Gojo Satoru Loves To Take Video Of You Taking Him Fully

omg hi chu can i request on the scarlet witch baby. toji finding out baby fushiguro has a bf ofc knowing mikey is a gang leader asking if hes strong and telling mikey to spar with him? it's okay if u don't want to :)

sano manjiro meets scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader's biological father

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible manga/anime spoilers for jjk, mentions of violence and mentions of scarlet witch's power

omg hi nini, thank you so much for requesting! this is the first time i got a jjk x tokyorev request in a long while, i missed writing for this crossover sm :D ok enough me rambling, happy reading <3 (sorry it took a while to get written down 😭)

sano manjiro, your boyfriend, has learned about your powers as a chaos sorceress or witch, one of which was your capability to ressurect people by transferring their souls that hadn't passed on to the next life yet to bodies you have created. mikey, being mikey, was not that surprised when you told him that you brought your biological father back to life. what surprised him the most, though, was your father's weird request; fushiguro toji wanted to fight him.

when toji learned from gojo about your boyfriend, he was kind of desperate to meet mikey. he hasn't been able to be with his biological daughter, and he comes back to life to find out you're now a teenager and you're dating, meaning toji had a lot to catch up on, especially with the fact that your boyfriend is a gang leader.

you were the one who was nervous instead of mikey. you recalled gojo's first impression and instant disapproval of mikey when he and the others met him. toji might do the same. from the moment he learned about your boyfriend, he hasn't stopped asking you questions. toji wanted to know and meet the guy that his precious baby had fallen for.

what was your boyfriend like?

is he really a gang leader?

how did you two meet?

mikey was unfazed by the tall, muscular man standing behind you when the two finally met in person. the two of them exchanged greetings and handshakes, toji immediately started asking questions, but not before mikey greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and an embrace.

"you must be manjiro, huh?" toji's analytical eyes looked at the short blonde from head to toe. "[name]'s boyfriend."

"you can call me, mikey, sir." mikey smiled at him, glancing up at him in return.

"so, i've heard you're a gang leader." toji began, folding his arms across his chest. "people call you, the invincible mikey."

"yes, i'm the leader of the tokyo manji gang." mikey simply hummed, nodding his head at toji.

"hmm, are you strong?" toji raised a brow, his tone of voice was almost mocking mikey.

you watched your boyfriend stifle a fit of laughter and cheekily smiled at toji's question, still unfazed by him. "not to brag, but yes. more than capable of protecting [name]-chan over here." he gestured at you with his head.

"i like a guy who has spunk. you're pretty bold for a kid, or gang leader you could say." toji shrugged his shoulders, "on that note, i'd like to spar with you."

"you want to spar with me?" mikey questioned to confirm with a raised brow.

toji simply nodded with a grin plastered on his face. "you heard me, kid. i want you to fight me."

"but.. but, dad!" you cried out in attempt to persuade him, but toji simply ruffled your hair.

"don't worry angel, i'll go easy on him." toji said in reassurance, as if that comforted you at all. your biological dad is about to beat up your boyfriend.

"please, don't. you have my full-consent, sir." of course, mikey is not the type to back down. if anything, he was pretty confident in himself. but you? you were deadass sweating bullets.

though both of them do not possess any cursed energies at all, toji has a heavenly restriction. he was capable of pummeling curses just as he was capable of beating up people. toji wasn't called the sorcerer killer during his prime for nothing. on the other hand, you've seen mikey fight before. sure, your boyfriend was quite the prodigy in martial arts, but this toji is what we were talking about. they were still two different worlds.

"can't the three of us just have coffee and dorayaki?"

"we'll do that after, [name]. if your boyfriend survives, that is."

no matter what you did, your biological father and boyfriend were persistent on sparring against each other. so, here you were, stressfully nibbling on your fingernails as you stood from the side, repeatedly exchanging glances at them. your heart dropped when mikey lunged towards toji, flitting his leg upwards for a high roundhouse kick to the temple at blinding speed but as expected, toji was able to block with a simple raised fist.

toji reacted shortly afterward, delivering a series of jabs and hooks which mikey was able to maneuver and evade almost effortlessly, all the while using his legs to retaliate and fight back. your father was stunned. sano manjiro possessed a prodigious physical condition for his age. not only was he capable of launching devastating "nuclear" kicks that could crush cars and deliver instant KOs to enemies, he had lightning fast reflexes too.

the next scene that took place had your jaw dropping. toji and mikey were now fighting in a blur.

what the fuck was going on?! you thought to yourself.

even with your keen eyes, you barely caught up with the exchange of fists and kicks. you were more impressed with mikey, however. you've seen him fight taller and stronger delinquents before, but seeing him go head-to-head against your father was another whole level. you never knew your boyfriend had such fighting prowess. maybe it was just toji going easy on him, but the troubled look on his face says otherwise. your father wasn't holding back.

after what seemed like hours, you forcefully stopped the heated fight between them with your chaos magic since you couldn't stand it anymore. toji and mikey started to get too personal, and you weren't letting either of them get their faces clawed or bones broken. mikey was starting to act like the gang leader that he was and toji was fighting like he was going to kill him. their thoughts were starting to flood and get through your head from how loud they were getting.

fortunately, there weren't any passerbys to witness your red psionics when you put them into play.

"alright, that's quite enough! no more reckless fighting! you two!" you scolded your father and boyfriend with a small glare. the two of them stared at your chaos magic with wonderstruck look as it dissipated into thin air.

"sorry, [name]-chan." mikey first apologized. the terrifying charisma of a delinquent and gang leader had disappeared from mikey and subsided back into a normal, playful, and childish aura instead. "i got lost in the heat of the fight. i have never faced someone like your father before."

"you earned my respect, kid." toji peered down at your boyfriend, finally acknowledging him with a grin and a pat on the head. "you're not too bad yourself."

"you guys were about to kill each other, please don't do that ever again!" you sighed sharply, shaking your head.

both toji and mikey uttered in unison, "me? kill your father? never!" "me? kill your boyfriend? never!"

"oh, yeah? your thoughts says otherwise. i'm not the scarlet witch for nothing." you placed a hand on her hip, pointing at your temple and released a small wisp of red psionics for a brief second.

"i'm just making sure that you boyfriend is true to his words." toji reasoned with you, "what's a guy if he can't protect his girlfriend, huh?"

"i don't need protecting, i can handle myself just fine! gosh, you're just like daddy (gojo). stop babying meee." you whined, causing toji to chuckle and mikey to ruffle your hair affectionately.

"you might be your dad's baby, but you're my baby too. curses, sorcerers or not, i'll always protect you [name]." mikey pulled you to his side, draping an arm around you before pressing a kiss on your temple which made you giggle and smile.

"heh, you're really all grown-up [name]." toji stared at you with a long sigh, shaking his head. "you really take after your mother too. it's always the good girls falling for the bad boys."

"bad boys with a good heart that is." you snickered at toji's comment which made mikey grin as well.

"alright, alright. enough with the sappy moment. let's go to a café you lovebirds, and get some dorayaki and coffee." toji shook his head at the two of you, throwing his thumb behind him. "sounds good?"

"mhm!" you nodded happily as mikey nodded his head excitedly, a bit too excited at the fact there was going to be dorayaki.

you walked side by side with mikey, your hands intertwined with his. toji walked from behind, watching how your and mikey's eyes were filled with so much love and happiness for one another.

it almost made him jealous, but he was just as happy as you are. toji was glad that you found someone who treats you well and gives you the love you deserve. just like what yoji mentioned earlier, you really do take after your mother. you look just like her, you act just like her, and you've even fallen for someone who's a "bad boy".

If you’re still doing the beach club event can you do the familiar trip with Yuuji as reader & Sukuna’s child, with 7 27 30? I really like dad!sukuna😭

yes of course ! i hope you like it !

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7. going to the beach!

27. showing a child the sea for the first time

30. taking pics of the trip

tw: the reader is referred as "mom" by Yuuji because i don't know what too put instead, neutral gender fem bodied reader.

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"Come on dad, come on, come on, wake up, wake up! It's sunny!" Sukuna's grip on your waist softens a bit, right before getting his body even closer to yours. Yuuji starts again. "Dad, today we are going to see the ocean! We can't miss it!" You're too sleepy to form a coherent phrase on your head to answer your poor child, but Sukuna's voice speaks before you.

"It's still too early, Yuuji. We don't want to wake up the little animals that sleep on the sea, right? Go back to bed and sleep a little more." with the final sentence, Sukuna hides his face again on your neck. You feel Yuuji's little steps before feeling him snuggle against your body. You open your eyes a little to see your son against your chest, sneaking between your arms. Hugging him, the child whispers. "Mom, can I wait here with you?" he asks. You nod quietly, caressing his hair. You can feel how Sukuna's hand sneaks passing your waist to hold your child.

It's not a long time after when you hear Sukuna's phone ringing. Yuuji moves between your arms, waking up slowly until he realizes what does that mean. He gets up fast, looking at both his parents. "Time to go to the beach!" he says. You stretch in your little bed space and Sukuna yawns before sitting on the bed. He takes Yuuji between his arms.

"Let's get a shower and dressed while mom wakes up, yeah?" Yuuji nods and both of them leave the bed and the room under your sleepy gaze. You obligate yourself to sit in bed. Yesterday, it was too late when you arrived to the hotel, and little Yuuji slept since the plane landed, without having more dinner than a glass of warm milk with chocolate. Sukuna stayed awake with you, helping you to order the luggage, taking a relaxing bath and preparing Yuuji's bag for the beach. After some cuddling and pillow talk, you two fell asleep.

You take a swimsuit and a long t-shirt you can use for the beach, making sure the window is covered with the curtains before putting it on. You head to the kitchen with the idea of making some breakfast, but the smell of coffee and something being cooked reaches you. Yuuji is sitting on the table, sipping his chocolate from a straw, and there are two cups of coffee, one if front of the other, in both sides of the child. You get closer to Sukuna, seeing that he's cooking a couple sandwiches to have as a breakfast.

"Need help?" You ask, taking a plate. Plate that Sukuna takes away, winking at you.

"No need. Just sit. Your coffee has a little bit of chocolate, as you like." With a kiss on his still naked shoulder, right on a tattoo, you sit near to your son. He looks at you with a smile.

"Do you know that fishes like Nemo live in the sea? Dad told me a lot of things!" He keeps talking and Sukuna serves the breakfast. Right after finishing, your partner gets dressed with a plain t-shirt and you adjust Yuuji's backpack, that contains some toys, before giving him some instructions.

"Be careful and don't lose any toy, yeah? You know that Gojo bought them to you! Also, be careful with the sea, yeah? Don't go too far from mom and dad and always ask us to accompany you to the water, yes, baby?" Yuuji nods quietly, understanding all you're saying. "Be careful, please." Yuuji nods, this time with energy, before kissing your cheek.

"I will mommy!" he says, excited. Taking your bag, the three of you leave the hotel room heading to the beach. Yuuji asks his dad to lift him up and he does, sitting the little child on his shoulders. It's almost impossible to deny the kinship between them. Yuuji is, basically, a copy of his father, with more chubby cheeks and the absence of tattoos, of course. Yuuji smiles openly before talking, interrupting the little chat you and Sukuna have been having for the last ten minutes. "Look! That's water! It's that the sea, dad?!" he asks, pure excitement on his voice and eyes. Sukuna nods, his son still sitting on his shoulders, the man's hands holding his child's legs, avoiding him to fall.

"Mom, mom, look, the sea!" he laughs and claps quietly. Even when Sukuna has a neutral expression on his face, you can see the happiness shining on his eyes.

After putting all the towels and beach things on a calm cove, you apply sun protector to Yuuji, but he's too excited to go near the water.

"Can we go, mommy?" he asks, helping you to put sunscreen on. Some groups of people have put their towels around.

"Wait for me to help mom to put sunscreen on, yeah?" Sukuna says, sunglasses hiding his eyes and the tattoos under them, taking the sun protector and gently applying it on your back, massaging quietly. He has his t-shirt still on. Yuuji gets up once he's done and he runs near his dad. "Dad, I'll help you!" Yuuji's little pair of hands massage your arms as Sukuna's ones put the sunscreen on your back. Once the three of you are ready, Sukuna takes his shirt off and his phone on his hand. A couple girls turn their heads to see him, taking off the shirt that smoothly. He passes an arm around your shoulders as he talks. "Oi, Yuuji, don't run you buddy."

But Yuuji is still too excited. Sukuna hands your his phone as he runs to take your child. You quickly open the camera, capturing in a video the moment where the father runs after the child, taking him on his arms while both of them laugh. His phone is quickly full of pictures of little Yuuji, trying the water with his feet, swimming with dad's help, a cute portrait of you with Yuuji wrapped in a towel, sitting between your legs as you hug him. Yuuji also takes a picture of the two of you helping him with a sand castle!

The day at the beach has easily became one of the most magical days on Yuuji's 6 years of life. He saw fishes, crabs, even a couple starfishes! Dad has helped him to build an enormous castle and you helped him to swim on the sea! Going back to the hotel, at afternoon, Yuuji is wrapped in his towel, between your arms, calmly sleeping against your chest after the waste of energy he had. His little hand is gripped to your t-shirt as Sukuna is carrying all the stuff. You leave him on his bed as soon as you three arrive to your room. Then, when your two are back in your bed, you look at the pictures that you took of the day. Sukuna moves quietly to be able to kiss your forehead.

"Thanks." he says, while still looking to the pictures.

"For what?" you ask, looking to the picture that a woman near took of the three of you. She even said you were the cutest family she had ever seen!

"For letting me be happy with you and Yuuji. Thanks, y/n"

⭒ lost ⭒ ryomen s.

sukuna who lost all his self respect from the day he married you and the night he was first deep in your cunt. had him rolling his eyes back and his legs almost going numb from how warm and tight you squeezed around him. he had to on top- his beefy resting on your wide childbearing hips as you slammed down on him causing him to release the load he was trying to hold. he felt so stimulated and you had his cock twitching without you even knowing. when you tried to ask him what’s wrong he asked to go again practically begging. he wouldn’t and he couldn’t get his mind off how the white fitted corset pinched your waistline and squeezed your breast so tight they could pop out whenever you breath, or the bustling full-skirt that hid those thighs he wanted to be between. whenever you’d look over to him exposing those pearly whites if yours. sometimes in the morning he would kick out the maids and butlers out of the room to lay you down on the table and bang you right there. you didn’t know what to grab on for support to save yourself from his hard thrust. you would cry out and whimper when the plates crash on the ground but he didn’t stop. you would be so shy about the incident after and you would feel so bad about how you didn’t even get to taste the food they took their time with. he couldn’t control himself so when you came to meet him he offer you to sit on his face with no shame at it. sukuna’s body on the carpet while his head rested on the end of the throne and you hovered over his face while your legs were resting beside his head. slurping, and sucking noises echoed the room and you tried to keep quiet but no matter what he wouldn’t stop shoving his face deeper into your wet cunt. “ wait- someone could come innn!!” you protest grabbing the throne to light yourself up but you’d get yank back down to his face while feeling the laces of your corset untied. “ no one is gonna interrupt me and my wife- fuck sit back down” and you would lost it, wanting to bury yourself 6 feet deep down in the dirt when someone would walk in

Toji looking annoyed is my fave 🫶🏻

I need more of cowgirl reader and Toji ksjsnjsbs

What if he knocks her up for good +#-#+

cow girl reader and toji fic

TW: cow hybrid, pregnant

Hmm…I think both toji and cow girl will be happy about this👀❤️ Not sure if this is what you want to read…but I wrote something sweet<3

That day, you got up from your master's bed. Since you watched TV and played games for so long yesterday (Toji wanted to scold you, but watching this precious calf seriously grab the game controller and play some stupid racing game, he decided to spoil you a little bit), Toji allows you to get the sleep you need. So you wake up in the afternoon. You rubbed your sleepy eyes, cow's tail wagging. "moo…"

Toji frowned, pinching your face, "It's time to eat."

You chew obediently, and your cheeks puff out because the vegetables. After eating a little, a nauseous feeling rushes up so much that you run to the bathroom. Toji realizes what's going on - he doesn't use any birth control, so he expects you to get pregnant one day. With tears still hanging from your little eyelashes, Toji checked you with a pregnancy test, which showed you were pregnant. He lifts you up with a smile, then gently puts you down.

Toji had to explain the pregnancy to you - but you accepted it faster than he thought. You fondly stroke your belly. And he takes care of you more carefully than ever before, basically not letting you do anything on your own. He takes you to the hospital for a pregnancy check-up, renovates a baby room, and buys some baby clothes with you. The weirdest thing Toji thinks is that you picked a cute baby cow jumpsuit - he means, the two of you will obviously have a real baby cow.

Let’s say Sasuke have those days where he is acting like a baby and wants to be babied by his s/o. Maybe even calls the reader mommy

🌸✨Baby boyfriend ✨🌸

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, fluff, mdlb

Sfw

He doesn’t know exactly why he has these days. You know exactly why he has these days. Because he’s had to be very mature and only think about revenge from a very young age. He had to deny himself love and being love to reach a goal that he should not have had to reach.

When he find his soulmate (you), he finds himself able to be vulnerable around you. But you only see this behavior about a year and a half into your marriage. The first time it happens, he comes home from work one day to find you preparing dinner in the kitchen. You’re almost done now, about to dish up, when you feel his arms wrap around you. You tense your before relaxing, realizing it’s just your husband. “Baby! Your back”, you exclaim, stopping everything you were doing to return some affection. But to your surprise he tightens his hold, burying his face into your neck, taking a long, deep wif of your sweet scent.

You just always smell so damn good. A scent he could recognize in a room full scents. You giggle at the strange but comforting action, intertwining your fingers with his, simply enjoying his warm around your body too.

He only wanted to feel you against him. “I really missed you today”, he says, and you’re taken aback. Did he just express his feelings? You’re trying not to burst with excitement, reaching your hand up to bury it in his hair, softly scratching his scalp.

“I missed you so much baby”, you respond. “Dinner is just about ready, why don’t you go wind down while I dish up”. At that, he immediately groans, surprising you once again. Planting a kiss in your neck, that kiss turning into sucking, and eventually he began nibbling, high key turning you on.

“Sasuke!”, you giggle, trying to stifle any moans, not wanting this to go in that direction. “Come with me”, he says and you still for a while. “Okay baby, but you’re going to have to let go of me at some point”, you giggle, which he cuts short when he transports the two of you to the bathroom, the bathroom mat taking your place in the kitchen.

“Sasuke!”, you scold him, and he just groans again, still holding you tight. “Bathe me please”, he says, already missing your body when you finally manage to break away from him. You love to take care of your baby, so you happily comply, filling up the bathtub with water and bubbles, your favourite scent. He absolutely doesn’t mind. Plus he likes the idea of smelling like you.

After helping him strip, you give him and good scrub in the bathtub, scrubbing away all the dirt from the day away, rinsing him clean and wiping him dry. After you moisturize him and get him in clean clothes, you’re just absolutely happy that he’s letting you take care of him like this. He’s being very vulnerable and you’re bursting with joy. Is he finally confronting his childhood trauma?

He wants nothing but snuggles the entire night, holding you while you dish up dinner. You think the funniest part was when he asked you to come sit on his lap and feed him. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp while you fed him, he feeding you right back. You loved how silly he was being. You could adjust to his neediness really fast. You liked it.

Bedtime is serious cuddles, please no phones or books, just hold him and talk to him. He snuggles his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around you, and you just have to scratch his scalp when he softly wines for more. So much kisses and cuddles. He feels so safe and happy, like he broke off an anchor that has been weighing him down.

NSFW

He’s still extremely needy, but not in the way that you would expect him to be, no he’s doing to please you. He wants you to tell him how to please you. You’re so surprised when you hear him grunt “Like this mama”, in his sexy, deep voice and you immediately crumble, his fingers stroking your gspot while he greedily sucks on your nipples.

“Does mama like this?”, he says, and you’re so far gone, unable to handle his newfound mommy kink.

“Y-yes baby, such a good b-boy”, you say, still on the high of your orgasm.

You don’t see it, but he smiles, wondering if he can take it a little further. “What else would you like mama?”, he says, and you don’t know if he’s being sexy or needy, his voice daddy but his words are baby. You’re so confused while he’s practically forcing another orgasm out of you, only speeding up to see you crumble faster.

Unable to use words, you push his head down, and he lets go of nipple with a loud pop, licking and kissing your abdomen on the way down.

“Tell me what to do please”, he says, so desperate and needy to please you, and you figure he probably wants you to top him. “Eat mommy out until I cum baby, can you do that?”, and he nods his head, only eager to please, spreading your legs wide open.

He starts eating you out so fucking good, his tongue lapping up your juices, spreading your lips apart to get to your clit, flicking his tongue across it at a steady paces, his actions rough as usual, your orgasm isn’t to far away. “Mama, you’re so wet, am I doing a good job?”, he asks you, and you can barely breathe. “Y-yes baby! S-such a good boy, uhhh! Oh fuck! Yeeeeeessssssss!”, you scream when he starts sucking your clit, making you cum so hard, you can barely handle the pleasure, his hand easily holding you down, clearly too busy enjoying himself to care about overstimulating you, making you scream as another orgasm quickly followed, so intense you couldn’t stop yourself from turning into a whiny and teary mess.

You didn’t know if you should call him daddy or baby boy, and you couldn’t really care, absentmindedly trying to get away from him. You thought you’d try something. “B-baby! Stoooop”, you cried, and he actually did.

You figured this would be your one opportunity to ride him, trying so hard to gather yourself before he would man handle you into the next position. And of course he happily let you ride him.

You’d never thought you’d see Sasuke so vulnerable under you, bouncing on him like your life depended on it, only able to last a couple of bounces before you couldn’t take it anymore, but he, like a good boy, grabbed your hips and began slamming up into you, begging you to cum inside of you.

You thought it was very cute that he was such a baby, but you just clearly weren’t built to top a man like him, he was basically topping you from the bottom, and you’d never truly been this confused before. But you went along with it as best as you could.

The only part you managed to ace without going dumb from an orgasm, was when you gave him some sloppy head, you sucked him dry, taking him down to your throat before gagging and pulling out, only to massage his shaft with both your hands while you sucked in the tip. He was literally whimpering for you, you’d never heard him whimper like this or at all.

He obviously wanted more, fucking you so hard, your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into you with hard, desperate thrusts, making you scream as you felt each thrust like an electric jolt running through your body and heating up your toes. He was praising you so much, “Argh mama, fuck, let me have more please, please mama let me please you”,he literally beg when it got too much for him.

How could you possibly say no.

{ 8 }

the neediest boys in the world.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | the domestic life

you had to be the luckiest girl in the world to own the hearts of two boys who absolutely adored you.

settled in your arms was your 5 year old son. he shared a bit of both of you and your husband's features, combining the best of both worlds wrapped up in the most adorable package.

he may have inherited more of his father's personality than yours, but you couldn't deny that his eyes that were shining brightly matched your own shade to a T. the love you felt for this tiny human being in your arms was overwhelming, and you truly couldn't picture a life before your beloved son.

"mama, you're so pretty." he tells you with the widest grin, practically doting on you as well as he leaned up against you on your lap to get a better look at your face. as he cups your cheeks with his two chubby hands, you couldn't help but laugh as he presses sloppy kisses against each and every one of your features, finishing each kiss with an audible 'mwah!'

"when i get older i'm gonna marry you, mama!" your son proclaims with a confidence that was very reminiscent of when your husband asked for your hand in marriage, making you smile as you nuzzled your son's cheek.

"silly, mama can't marry you because she's already married to papa, you know that." you giggle upon seeing his sweet pout, "yeah, but i love you WAY MORE than papa does! that's why i'm gonna stay with you forever!"

your son seals his promise with another kiss, this time against your cheek as a grunt was heard coming from the doorway, "hey, quit kissin' mama like that, you're makin' papa jealous."

a mischievous gleam was seen in your son's eyes as he immediately wraps his tiny arms around your neck all while sticking out his tongue at eren, "go away papa! me an' mama are busy cuddling!"

"you've been cuddling mama for thirty minutes, it's my turn now." you rolled your eyes at eren's theatrics. if anyone would be jealous of their own child, it would be eren.

"no way papa, it's my mama!"

"oh yeah? well your mama belonged to me way before you were even born!"

of course it would be eren.

being fed up with this constant back and forth bickering, eren takes matters into his own hands when he steps closer to where you and your son was settled on the couch, "fine, if you won't let me cuddle mama, i guess i'll just have to cuddle both of you!"

"wait what?! eren-"

your husband proved to still be the strongest man you knew as he picked you and your son up with ease, earning several giggles from your child as eren settles himself against the couch with the both of you settled back on his lap. with you finally in his arms again, eren presses soft kisses against the junction where your neck and shoulder met, resting his head against it before letting out a content sigh, "ah, much better."

"no fair papa! quit copying me, i was busy kissin' mama too!" cue your child flinging himself into your arms as he buried his face deep within your chest, earning yet another grunt of disapproval from eren. "hey, don't press yourself against mama's chest like that!"

with you sandwiched between what had to be the two greatest loves of your life, you couldn't stop the carefree laughter that escaped your lips as you fell back into your husband's embrace all while holding your son tightly against your chest.

you may have to deal with the neediest boys in the entire world for the rest of your life, but you knew that there was nowhere else you'd rather be than with them by your side.

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

SUPERIOR COMPLEX

in which gojo’s adopted daughter goes to ua

mha/bnha x jjk

my hero academia/boku no hero academia x jujutsu kaisen

various x fem!reader

warning: blood&gore, profanity, slightly op fem reader, violence, angst and fluff

MASTERLIST COMING SOON

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

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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