#☆—mitsery.smut

[erenoir]

i kissed the teacher

“your daughter is wonderful in class, now i can see where she gets it from.”

💿 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊

❥ what appears to be an innocent crush on your daughter’s new teacher seems to blossom into something a little less kid-friendly.

❥ warnings: 18+ dark content, dom!levi, sub!reader, age gap [early twenties-mid thirties,] rough sex, unprotected sex, mommy kink, dacryphilia, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, breeding, titty fucking, fingering, creampie, light bondage, name-calling, male masturbation, squirting, choking, spitting, slapping, spanking, nsfw, MDNI

❥ featuring: kindergarten teacher!levi x single mom!reader

❥ word count: 6.4k

❥ a/n: i think i am out of breath after writing this . this might be the smuttiest little thing i’ve done. thank you to bb @erenslittlestepsister for beta reading this for me!

What a crazy day

When I kissed the teacher

All my sense had flown away

When I kissed the teacher

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Running down the corridors of your daughter’s elementary school with her tiny hand in yours, you dragged her small figure from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to search for her classroom.

“Honey, are you sure you don’t remember which one it is?”

“Yeah mommy! It's the door that has a window on it! Mr. Levi makes silly faces at us th-through it when the hall mom-moni-monitator takes us to lunch!” Your daughter beamed up at you, gushing over her new teacher for the umpteenth time today.

She came stumbling off the bus and into your arms earlier this afternoon, flailing the craft she had made in his class in your face, clearly proud of the construction paper heart with all of her favorite things drawn on the inside.

“Mommy! I can't wait for you to meet Mr. Levi! He’s the bestest!” She oozed as you pinched her cheeks, swinging her up into your arms and taking her inside the house.

Your daughter was sitting at the kitchen island, swinging her legs off the seat while she ate her leftover macaroni and cheese from lunch. You sat across from her with your head buried in your computer, frantically trying to get this email blast out to your clients before your boss’ deadline.

“M-mommy?” Your little girl mumbled with a mouthful of cheesy pasta.

“M’hm?” You responded absentmindedly, eyes not leaving your screen.

“Mr. Levi says I'm the best drawer in class!”

“Oh yeah love?”

“Yup! He draws big A’s on my crafts…”

You chuckled softly to yourself, your daughter did have quite the imagination, you weren’t surprised by her story, though told in the sweetest broken speech and mispronunciations.

“Is that right baby? You know mommy has a parent-teacher conference tonight right? I'm gonna meet Mr. Levi…” You gave her a teasing side-eye, insinuating that she better not be lying to you, and that she was actually, in fact, a wonderful student.

Your mini you squeals enthusiastically, squirming in her seat, fragments of mac and cheese sticking to her plump cheeks. Her little hands come together as she claps quickly, “I know mommy! Mr. Levi is very nice!”

“Yeah? I hope so. We’re leaving soon okay?”

3A, 3C, 3E…

You mentally read through the number-letter combinations on the doors, eyes scanning the rows of mahogany for the number of the room you finally got from one of the janitors. 3H… 3H… 3H… here we go. You turned to look at your daughter playing with her feet as she stared intently at the floor.

“Okay baby, be good now okay? We’re already freaking late…” You mentally cursed yourself for not accounting for the traffic that there would be while you tried to find parking at the school. You made a feeble attempt at trying to fix yourself before walking in, you were already a young mother, so being taken seriously was not something that came easily for you. But you quickly brushing through your hair with your fingers and tucking in your shirt was helpless. You looked a disheveled mess from doing your makeup haphazardly in traffic and then running through the entire school with a six year old, now a sweaty mess. Fuck this, you rolled your eyes, if he can’t take you seriously then he’ll just be another elderly man that laughed in your face when you told them your age. Your clammy hand twisted the brassy doorknob to classroom 3H, stumbling in with your daughter trailing behind you, clearly showing signs of annoyance as all of the parents and their kids already sat down passed judgmental stares in your direction. Your eyes searched the cramped classroom for the new teacher to give him an exasperated but apologetic smile.

“Hi! I-I’m so sorry we’re late! There was loads of tra… traffic…”

Holy shit… that was Mr. Levi?

Your eyes froze on his figure, widening when you realized that this was no “grumpy, old man,” like your daughter jokingly described. You hadn’t realized your mouth was agape, close to drooling, as you were brought back to reality by your daughter tugging on your hand.

“Excuse me? Miss. Y/L/N?”

You blinked your eyes quickly, trying to regain your composure after the less-than-professional entrance you made.

“I said it’s okay… it seems we don’t have any seats left… let me just grab two from the hallway…” Mr. Levi trailed off, jogging past you quickly while giving your daughter a small pat on the head, before he came back in the classroom with two folding chairs. He placed them right in front of his desk, not wanting to disturb the orderly rows of parents already filed neatly into the heart of the room. He waved his hand to the seats, gesturing for you two to sit down. You placed a hand on your daughters shoulder while you quietly usher yourselves into the plastic chairs, whispering silent “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” to the parents who weren’t exactly pleased with you interrupting the conference.

“As I was saying…” Mr. Levi looked down at you with dark eyes, stern but soft as he held a sweet spot for your daughter, one of his favorites in class.

“My name is Levi Ackerman… your kids call me Mr. Levi, the staff calls me Mr. Ackerman, but you can just call me Levi…” He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips before continuing, grabbing a piece of chalk and writing his name down on the board.

“A-C-K-E-R-M-A-N… Ackerman,” he spelt out loud, underlining his last name with a squiggly line.

“I'm new to the school district… many of you won’t recognize me… so allow this to be my proper introduction…”

Your eyes followed his body like a hawk, my god he was fucking hot, you thought. He paced back and forth in front of you, lingering in his place when his back faced you. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth when you saw the way his slacks cupped around his ass perfectly, or the way his hair was parted, strands of raven hair framing his chiseled features hypnotically. Levi cleared his throat and squinted his eyes at you so only you could notice, as if he was casually putting you in your place, watching as your eyes quickly darted from the outline of his dick in his navy pants to his eyes, stern and disciplinary. Your face was brushed over with embarrassment, Levi smirked slightly as he turned around, facing to speak to the other side of the classroom now.

“I'm 36 years old… I just moved to the area a few months ago… settled in a nice apartment with my cat… any cat lovers out there?” He jokingly asked the parents, who were hanging onto his every word. Thank god, clearly you weren’t the only one completely entranced by this man’s aura.

“What's my cat's name you guys?” He asked his students, your daughter jumped up in her seat and raised her hand eagerly, begging him to pick on her.

“Yes, Y/D/N?”

“It’s Haaaange!” Your daughter drawled, trying her best to put the syllables together. You laughed quietly and rubbed the small of her back.

“Good job honey,” you whispered.

“Yes, a good job indeed,” Levi resounded, smiling at you softly caressing your daughter, trying to calm down her excited nature. Levi thought you were a beautiful little thing, a little disgruntled but, he craved a little chaos in his life, he loved to put disorganized things into their places. His smile deepened even more when he spotted the lonely ring finger on your left hand… not married? He wondered, perfect.

“I studied childhood education and psychology at the University of Marley, and finished my degree about 8 years ago… I believe the best way to learn is through repetition and positive discipline… Levi took note of the way you crossed your legs and squeezed your thighs together at the mention of his teaching techniques. Are we intrigued, little one? His mind raced at the thought of you responding so well to the slap of a ruler or a demerit star on your chart… submissive, are we?

“Now please don’t misconstrue my intentions… I only want the best for my students… I want them to grow and learn from their mistakes, not be ashamed of them! And I've seen massive improvement since their first day in September… I'm very proud of them.”

The kids' voices sang throughout the classroom, responding to the words of praise from their teacher.

“So tonight, I'll be meeting with each of you in the order that your kids are listed on my attendance sheet… the kids will be taken to the gym by a hall monitor to have some free play time while we discuss their progress in class! Does that sound good?”

Your daughter had been off playing with her friends in the gym for nearly an hour now, you were growing frustrated with her spot at the bottom of Levi's attendance sheet, guess they didn’t go in alphabetical order. You were the last parent of the night, anxiously bouncing your knee and clutching your purse to your chest as you fumbled around in the metal chair. “My god, this shit is taking long,” you mumbled under your breath, thinking the hallway was empty.

“Impatient, huh?” Levi's laugh came from behind you as you turned around in horror, “I'm sorry about the wait Miss. Y/L/N… come in, come in!”

“O-oh my god I’m so… shit, it’s a late night, you know? It’s nothing against you… how unprofessional of me…” You trailed off, not wanting to make eye contact with your daughter’s intimidatingly beautiful teacher. A wild thing is what you are, Levi groaned at his menacing thoughts, you need to be tamed.

Levi watched as you sauntered into the room, his fantasies consuming his brain, much too hard for him to concentrate on the spiel he was supposed to give you on your daughter… are you aware of how much you’re teasing me? You conniving little thing… did you purposefully choose the shirt with the buttons that could barely stay closed atop your breasts? You little whore you.

“So Y/D/N… she's an incredible kid… she picks up the material gracefully…”

Must you smile like that? All sweet and innocent, the minute you hear your daughter’s name? You’re a good little mommy aren’t you? Would you like another baby girl? Would you like it to be mine?

“…I mean… she’s great in class, all of the kids love her… she gets along with everyone, respects the rules and acknowledges her mistakes… which mind you, are never big ones…”

Fluttering your eyes to the sound of my voice are we? Do you put on a docile gaze for me? You want me to discipline you… I know you do… shall I discipline you with my cock or my ruler? Your choice.

“…She’s quite the little Picasso! Loves arts and crafts time… the sweetest little girl, really! I have no constructive criticism to offer you…”

Your heart warmed as he spoke so highly of your daughter, no wonder she adored him so much.

“Overall… your daughter is wonderful in class, now I can see where she gets it from…”

Waves of heat rushed your cheeks, as you hid behind your bangs and fumbled with your hands in your lap, sitting pretty under the intense glare of the man that sang nursery rhymes with your child on weekdays from 8 am to 2 pm.

My poor little baby, have I made you bashful? Don’t cower in front of me… I’d have to take you right here and fuck that bratty pout off your face if you continue to do so…

“…Does she pick up any personality traits from your husband?” Levi asked you strategically. He knew you weren’t married, but did you have a lover? What's one more roadblock he needed to get rid of before he could finally sink his throbbing length into your tight little cunt?

“Oh! I-I, um…” you nervously ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting yourself in your seat, “I don’t have a um… I'm not… I’m not married… Y/D/N’s dad isn’t around… I raised her on my own! Glad I'm doing something right...” You laughed, and god, was your laugh music to Levi's ears, singing down from the heavens itself. Now to discover what your moans sounded like, were they something of the devil’s creation?

Levi held his gaze on you in silence, watching the uncomfortable white noise of the air conditioning affect your nerves, as you squirmed on your chair in front of him.

“Something wrong, Miss. Y/L/N?” He toyed with you, his voice laced with innocence as he asked about your obvious flustered front.

“Y-yes… I'm fine! I always get a little embarrassed when I talk about my ex… i-it’s messy and… nothing to concern you with…”

He watched your body language intently as he prodded at your submissive exterior, breaking you down little by little until you were finally within his reach.

“What's there to be embarrassed about?”

His eyes remained stern, his voice blunt, and his position in his chair unwavering as his ankle laid over his knee.

“I-I just… I'm a young mom, you know? I’m only 21 and… people already look down on you because of that… then when I tell them that Y/D/N’s father isn’t around either… they just assume that I’m a terrible guardian to my daughter…” Levi's cock hardened beneath his pants when he heard you utter your age out of your pouty lips.

You must be inexperienced darling, do you need me to teach you a few things? I pray that you'll be able to keep up, for your poor pussy’s sake…

“Well… those that tread on you for doing what’s best for you and your daughter… are often the ones that have no idea what they’re doing themselves… trust me, Miss. Y/L/N… you’re a great mother…”

You drew your lip into your mouth as your stomach floated at his words, the way he called you a mother made your head all hazy and your cunt all tingly. You wanted Levi so badly, your body ached for his instruction.

“T-thank you… Mr. Ackerman… though I feel like you could teach me a few things about my daughter, she always comes home so happy from a day in your class!”

So you want to learn, you devilish little thing. Would you like me to teach you here? Or on my desk… or maybe in the teacher’s break room with the door unlocked… your pretty eyes glazed over with fear of who would catch you on your knees taking my cock as I fuck another baby into you?

“Please… call me Levi…”

“Levi…” his name came out of your mouth in a seductive whisper, Levi's arousal growing uncontrollable as he imagined your pretty lips chanting his name with every thrust into you.

“…Would you… like to learn a few things? Miss. Y/L/N?”

To an onlooker, you two were talking about your daughter. Levi Ackerman, kindergarten teacher, was simply going to give you a few pieces of knowledge about your little girl to you,Y/N Y/L/N, a public relations assistant. There was no harm in that, correct?

But between you and Levi, you both knew he wasn’t talking about your daughter. The growing arousal beneath your constraining clothes, the smell of sex in the air something so potent only to you two… you looked at him with just as much as desire as he did to you. Teach me something… please, your thoughts prodded at your brain, gone dumb under the intensity of his dominating stare.

“Y-yes, I would like to… to learn a few things… Levi…”

Levi rose from his chair devastatingly slow, placing his clipboard on the desk beside him. Your body tensed, not moving a muscle as he circled around you, walking to the door and locking it, pulling the blinds to the tiny window down so he could ensure your privacy. You felt his presence towering behind you as you sat forward in your chair, not daring enough to look at him. His cold hands pulled your hair out from underneath your cardigan, pushing it to one shoulder and exposing the sensitive skin of your neck to him.

“Stand up,” he whispered into your ear, tapping the small of your back twice, ushering you out of the comfort of your seat.

He leaned against the back wall of the classroom, watching you stare at him like a deer in headlights as you stood before him, unsure of what to do with yourself as you swung your arms at your side. He snickered, “Tch, your hollow brain hasn’t a clue what to do right now does it?”

You winced at his dull insult, eyes rolling as you scoffed at him, “So? I- I thought you said you were going to teach me something? So teach, that’s your job isn’t it?” You spat at him daringly, knees quivering as you awaited his response.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” he spewed, smacking the wall with his long ruler, the shrill sound of the metal measuring tool hitting the painted bricks made you jolt out of your faint moment of attempted dominance.

“Do you need me to help you? Or are you competent enough to unbutton your shirt yourself?” He teased you, dumbing you down and prepping you to be his perfect submissive princess.

You stuttered on your words as your clumsy hands pawed at the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one as Levi watched, ruler in hand, ready to rein you in whenever you strayed off the path of his instructions. His breath hitched in his chest when he saw the way your breasts nearly spilled out of your bra, the fabric holding on for dear life at the mercy of your soft tits.

“Shit, unzip the skirt.”

“I-I, I can’t reach the zipper Levi… Y/D/N helped me zip it up today…” you whimpered frantically, anxious of what he was going to do to you if you couldn’t get it off yourself.

“Oh poor you… figure it out. In my class we don’t avoid problems, you work through them until you can get it right… Skirt. Off. Now.” Your eyes widened at the way he ignored your cries completely, growing intensely nervous as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“L-Levi, I really don’t think I can…”

“Now!” He yelled, smacking his ruler inches away from where your hand propped itself up on the desk.

“Okay!” You bleated in fear, twisting and turning your body embarrassingly until the very tips of your index and middle fingers reached the tiny zipper of your pencil skirt.

“See? Don’t ask me for my help unless you absolutely cannot do what I ask of you…” Levi clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head disapprovingly, “And don’t make me raise my voice again… don’t want to lose my job over a slut like you.”

His breath was hot on yours as he drew in closer to your bare body, “Be a good girl and hold this for me, would you?” You felt the cool metal of his ruler touch the palms of your outstretched hands. His hands gripped at your waist and pulled you up onto one of the students’ desks, you watched as Levi pulled his tie up over his neck and unknotted it.

“Open,” his fingers tightly pressed at the sides of your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth for him. You gasped as he pushed his tie into your mouth, pulling it around your neck and knotting it at the back of your head, “Make any loud noises and I stop, keep quiet and I let you cum. Those are the rules, should be simple for your insolent brain to comprehend.”

You felt tears threaten to roll down your face as Levi knelt down in front of you, lifting one of your legs up onto his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around the other one, pinning it in place. You looked down at him a disheveled mess, mascara beginning to smear under your eyes and your hair tangled around Levi’s tie. Your eyes crossed and you let out a muffled squeal as Levi licked a stripe up your core over the fabric of your panties. “L- Le-vi!” you mumbled desperately, feeling your saliva begin to pool underneath your tongue.

His nimble fingers pushed the soaked cotton to the side, “Is this what happens when a student is bad? You get aroused for me? So undeserving,” he smacked your pussy sharply with four fingers before running them up and down your folds, smearing the slick of your arousal all over your pulsing cunt.

“I’d fail you if your body wasn’t so compliant to my demands…” Your grip on the metal ruler tightened, a deep red indentation molding itself into your fragile palms as Levi plunged two fingers inside of your weeping cunt, pushing until his knuckles hit your mound, scissoring and swirling his fingers as you contracted around him. Your eyes crossed at the sensation of him pressing up into that familiar little rigid bud just inches into your hole, he hit it over and over again as your leg fastened around his shoulder instinctively pulled him in closer to you. You convulsed on the desk above him, stomach zealously panting up and down as you felt an unfamiliar arousal growing inside of you.

“Look at you, how can you not be ashamed of yourself? Letting your daughter’s kindergarten teacher whore you out in a locked classroom... “ He whispered against your cunt, moving his other hand to your clit, drawing vigorous circles into it as his fingers worked inside of you, not letting up on the spot that made your hips thrust into his hands, “...Such a desperate slut, it's sad… you know?” Levi asked you so casually, he was calm, cool, and collected, sharing an honest conversation with your upset cunt, ignoring you while you wailed above him like a baby.

“O-oh… oh my god… Le-vi… I’m cu-mming!” you hiccuped through your gagged mouth, words coming out wet as you pathetically tried to slurp up the spit that was dripping out of your mouth, a result of your lips being forcefully pried open for too long.

“What was that?” He asked your cunt this time, not you, never you, a student so desperate to please him and gain his approval would never receive his attention.

The unfamiliar feeling inside of you reached its boiling point, the kettle that brewed inside of you ready to pop. “Le-Levi!” You half-heartedly screamed through the silk fabric of his tie. Your thighs shook violently in his grasp as you felt yourself squirt, your liquids staining the fabric of Levi’s perfectly tailored baby blue button up. Your teary eyes looked down at his disapproving glare as he wiped his eyes with disgust.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve ruined my shirt, you filthy thing…” He pulled his fingers from inside of you and turned you around on the desk, grabbing your neck and pushing your hot cheeks down onto the cold maple top.

“Give me the fucking ruler…”

“N-no!” You begged, for you knew what would happen if you surrendered it to him, “Please!”

He brought you back up into his chest, choking you as he seethed into your ear, “If you don’t follow my instructions, I have no choice but to punish you.” Levi yanked the ruler out of your hands, examining the marks it left in your hands from you grasping it so hard.

“W-wait, please Levi… Please, I’ll be good! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please, please, please no!” You babbled mindlessly as you felt the cold whip of the ruler smack in your ass, you screamed as Levi pushed you back down into the desk. “One time for getting me dirty…” Lines of mascara stained your face as he brought the ruler down to your skin for a second time, “...and one for denying my orders.” You cried under his hold, thrashing like a fish out of water as he massaged the inflictions into your soft skin. He leaned down to mock you, “Are you gonna be good now? Hm, gonna be a good little mommy for me?” He swung your limp body up into his chest and carried you over to his desk, the strikes on your ass feeling hot against the cold wood. Levi pulls the gag out of your mouth, smirking as he watches you gasp for air, scooping saliva back into your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Y-yes Levi, I swear I’ll be good… I’ll be good for you, please,” you begged him.

“Please what?” His eyes searched for an answer in yours, but you were too deep into a fucked-out haze to even look at him. “Please what?” He growled, shaking your face with his hand, “Snap out of it and tell me what you want.”

“I- I want you to fuck me Levi.”

He landed a harsh blow to your cheek, “You what?”

“I said… I want you to fuck me Levi...” you moaned delirious and out of breath.

He holds your neck in his hands as your head bobbed around, nearly unconscious from how much he’s thrown you around, “You want me to fuck another baby into you? Give Y/D/N a little sister?” You lazily nodded your head, a devious grin forming on your face as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, beginning to submit to the role of Levi’s fucked-dumb subordinate. He smacked you a second time, eyes filled with lust as he watched your face jerk to the side, hair falling over your rebellious glare, “Then wake the fuck up and watch me undress.”

So you did, your body weakened from the orgasm he gave you minutes ago, you kept your tired eyes on Levi, feeling your arousal build inside you again as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. Every time you seemed to doze off, Levi would bring a hand to your cheek, and utter a demanding “Look at me.” Your eyes lusted after the painfully big erection that hid just underneath his briefs, your cheeks sore from his hand hitting your face relentlessly.

“Your eyes. On me. Now,” Levi demanded, sitting you down into his office chair.

He inched in close to your face as he leaned on top of you, his hands bracing themselves on the arms of the chair, “Don’t touch me. Don’t Beg. Just watch.”

Levi peeled his briefs down, your cunt leaking at the sight of his erection slapping up onto his abdomen. Levi brought his groin closer to your face, the cool lighting of the classroom reflecting off the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip. “Spit on it,” Levi ordered as he pushed your head to his cock. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you let a glob of saliva trail out of your lips onto his length, “That’s it… what a good mama you’re being for me.”

His hands began to stroke his length at a steady pace as he backed up into the chalkboard, putting himself on display for you. “Don’t touch yourself,” he snapped, catching you trail a sneaky hand down to your needy heat. You nodded slowly as you watched Levi’s stomach contract, abs shivering at the touch of his hand, “Fuck…” he drawled, opening his eyes to get himself off to the sight of you aroused before him, a good mother waiting to be bred by his aching cock.

“Take your bra off,” he whined, hand still working at his throbbing length. His eyes went dark as you freed your nipples from the tight fabric, breasts bouncing as you pulled your bra around your torso. “Lean back,” he walked up to you in his swivel chair and placed a knee between your thighs, right up against your aching cunt. “Hold your tits for me,” he demanded, watching your shaky hands grasp your heavy breasts in either hand. Levi leaned down and placed his cock in between them, putting his hands over yours and squeezing your breasts tight around his throbbing erection, “Look at me… hold them right there.” Your head lolled back as Levi began to move his cock in and out of your breasts, panting with every thrust up into the soft tissue of your tits.

“Fuck… Levi!” You cried, beginning to move your cunt against his knee. “You like this don’t you, you filthy thing? You like milking my cock with your tits like a good mother would, huh?” Levi smirked down at the look of pleasure on your face, euphoric as you moved your chest up and down against him.

Your eyes crossed at his words, thrusting your breasts around him harder, “Y-yes Levi… fuck, gimme your cum baby… fucking cum on my tits Levi!” Levi’s moans were guttural, crying out with every fuck up into you, you could tell he was close from the way his hands desperately grabbed at your hair, trying to find some balance.

“Fucking cum for me Levi… cum for mommy… give it to me, fuck!” Levi smirked as you played into his little role he’s created for you, the sound of you begging for his cum on your chest sent him over the edge, white hot ropes lacing across your breasts and in your mouth as you stuck your tongue out desperately for him.

“Shit baby… fuck, get up.”

Levi pulled your body up out of his chair and leaned you over onto his desk, aching to feel you wrapped around him. He pulled your panties down to your ankles and ran his cock up and down between your ass, teasing the entrance to your cunt every so often.

“Tell me what you want,” he teased, sinking his heavy chest onto your back as he wrapped an arm around your neck, the weight of his body on top of yours squishing you flat against the table, “Beg for it you fucking cumslut.”

“Oh! Fuck Levi… please, just fuck me okay?” You gasped for air.

“Tch, you can do better,” he coaxed you into submission while his hand squeezed around your neck, the light asphyxiation making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out of your mouth.

“Shit… god, okay okay! Fuck me Levi… fuck me so good that I walk out of here with another baby, I wanna feel you inside of me, leaking out of my worthless cunt, I wanna be your-

“Enough… don’t embarrass yourself,” he smacks your cheek lightly, before swiveling your head around so your mess of a face can meet his, for the first time tonight it felt like Levi would kiss you. His pressed his lips into yours and spoke, “‘M gonna fuck you so damn good… gonna put a baby right… here.” he growled as he prodded at the fat of your stomach. You two grinded your hips synchronously, swirling around in tiny circles together as Levi pressed his body into yours and rubbed his face into the side of your neck.

“Ngh.. Levi, now... please…”  You reached behind you to palm at his cock before his gentle facade snapped and twisted your arm into your back, “You don’t touch me,” he snarled, lining the tip of his cock up to your folds, playfully drawing shapes into your pussy. Levi inched himself inside of you, watching the way your body shuddered, begging him to move faster. Your face contorted in pain at the positioning of your arm before Levi grabbed hold of it and used it as anchor to start fucking into you. He started slow, savoring every second of you clenching around him, feeling your gummy walls contract and twist at the feel of his cock.

“Fuck… Levi, god…” Your body shuddered at the feeling of him inside of you, he snickered into your back as his thrusts grew faster, “Sweet of you to call me by both names but… I- prefer Levi…” he mocked you as he felt you tighten around him.

The classroom filled with a chorus of your moans, skin slapping skin, your eyebrows furrowed as it sunk in... you were being fucked by your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. A poster that read, “Reach for the stars Class 3H!” taunted you as you crossed your eyes in pleasure at the feeling that Mr. Ackerman was giving you. The mug that read “World’s best teacher,” wiggled on top of his desk as he thrusted into you, the sound of the ceramic jolting around on the hard surface echoed in your ears.

“Fuck… feels so good…” your voice strained, trying to take your mind off the fact that just feet away from you lay the “storytime” carpet your daughter spoke about, with a little city on it, tiny roads and cars decorating the coarse fabric.

“What? You finally fucking realize how dirty you are?” Levi said with a twisted sense of amusement as he watched your watery eyes scan the classroom.

“M’hm Levi… fuck, I’m such a dirty baby- oh!” Levi’s thrusts turned rigorous, the dirty words that slipped out of your mouth flipping a switch inside of him that turned him ravenous.

He grabs your neck and arches your back into his chest while pinning both of your arms behind you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Levi, Levi, please baby…  fu-ck!”  You rambled, barely intelligible, a fucked-out mess as Levi sped up inside of you, searching for his high.

Levi pinned you down as you squealed and thrashed, pushing you into his desk while he fucks his cum into you, “Fuck mommy, t-take it, take my fucking cum, fu-ck, shit!” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours, ramming into you repeatedly, waiting a few seconds inside of your plush cunt after every thrust, swirling his cock against your cervix to make sure every last drop of cum stayed inside of you.

“Shit… yes Levi… gimme a fucking baby… Yeah? You’re gonna gimme another fucking baby? Oh god!” You smack your palm against the table over and over, drawing blood as you bit into your lips to control the guttural orgasm you were having, whining like a little baby.

“Breathe,” Levi ushered, slapping a hand across your ass to wake you out of your euphoric trance. You gasped for air as you whimpered underneath him, “Oh my god… Mr. Ackerman… that was…”

“Tch, don’t call me that unless you want me to take you again against the window,” Levi was moving slowly in and out of you, coaxing you down from your intense high. “Such a good mommy for me,” he whispered as he massaged his hands into your asscheeks, pulling and kneading the soft skin while he fucked into you slowly. He ran his fingers through your hair before grasping it to pull you up from the desk.

“Dress yourself,” he mumbled, as he began to pull his briefs and trousers up his legs. You sat on his desk in a post- orgasmic haze, unable to process anything other than the fact that you wanted Levi’s cock inside of you again.

“Are you gonna spank me with the ruler if I don’t?” You teased, Levi groaned as he watched you spread your legs out on his desk to watch his cum slip out of your pussy, you pushed it out in waves of white.

“Shit… just fucking get dressed,” he was flustered watching you sit pretty on his desk, seeing what you looked like after he had finished with you, red marks all over your body and lashes from his ruler embedded into your skin.

“How many mothers have you fucked Mr. Ackerman?” you asked boldly as you pulled on your bra. He darted his gaze to you and squinted his eyes, silently telling you to back off.

“That’s enough Miss. Y/L/N,” he responded sternly, switching back into his teacher persona gracefully. You scoffed, so that’s the way it is then.

He walked you out of his classroom with his hand on the small of your back, back to old Mr. Ackerman, giving you a watchful glare as the hall monitor walked your daughter down the empty hallway to the classroom. Levi pinched your side as he whispered under his breath, “We never speak of this Miss. Y/L/N— Hi Y/D/N! Had fun at the gym?” He asked your daughter sweetly, changing his tone of voice as he ruffled her hair.

“Yeah Mr. Levi! Did you tell mommy that I’m good?”

Levi’s eyes bunched up as he smiled down at your little girl, he leaned down to her eye level and tapped a finger on her nose, making her squeal.

“Yes, I told mo- Miss. Y/L/N all about how good you are! Okay?” He quirked his head to the right as he beamed at your daughter.

“See mommy! I’m good!” She exuded as she wrapped her arms around Levi’s neck, tangling her fingers in his raven hair. You couldn’t lie, your heart flipped at the way he hugged her back, lifting her up and swinging her around.

“I’m proud of you baby, Mr. Levi said so many good things about you!” You gushed to your daughter, taking her hand in yours.

“I'll see you in class tomorrow, okay Y/D/N?” Levi said his goodbyes to you, watching you pull your daughter down the hallway. You tried awfully hard to put yourself back together, but Levi smirked at the way your hair stood up one side, or how your skirt rode up your ass, the raps from his ruler still scarred your palms.

“M’hm! Buh-bye Mr. Levi!” your daughter looked behind you and waved her hand back to her teacher, skipping down the hallway. You shuffled to get your car keys out of your bag, and watched the letters on the doors dwindle down as you made it to the exit at the end of the hallway.

“Nice meeting you, Miss. Y/L/N…”

You turned around, looking at him one last time, both of you giving each other knowing glares as two devious smirks spread across your cheeks.

“Yes… nice meeting your Mr. Acker- Levi.”

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[erenoir]

❥ summary: sweaty, messy sex with bf!aki

❥ warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, bulging, cigarette play, reader is a masochist, unrealistic depictions of sex, do not try at home

❥ featuring: aki hayakawa x f!reader

a/n: drabble bc my brain is rotting for him.

aki putting his cigarette out on your back as he fucks you from behind.

his hands grip at your waist, squeezing your skin between his fingers, leaving cherry red imprints of his palms on you. “fuck baby,” your moans were muffled as aki held your face down into the pillow.

his calloused fingertips traced a line down your spine before flipping the cigarette from between his middle and ring finger to his pointer and thumb, burning the stub into the small of your back, leaving a hot circle right next to the tattoo that read his name. he smirked to himself as he remembered the night you two drunkenly stick-and-poked your names onto one another, removing his hands from your body momentarily to reach for the pack of cigarettes that was hidden in the folds of his navy blue sheets.

he fucked into you mercilessly, thrusting with vigor and getting off on the sound of your ass clapping against his hips. not slowing down for a second, aki pulls a smoke from the weathered cardboard box and places it between his chapped lips. his eyes scan the bed for his lighter, thinking he had placed it next to him, he groans when he realizes it was all the way on his nightstand. he places a hand on your ass and steadies your shaking body, “shit, babe, could you get my lighter for me? it’s on the table.”

his thrusts slow down but he doesn’t pull himself from your cunt as you reached forward with a quivering hand, grabbing his lighter and reaching up over your back to hand it to him. “thanks,” he mumbles, taking the lighter and using one hand to strike it while the other cupped around the end of his cigarette, his hips speeding back up as he inhales deeply.

“ngh! aki p-please… harder,” you squealed as aki smacked your ass sharply, before massaging the red mark out with his fingertips.

“fucking hold on will you?” your fingers gripped the sheets as aki moved painstakingly slow, teasing you after selfishly demanding him around, couldn’t you see he was having a cigarette?

“flip over,” he growled down at you, helping you turn on your back, “wanna look at you while i cum,” he muttered messily, words stuttering as the cigarette hung out of his mouth. aki gripped your ankles with one hand and held your legs back to your chest, the other helping him take hits of his smoke. he sloppily aligned himself to your entrance, cunt glistening in the flashing lights of the tv that played the nighttime news.

“jesus you’re so fucking wet,” aki moaned as he plunged into you, your pussy fluttering with wet noises as he fucked you from a new angle, “i could fucking put my cig out on your cunt if i wanted to.”

your eyes crossed as you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over as he fucked down into you. his abs shimmered with beads of sweat, the raven hair that framed his face stuck to his forehead, his clammy hands slipping against your calves as he drilled into you. your body convulsed against his sheets, watching as you saw the tip of his cock lift your stomach ever so slightly.

“god! aki you’re so fucking deep,” you moaned in animalistic nature, growling in sexual frustration and agitated from the heat as you watched where his cock met your cunt. “i know baby,” he responded casually, almost finishing his second cigarette.

your toes curled as you watched aki take the cigarette butt out of his mouth, “where do you want me to put this?” aki teased, “shall i put it out on your tits? huh?” he grinned at your fucked out face, mouth hanging open and eyes squinted shut as you tried to absorb a single word he was saying.

“ah-ah-aki fuck! put it out right here,” you whispered as you brought a hand down to the top of your cunt, a few inches up from your clit, “burn it out on my fucking pussy,” you growled as you desperately kept eye contact with him. aki chuckled slyly at his needy baby, his pretty little ashtray. he took the cigarette bud and hovered it over your core, “right here?” he poked at you, he knew where you wanted it, he just wanted to make you wait.

“fuck! yes right there baby, put it out right there,” you pouted up at him with tears in your eyes, patting your pussy with your fingertips. your hands reached up at him feverishly, anything to get him to move faster.

“okay, okay!” aki laughed, stuffing you full with his length and holding himself there while he took the bud and twirled against the soft skin right above your core, “you’re mine right?” he asked gently.

you nodded frantically at him, your fingers working hard at your clit while he warmed his cock inside of you, “baby i’m gonna- ngh! please i’m gonna cum, please fuck me!” you screamed, reaching for the pillow under your head and holding it over your face, muffling your wild moans with it.

aki held your thighs to your shoulders as he moved quickly, vigorously inside of you. his breathing became messy as he rammed into your plush walls, cock twitching as he felt you tighten around him.

“b-baby take that fucking pillow off your face,” he moved his hands from your thighs to your wrists, holding them back so you couldn’t hide your twisted expression from him.

beads of sweat dripped from aki’s face down to yours as he breathed into your lips, getting the aftertaste from the cigarette smoke that lingered in his mouth. your head thrashed against the pillow as aki let out a series of guttural groans.

“i-i’m cumming baby please cum with me,” you whispered, hands lacing around aki’s neck and raking them through his long hair. aki thrusted into you slow and hard, filling you up with his hot seed as you clenched around him and came on his throbbing cock.

aki’s hands held your waist as he flipped down on the bed beside you, bringing you to lay on top of his chest. your fingers traced over the curve of his abs as you listen to his heartbeat steady. aki had one arm curled around your neck as he fumbled for a third cigarette, “light me up will you?” he wiggled the cigarette between his lips as your hands toyed with his lighter.

“can i have one?” you asked innocently, watching his facial features relax as a pocket of smoke slipped out his nostrils. he looked down at you and scoffed, his fingers tracing random shapes onto your shoulder blades, “no, are you kidding? this shit’ll kill you.”

[erenoir]

summer bummer

♡︎ genre: modern au, surfer/pool boy!eren, rich brat!reader, MDNI

♡︎ warnings: nsfw, 18+ content, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving,) choking, spanking, dumbification, spit, fingering, degradation, hair pulling, sub/praise kink!reader + dom!eren

♡︎ featuring: s4!eren jaeger x f!reader

♡︎ word count: 7k

you’re mommy n daddy’s only child, spoiled filthy to the core. you’ve never known a life where you didn’t get what you want. you have the house alone to yourself one day when you meet the new pool boy your parents hired. what you didn’t know was that it would be the uber hot surfer from your local beach, who’d caught you staring at him many times.

a/n: happy u.s. summer! here’s some hot n sweaty beach fantasy eren x reader for u all. this is my first time writing smut so i hope u enjoy ♡︎. also if u can listen to the song pls do bc umm.. it sets the scene perfectly.

“hey—

hello?!” you felt his hand come in contact with your tender cheek, lines of mascara competing to see which can roll down your face the farthest.

—did you hear me? i said suck it.”

3 hours earlier

“today’s forecast says it’s going to be a scolding 85 degrees fahrenheit in marley with sunny skies, with the rest of the week staying in the high 90s. so grab your loved ones and get down to the beach friends ‘cause this weekend is looking to be another hot one!”

you let out a groan as you turned off your tv, if there was one thing you hated about marley it was how hot the summers were. you did not like being sweaty, that was for sure. your mascara is never waterproof, your lipstick is never long-lasting, and no amount of hairspray keeps your hair from deflating. you slip out of bed and put your feet into your silk slippers as you decide what you’re gonna do today. what would it be? maybe you could convince jean to come over and take you out on your dad’s yacht, lord knows you didn’t know how to drive it. or you could invite sasha over to go tanning on the dock. you’re pretty sure your family’s chef niccolo has a crush on her anyway, maybe a bit of matchmaking today huh? he made a lovely eggplant caviar with tapenade. ugh, i have no interest in people today, you thought. you made your way down to the kitchen in your pajamas to see if niccolo could make you some french toast for breakfast when you see a note from your parents sitting on the counter.

hi honey bunny,

we didn’t want to wake you.

the brauns invited your father and i on their yacht today, they told us it just received some fabulous upgrades. we probably won’t be back until around 5 pm, niccolo won’t be in until 3 to start preparing dinner, we gave him the morning off. we left you one of our credit cards on the counter so you can cater yourself some breakfast from the restaurant. have a good morning hun.

love,

mommy + daddy

- also, the new pool boy we told you about will be in at around 11, so don’t be alarmed if you see someone unfamiliar around the house. xx

you sighed, although you enjoyed being alone, you did enjoy the solace of niccolo’s company. he wasn’t one to say much, but you liked that about him. sometimes he felt like your only friend in this huge mansion. most of your friends didn’t feel real, using you for your status and money, with the exception of sasha and jean, but even they barely came around. they say rich people have nothing to be sad about when money can buy you all the luxuries in the world, but money couldn’t buy you the attention you so desperately craved.

you called your mom’s catering company and ordered yourself eggs benedict with caviar and a side of turkey bacon to the main estate.

“alright, it’ll be around 30 minutes miss y/l/n.”

“okay, thank you.”

looks like it was gonna be another lonely day in the estate. you didn’t want to stay inside, so you settled for a nice morning by the pool, you could finally catch up on all those magazine subscriptions piling outside of your door.

your beautician had come over on monday to do you and your mother’s mani-pedis. you chose a nice cherry red for your nails and toes, so today you put on your deep red swimsuit to match. it has a deep v the ties up around your neck like a halter. your parents hated the thing, saying it exposed too much cleavage, but you couldn’t care less. you had used your very own credit card to buy it, so you thought you should be able to wear it whenever you want. you slipped on your jimmy choo flip flops and chanel sunnies and headed down to the pool. your vivian westwood pearl necklace bounced between your tits as you jogged down the steps, a natural frown coming onto your face when you remembered niccolo wasn’t here, expecting to see his face in the kitchen.

you smiled as you saw the lovely breakfast the restaurant prepared, and the glass of rosé they left next to it as a surprise. you sat down at your kitchen island to eat as you flipped through april’s issue of harper’s bazaar. the models on the cover looked happy, you wonder what their secrets were.

spreading your last piece of baguette with caviar, your ears perked up when you heard the buzzer to the main gate ring the main estate. you pressed your manicured finger on the button until you heard the familiar tone to begin speaking.

“hi this is y/n y/l/n. who’s here?”

“uhh… yeah this is eren.. jaeger.”

your heart dropped at the name, you could not believe it. shit.. you’ve got to be kidding me.

“i’m the new pool guy for your house, i think i have the right address. is this the… y/l/n residence?”

your heart felt tight, it’s like someone had taken a rock and shoved it in your chest. your body went numb, maybe it’s a different eren. no, you knew it wasn’t. marley wasn’t a very big town, it’s a coastal city that’s best known for its beach and it’s surfers—eren jaeger just happened to be one of the best. eren goes surfing on tuesday, thursday, and friday mornings, so you and sasha also went to the beach on tuesday, thursday, and friday mornings. you coincidentally, made sure you walked past his spot in your tiniest swimsuit every single time, you’re just a local that goes to the beach a lot is all. to say you had a crush on eren was an understatement, you were absolutely infatuated with him—but he definitely didn’t even know you existed despite your pathetic attempts at flirting. but this friday morning he wasn’t surfing, he was at your front gate.. about to clean your giant pool for god knows how many hours.

“uh.. hello? is anyone there?”

shit.. “u-um, yes, sorry about that yeah, let me just buzz you in.” you walked over to your front door where the buzzer to the main gate is and hesitantly pressed the button, moving like a sloth, hands shaking, face sweating. what do i do now? do i wait for him? do i show him to the pool? do i just act like he’s not here? no-fuck-wait.. god i hate this. no i have to show him where the pool is and where to get the cleaning supplies-maybe he already knows? no how would he already know y/n. okay you just need to relax and take a deep breath, he’s just a per-

“uh—hey..i’m eren.” the tall, brooding man sticks a hand out to you.

“how’d you get in here?” stupid introduction.. god you’re so dumb.

“mr. and mrs. y/l/n let me know where the spare key was so i could let myself in, just in case y/n wasn’t around.. would that be you?” his eyebrows purse together as he nods his chin in your direction.

“y-yeah that would be me.. hi. i’m y/n!” you put your hand in his and the way his hand suffocates yours in size makes your stomach flip. you see eren’s dark green eyes slowly rake themselves up and down your body when you immediately become self conscious. you were only in your red swimsuit, chanel sunnies sit atop your head, pushing your bangs back. you felt very.. exposed all of a sudden.

“do you.. need me to show you to the pool area?” you ask the sun kissed boy.

“yeah that would be great y/n,” the way your name rolled off of his tongue shook you to your deepest core. you wanted to hear him say it in more ways than one.

“okay, follow me.”

the walk to the pool was silent, the only noise heard were your jimmy choo flip flops hitting against the cold marble floor. eren stayed a few steps behind you, watching how your body swayed back and forth in your tight swimsuit. his eyes grazed down to your ass, and watched as it bounced with every step. he feels like he’s seen you before, he just can’t pinpoint from where. his stare was intense, you could feel his eyes burning into your back, but you pretended you didn’t notice, not bothering to look back at him. you reached the sliding doors to your patio and led him outside.

“so this the pool, the hot tub is farther towards to the back of the yard, if you keep waking towards the garden you’ll hit it.” you turned to see if he was keeping up, his eyes were intent on you, you felt heat rising to your cheeks and you turned around before he could notice.

“let me show you the pool house next.” you walk him over to your outdoor seating area and lead him behind that to a separate little house equipped with a bathroom, living area, and kitchen. you open the door and led him in.

“so this is the pool house, feel free to take your breaks in here, the kitchen is stocked with food and drinks if you’re hungry.” you opened the door to the tool closet, “this is where we keep all the supplies to clean the pool, if we’re out of anything call this number and maintenance will be over to bring you more.” you point to the contact sheet that’s beside all of the intercom systems throughout the estate. you looked up at him and gave him a warm smile, “so… yeah that should be everything.” you looked down at your feet. please say something.

“shit..” you hear eren whisper under his breath. you look up at him to ask what’s wrong. “sorry, it’s just.. your place is huge.”

“yeah, we get that a lot.. but if you need anything i’ll be sitting by the pool so..” you start to back out of the pool house, giving eren a small wave before letting him get started. he gave you one last smile as you left.

you were sat by the pool with an issue of vogue, you couldn’t believe low-waisted jeans were coming back in. your chanel sunnies sat low on your nose as you snacked on some fresh cherries, your mom had some ins with sasha’s family, they ran a family farm and grew the best produce in town. you stuck a cherry in your mouth, sucking on it for a little before spitting the pit into the napkin that was slowly being covered in cherry seeds. you were too enthralled in your reading to realize eren’s burning gaze on your lips, watching you from across the pool, every time you pulled a cherry stem out of your mouth, your lips were stained a bit redder than before. the way your lips moved around the fruit, back and forth sucking the pit dry.. he could only imagine you doing the same thing to his pretty little cock. you stuck your pinky in your mouth, sucking it dry from the cherry juice that was dripping down it. eren shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the lewd thoughts he was having about his clients’ daughter. he went back to pulling leaves out of the pool with the pool net when it was your turn to give him an affectionate gaze.

eren was tall, his stomach looked like it went on for ages, the sun hitting it just right to form lines of shadows that defined his abs. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was far too hot for that. he had his long hair tied back into a sloppy bun, baby hairs sticking to his sweaty forehead. his skin had been kissed by the sun a fair bit, the tan lines from surfing peaking out as his swim shorts hung low. his cheeks stained a perfect pink as you watched him lift his arm to wipe sweat off of his face. your eyes trailed down only to fixate on the large bulge forming under his swim shorts, your thighs instinctively rubbed themselves together, thoughts getting cloudy at the idea of you possibly turning him on. your lips salivated at the thought of eren having you. your eyes lingered for a little too long as you hear eren clear his throat, your eyes shooting up only to meet his already boring into you, he wore a smug smile on his face, like he knew exactly what was happening between your legs. you gave him a questioning look, acting completely innocent to the filthy thoughts that were ransacking both of your minds.

“i was gonna mention this earlier but.. you look really familiar,” eren poked at you, as he was working he remembered exactly who you were once he got a good look at you. you were the rich brat that fawned after him every time he was at the beach surfing.

it was like clockwork, just as he was getting out of the water, surfboard hugged close to his side, there you were with that brunette friend of yours. laughing loudly, tits bouncing in those tiny little swimsuits you wore, hardly being held up by the tiny straps tied behind your neck. you would flip your hair to one side of your head, exposing your soft, supple neck to eren as he shook the saltwater out of his hair. eren thought your desperate attempts at getting him to notice you were embarrassing, but damn did they work. you were basically part of his morning routine, he actually began to look forward to seeing you walk past him for twenty seconds of his day, though it felt like an eternity for the both of you. the way your hair blew in the morning breeze, perfectly glossed lips pretending to laugh at whatever your friend had said, you wanted him to look at you.

eren would excuse himself from his friends to go to his truck for a moment, saying he needed to get more wax for his board. but really he would hide himself away in his back seat with the tinted windows, peel off the upper half of his wetsuit, and play with his cock while he thought of your pretty face on your knees sucking him off like the good little brat you were. every tuesday, thursday, and friday morning, that’s where he would find himself.. jerking off to the thought of you, knees bruised, lips swollen, hair a mess from his hands, love bites all over your soft tits. eren’s hand moved faster, harder. “yeah kitten, just like that. cum on my co—oh!” white ropes shooting onto eren’s salty, sweaty stomach. beads of sweat rolling down his face as his eyes crossed in euphoria. that’s where eren knew you from. the beach girl, y/n y/l/n, the brat of his filthy little fantasies, he fucking wanted you.

your heart dropped at eren’s statement, you didn’t think he actually noticed you at the beach those mornings. you just thought you were acting a fool for nothing, he wouldn’t even so much as glance your way. you raised your magazine just above your cheeks so he couldn’t see the pools of red forming atop them. you pulled your chanel sunnies down the bridge of your nose and raised your eyes to get a good look at him.

“hmm.. no i don’t know if i’ve ever seen you before today. maybe i look like someone you know?” you little bitch, eren thought. how could you pretend to not know him, some brat you were. he’d have to teach you a lesson. he scoffed at your response, “yeah, okay.” you sensed a hint of annoyance in his voice, so he definitely saw you those mornings.

you were on your fourth magazine, now reading may’s issue of elle, when you checked your phone for the time. 12:30. eren had been working non-stop for almost two hours, maybe you should get him a drink. you closed your magazine and swung your legs over your lounge chair as you made your way around the pool to where he was submerged, scrubbing away at the walls. your breath hitched as he shook out his hair, once slicked back with water. he was so pretty.

“hey! i’m gonna go get a drink from the pool house.. do you want anything? you’ve been out here with nothing this whole time, don’t want you passing out on us.” look at you, trying to act like you cared, eren thought. he didn’t think you were capable of caring about anyone other than yourself and all of the material things you owned. he looked up at your body standing above him. your thighs looked soft, god how he wanted to shove his face between them. his eyes moved down to your feet, toes painted a perfect cherry red, you donned a gold anklet on your right leg. your legs were glossy with lotion and sweat, he wanted to lick wet stripes up them all the way to your—oh? what’s this? eren’s eyes focused in on the damp little spot between your legs, right at the crotch of your bright red swimsuit. he couldn’t help but smirk, was all this for him? was this what the mere thought of him did to you? his eyes darkened as you crossed your legs and cleared your throat.

“s-so? would you like anything?” your voice cracked towards the end of your question. eren let out a soft chuckle, as he pushed his long locks back, hair now fallen out of his bun, hair tie on his wrist. you let out a low groan as his biceps flexed slightly at the action.

“no i’m okay for right now, if i want anything i can just go get it myself right?” his eyes sparkled up at you, slightly squinting to keep some of the sun out. his words had a double meaning, he knew that, hell, you knew that. if eren wanted a drink, if he wanted you, he can just take it himself. you let out a deep breath through your nose, and crossed your arms over your chest as you smirked down at the boy.

you released your lower lip from your teeth’s grip, “yes, you can just get it yourself eren.” your voice sung his name like it was a form of worship. you turned on your heels and started making your way to the pool house, turning around to give eren a quick look over the shoulder, noticing his eyes were still fixed on you. you swayed your hips a little extra, follow me, please follow me. you craved attention, you were so lonely in this big house, you wanted to feel the touch of someone else. you heard the pool water splash, he got out, you smirked devilishly to yourself as you opened the door.

you were pouring ice into a glass, a can of cherry coke cracked open. you hummed a little tune to yourself when you heard the door of the pool house creak open slowly. before you know it eren was leaning on the counter next to you, arms crossed, hair back up in his usual bun, looking down at you. you kept your eyes on what you were doing, waiting for him to say something.

“is that for me?” he teased. you looked up at him with a fake-annoyed scowl, letting out an exaggerated little pout. god you were so fucking cute, eren’s cock hardening at the thought. he shifted his position to try to hide his growing length from you.

“well do you like cherry coke eren?” every time you said his name his jaw clenched a little harder.

“yeah, i like cherry coke.” his voice now more of a whisper, you looked up at him as you pushed the drink into his chest, telling him to take it. he took the drink, hand placed over yours on the glass, the two of you holding that position momentarily. you looked up at him, eyes hazy and filled with obvious lust. your hand mindlessly traced up his chest, drawing small circles on his skin as your hand fell to the necklace around his neck, lifting up the key pendant softly to get a good look at it. you felt eren’s breath hitch in his chest.

“i have to go to the bathroom, excuse me.” you looked up at him one last time, eyes begging him to follow you, and you slowly made your way to the bathroom, giving him time to think about your movements. you open the door to the small, hot pool house bathroom when you felt a strong grip hold you back by a piece of your swimsuit. yes, you thought.

you turn around to look at the man in front of you, eren’s chest moving up and down in heavy breaths, eyes dark with want, lips chapped and glistening from the amount of times he’s licked them.

“i thought i knew you from somewhere,” he moves in closer, closing the gap between your bodies, “you’re there.. at the beach.. every morning.. watching me surf.. yet you say you don’t know me.” his hand meets your waist and gives it a tight squeeze as the other grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“well i’m gonna make sure you know me.”

eren pushes you back into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you. you feel your walls crashing down as you wrap your arms around his neck. he hoists you up onto the sink and your wrap your legs around his waist, begging him to be closer to you. your lips crash together in a frenzy, moving fast and frantic. neither of you could ignore the tension any longer, about to give in to your darkest desires.

eren grabs a fistful of your hair in his hands and yanks your head back as you let out a small moan. “you like that huh? you like when i rough you up like you’re a little rag doll huh bitch?” your eyes roll back at his words. you grab his head and bring your foreheads together, looking deep into his eyes, “fucking wreck me like i’m your little rag doll eren.”

your eyes are only fixated on his in this moment, grinding your hips mindlessly into his as his grip on your hair tightens, tears pricking at your eyes. he yanks your head back again as you let out a little yelp, “yeah? you want me to wreck you? then show me a how a good doll sucks my fucking cock huh? can you suck my cock good?” you nod your head, already spitting on your hand to prepare to wrap it around his member. he smirks at your desperation, clearly understanding that he’s in control here. he pulls on your hair like it’s a leash as he yanks you off the counter and to the ground on your knees. your hands paw desperately at his swim shorts, wanting them off already. he smacked your hands off of him, “filthy bitch, you just can’t wait can you?”

he maintains his grip on your hair and looks down on you on your knees. smack! your head whips to the right as you let out a yelp.

“you haven’t even let me explain the rules yet.” he grabs your face and places a foot on one of your shoulders as your back pushes into the wall from the weight. he squeezes your mouth open, “say ahh.” your tongue instinctively hangs out of your mouth. eren chuckles, “that’s my good little puppy, panting on her knees for me.” you hear him chock up a wad of spit as it hangs down from his mouth to yours. catching it on your tongue, he closes your mouth and makes you swallow it.

“say thank you.”

“thank you eren!” you cry up to him. god, you were so fucking pretty, eren thought.

“first rule, you cum only when i tell you to.” you nod eagerly, eyes beaming up at him. he smiles down at you all cute and ready for him, “second rule, you do exactly as i say.” he grabs your red cheek and rubs his thumb across it softly, “last rule, you tap me twice if anything becomes too much for you.”

“is that good?”

“s good eren,” you reply, ready for whatever he wanted to give you. he grabs your faces and kisses it roughly, before pushing you back against the wall with his foot and landing a pretty little smack to the other side of your face.

“okay, now be a good little doll and suck my cock.”

your pussy throbbed at the sight of him, you loved being his little sex puppet. his eyes went from sparkling in the sunlight to dark and slicing into you. the muscles in his arm flexed as his grip on your hair tightened. his abs were moving up and down as he breathed deeply, you thought back to the countless times you saw him at the beach, wondering if a moment like this would ever happen. you were captivated by him, mouth watering at his towering physique.

currently, 12:55 pm

“hey—

hello?!” you felt his hand come in contact with your tender cheek, lines of mascara competing to see which can roll down your face the farthest.

—did you hear me? i said suck it.”

your eyes widened as you realized where you were. your hands worked to untie the elastic of his swim shorts and pull them down, releasing his thick cock and watching it smack his stomach. you immediately licked a thick stripe up his shaft, his hand pushing your head into him at the movement. you spat on your hand and mixed your saliva with his precum as you began to move your hand up and down his cock slowly, letting out little moans in the process. your hand held the base of his cock while the other played with his balls, eren’s thighs were shaking before you. god i want to make him feel like this forever. you let a fat glob of spit sink down from your mouth onto the tip of his cock as you slowly proceeded to wrap your lips around him.

“fuck y/n, that’s it girl,” eren’s words made you throb down to your core. you let your mouth sink down onto his cock until he reached the back of your throat, his hips jutted into you as you gagged. you came up for air, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to your bottom lip. he let out a loud moan at the sight. you take him again, this time moving your hand and your mouth in sync. up. down. up. down. as you milked his sweet cock, eren guided your head with his fingers tangled in your hair, speeding up a little bit more every time. you two found a rhythm, his hips jutting into you as you moved your mouth and hand in time, saliva coating your swollen lips and cheeks. you took the liberty to sink your mouth all the way down on his cock, the tip tickling the back of your throat again, your forehead against his stomach. your hands brace themselves on his thighs as you swirl your head around on him, his hands pushing your head into him, as his hips move against your face.

“take deep breaths doll, deep breaths,” eren whined out. you nodded as you looked up at him, mascara covering your cheeks, taking deep breaths through your nose. your moans are high pitched, you removed a hand from his hips and reach down to touch your clit through your swimsuit, hoping to ease the aching in your cunt in the slightest. eren was losing it at the sight of you like this. marley’s richest little brat at the mercy of his cock. completely unwinding, a cum and spit covered mess, choking on his length. he watched you desperate trying to feel something as you touched yourself with sloppy movements, his eyes rolled back and crossed at the sight.

“shit, i’m gonna cum baby,” eren pulls his cock out of your mouth, and starts to pump it hard and fast, ready to release his load on your pretty face. you let your tongue hang out of your mouth for him and look up at him with your doe eyes, hands working at your clit harder. eren cries out your name as you feel your cheeks warm up with his hot cum.

“shit, shit, c’mere, fucking come here baby,” he lifts you up by your hair and brings you close to him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you put yours around his neck. he kisses you hard, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, eyebrows pursed in concentration. you feel eren’s hands begin to work at the knot around your kneck, growing frustrated he ends up ripping it off you.

you gasp and your hand flys to the back of your neck, “ugh! that was gucci spring ‘18 eren!” your eyebrows knitted in anger at him. he chuckled slyly.

“tell your parents to tip me good and maybe i can buy you a new one then huh?” he peels the swimsuit off of you, your naked body fully exposed to him. he pushes you back up on the counter, his lips never detaching from yours. your legs instinctively open for him, moaning into his mouth. “fuck, eren please—

“please what you little bitch? demanding now are we?” he teased you.

“it’s my turn, touch me,” you whine. he lands a sharp smack on your ass and you yelp in pain. his hand squeezes your cheeks and you open your mouth for him again. “take it,” eren growls and spits on your tongue.

“patience is a virtue dolly, you don’t tell me what to do,” eren says as he plunges two fingers into your slick. your head rolls back and hits the mirror behind you, “fuck!” you wail.

eren shows no mercy as his fingers fuck you rough and fast, not losing the pace anytime soon. your hand reached down to his wrist and pushes his fingers further inside of you, your hips pushing up into him as you begin to grind yourself onto his hand.

“look at you, you needy little bitch. getting yourself off on my hand, so filthy,” you whine at his words. he spits on your cunt and brings his other hand down to rub fast circles on your clit. your eyes roll back and tears start to roll down your face as your breath stops in your throat. “ren! fuck i—oh fuck baby please, i’m gonna cum!” you look eren dead in the eyes, crying for him to let you cum, your grip on his wrist tightening as your body shakes uncontrollably. the spout of the sink is digging into your back but you. don’t. care. you’re only thinking about eren letting you cum. he takes his hand off of your clit and pushes your face into his, kissing you harshly. “yeah baby, go ahead, cum for me.”

“o—oh!” your body jolts in pleasure and your cunt tightens around him. your mind turns into mush, the only thing you can say are pieces of eren’s name. you’re a babbling mess underneath him, as his fingers fuck you through your high, his lips resting on your forehead as you regain your breathing. eren looks at you again, this time softly, asking you for reassurance. you smile at him and nod your head through your haze, letting him know you’re okay. he wastes no time lifting your legs onto his shoulders, turning your body into a folded pretzel on what little counter space you have. he starts pumping his cock in his hand, already hard after what he just watched. he looks at you again, when you grab his jaw and kiss him hard. eyes never leaving each other’s as you begged against his lips, “eren, fuck me.”

you feel his thick cock ram into your plush cunt, eyes squeezing shut and mouth dropping at the euphoric feeling. “so fucking tight doll,” eren mewls as you wrap your hands in his hair, his bun now falling down his back. he begins to slam in and out of you, the fast pace overwhelming both of you as the two of you desperately grabbed at each other’s bodies, just wanting to feel close in that moment. you’re absolutely losing your mind at the feeling, drooling at the mouth as eren licks the falling spit off your face.

“look at you, you dumb little slut, taking my cock so well like a good l-little doll.” eren’s thrusts didn’t lose speed as he hiccuped through his words, “you’re doing so good for me sweet girl, so f-ucking good for me my baby.” your pussy clenches at his words, his hair falling down and tickling your face as your cheeks flushed red. eren lands a nice smack to your face and grabs your cheeks to force you to look at him, “who do you belong to? who’s pussy is this?”

your thighs shake, legs around his neck pushing him further into you. “i-it’s yours baby, f-uck, this pussy is fucking yours eren. take it, take it fuck!” you’re a babbling mess underneath him, he takes your throat in his hands and lightly squeezes it, using it as an anchor to thrust into you harder. tears are streaming down your cheeks, lip gloss smeared across your lips, you’re a complete, whiny mess, drowning in pleasure. he closes the gap between you two and leans forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth, never losing an ounce of speed. your knees are folded against your shoulders, ass tilted upwards as eren thrusts down into you. your hair is sticking to your forehead with sweat, as you yank his head up from your breast to kiss him passionately. “i’m s-so c-close ‘ren,” he kisses the tears away from your eyes, taking in the sight before him.

your face is beat red and smeared with makeup, breasts bouncing with every thrust into you, your hands are gripped onto your thighs as you pull them back further into you, allowing eren to fill you up as far as he can. you look up at him desperately, mouthing the word “please” over and over again as you look up at him with tears in your eyes. he nods at you frantically whispering, “yes, yes, yes, i’m so close close doll, fuck.” both of you climbing your high, tangled together in the cramped bathroom. the mirror behind you is foggy, the imprint of eren’s hand slowly sliding down as he grabs your head and brings your foreheads together.

“yes, yes, yes, eren cum inside of me.. p-please cum inside of me,” you whisper into his lips. you wanted to feel every inch of him. eren’s eyes roll back at your words, tongue slipping out of his mouth, as he pants heavily, getting ready to release himself inside of you. “go ahead baby, cum for me,” eren whispers as your body jerks underneath him, stomach frantically moving up and down. you couldn’t take it anymore, foreheads still close together, you both cum in unison. you feel eren’s seed inside of you as you repeatedly slam the counter with your hand. “fuck, fuck, fuck! eren oh my god i feel you inside of me!” you scream as he rides out both of your highs. “o-oh my god y/n! fuck your cunt is so good, a-ah you did so good for me my sweet,” eren whispers sweet nothings into your ear, now becoming a babbling mess himself.

the two of you are caked in chlorine and sweat, covered in each other’s spit and cum, as eren slows his pace down. slowly pulling himself out of you, you both watch as his seed seeps out of your vagina. “fuck,” eren whispers, kneeling down and licking a fat stripe up your core, leaving the taste of you two mixed together in his mouth. your body jolts one last time at the sensation, as you try to regulate your staggered breathing. your eyes are closed tightly and your hands are still clenched in eren’s long hair as you try to calm yourself down. you feel eren kiss your forehead tenderly, running his hands back through your hair, trying to clean it up a bit.

“you okay?” eren asks softly. your eyes flutter open and land on his beautiful figure before you. he lowers your legs from his shoulders and lifts your body up to a comfortable sitting position on the counter. he takes the back of your head gently in his hands and places one soft kiss on your lips. “mm yeah i’m okay,” you whisper to him. your hands grab his wrists and bring both of his hands to your face, you kiss his knuckles as he says, “open,” one last time. you do as he says and he sticks his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, your lips closing around them, tongue twirling as you taste yourself on him. “you’re so pretty,” he says bluntly. your cheeks redden as you nuzzle your head into his neck.

the two of you are still in a haze as eren wipes you clean with a warm towel. “hm, i didn’t think you could be so sweet,” you tease. he looks up at you from his position on the ground, wiping in between your legs sweetly. “shut up,” he mumbles, expression turning into a scowl. you two had moved to the living room area of the pool house as you cleaned yourselves up.

you grabbed eren’s hair in your hands as you combed your fingers through his soft tresses, “hair tie,” you mumble.

“hm?”

“gimme your hair tie,” you open and close your hand a few times, beckoning him to give it to you. he places it in your hand as you comb his hair up into a bun, pulling some pieces from the front to frame his face. eren smiles at the sensation of someone other than himself doing his hair, “thanks,” he whispers under his breath, playing with his hands in his lap. “m’hm,” you hum in response.

“here,” he tosses his shirt at you, “—because your swim suit you know—

—yeah you ripped it,” you said with a straight face before breaking into a smirk.

“yeah.. i’ll get you a new one just like it. can’t promise it’ll be gucci though..”

“eren?” you ask.

“hm? what is it?” he says as he slips his swim shorts on. he looks down at you with a smug look.

“remember when i said i didn’t recognize you? i lied.. i knew it was you the minute you said your name over the intercom.”

“oh really? i never would have guessed!” he teased you as you roll your eyes and get up from your spot on the couch. you open the door to the pool house and hold it open for eren coming out behind you. you both squinted your eyes, putting a hand up to your face to block out some of the sun, neither of you had seen daylight for the past hour or so. you two looked a mess. as much as you tried to clean yourselves both yours and eren’s hair were tangled, greasy messes, your face was red and eren had scratch marks up and down his back. you were also in nothing but his shirt.

“try to leave quietly through the kitchen,” you whispered as you inched up to the sliding doors softly. eren nodded silently at you in response. it was only 2:30 so you were in the clear. you were the first to walk in the house when—

“hey sweetie! the brauns decided to bring the boat back in early! my god honey you look a mess!” your mother rushed up to you to begin prodding at your face. you quickly leaned up against the doorway in an attempt to hide eren who was crouched down behind you, waving your hand frantically behind you so only he could see, motioning him to just leave through the front and take the long way.

“haha! hi mommy! i-i know.. i went in the pool today and um.. yeah my hair didn’t dry properly. i was just coming into change into some proper clothes!”

“oh speaking of the pool.. that pool boy did an amazing job didn’t he? much cleaner than the last person we hired! did you get to speak to him hun was he nice?”

“o-oh!” eren squeezes your ass one more time before running off around the estate in nothing but his swim shorts, “h-he was actually very nice! i actually recognized him from somewhere before!”

“we should have him back shouldn’t we hun?” your mother gives your father a quick glance back, he hums mindlessly in agreement, too absorbed in his golf digest to listen. “what do you think sweetie?”

“oh yeah.. i mean he was just great!” really great. “cleaned every spot of the pool! we should definitely have him back!”

please have him back.

a/n: um besties what did we think?? i love pool boy surfer eren i think i will marry him.

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let go for me

geto shows up at your doorstep at 3 am, asking you to, “make him forget.”

❥ warnings: 18+ content, angst, handjob, nsfw

❥ word count: 600

❥ features an nsfw link at the end ✞

geto’s thoughts had consumed his mind, swallowing him whole, and he feared that he would lose himself soon. so he came to you at a random hour of the night, asking for you to keep him afloat. “please, make me fucking forget,” he begs you, he begs you to put your lips on his, to take that spark and turn it into a wildfire, and light up the darkness that overwhelmed him. his embrace felt cold, and he was begging you to make it warm, his arms enveloped you, pulling your head into his chest as he pushed you back into your apartment.

you felt him weep silently above you, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bathroom. his large stature leans up against the sink as you nudge his face with your nose, “m gonna make you feel better, okay baby?” all he could do was nod silently, his eyes were dark, welling with crystal tears, lips quivering as his hands trailed to your waist. running a warm shower for him, you looked back at him to see those empty eyes, begging to be filled with something, anything.

“c’mere,” you whispered and he lifted his arms up, allowing you to remove his shirt. he stripped you of your clothes, inhaling at the beauty of every soft curve of your body. “please, i-” his sentence got stuck in his throat. “what do you need baby,” you coax him, helping him through his words. “want you to take care of me,” he breaks, geto broke down in front of you, onyx hair falling into his eyes. you get in the shower first, taking that first step, reaching your hand out to him. your breath hitches as you watch him drop his pants, tall body slugging under the hot water.

he pushed your body against the cold tiles, and trapped you there, his lips kissing every inch of your collarbones before resting his head in the crook of your neck and allowing himself to cry again. he was comfortable with you, geto was comfortable with you and it scared him sometimes because he felt comfortable around very few people. but with you, one touch from your electric fingertips could bring him back to life.

and he moaned for you, he whimpered and mewled and sighed when your hand gently crawled down to his cock, begging for you to relieve the stress from his body. you spit on your hand while you rested your forehead on his damp chest, beginning to move your hand against his length. you peppered his chest with kisses while he breathed heavily, drops of water falling from his hair, lengthened and soaked with water, to your shoulders.

“please… feels so good baby,” he cried, stomach flexing as you pumped him faster. he put a hand under your chin and prompted you to look into his eyes, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips “yeah? let go for me,” you worked him to his orgasm, lips never leaving his, feeling his needy moans rip through your throat. “i-i’m cumming,” he panted, his hand gripped the wet wall above your head, knuckles turning white as he caressed your cheek with the other. “it’s okay geto, let go, okay? it’s okay to let go,” and with that he released, his cum dripping down your knuckles, pressing into him as you took his seed on your stomach.

his eyes that were squeezed shut gently opened to look at you, “i’m okay,” he assured you, “i’m okay.” you caressed his shoulders and turned him around gently, trailing your fingers down his back before running them up to his long hair, massaging his scalp and watching him purr. “and you’ll continue to be okay… okay?” you placed a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades and let the water hit you two, run over your bodies and consume you, drowning together.

♥︎ nsfw link ♡︎ enjoy lovelies ♥︎

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daddy's girl

toji gives his little baby her first tattoo.

❥ featuring: toji fushiguro x f!reader

❥ warnings: 18+ content, toji is extremely hot [watch your eyes,] needles, grinding, daddy kink, mentions of sex.

❥ a/n: this got taken down by stupid t*mblr, so i’m republishing it. it’s a fave of mine and i rlly want it on my masterlist so please enjoy all over again! <3

you and toji drunkenly giving each other half assed stick-and-pokes with sewing needles. you’re lying naked on the bed while his large hand squeezes your ass cheek as he pokes the needle over and over again into your plump skin. “stay still will you?” toji grunts, pushing you into the bed as you squirm underneath his touch, the repetitive pricking of the needle making you sore. “‘m trying toji!” you whine, your voice shrill but sweet on his ears as he listened to his baby squeal. “i’m almost done kitten,” he muttered in concentration. you looked back at your boyfriend and bit your lip in excitement, “what did you give me baby?” toji’s lips curled as he smirked at you, leaning down to place a wet kiss on your ass right next to the tattoo before spanking it lightly. the flash of toji’s phone camera made you squint, “keeping this for my personal files,” he teased, facing the phone screen to you. your eyes widened as you read the words “daddy’s girl,” permanently inked onto the most intimate part of you. you fucking loved toji, but you mentally cursed yourself for thinking he’d give you something cute. “now anyone else that tries to fuck you knows who you belong to, you’re my fucking girl right?” you lifted yourself up from your chest and rolled over to straddle toji’s lap, your bare cunt grinding against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. “i’m your fucking girl toji,” you whispered, licking a stripe up his lips as he smirked at you. toji gripped your ass and slapped a hand right on top of the fresh ink, massaging into it forcefully, earning a moan almost pornographic from your mouth. “uh-uh baby, let me ask again… who’s fucking girl are you?” he growled into your lips while moving your hips into his needy crotch. you pressed your breasts up against his chest, the fabric of his tight black t-shirt teasing your nipples. “i’m your girl daddy,” you corrected yourself, moving restlessly on toji’s lap. “that’s fucking right, your daddy’s little fucking girl,” toji groaned as he stuck four fingers into your mouth. your tongue bounced and swirled against his rough skin, he only removed them from you once he was satisfied with your work, rubbing the slick onto your sensitive tattoo slowly. “daddy’s girl,” he whispered into your neck, before flipping you back over and positioning himself behind you, he wanted the best view in the house while he fucked his pretty baby senseless.

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eren loves the shit out of your stretch marks.

❥ cw: nsfw, tummy bulging, cunnilingus, mdni

❥ a/n: it is 4 am.

thinking of eren tracing over your stretch marks with his hands. they made you a bit insecure, the shiny marks like vines on your breasts, lines swimming across your stomach. but eren absolutely loved them. he loved running his fingers over the ones that adorned the insides of your thighs while he ate you out, his tongue lazily lapping at your cunt while you shuddered underneath him. eren loved to lick stripes up your breasts, tracing your pretty tiger stripes up the soft skin to your sensitive buds, latching onto them slowly. while eren fucked you down into the bed his thumbs pressed into your hipbones, watching the way your stomach lifted ever so slightly as he pushed himself deep inside of you, the stretch marks that grazed your belly button moving with his pace, “my pretty little tummy,” he grunts as his thrusts grew sloppy. but eren’s favorite thing was when he flipped you over, pushing your face into the pillow and frantically palming at his cock, chasing his high as he released himself onto your ass. he loved watching ropes of his cum dribble down your cheeks to your cunt, seeing how the white lines followed the curvature of your stretch marks perfectly.

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# DRAKEN’S PLAYLIST

💿: ryūguji ken made a mixtape for you.

❥ what draken’s taste in music would be like + a playlist of his favorite songs at the end <3.

warnings: oral sex (f receiving,) fingering, weed.

up next: mitsuya’s mix

draken blasts his music from his motorcycle at 2 am, the sound of him revving the engine mixed with the deep bass of the songs echoing throughout the streets. you can hear him coming from down the block to pick you up, leaning up against his motorcycle in front of your house while waiting for you to come down the stairs. draken picks music that feels euphoric to him, he likes mostly hip hop and rock, stuff that he can just chill out to, smoke to, get out of his head to. but he also likes a lot of hype music, stuff that he can throw some jabs to, getting his anger out while he moves around a punching bag. this is the music that pushes at the walls of his bedroom, the neighbors on either side of his apartment banging at the walls as you two smoke a joint to his mix. slowly nodding his head to the rhythm while one hand rests on your thigh, his mind focused on blowing perfect rings of smoke from his mouth. this is what he plays when he invites everyone over for a party, you and all his friends cramped in a circle playing a game of suck & blow. of course he drops the card when he gets to you, placing a long kiss on your lips in front of his friends before he asks you, “wanna go to my room baby?”

this is what he plays when he’s going down on you while everyone’s just outside his door getting drunk and high. while he holds your thighs down with a joint hanging between two of his fingers, careful to keep it away from your skin. his tongue working softly at your clit, pushing your stomach down to the bed, removing his lips every so often to take a hit. “here baby,” he says lazily as he holds the joint up to your mouth, running his thumb up and down your folds while he watches you take a drag, smirking as the smoke leaves your nostrils. “draken! where’s the grinder?” mikey screams through the door, the bass from the music making it shake, “i’m fucking busy in here… go fucking look for it mikey!” he yells sternly before continuing to work at you, inserting two fingers and watching your body jolt. “hm? that feel good babe?” he teases, letting the joint rest between his teeth as he fingers you into an orgasm.

this is the music that plays as you curl your fingers around his chain, pulling on it and dragging his body into yours. his hands grip your waist and he turns you around so your back is facing his chest. with one arm wrapped around his neck and his hands sneaking around to your stomach, you push into each other, grinding back onto his clothed crotch, while your hips move in sync to the music. “fuck, you’re doing this on purpose,” he seethes seriously through gritted teeth, abruptly turning you back around and placing a heated kiss on your lips. you snake one leg around his waist as he grabs your thigh and pulls you flush against him. “uh-uh, we’re leaving, now,” he’s annoyed, he pushes through the sweaty bodies dancing, and he places you right on the back of his motorcycle, grabbing your jaw and squeezing your cheeks tight, “not nice to tease me like that, gonna make sure the entire neighborhood hears how much of a brat you are,” and he takes you back to your place for a second round, with this playing out the speakers of his motorcycle.

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nsfw warning bc im horny

imagiine eren and cb reader making out in the dressing room at like 3 am with eren's hand tightly around her neck. his other hand slowly goes inside her panties and rubs her clit, while reader is struggling to kiss back.

pls write smt abt this

good luck charm

❥ rockstar!eren rubs his good luck charm after the first show of his world tour, hoping the superstition he created for himself works yet again.

❥ warnings: nsfw, fingering, light choking.

a/n: i think is my first thirst from one of you guys and i’m screaming without the s… so i gave you a whole drabble in honor. pls enjoy. eren is soft for you in this. x

eren loves taking you in his dressing room, the thrill of not knowing who’s gonna walk in to the sight of him buried knuckles deep inside of you, your body writhing desperately underneath his touch... he adored every second of it.

“ngh… ‘ren… please baby, need more of you in me.”

it started off slow, with eren taking your lips in his, licking hungrily at the softness of the delicate skin, savoring every ounce of you. the clock ticked under the devil’s hour, and oh what sinful fun you were having on the vanity where he gets his stage makeup done. it was hours after the first show of his tour was over. the only people left in the building were his touring team, the janitors, and you two.

eren’s makeup was smeared across his face, the black eyeliner that hugged the waterlines of his jade eyes stained your cheeks as you locked lips. you feel the rough pads of his thumbs, calloused from strumming his guitar like he was a starved man, run across your bottom lip, wiping your red lipstick down to your chin.

“s’ fucking beautiful baby,” he whispered into your mouth, never quite able to get enough of your taste on his tongue. pierced lips began to kiss down your neck, suckling their way to your collarbone, long fingers with the tips painted black wrapping themselves right underneath your chin.

“that feel okay babe?” your head moved frantically, nodding up and down as you mumbled into the darkness of the room, the only thing illuminating your bodies was the light peaking out from the bathroom door.

“m’hm… feels good… squeeze me a little harder ‘ren.”

“mm, you like when i choke you like this?” you could feel him smirk as his lips pressed to your temples. you were breathless under his movements, completely enamored and obsessed with hold he had over you, you loved this man so fucking much.

“you’re my good luck charm… you know that?” eren chuckled, attaching his lips to yours, ears ringing at the way you gasped a little for air as he gently pressed his thumb against the center of your neck. “every time i make you cum in the dressing room of wherever i’m performing… i knock it out of the fucking park babe,” neither of you could see much of each other, but eren was so in tune with your body, he’s studied every inch of it, and he could pleasure you with his eyes closed.

“so ‘m gonna make you cum… okay?” his words echoed in the silent room though they were uttered for your ears and your ears only. your breath hitches in your chest as eren slips his other hand into your panties, the cold sensation of his rings on your heat made your stomach sing and your mouth hum with approval.

“make me cum eren… i’ll be your good luck charm i swear…” your fingers tangle in his hair, hooking one around his hair tie and letting his dark locks fall around his face. “you’re so pretty eren…” you moan breathlessly, quiet, and whining under the grip of his hand around your neck.

“i wanna kiss you… plea-oh!” eren connected his forehead to yours, rubbing small circles onto your clit, making sure his rings hit the right places every time. he had you like putty in his arms, secluded inside your own little corner of the world, darkness swallowing you two but your little light illuminated the path that lead you to each other.

“you’re my girl always, okay? since day one…” eren kissed you with such need, such desperation, not wanting to lose his good luck charm, the one that drove him home every time he got lost in a world of fame, money and corruption.

“m’hm… i’m your girl baby…” a wild smirk spread across your cheeks as he slid his hand up from your neck to cup your jaw, slipping a thumb into your mouth. you were his, and he was yours, and the world would have to throw a fucking apocalypse at you to tear you apart.

“now suck it and keep quiet okay? it’s just you ‘n me right now…” eren kissed your forehead, your muffled moans around his thumb soaked with your spit vibrated through his body. “‘m gonna make my girl feel good… my pretty good luck charm…” he blows lightly onto your forehead, cooling you down from the pleasure he was giving you, the circles on your clit tracing faster and faster.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good.”

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[erenoir]

pegging gojo. i just know his whines would be so sweet and kitten-like. high pitched and desperate for you to move faster inside him. his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he grinds his aching cock into the mattress. he’s not afraid to scream, panting your name just right with every thrust into him, his big hands gripping your soft, dainty sheets. yeah <3.

[gyomei-tiddies]

umm..me and who…?😳

❥ summary: sweaty, messy sex with bf!aki

❥ warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, bulging, cigarette play, reader is a masochist, unrealistic depictions of sex, do not try at home

❥ featuring: aki hayakawa x f!reader

a/n: drabble bc my brain is rotting for him.

aki putting his cigarette out on your back as he fucks you from behind.

his hands grip at your waist, squeezing your skin between his fingers, leaving cherry red imprints of his palms on you. “fuck baby,” your moans were muffled as aki held your face down into the pillow.

his calloused fingertips traced a line down your spine before flipping the cigarette from between his middle and ring finger to his pointer and thumb, burning the stub into the small of your back, leaving a hot circle right next to the tattoo that read his name. he smirked to himself as he remembered the night you two drunkenly stick-and-poked your names onto one another, removing his hands from your body momentarily to reach for the pack of cigarettes that was hidden in the folds of his navy blue sheets.

he fucked into you mercilessly, thrusting with vigor and getting off on the sound of your ass clapping against his hips. not slowing down for a second, aki pulls a smoke from the weathered cardboard box and places it between his chapped lips. his eyes scan the bed for his lighter, thinking he had placed it next to him, he groans when he realizes it was all the way on his nightstand. he places a hand on your ass and steadies your shaking body, “shit, babe, could you get my lighter for me? it’s on the table.”

his thrusts slow down but he doesn’t pull himself from your cunt as you reached forward with a quivering hand, grabbing his lighter and reaching up over your back to hand it to him. “thanks,” he mumbles, taking the lighter and using one hand to strike it while the other cupped around the end of his cigarette, his hips speeding back up as he inhales deeply.

“ngh! aki p-please… harder,” you squealed as aki smacked your ass sharply, before massaging the red mark out with his fingertips.

“fucking hold on will you?” your fingers gripped the sheets as aki moved painstakingly slow, teasing you after selfishly demanding him around, couldn’t you see he was having a cigarette?

“flip over,” he growled down at you, helping you turn on your back, “wanna look at you while i cum,” he muttered messily, words stuttering as the cigarette hung out of his mouth. aki gripped your ankles with one hand and held your legs back to your chest, the other helping him take hits of his smoke. he sloppily aligned himself to your entrance, cunt glistening in the flashing lights of the tv that played the nighttime news.

“jesus you’re so fucking wet,” aki moaned as he plunged into you, your pussy fluttering with wet noises as he fucked you from a new angle, “i could fucking put my cig out on your cunt if i wanted to.”

your eyes crossed as you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix over and over as he fucked down into you. his abs shimmered with beads of sweat, the raven hair that framed his face stuck to his forehead, his clammy hands slipping against your calves as he drilled into you. your body convulsed against his sheets, watching as you saw the tip of his cock lift your stomach ever so slightly.

“god! aki you’re so fucking deep,” you moaned in animalistic nature, growling in sexual frustration and agitated from the heat as you watched where his cock met your cunt. “i know baby,” he responded casually, almost finishing his second cigarette.

your toes curled as you watched aki take the cigarette butt out of his mouth, “where do you want me to put this?” aki teased, “shall i put it out on your tits? huh?” he grinned at your fucked out face, mouth hanging open and eyes squinted shut as you tried to absorb a single word he was saying.

“ah-ah-aki fuck! put it out right here,” you whispered as you brought a hand down to the top of your cunt, a few inches up from your clit, “burn it out on my fucking pussy,” you growled as you desperately kept eye contact with him. aki chuckled slyly at his needy baby, his pretty little ashtray. he took the cigarette bud and hovered it over your core, “right here?” he poked at you, he knew where you wanted it, he just wanted to make you wait.

“fuck! yes right there baby, put it out right there,” you pouted up at him with tears in your eyes, patting your pussy with your fingertips. your hands reached up at him feverishly, anything to get him to move faster.

“okay, okay!” aki laughed, stuffing you full with his length and holding himself there while he took the bud and twirled against the soft skin right above your core, “you’re mine right?” he asked gently.

you nodded frantically at him, your fingers working hard at your clit while he warmed his cock inside of you, “baby i’m gonna- ngh! please i’m gonna cum, please fuck me!” you screamed, reaching for the pillow under your head and holding it over your face, muffling your wild moans with it.

aki held your thighs to your shoulders as he moved quickly, vigorously inside of you. his breathing became messy as he rammed into your plush walls, cock twitching as he felt you tighten around him.

“b-baby take that fucking pillow off your face,” he moved his hands from your thighs to your wrists, holding them back so you couldn’t hide your twisted expression from him.

beads of sweat dripped from aki’s face down to yours as he breathed into your lips, getting the aftertaste from the cigarette smoke that lingered in his mouth. your head thrashed against the pillow as aki let out a series of guttural groans.

“i-i’m cumming baby please cum with me,” you whispered, hands lacing around aki’s neck and raking them through his long hair. aki thrusted into you slow and hard, filling you up with his hot seed as you clenched around him and came on his throbbing cock.

aki’s hands held your waist as he flipped down on the bed beside you, bringing you to lay on top of his chest. your fingers traced over the curve of his abs as you listen to his heartbeat steady. aki had one arm curled around your neck as he fumbled for a third cigarette, “light me up will you?” he wiggled the cigarette between his lips as your hands toyed with his lighter.

“can i have one?” you asked innocently, watching his facial features relax as a pocket of smoke slipped out his nostrils. he looked down at you and scoffed, his fingers tracing random shapes onto your shoulder blades, “no, are you kidding? this shit’ll kill you.”