he's thrusting again, wet slaps fill the room and you're sure the sheets have a wet patch too.

"Oh, puppy, your pussy feels so good," Brown eyes hidden away under heavy lids, he whimpers above you. Each thrust courses through your overestimated nerves and your back arches up, breasts pressing taut against his broad chest,"You feel so good," His balls slap on your ass with every move. Tears prick at both your eyes, yet he can't stop. Through your post orgasmic haze and stimulation for another relapsing, you can't decide if you wanna push him away or pull him closer. But your mouth has a mind of its own,"Yuji, feels s'good, please, more." Who's he to not indulge his dumb little puppy?

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Hiii foxy how are you?,Hope you are doing great <3 anyway,just let me tel you something,I had a daydream(?) And It was like makki and mattun like fighting over you and trying to get your attention,but like you being the sweet as bimbo you are you fail to realize it,they both kinda get pissed off and are like "let's teach our little doll a lesson for being so oblivious"

Ahhhh-please,that's enough internet for today

Byee take care foxyyy

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a/n: FUCKING FINALLY I HAD THE CHANCE TO WRITE THIS CUZ DAMN- YOUR MIND ANON!! I had a good time writing this 🥴 thank you for sending me this babe!!!

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings: threesome,,, maybe dub-con cuz the reader is fucking dumb, bimbo reader, spitting, fingering, all that shit, name calling

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Okay but,,, imagine if it was OIKAWA'S LITTLE SISTER TOO BRUH

Oikawa's dumb, pretty little sister, a slut just like his big brother, letting people do whatever they want to her since she's too stupid to even understand what's going on.

For what reason, no one knows, Oikawa thinks leaving you to his trusty teammates is a good idea when he can't make it home that night. Oikawa knows you're a little stupid, doesn't want her sister to be alone all night.

So he calls his friends over to stay a night at his home.

Hanamaki is the first to arrive, you spend the day together, watching movies, playing card. He teaches you a game, strip poker, he tells you, a game that leaves you with only your bra and skirt, whereas he hasn't removed even an item.

"'s not fair!" You cry out brattily, looking around to at least find your lace panties you had to remove, the feeling of being nude under your short little skirt a bit too embarrassing, and- well, maybe it makes you a little, just a little.. wet.

"You have everything on you, and I-" you keep whining as you keep looking for the panties, you swear they were right there a second ago, did you lost them already? "Did you see my panties?"

"Aw, baby, it's not my fault you're so bad at this game." Hanamaki mocks you, watching you with amusement as you keep looking around for the pair or royal blue panties.

"Ugh, I swear they were right here." You pout. You sit on your knees, pressing your face down and pushing your ass high up to try and see under the couch-

"Fuck!" You hear the man curse behind you, you don't think much of it, definitely don't think it's because of how your short little skirt bunches around your waist, giving Hanamaki a show of your pretty little pussy and fuck- he's fucking hard.

"I can't find it!" You whine, standing back up. Your eyes fall on the man, eyes much darker than they usually are, a dangerous twist to his usually docile expression. "Makki?" You tilt your head, "what's wrong?"

Before he can answer, the doorbell makes the both of you jump in your places. You run towards the door, knowing who it is, already.

"Hey, sweetheart."

"Mattsun!" Hanamaki hears you chirp his best friends name, who enters the room with you hanging on his arm like a pretty little prize. "Why are you half-naked?" Mattsun raises an amazed brow. "Was Makki teaching you strip-poker?"

"Yes, but he keeps winning!" You pout, you look so adorable when you do, your glossed bottom lip jutting forward, making him wonder how you'd look pouting like this under him, too.

"Oh," Matsukawa turns his gaze to the pink haired man, spreading on the couch, a visible tent stretching his pants. "Without me?"

"You were late." Hanamaki grins, pulling something from his pocket, something royal-blue colored, and laced. "She was just looking for her panties."

Before you can see it, Hanamaki stuffs the material back in his pocket.

"Your panties?" Matsukawa repeats with a wide grin, turning to you, who looks embarrassed, hiding your face by strictly looking at your shoes. "You're not wearing them right now?"

Now he can guess what had Hanamaki so hard in his pants. Well, he can guess very well, as it's the same thing making him go hard, as well.

"...I couldn't find them." You whisper, playing with the hem of your skirt. "I swear they were right here but-"

"Oh, dumb girl," Matsukawa pulls you into a hug when your voice starts shaking with embarrassment. You're quick to wrap your hands around his large body, letting him comfort you as his lips are mere inches away from your ears, hands tracing the material of the skirt.

Matsukawa pushes your body closer to himself, hands starting to wander around your ass over your skirt, kneading your pretty ass, stretching the material over your pussy and making you cry out a surprised whimper.

You don't say anything but his name as his fingers press on your pussy from over the skirt, pinching the skin of your ass, feeling the dampness over the cloth.

"Mattsun-" you whimper as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

"My dumb, little girl," he repeats, this time with a grin as you start to hump his larg fingers, pressing on your oussy from over your skirt. "-I always knew you were just a dumb little slut."

Your body freezes against his as you process your friends' words, tears that were just drying into he corners of your eyes starting to well again. "What-?"

"No, he's right." Hanamaki finally stands up from his seat to walk towards you. "You really are a stupid whore."

"I'm not!" You cry out, wondering why Matsukawa's fingers are still pressing on your clit like that, making you forget your hard earned words. "I'm not a stupid- a stupid whore!"

"Aren't you?" Hanamaki threads his fingers through your hair and pulls, making your head snap back to meet his cruel grin. "Aren't you the one, pantiless, standing in a room with two grown men?"

"But- but I couldn't find it-"

"Bending right in front of me like that only minutes ago-" Hanamaki pushes two fingers through your lips, he wonders if it's reflex you welcome them so easily, starting to suck kn them like a little bitch. "Showing me that pretty pussy, you think I didn't notice how wet you were?"

"Oh, you should feel her now, Makki." Matsukawa interrupts as he finally pushes his fingers under your skirts, feeling your naked pussy, dripping.

Your eyes wide as he pulls them back out, fingers shining with your wetness. "Look how wet she is. Do you believe her, Makki? You believe she's not a whore?"

"Such a pretty face," Hanamaki's hands push your cheeks together, creating an adorable pout, "I would've believed her if I hadn't seen how much of a whore she can be with my own two eyes."

"Please!" Your breaths start quickening as you feel Matsukawa's hardened cock pressing against your ass, you start rubbing yourself on him in return.

"Please?" Hanamaki laughs at you, hands already pulling on your bra, "please, what?"

"Are you accepting you're a slut, pretty girl? Is that what it is?" Matuskawa keeps stretching the skirt over your pussy, making you squirm between the two man, making you feel dizzy, mind blank.

"Say you're our dumb slut, and we'll fuck you, doll." Hanamaki grins at your pathetic face, at the drool starting to drip from the corners of your lips.

"-'m not- mmh!!" A soft pat to your pussy makes you cry out in pleasure, your knees shaking, making you worry you might fall over.

"Try again, baby."

"I'm-" a gasp falls from between your pants, "I'm your stupid whore!" You finally manage to cry out, a loud moan eliciting from your lips when Matsukawa grins, "Good girl."

"Oh, look at that," Maki laughs at you, hands already pulling on your bra, exposing your tits, "she liked that."

"Did you, dumb girl?"

"Y-yeah," you mindlessly agree as you're too focused on the feeling of his fingers now circling your clit, the burning sensation killing any thought that was in your head. "Liked it."

Matsukawa's fingers are big, you always knew it, but never realized how much bigger than yours. Even one of his fingers are enough to stretch your tiny little pussy, but Matsukawa's never been the type to settle for anything less than he'd like.

With the second finger slipping in you, your legs can't hold you up anymore, your throat sore from the moans and cries, and pleasure screams, Hanamaki's hands groping and kneading your tits, pinching your nipples.

"Oh, poor baby," Hanamaki holds your face by the chin, leaning closer enough to feel your hot breath against his face. "Too bad praise is the last thing you'll be getting today."

As soon as he finishes his words, his fingers press on your bottom lip, making you open your mouth, spitting in it with a smile. "Whores like you don't deserve anything better."

Your eyes widen as his spit rests on your tongue, mouth still agape, Matsukawa's large fingers slipping in and out of you and its all so much-

"Come on, baby," Hanamaki's voice finally pulls you out of your daze, "get on the floor, face down, ass up, show Mattsun here, too, just how pretty you look like that."