Victoria Secret

Victoria Secret

A/n: For all my Geto lovers, i made sure the fucking was extra juicy. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Your secret indulgence? Buying lingerie. You've managed to keep this "hobby" under wraps until your worst nightmare, Geto Suguru, discovers your secret. Unexpectedly, he proposes a deal: he'll keep your secret, in exchange you help set up his friend Gojo with your roommate, and after that he will even buy you ten sets of your favorite lingerie. There’s just one catch—you have to model them for him. What could go wrong?

"W-what are you doing?" You manage to gasp but Geto just kisses the hollow of your throat. "Why? Do you want me to stop?" He murmurs against your skin. And you know you should say yes, but you shake your head. Like a fool. "Good girl."

Warnings: Teasing, praising, body worship, nipple play and sucking, soft-to-rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding

Word count: 5.5

Every Sunday, at precisely three in the afternoon, you sneak out of your apartment for what you call your "secret indulgence."

Your eyes gaze at the velvet-lined shelves, mentally dissecting the lace and silk items that sit on the red fabric. A familiar, gentle melody fills the boutique, playing overhead as soft light casts a warm glow on the meticulously displayed delicate fabrics. As you run your fingers over each fabric laid before you, you stop when you find one that feels like a whisper against your skin.

This one is perfect.

Carefully you hold the item up on either side, feeling the fabric between your index finger and thumb. Intricate floral patterns cover the lace material and you note the high-waisted cut and scalloped trim that would certainly flatter your figure. You hum in contentment. Yes, this piece of underwear will go perfectly with your collection.

Your "secret indulgence" you may ask? It is collecting lingerie.

Your indulgence was secret for a reason as well. Far too often people assumed that you collected lingerie for a boyfriend or even an audience, but it wasn't like that at all. In fact, it was the opposite, you collected lingerie for you. It wasn't like you never thought about trying it on for someone though, you just never seemed to have an opportunity too. Unlike many of your peers, you're not a social butterfly, never one to attend college parties or gatherings. Even your best friend Shoko has to drag you out of your room every once in a while. Yet, ever since you can remember, there's something about lingerie that captivates you—perhaps it's the delicate lace, the intricate patterns, or how damn good you looked in it. You were simply in love with it.

And up until now, you were pretty damn sure your indulgence was perfectly secret as well.

"Y/n! Just the person I needed to see."

Oh what the fuck.

Your steps halt instantly at the sound of the familiar voice, freezing you in place. You didn't want to look back, you didn't need to look back, you knew who was behind you. You purse your lips as a rush of thoughts floods your mind: Had he seen you leaving the boutique? He wasn't a fool; surely, he'd deduce that the two bags you were clutching came from somewhere significant nearby.

Shit shit shit. Fuck it.

With a nervous bite to the inside of your cheek, you slowly turned around, facing the tall man behind you.

"Geto." You dead pan. There’s a tightness around your mouth, the corners pulled down just enough to betray your displeasure. The usual spark in your eyes is conspicuously absent, replaced by a guarded, cool glare that clearly communicates your discomfort at this encounter.

Geto smiles and takes a few steps toward you. Your first instinct is to step back but you stay in place, taking in his appearance. He's wearing a black tank top today, one that clings to his well-defined muscles and shows off the tattoos covering his arms. He pairs this with casual grey sweatpants that hang loosely around his hips and of course, his long black hair is partially tied up in a man bun like it usually is, while the rest cascades down his back.

Of course he looks good.

Thin sharp black eyes scan you before landing on the two bags you are clutching. His smile grows. You know you're fucked. The last person you needed to uncover your secret.

"Enjoy your shopping?" He chuckles, nodding to the bags and you harshly bite your lip.

"Just some clothes for the summer" You respond dryly, making sure to be heard over the bustling people around you.

"Ah, you don't have to keep secrets from me." Geto chuckles and he gestures to the tattoo and piercing shop across the street. "You know I work there right? I see you go into the little shop every Sunday."

No. No, you did not know that.

You pause before speaking again. "Can I help you with something Geto?"

"Actually, yes you can. I need a favor."

"Favor?" Your eyebrows raise and you scoff. "What could I possibly help you with."

Geto smiles and takes another step forward. "I know we aren't friends, but Shoko is your best friend and she is also mine so I thought maybe we could benefit each other a bit."

You dont respond this time and he continues.

"My best friend, Gojo, im sure you know him."

You have to fight to hide the disgust on your face upon hearing the white-haired man's name. Of course, you knew Gojo, every one on campus knew Gojo, you specifically for the amount of girls he has "toyed" with.

"Yes, I know who the fuck Gojo is." You roll your eyes and you notice Geto has taken another step forward, effectively closing the distance between you two.

"Well, he is head over heels for your room mate-"

"Head over heels or just want to fuck her." You sarcastically snap back, cutting Geto off.

"Is there any difference these days?" he replies, a slight smirk playing at the edges of his lips, challenging the cynicism in your tone.

"And you want me to do what, exactly? Set her up with him? No way," you snap back, your voice rising slightly in indignation. "She's my friend, and I'm not some kind of matchmaker. Gojo can go screw himself."

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying at all," Geto quickly interjects, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm just asking you to let her know that he's available, that he likes her. Just make him out to be an option, you know? Your roommate can do whatever she wants with that information."

"Still, why would I want to do that?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion and frustration. The warmth of the afternoon seems to intensify the tension between you as Geto steps closer, diminishing the gap until he's just inches away.

"Because in exchange, I'll buy you anything you want," he offers, his voice low and persuasive.

"Um, what?" Your response comes out more as a reflex than anything else.

"Let me rephrase that," he continues, nodding slightly towards the bag of lingerie you're holding, which causes your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. "I’ll buy you what you really want."

"No," you retort firmly, feeling the discomfort rise.

"No?" He echoes, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Yes, no. Besides, I'm not strapped for cash. I can buy what I want whenever I want—"

"Didn't I tell you you don't have to lie to me?" Geto cuts in, his voice lowering a bit. "Please, I know how expensive that store is, and I'm not offering just one thing. Say, how about 10 sets from that store you love?" he declares, his eyes flashing with a mix of challenge and amusement.

"10? Can you even afford that?" you retort skeptically, your eyebrows arching in disbelief. This game of his was becoming more intriguing and absurd by the minute.

He leans back, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Oh, and I have to go shopping with you and see you try it on," he adds, as if the deal wasn’t provocative enough.

"Why the hell would you want to do that?" You feel the tips of your ears grow red and you scoff. The idea of Geto Suguru choosing lingerie for you sounds so personal sends a shiver down your spine.

"Because," he pauses, his gaze intense, "its not about buying you lingerie, Consider it… a test of trust, can't just give you hundred of my dollars and let you do whatever you want, I want to make sure you use the money the way our deal assures you will which is... buying lingerie."

You pause, absorbing his words, the heat of the afternoon sun pressing down on you, making the moment feel even more surreal. "Fine. We follow each other on Instagram, so I'll DM you when it's done. But like you said, it's up to her what she wants to do with that information."

"Alright by me. See you soon," he replies, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying note of finality.

As you turn away, walking down the busy street, your mind races with the absurdity of the conversation.

What the hell just happened?

Your fingers hesitated over the blue send button, poised to confirm the completion of your part of the unusual bargain.

Earlier, you had shared with your friend the prospect of a date with Gojo Satoru, carefully omitting the details of the deal behind it. As expected, she was ecstatic, thrilled by the idea despite Gojo's questionable reputation—a fact that gnawed at your conscience. But what could you do? The arrangement was already in motion. Now, it was time to let Geto know that you had held up your end of the agreement, and it was his turn to fulfill his promise.

You took a sharp breath through your nose and pressed down on the screen, watching as the word "delivered" appeared beneath your message in the chat. Just as you were about to set the phone aside and start getting ready for bed, it pinged with a new message. It was from Geto Suguru. Your heart raced as you read the simple words.

When do you want to meet?

The sun blazes down as you approach your favorite boutique, the heat making the pavement shimmer like a mirage. Despite the sweltering temperature, you've donned a big, baggy sweater over your shorts—a choice more about comfort and less about fashion, especially since you didn’t want this meeting to scream 'date'. It’s your casual armor, albeit a warm one on a day like today.

As you near the boutique, you spot Geto Suguru waiting by the entrance. He leans casually against the wall, dressed in some graphic t-shirt and black jeans, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. This time his hair is completely up in a man bun that shows off his black gauge earrings and hints of a tattoo on his back. The moment he sees you, his lips curve into a knowing smile, as if he can read your thoughts about the outfit.

"Hey," he greets, pushing off from the wall to stand upright. His voice is smooth, a calm contrast to the bustling street around you. "I was starting to think you were gonna bail."

"And miss a chance at free money? I think not." you quip. "Hope Gojo enjoyed his date by the way." Sarcasm drips from your words and Suguru chuckles.

"Probably not as much as I'm gonna enjoy this." he counters smoothly. "Come on," he says, gesturing towards the boutique's door. "We got some shopping to do."

The moment you walk through the boutique doors, cool air hits you in refreshing waves, making you sigh with relief. The boutique interior sparkles with delicate lighting and the gentle clinking of hangers, an ambiance you know and love all too well. You notice that the store is unusually quiet today, with no other customers around—just the shop owner standing by the cashier, who flashes you a small, welcoming smile as you enter. As you step further, your eyes lock onto a stunning pink lingerie set draped elegantly on a mannequin right by the entrance. Its intricate lace and delicate details shimmer under the boutique’s soft lighting, radiating an aura of both luxury and temptation. It's new, and most definitely pricy.

"You’re staring," Geto observes with a smirk, catching you in your admiring glance.

"I'm appreciating," you correct him, the corner of your lips twitching upwards. The price tag hanging from the mannequin does nothing to deter you; it's clearly on the pricier side, but today, Geto’s wallet is on the line. "And since you’re offering, I think I’ll indulge."

Geto's laughter fills the air, playful and unbothered. "I should’ve known you'd go for the gold. Well, it’s your day. Let’s make my pockets weep then," he says, gesturing grandly towards the set.

Who were you to deny him?

You dive into the racks, your fingers grazing over silks and satins, selecting the most exquisite pieces you lay your eyes on. One by one, you gather a collection of lingerie sets—each more lavish than the last. There’s a daring scarlet set that promises to captivate, a royal blue ensemble that speaks of deep oceans, and a classic black lace number that's timeless in its elegance. By the time you're done, nine luxurious sets accompany the initial pink one on the counter.

Geto watches with a mixture of admiration and apprehension as the pile grows, his eyebrows raising slightly at each new addition. But he doesn’t protest; instead, he engages in light banter with the shop owner, who carefully folds each set into sleek boutique bags.

As the total rings up—a sum that makes even the shop owner blink twice—you don’t look away from Geto's face, watching for any sign of regret or hesitation. None comes. He simply pulls out his black card, the smirk never leaving his lips as he hands it over.

The transaction goes through with a soft beep, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of victory as he signs the receipt. You reach out to grab the bags and head toward the door, already planning where each piece will go in your wardrobe, when Geto’s voice stops you.

"Where do you think you’re going? We still have the other part of the deal, remember?" he says with no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice.

Geto's reminder hangs in the air, the playful edge in his voice more pronounced now. As realization dawns on you, you let out a low groan, remembering the full scope of the deal. "Oh," you say, hesitance hanging from your voice. "Right, the 'trying on' part."

"Exactly," he grins broadly. "Come on, my car is parked outside."

"HAH! You think I'm going to your house?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

"Why not? Or can we go to yours?" he counters quickly, his grin turning into a challenging smirk.

You bite the side of your cheek. Your place was an absolute mess right now and you don't think you can handle Geto Surguru in your room. "Fine, yours it is," you finally concede.

The drive to Geto's place unfolds in a tense silence, your gaze fixed on the cityscape sliding past the car window. Your heart pounds with a mix of dread and nerves, the quiet amplifying the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. There had to be a way to get out of this. The idea of layering your clothes under the lingerie flickers through your mind, but you dismiss it almost instantly—Geto would see right through that. The thought of making a daring escape through a bathroom window doesn't seem entirely out of the question, though it feels more like a scene from a comedy than a realistic plan.

As you mull over these scenarios, you wonder about Geto's intentions. Was this all just a game to him, a way to tease you? He'd watched you choose each piece with care, so there was no question of you running off with his money. Was this some weird way he got off?

Your so into your thoughts that you dont even realize your at Geto's door.

"Welcome to my humble abode," He says through a grin as he swings upon the door. Rolling your eyes at his grandeur, you step inside, instantly taken by the loft's undeniable charm. The space is open and airy, with high ceilings and large, sunlit windows that overlook the bustling city below. Exposed brick walls add a touch of urban cool, while modern art pieces dot the walls, giving the place a curated yet lived-in feel.

"The bathroom is over there," Geto points nonchalantly towards a sleek, sliding door on the far side of the room. His tone is casual, as if inviting you to try on clothes was an everyday occurrence. He saunters over to a plush couch, settling in comfortably. "You can start whenever you're ready."

Feeling a flutter of nerves, you clutch the bag of lingerie a bit tighter. "You want me to—to try on all of them?" Your voice barely hides your anxiety.

"Nah, just two or three," he responds, his voice calm and nonchalant as he picks up a magazine from the coffee table.

With your heart pounding so loudly you're sure he can hear it, you make your way to the bathroom. The cool, modern aesthetics of the loft seem to blur as your mind races. Was this just a fucking joke to him?

As the door closes behind you, you set your bags down on the bathroom floor.

Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit.

You were going to die, this was it. You were going to die out of embarrassment because of god damn Geto Suguru. Your face burns a deep shade of red, heart racing as you lean against the cool, marble sink. Fuck, you're overwhelmed, your thoughts a tumultuous whirl, but you know you need to pull yourself together. Yes, the task is simple: pick two sets of lingerie, try them on, and get this ordeal over with. Just two sets, then you can leave. That's all.

Peeking through a slight crack in the bathroom door, you see Geto lounging effortlessly on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine as if he hasn't a care in the world. A quiet curse escapes your lips at his composure— god you hated him.

Turning back to the task at hand, you rummage through the bag containing the 10 pieces of lingerie. Each piece is stunningly beautiful, making the choice unexpectedly difficult. The last thing you wanted was to make it seem like you where trying to impress him. After a moment's hesitation, your hands settle on a set of black lace lingerie—bold but the plainest out of all of them.

Slipping into the black lace, you feel the fabric glide smoothly over your skin. The lace is intricate, delicate yet firm, offering a sensation that is both luxurious and comforting. As it settles into place, you notice how perfectly it cups your breasts, enhancing your natural shape without discomfort. The fabric molds to your body, sculpting your curves in a way that boosts your confidence, even in such a vulnerable moment.

Turning to face the mirror, you take a moment to really look at yourself. The lingerie accentuates your figure beautifully—your waist appears slimmer, your hips more pronounced. Yes, this was exactly what you loved about lingerie, how it made you look and more importantly how it made you feel. Despite the situation, you can't help but feel a surge of self-assurance. It's a small victory, but in this moment, it's enough to steady your nerves.

Now was the hard part.

Slowly you step out of the bathroom, your heart pounds fiercely in your chest, echoing in your ears. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, Geto's attention shifts from his magazine to you. He lays the magazine aside, his gaze instantly locking onto you. His eyes rake up and down your figure, taking in every detail of the black lace lingerie that clings to your curves.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Geto muses, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "If it isn't the bravest fashion model of our time."

"S-shut up," you stammer, trying to mask your discomfort with irritation. "Just remember, I'm only doing this because of the deal."

"Oh, and you're doing it magnificently, may I add. Who knew you hid such bold taste under that sweater."

"It's just underwear, don't read too much into it," you retort, your cheeks warming under his scrutiny.

"Turn for me," he commands softly. "I want to see the back."

"What?" you falter, caught off guard.

"Turn for me, I want to see behind," he repeats more firmly.

Fuck it.

Reluctantly, you turn, exposing the delicate lace detailing on the back.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself, his gaze lingering appreciatively on the design.

"What?" you ask, your voice wavering slightly—unsure if you're more startled by the compliment or by the intimacy of his tone.

"Nothing, baby," he responds, his hand dismissively waving as he looks away, pretending to refocus on something else in the room. "Go try on the next one."

You dont say anything, instead slipping back into the bathroom and rummaging through the bag. Your heart still thumps audibly in your chest, but now there's an undercurrent of excitement mixed with the nerves. The flutter in your chest isn't just from anxiety though; it's also from a burgeoning sense of empowerment. You realize that you have control over how you present yourself, a certain power over Sugruru.

After discarding the set you were wearing, you reach into the bag and pull out the pink set you splurged on earlier. The fabric is luxurious, with a hint of sheerness to the bra that would no doubt show your nipples. The underwear is equally bold, designed as a thong with delicate straps that loop around each thigh, highlighting the curves of your hips and legs.

As you slip into the pink lingerie, the fabric settles against your skin like a whispered secret. The sheer material of the bra makes you acutely aware of your own body, and as you adjust the straps around your thighs, the ensemble frames your form in a way that feels almost artistically deliberate.

Yes, just after this you would be done. So why not go out with a bang?

As you step out of the bathroom, the transformation in your demeanor is palpable. The delicate pink lingerie accentuates your confidence, which resonates with each step you take towards Geto. His eyes lift to meet yours, and the moment they travel down to take in the full view, his expression shifts dramatically to one of... shock? His usual composure falters, and he lets out a low, incredulous whistle.

"Jesus Christ," he breathes out.

You shift in place, playing with the silk hem of your underwear.

After a moment, he composes himself slightly and gestures towards him with a slight tilt of his head. "Come here," he says softly, his voice low and inviting.

You pause, the hesitation clear in your stance. The intensity in his gaze and the palpable tension in the air make your heart race even faster.

Seeing your reluctance, Geto's expression softens. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please," he adds, a hint of something more vulnerable in his tone this time.

The room seems to pulse with the silent energy between you as you take a tentative step forward, then another, drawn by the magnetic pull of his gaze. The air thickens with a charged mix of anticipation and desire as you finally stop just a breath away from him.

He looks up at you, standing up from his seat, his gaze intense yet tender. "You look incredible," he murmurs. You flinch when you feel his hand his finger trace your jaw and his other hand play with the hem of your lace underwear. He bends down, his lips just grazing your cheek, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine, making your entire body quiver. "If you want me to stop, say it now," he whispers. When you remain silent, he brushes his mouth against the hollow of your temple. "Or now." He traces the curve of your cheekbone. "Or now." His lips meet yours.

For a moment your so shocked that he kissed you, you don't do anything. It feels like you are having an out-of-body experience like you can't believe this as actually happening to you. Then in a matter of seconds, his lips move against yours and you melt. Suguru is gentle at first, then unyieldingly hard. You feel yourself falling —not just physically, but emotionally too. You open for him and his tongue snakes its way inside your mouth. His hands move from your face to your lower back as he pulls you toward him, closing whatever space was left between you. He pushes you against him as he deepens the kiss. One of his hands remains on your hip, while the other travels to cup your breasts.

"W-what are you doing?" You manage to gasp but Geto just kisses the hollow of your throat."

"Why? Do you want me to stop?" He mumbles against your skin. And you know you should say yes, but you shake your head. Like a fool.

"Good girl."

Without a warning, Geto sweeps you up in his arms with an ease that leaves you breathless, carrying you effortlessly across the room to his bed.

Geto stands over you, his eyes tracing the contours of your body splayed elegantly across his bed.

"Shit baby, you let anyone else see you like this?"

You thickly gulp and shake your head.

"Oh thank god." He murmurs, climbing over you to place light kisses along your neck, trailing down your chest. Each kiss is soft yet deliberate, sending a cascade of warmth through your entire body. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully immersed in the sensation.

"Your skin feels like silk," he murmurs.

"Did you steal that line from a hallmark card?" You crack.

"Nope just stating a fact." He skims the underside of your bra with his fingers. "Always watched you come out of the store, always wanted to see how you'd look in what you bought." He lifts his head to give you a wry look "You're so smooth and perfect you know that right?"

You let out a soft gasp when his lips find your nipple, pulling your lacy bra down so soft lips can evoke your nub.

"Oh god sugu-" He doesn’t let you get to the last consonant, his eager, hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples and sucking. His tongue flattens, rolling your peak and swirling around your areola, fast and rough until you’re whining. His ears go hot at the sounds you’re making, all desperate and needy.

"So beautiful, fuck your tits are so beautiful" He groans into your skin like it was cocaine. He then switches to your other breast, sucking and licking until he knows you will be sore. Jesus, your breasts feel so good in his mouth, so soft and sweet, why didn't he do this sooner? How much longer did he think he could maintain this facade of being your 'enemy' when all he truly desired was to have you underneath him?

You are squirming underneath him now, the stimulation of his wet tongue on your nipple is becoming unbearable and so was the growing heat between your legs. Your tits feel so good in his mouth, supple, sweet, far better than his imagination could ever conjure

"God, sugu-"

"Love it when you say my name." Suguru breaths between licks and you feel your stomach twist with.

"Sugu please" you manage to gasp, "please touch me please anything please-"

"Fuck you?" Suguru coos, and the words make warmth blossom from your core.

"Please." You breath.

And who was he to deny you?

Without much of a word he pulls your lace panties down to your ankles, making you instinctively hide your bare cunt with your hands, but he clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue and swats your fingers away. Then, as he stands over you, Suguru steps out of his black pants and pulls off his t-shirt. As you glimpse Suguru, you feel your breath get caught in your throat. His large, incredibly toned frame is a clear testament to rigorous workouts, and intricate tattoos weave across his skin, adding to the attraction.

You were no longer in the kiddie pool.

You are too immersed in his figure that you dont even notice he has lowered down his black boxers just enough so his long length springs out and slaps against his abdomen.

You thickly gulp.

"I dont think that will-" You stammer, the sheer size or his dick making your gut twist and turn. "I think it will hurt I dont think it will-" As you continue to stammer, searching for the right words, Geto cuts you off with a deep, consuming kiss that immediately shuts you up. When he finally pulls back, a confident smirk plays on his lips.

"It will, baby, it always does," he murmurs, his voice low and dark.

Geto positions himself atop you, his strong legs straddling either side of your body, anchoring him in place. He leans over you, the intensity of his gaze capturing yours as he methodically entwines his fingers with yours. With a firm but gentle grasp, he pins your hands down on either side of your body, his proximity reducing the world to the space between you. The warmth of his breath brushes against your face, his presence both overwhelming and exhilarating, as he holds you there under him, completely in control yet tender in his touch.

Before you can even get a word in, you gasp when you feel large pressure against your hole.

"Slowly baby," he hushes you before you can protest. "I'll go slowly."

Suguru's slow roll of hips hips into you is enough to make you scream. The way his dick parts your walls and fills every single inch of you makes your brain go hazy, especially when his tip smooshes against your cervix, sending blots of electricity throughout your body.

"Talk to me baby," Suguru murmurs, his voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt has on dick. "Want me to move?"

You're too lost in the hazy pleasure to form words, all you can do is nod, making Geto breathe out an air of what must be relief. His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted.

You feel like you are going insane from the pleasure. Your cries came silent from your throat, eyes screwed shut in complete bliss. Your body adjusted rather quickly to him, Suguru coaxing you to relax as he peppers kisses along your neck, sucking and biting your sensitive skin. And as you adjusted, your hips began to buck against him at their own pace, beckoning him to move faster.

Of course, Suguru doesn't miss this, and without missing a beat he speads up his thrusts, the pap pap pap of his skin against your echoing in your ears

"Shit, you feel so good baby." Geto practically whines. You don't know it, but he's starting to lose his grip, the overwhelming pleasure beginning to unravel his usual composure.

The delicious friction of his dick scrapping your walls has your heart pounding in your ears and your breath close to hyperventilating. Everything is too much too good all at once. The proximity of Geto's body is overwhelming, his warm skin against yours, his ragged breath hot against your neck. When you gaze into his face, the sight nearly makes you faint—his eyes scrunched shut, lost in euphoria, beads of sweat lining his black hairline. His mouth is slightly open, panting, a sight that makes your cunt flutter from excitement.

"Su-Suguru, so good you're fucking me so good." you babble and he can only groan in response. Your toes curled and uncurled as he continued to wreck your body with his completely brutal thrusts. The pain of him hitting the tip of your cervix nearly every time mixed with the kisses he peppered on your neck and lips was all enough to end you to heaven.

He knows you're close. And you know it too. The way Suguru is fucking you is truly a primal display of affection; him rutting into your cunt like an animal in heat and you frantically scratching and clawing at his back.

Thats when an idea hits you, no, a need overcomes you, You need Suguru, you need all of him, all of him inside you filling you up and making you his.

"Sugu cum in me please," you beg through a hoarse voice. "Fill me up please please please."

He’s been pressing kisses and biting into your shoulder, but you don’t miss the way he practically whines at your words.

"Course baby, course I will."

As if on cue, you feel your seize up and your mind go blank. It feels like your body is free falling into a euphoric grave, electric arrows of pleasure coursing through your sin and directly to your core.

"Oh shit" Suguru curses at the way your cunt clamps down on him and it isnt to long before he follows you, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into your belly. In a fluid motion without leaving your insides once, he picks you up so you are straddling him, and his bare chest is pressed against yours.

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs into your ear. And you can only sigh in response.

'I'll buy you 1000 more lingerie sets if we can do this again."

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۶ৎ 𝓡𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓙𝓪𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝔁 𝓪𝓯𝓪𝓫!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

CW: poly!marriage, oral [male and female], praise kink, brief mention of Reiner liking feet, group sex, double penetration, squirting, fingering, overstimulation, messy sex, spit kink, degradation, gagging, multiple creampies, cum eating, dirty talk, masturbation, just filthy shit really..

A/N: This is an edited and reuploaded fic I wrote months ago. I feel that my writing has improved since, and I like the opportunity to feel proud of everything that's on my page, so sometimes I go back and improve my older work. As always, if you have read this before, please feel free to not read it again, although you can if you'd like.

Word count: 5.6k

“Good morning, babygirl.” You hear Reiner's voice as the front door opens. He walks in carrying several bags on his arms just as you walk downstairs from the bedroom. He pauses, stepping aside, holding the door with his heel for Eren and Jean, your other husbands, who are following closely behind him.

“Mornin', princess.” Jean says leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking through the arched doorway to your left sitting the bags on the kitchen table.

“Morning, pretty girl.” Eren greets you lifting your chin with his index finger, planting a soft kiss on your lips before following Jean.

Reiner lets the door shut following the other two men to sit the bags down before coming back to you, grabbing your hips, and cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t get a kiss, baby?” he asks with a playful smirk playing across his lips.

“Gotta be first next time, papa. Wanna stand back there holding the door for everybody.” You tease with a cute, playful pout on your face as you shrug softly, looking up at him.

"Right, I'll just let it hit 'em next time, alright?" He jokes before he leans in planting a kiss on your lips.

“I love these pretty lips..” He mutters, bringing his hand up to lightly squish your cheeks making those glossy lips pucker before giving another soft kiss to you, sweet smile on your lips as you look up into his hazel eyes when he pulls away.

"My God, you're so pretty.." he softly praises before the moment is interrupted by the sound of Jean's annoyed voice.

“Yeah, yeah.. move Reiner so she can come look at her stuff.” He groans from across the room, leaning his shoulder against the wall with his arms crossed and you can't help but giggle as you look at him, a slight look of jealousy on his face. His look changes when he hears you laugh at him, and he gives you a soft smile in response.

You look up at Reiner, seeing him roll his eyes before letting his hands fall back to his sides, turning to walk to the wall next to Jean, leaning against it, as well.

You follow behind him taking a seat in Eren’s lap as he’s sitting in the chair, slouching a bit with his legs spread apart, brown hair falling to his shoulders and his hands come to your hips, rubbing them softly.

“Open that small red bag right there first, baby. I bought that one for you.” He says nodding his head towards the bag. You reach for it opening it only to find a beautiful diamond bracelet with the letter “E” hanging from it.

“This is so pretty, Eren. Thank you.” You say lifting the bracelet and moving it around slowly watching the diamonds sparkle in the light. He adjusts in the seat enough to bury his face into your neck after brushing your hair to the side, planting a kiss on your neck before mumbling against your skin.

“’m glad you like it.. pretty bracelet for a pretty girl.” You turn your head giving him a kiss.

“Thank you..” You say softly once again, running your fingers through his hair softly.

“Damn you couldn’t put a “J” and a “R” on it?” Jean jokes and Eren looks over at him.

“You couldn’t put no money on it?” He retorts and you shake your head.

“All y’all do is argue.” They both smile softly and Eren sits back in the chair once again as the three men watch you open the rest of the gifts, they spent all morning buying you. The bags are filled with jewelry, lingerie, bags, perfume and even candies and other small things they know you love.

“Thank you.” You say sweetly, moving around the room to give them all a hug and kiss. When you move to hug Jean, you lift your arms up around his neck and your ass shows a little out the bottom of that cute little pink dress you have on.

That’s when you feel Reiner move behind you, large hands gripping your ass and you smirk against Jean’s lips before turning your head to look up at him.

“Damn, she can’t have a moment with just me, huh?” Jean says in an almost playful tone as his lips break away from yours.

“Shit, she was mine first. Both of you seem to have forgotten that..” Reiner mutters as he leans down brushing his lips across your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands rubbing along your stomach softly before pulling you back into his chest.

“She’s so pretty you can’t help but want to fuck her, huh?” Jean says while you look up at him, lustful glint in your eyes as Reiner’s lips brush along your neck.

Eren stands up walking to stand in front of you next to Jean, hand coming up to caress your cheek causing you to look into those mesmerizing teal eyes of his before you turn your head just enough to slip his thumb into your mouth, forcing a soft groan from him and he licks his lips slightly.

“Mm.. damn right... looks like our pretty girl wants some attention. Don’t you baby?” Eren says and you nod in response before slipping his thumb out of your mouth, slowly.

“Mhmm.. I hate when you all leave at the same time.. somebody gotta start staying with me..” You say looking at them, Jean steps forward as his hands go to your hips just beneath Reiner’s hands.

“Aww. We weren’t gone for that long, princess, you’re just too spoiled.. but we can make it up to you baby doll.. would you like that?”

You nod once again, your heart beating a little quicker and you watch Eren reach in one of the bags pulling out some cute, lacy baby pink lingerie, pretty like white bows adorning it.

“Here, go put this on for us.. You know how much we love that color on you. I can’t wait to see you in it.” He says handing it to you. You give them a sweet smile before heading to the bedroom upstairs, changing into the lingerie in the bathroom.

They walk into the room after you, all chilling on the bed talking to one another before their conversation is interrupted by you walking back in, their heads turning to look at you when you come back into the room.

“Fuck..” You hear them all mutter in unison as their eyes scan your body in that lacy pink matching bra and thong set, pussy very much visible through that thin material. Your thighs are adorned by lacy white garter belts with a pretty little bow in the middle of the material as they hold up the thigh-high socks. Reiner’s focus on them doesn’t go unnoticed and you know it was the part of the outfit Reiner picked out just for himself.

“Come ‘ere.” Reiner says holding his hands out for you as he moves to the edge of the bed, legs spread apart just enough for you to stand between them.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest damn thing in the world..” Jean's voice comes out smooth and lustful as he sits back against the headboard, next to Eren. Both men are looking at you like they’re struggling to hold themselves back and you can’t help but notice that all of them are hard as fuck in their sweatpants while you stand there in front of Reiner.

His hands caress your sides, moving up to squeeze your breasts lightly before they trail back down, spinning you around in a circle, showing you off to the other men behind him.

You lift your hand, running your fingers into his hair lovingly, a smug grin on your face.

“Damn, everybody dick get hard just cause I come out in some lingerie, huh?”

“Can’t control that babygirl, not when you come out looking like that.. spin around again for me..” Eren says, voice full of want, of hunger. You do a cute little 360° for them again, ass jiggling as you spin, groans coming from the men giving you even more of a confidence boost.

Eren gets up from the bed, moving to stand behind you. “Fuck.. I wanted to tease you.. have a lil bit of fun first but.. now I just wanna eat some pussy.. swear it’s just callin’ to me, baby.”

He wraps his hands around you, fingers running down your stomach as his lips come down to your neck, nipping at your skin softly.

“So fuckin’ pretty..” He mumbles, heat from his breath brushing against your neck while his hand goes between your legs, long slender fingers brushing over your clothed pussy.

“She talkin’ bout us being hard like this pussy ain’t soakin’ wet already..” Reiner watches Eren's fingers press against your clit bringing his own hand up your inner thigh, fingers pulling the wet material to the side as Eren moves his finger for only a second before rubbing your bare clit slowly. Reiner pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy, causing your head to lean back against Eren.

“Mm. fuck..” a sweet, soft moan slips past your lips as your lips part just a little.

“Mmm.. there’s that pretty voice..” Jean coos as he watches them play with your pussy, sitting back with his arms crossed, smirk on his face as he listens to how wet you are while Reiner slowly drags his fingers in and out, scissoring them at times just to make the noise louder for the men to hear.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet. damn.. pussy’s sucking the hell outta my fingers..” Reiner groans before pulling his fingers out, holding them up over his shoulder where Jean can see them. His fingers glistening intensely in the dim lighting of the room, juices running down his hand, cream built up at his knuckles.

“Just look at our messy girl, Jean..” Reiner says turning his head just a little to look at Jean who begins to move forward until he gets close enough to Reiner’s fingers his eyes focused on yours as you look back into his, strands of his light brown hair falling in front of his eyes.

He runs his tongue along Reiner’s fingers, lips wrapping around them, cleaning up the mess you made before dragging his lips to the top and off, licking his lips.

“Mm.. pussy so damn good babygirl.. come lay down.. lemme get a better taste.”

Eren pulls his lips away from your neck, hand moving away from your clit causing you to let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and you move to the bed, lying on your back as you watch the men all stand up, each of them removing their clothes, dicks all standing at attention.

Eren’s pretty, pink tip is already leaking just from rubbing against your ass while he played with you.

Jean moves back to the bed first, hands moving up your legs slowly. His fingers hook into the garter belt on your thigh popping it against your skin softly before he speaks.

“Open your legs for me, baby.”  It doesn’t take but a second for you to open your legs, panties still pushed to the side of your soaked, leaking pussy. The view causes audible groans as all the men look at you.

“Mm fuckin’ look at that..” You hear Jean murmur before his fingers run down your pussy, fingers running between your lips to spread you open, pussy smacking softly as he does so.

Jean brings his head closer to your cunt, his eyes looking up at you for just a moment when he flicks his tongue over your clit, making your legs jump softly. He pulls his head back, looking down at your pussy before letting spit drip down from his lips, saliva running down your pussy. After watching it for a moment he decides to lay his hot tongue back flat, running it upwards, from your hole to your clit. A string of saliva connects your pussy and his tongue after his mouth pulls away from you, causing you to grip the pillow underneath your head as you whine.

“mmm.. Jean..” Your other hand reaches down to his hair, your fingers running into the strands as he goes back in starting to lap at your pussy hungrily.

Eren and Reiner both come over, sitting on the bed next to you, one on each side as their hands wrap around their dicks while they watch Jean eat you out. Deep groans coming from both of them.

“Fuck Jean.. lemme get in on that..” Eren groans moving down between your legs as well.

“Hold your legs up, princess.. keep ‘em spread wide for us, okay?” He says looking from your pussy to your eyes for a second. You grab the back of your thighs, Jean’s tongue not taking a break for even a second, his lips sucking your clit every few seconds as you pull your legs up, legs spreading wider as your pussy gets put even more on display and Eren nudges Jean.

“Don’t be so greedy.. let me have some too..” His words cause Jean to scoff before scooting over just enough for Eren to get between your legs too, tongue coming down, right next to Jean’s as they both lick at your pussy, tongues sliding along one another’s before Jean’s tongue presses into your clit. Eren’s lips kiss and suck on your inner thigh before his finger circles around your hole, finger sliding in easily while his mouth goes back down, eating you out with Jean once again.

“Mm..” You hear them moan as they both continue eating you out. Reiner’s hand runs down your stomach to your pussy, fingers slipping between your lips to spread your pussy open as the other two men push you closer to your orgasm.

“Ahh.. fuck.. that feels so good..” You whine out, eyelids growing heavy as your head tilts back into the pillow, grip on your thighs slipping.

“Mmm. You better not let those legs fall..” Eren growls against your pussy causing you to readjust your hands to hold your legs tighter.

“Shit.. you look so.. mm.. so fucking pretty..” Reiner groans, fingers from one hand still spreading your pussy open, the men’s saliva coating his fingers while the other strokes his thick cock, massaging the head before running back down to the base of his shaft.

“Mmm fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You whine out, legs trembling as the men continue lapping and slurping at your pussy like they haven’t eaten in weeks.

“Mmm cum baby.. give it to me.. make a fuckin’ mess for us..” Jean groans against your pussy between the licks he keeps giving you. Juices start to dribble out of your pussy onto their tongues.

“Mmm fuck, baby.. look at that pretty pussy leaking baby.. fuck I love when you make a mess..” Reiner groans, his voice causing you to squirt.

Jean sits up, hand coming to your clit. Eren follows his lead, sitting up only to shove his middle and index fingers into your pussy, juices spraying to your thighs as you cry out, back arching.

“Ouuu fuuckk.” You whine Reiner’s hand slows down before he lets go of his dick, standing up.

“Fuck, my turn.. I’m not waiting no more..” He groans as Jean and Eren move up to lie on either side of you, their hands running down to replace yours on your thighs as they hold your legs open for Reiner, their faces burying in your neck just as their tongues run along your skin.

“Fuck.. just look at this pussy.. so fuckin’ messy.. mmm.. just how I like it..” Reiner groans while stroking his dick before rubbing the head along your pussy, slowly popping the head of his dick inside before pulling back with a hiss.

“Fuck that pussy’s tight baby.. no matter how many times I fuck you, she just never gets used to me, huh? Gotta open up and let me in darlin’..” He pushes back in slow, watching the thickness of his dick stretch your pussy around him, pussy swallowing every inch of him little by little.

“Fuuckk.. that's it.. good girl” He groans, jaw going slack as he starts thrusting deep and slow.

“Mmm damn.. I can hear how wet that pussy is pretty girl..” Eren groans against your neck before running his tongue up to your earlobe. His hand grips tighter on your leg, continuing to spread you open for Reiner who’s hand presses against your lower tummy as he fucks you a little bit faster feeling the bulge from his dick.

“Shit.. feel that..” he groans talking to the other two men who bring their hands up to feel his dick bulging through your belly.

“Mmm. You love getting fucked, huh?” Jean speaks softly against your neck causing you to nod your head.

“Mmm.. uh huh… feels so good..” You moan, pussy gripping and creaming on Reiner’s dick before he pulls out, standing up from the bed.

“Fuck.. c’mere princess..” He says, breathing somewhat heavily as he motions for you to come stand in front of him, which you do.

Once you get in front of him his hands move up to your bra taking it off, taking this opportunity to rip the panties off too, tossing both of the pieces of fabric to the side.

“Rei.. you just bought those..” You whine as his hands wrap around you gripping your ass tight.

“Fuck em.. I’ll buy you twenty more princess.. promise.” He says before picking you up with ease. Your legs wrap around his hips as he sinks you back down on his dick his hands moving from your ass to your thighs holding you up as he bounces you up and down. The position lets you feel him deep, your hand brushing his biceps, feeling the large muscle flex every time he moves you.

After a moment he lets one of your legs drop back to the ground, the other being held up over his forearm as he keeps fucking up into you. You grip his bicep tight, your other hand on his shoulder as you feel your juices rush down your leg, wetting up the garter belt and the socks Reiner got you.

“Nggh fuck..” You let out a whimpering moan, feeling Eren come up behind you, spitting on his fingers before running them over your asshole, wetting you up for him before he positions his dick pushing up into you slowly, stretching the tight hole around him.

“Fuck!” You cry out, head falling back against his chest as they both fuck up into you. One of Eren’s hands grip your hip while the other grips at your neck turning your head just enough to look at him, your lips are parted, eyebrows furrowed slightly, with pleasure filling your eyes as they look up into his. His gaze filled with a feral lust as he groans.

“Fuckk.. Open..” He moves his hand up to your jaw gripping it tight causing your plump lips to part.

“Ugh shit.. stick your tongue out for me, babygirl..” He growls watching you stick your tongue out, mouth open before he spits into your mouth, hand moving back down to grip your throat again.

“Such a good fucking girl.. fuck you feel good..swear I’m bout to cum already.” He groans, voice breaking into a slight whimper towards the end. His eyes are still looking into yours, your gaze stuck on his as your breath is caught in your throat before he lets go, soft gasp escaping your mouth, followed by soft moans.

“Look at me, baby..” Reiner says in a deep soft voice causing you to turn your head to look up at him, your hand gripping his bicep firmly, fucked out expression on your face as your moan struggle to even come out anymore, your breaths just coming out in short, soft gasps.

“So pretty..” He groans as you look into each other’s eyes. They both start to thrust harder, breathing getting heavier as Eren’s hand tightens around your throat as Reiner leans in pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. Juices continue running down your thighs as you get closer to cumming once again.

“F-fuuckk.. this pussy’s too good, baby..” Reiner groans out just before he shoots his cum into you, causing you to cum again as well.

“Fuuckk.. oh my.. ahh.” You whine out, head falling back onto Eren once again.

“Fuck!” Reiner moans, eyes still focused on yours as his lips part and he continue fucking his cum up into you before they both pull out, cum immediately rushing out of your pussy.

“Mm fuck.. bout time..” You hear Jean groan from the bed, fist slowly pumping his dick.

“Come let me get some of that too princess, been waitin’ too long.. ‘m so fuckin’ hard, it hurts..” He says patting his lap and he lies back on the bed.

You crawl onto the bed, feet planted into the mattress on either side of his thighs, legs bent at the knees as your back faces him, your hands reach back onto the mattress to balance yourself, as you lean back some, pussy hovering above his dick. You push yourself down onto him slowly as he grabs your hips, your head falling back as you do.

“Fuck Jean..”

“Mm that’s right. Sit on my dick, pretty girl..” He mumbles while you sink down on him, Reiner’s cum gushing out around him, running down his balls as you start to move slowly, his hands grip your hips tight as you sink all the way down to the base of his dick, ass pressing into his pelvis.

That’s when you see Eren move towards you, getting onto the bed between both you and Jean’s legs, eyes focused on Jean’s dick slipping in and out of your pussy and on the cum pooling at the base of his dick. He leans down, tongue running over Jean’s balls before running up over your pussy, collecting Reiner’s cum on his tongue.

“Fuck, Jaeger..” Jean hisses. Eren smirks, swallowing Reiner’s cum before using his fingers to play with your clit while Jean fucks up into you. He runs his finger down, sliding it inside with Jean's dick. His finger drags along the protruding vein in Jean’s dick as he’s buried inside your soaked pussy. Jean’s jaw clenches tight, a low growl coming from his throat.

“Fuck.. Eren.” You moan aloud, looking down at him.

“Mmm fuck I love this pussy so much..” Eren groans pulling his finger out, sucking it into his mouth before sucking your clit gently causing your pussy to clench around Jean.

“Uggh shit..” Jean spits in a groan, strands of his brown hair falling in front of his face. Soon enough your arms grow tired from holding yourself up and you decide to get on all fours, Jean moving behind you, wasting no time sliding back in.

“Mmm.. pussy’s so loud.. pretty ass pussy.. I swear.. fuck.. I swear..” Jean groans as his hand plants on your lower back as your chest pushes into the mattress, back arching before you feel Reiner’s large hand come down on your ass hard, causing your grip on the sheets to tighten and making you let out a pathetic whimper, body jerking forward slightly.

“Fuck. Throw it back for him baby.. bounce that ass.” Reiner groans watching Jean fuck you, pussy squelching loudly and you start bouncing your ass back on him causing his mouth to hang open slightly, Reiner’s hand caressing your ass while the other strokes his dick.

“That’s it.. Good fucking girl.. making him feel so good. You feel good, don’t you, Jean?” He asks, leading Jean to nod his head, unable to speak as he watches your pussy quickly sliding on and off his dick.

“Mmm fuck.. ahh..” Jean’s voice is soft, desperate and you can tell he's enjoying himself, dick bruising your cervix when he starts to push forward matching your movements. Reiner’s hand runs over your stomach, feeling Jean’s bulge just as they had done with him earlier.

“Fuck Jean.. you’re so deep in it..” Reiner hisses before moving to stand in front of you with Eren. And you lift your upper body from the mattress, hands planting on the bed to hold you up while you look up at them.

“Mmm.. fuck.. I.. mmm wanna suck your dick....” You force out past your moans. Eren’s hand comes up to your cheek.

“Suck who's dick, baby doll?”

“Mm.. b-both.. want both..” You moan as Jean continues fucking you, his large hands planted on your ass, thumbs spreading you open as he lets spit fall from his mouth onto your asshole, spit running down to your pussy, making you even wetter for him.

“Mmm fuck.. pussy’s so fucking nasty.. so loud..” He grunts and Eren moves to the bathroom for just a moment to wash off really quick (since he was just fucking you in the ass) before coming back.

Eren moves closer to you, standing at the foot of the bed and your hand comes up wrapping around his dick before you drag your tongue over the pink tip and  slide him into your mouth, dick reaching the back of your throat as you pull back with a soft slurp before pushing your mouth back down, saliva dripping from your lips.

“Fuck.. that’s it.. you know I love that shit sloppy.. give that shit t’me baby.” Eren groans, hand planting on top of your head as you take him back into your mouth, gagging as his dick hits your throat repeatedly, saliva continuously falling from your lips, running down your chin to drip onto the bedsheets.

“Ohhh.. just like that.. suck that dick baby.. fuck.. that’s right.. get nasty with it.. wanna see you act like a lil slut for me.” He groans, head tilting back as you continue sucking his dick, tongue laying flat against his shaft as your push your head forward only to pull it back over and over again, mouth squelching damn near as much as your pussy, cream and juices running down your thighs as Jean gets closer and closer to his orgasm.

Eren starts thrusting his hips forward, fucking into your mouth, causing you to gag repeatedly, throat sure to be sore later on.

“Mm fuck.. good girl..” Eren groans, dick slipping back and forth between your lips as your eyes fill with tears while he fucks your mouth. Jean’s hands grip your ass hard as he watches his dick slipping in and out of you. His thrusts growing sloppy, his breathing heavy and deep.

“Fuck.. pussy feels so good.. fuck that feels good..” He groans, hands moving up along your back softly as he keeps moaning.

“Alright Jaeger.. my turn.” Reiner says stepping closer to you, fist stroking his dick as he becomes impatient. Eren groans before pulling himself from between your lips, spit stringing and running down your chin as he does, your breathing heavy as you look up at Reiner, tears running down you cheeks as those pretty lips stay parted, eyes a bit tired but you open your mouth wider for him, tongue hanging out and he puts his hand on top of your head, thumb caressing your forehead.

“God.. you are just so fucking pretty.. especially when you look at me like that. I swear I’ll never get enough of you.” He praises softly before lining his dick up with your mouth. His dick is thicker than Eren’s, so it causes a bit more strain on your jaw as he pulls back just to buck his hips back forward.

“Fuck, baby..” He groans and Jean’s breathing gets heavy enough to catch your attention, his thrusts slow and uneven, hips jerking forward as he cups your ass tight, filling your pussy up so much it gushes out before he can even pull out all the way and all you can hear is a slew of grunts and curses coming from his mouth as he pulls another orgasm from you.

Your legs tremble as you whine with a mouth full of Reiner's dick, thighs drenched in all the fluids before Jean pulls out with a moan.

“Fuck girl..” He sighs laying back on the bed as your hips drop back down to the bed and he watches his cum drip out of you, making a large wet spot on the sheets. Reiner's hand moves up to caress your cheeks as you move your head back and forth, slurping and swirling your tongue around the head of his dick.

“Shit.. babygirl..” He groans, eyes focused on your lips as you drag your mouth off his dick, sticking your tongue out as you look at him and he grabs his dick, slapping it against your tongue before you flick your tongue over the head, the sensation causing him to cum in your mouth, a little but of it splashes against your cheek and he uses his finger to clean it off, sticking that same finger into your mouth to let your clean it off. You immediately swallow and he grips your jaw tight forcing you to look up at him.

“Open.” You let your mouth open once again, sticking your tongue out showing him you swallowed every last bit of it.

“Mm.. that’s my good girl.” He says giving you a light pat on the cheek.

Eren smirks, realizing it’s finally his turn to fuck you as he steps in front of you in place of Reiner, finger going under your chin to lift your head, your expression shows you’re completely fucked out, almost as if there isn’t a single thought behind your eyes other than pleasure. You looked so tired, they guaranteed that if they would let you, you could fall asleep within the next 10 minutes. For some reason though, seeing you so tired only made them want to fuck you more, make you cum even more until you were crying and begging them to stop, telling them you couldn’t take anymore.

“Mm.. love fuckin’ her when she gets like this..go lay down for me sugar, open those legs for me.” You move sluggishly to lie back on the bed, limbs feeling weak, but you manage to open your legs for him letting him get between them. He leans down letting his spit build up on his tongue before laying it flat against your pussy running it upwards before sinking his fingers into you. Once he pulls out his soaked fingers he brings them up to your lips, slipping his fingers deep into your mouth as he pushes his dick inside quickly.

“Mmph!” You whimper aloud as his hips snap forward causing him to chuckle before he pulls his fingers from your mouth, hand running down your body.

“Fuck, she can barely take it.” Jean smirks as he watches Eren fuck you, gripping your jaw to turn your head to him.

“I mean damn.. just look at the look on her face..” He says leaning in to kiss you, tongue sliding into your mouth meeting yours as you both kiss sloppily, your mind hardly even able to calculate your movements as you whine and moan.

Eren’s hands push against the back of your thighs, making your legs bend at the knees as he holds them up and open wide while he fucks you. One hand moves to lay against your body as his thumb rubs your clit.

Reiner comes over to the other side of you pulling your face away from Jean’s lips and pressing his lips against yours, sucking your bottom lip softly in the middle of the sloppy make out. Your eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed as Eren’s movement pick up and you whine against Reiner's lips.

“Mmm fuckk.. Eren..” your voice sounds so weak as you mutter against Reiner’s lips but to them it’s so sexy and your back arches slightly.

Jean and Reiner move down your body to lick and suck gently on your nipples, the sensations given to you from the three men causing your head to tilt back, eyes rolling back softly, moans growing louder as your legs start to tremble.

“Mm fuck.. she’s so close..” Eren growls.. “Pussy grippin’ the fuck outta me..fuck.. better make it nasty for me.. I know you got one more in there.. fuck, one more just for me..” He moans, hands gripping your hips as he slows down once again, intensifying the feeling before your walls clamp around him tight, pussy squirting on him and the sheets below, Reiner and Jean lift their heads to watch.

“Fuck! Y/n!” Eren exclaims, pushing your thighs further apart as he keeps fucking you, pussy repeatedly spraying on him every time he drags his dick back slow before his hips snap forward hot cum spraying against your walls before he pulls out, cum leaking from your hole as you try to get your breathing under control. The three men come up to eye level, each of them giving you a sweet kiss.

“Mm.. you’re so damn sexy.. so fuckin’ pretty.. the prettiest.. I swear babygirl..” Reiner coos kissing from your lips to your neck causing you to whine.

“You’re tired huh baby?” Eren asks with a smirk and all you can manage is a soft nod before he picks you up, carrying you to the bathroom. “Let me clean you up pretty girl, then I’ll let you nap, okay?”

“Okay. Love you Ren..” He kisses your forehead, smiling softly.

“I love you more, baby.”

“You look up seeing Reiner and Jean leaning against the door frame, sweatpants hanging low on their hips, arms crossed.

“Damn, what about us?” Jean teases making you giggle softly, holding onto Eren.

“I love you Jean.. Rei..” your voice causing the men to smirk.

“We love you too, princess.” They say in unison.

study week!

s. your boyfriend deserves some special treatment after working so hard and you think you know the best way to treat him, you think

w.c. 4.9k

w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut!

a/n: this was halfway written in my drafts and I know I haven't posted him in a while, so I thought id treat my girlies for what they fell for me for in the first place and finish it

it's midterms week and as difficult as it's been for your dear boyfriend suguru, you can't stop yourself from being a bit of an obstacle for him yourself.

he's waiting for you outside of your french studies lecture in the morning when you can see his slightly tired eyes rake across the cleavage bared by your low-cut blouse. then to the short mini-skirt and pantyhose lining your legs. and your lips, you're wearing his favorite lipgloss, the one that always has him pushing you onto your knees and sucking him dry.

"hey baby." he smiles a little, taking the almost too large water bottle from your hands and reaching down to hold one of your hands while you walked, "you look beautiful."

"hi," you snuggle into his arm, hoping he didn't see the slight quirk of your lips at his obvious stare just a few seconds ago, "did you study as much as you wanted this morning?"

suguru nods, thumb caressing your hand as he sighs, "yes, although I do wish I could've finished earlier and had more time to get ahead on that project."

that project. the one that had been taking up most of the time for the past two weeks, more so this one right before his exam and presentation came up for his Japanese architecture class.

it had been only last semester the two of you started dating after the close to masterful planning of satoru gojo that led to your hookup with the charming brunette on halloween night. you had no other classes together when the spring semester came around and you both obviously missed it at times like these, when the added ninety minutes of just getting to even be together in lecture and spare time of studying the class material together could've more easily satiated the want of each other's presence

this semester he had Japanese architecture and although the class was fairly easy, he had to work on a hefty group presentation that took up over thirty percent of his grade, and he being the ever meticulous student, was doing everything in his power to make sure he would get his A+, which meant being taken prisoner by his assigned group in the library to piece together the presentation most days. and when he wasn't, he was studying for his other classes and making the most of any interaction he could with you, be it by texting, FaceTime, or getting a quick dessert at the cafe near the school campus with you.

but not sex.

"'m sorry. that sucks," you pout for him, peering up at him through your eyelashes purposefully, "wish I could make it a solo project, so you wouldn't have to rely on other people for your grade."

suguru spares you a small glance before tiredly looking you and shining his warm smile down at you, "well it's already too late for the professor to change his mind, so I'll bear it through."

suguru tears his gaze away from you so he can guide the both of you across the street to the previously mentioned cafe. when you make it across the street and continue walking to the ever growing close cafe, your boyfriend strikes another topic.

"how was class though? did you get the material?"

you nod your head eagerly and upon realizing he can't see you do it because of his guiding, you voice, "yea! it was relatively easy, shouldn't take me more than an hour or two to brush up on what I need for the test."

"good." he hums, opening the door for you to the cafe, never letting go of your hand, "and your other classes?"

and there came the reason as to why you felt so free to mess around with him in the first place. you barely even had midterms, luckily enough this time around. you only had your French midterm and the studying barely even counted as something to be stressed about when it was just like overlooking the normal homework being assigned in the class. and your other classes...well it was pure luck that your professors didn't care to give one and if they did, they instead spread them around to conveniently happen before and after midterms like any other normal test. god knows you're happy they didn't pile up into one week like they did for your boyfriend, his poor poor soul. a poor soul so restricted by his other responsibilities during this short time span that you just wanted to tease him for all he's got.

"I already started my study review for my international business relations class yesterday, so I'll be fine when the test comes around next month." you beam proudly, grateful that the university gods had been kind to you and to yourself for staying on track to your planner.

"good girl" suguru's eyes crease when he gets in line to order with you and brings your hand to his mouth to kiss it. the action is mindless, just like his response, it was natural for him to praise you. and considering his avoidance of your sex life ever since those cruel cruel cruel classmates of his started dragging him into the study rooms of the library as of last week, it was purely innocent, with no intention of riling you up.

but it did.

and you can't help but think of the last time you and suguru had sex, the exact morning of the day he had received the news from his professor that he would have to group up with other people for a good grade.

he had eaten you out for close to an hour because he felt like it. it was slow and sensual the entire time, he never listened to your pleas to go faster, telling you to take it like he knows his good girl would, and although it wasn't the cruel speed you begged for most of the time, it still brought you over the edge in a many pleasing and toe curling way.

the thought had you blushing at the fact the person you held those memories with was right next you, being domestic, and leading you to an empty booth while he carried your desserts in a bag.

craving the touch of your boyfriend, you refuse to sit across from him, and squeeze yourself next to him in the booth, the action makes him caress your thigh warmly before he sets out napkins and puts each of your preferred sweets on their respective places.

you're halfway through your dessert when you push yourself onto suguru and pout, "I miss you sugu."

he places a firm yet soft hand on top of your head to caress it, "I miss you too. I'll be all yours tomorrow."

"what?" he wasn't supposed to be free until three days time

"my group decided they wanted to turn in the project today to get it over with, which I'm up for by all means. and my calculus professor felt merciful last night. he gave passes for the midterms to the students with no late assignments and As."

you try your best to hide the devious excitement in your eyes and instead smile endearingly, "that's so good! we can go eat at that viet restaurant I dmed you."

suguru takes your non pastry sticky hand and brings it onto his lap as he gazes into your eyes, "I'd rather cook for you tomorrow."

your curiosity overtakes your predatory instinct and you bat your lashes at him when you ask, "what are you thinking of making?"

"risotto,"he hums, before he leans forward a bit and kisses the corner of your mouth. when he pulls back he smirks a little at the flustered look on your face.

"you had some strawberry filling." he points out before placing another kiss at the top of your head, rubbing a tentative hand at the back of your head in doing so, "let's finish the pastries so I can buy you a matcha latte before my class."

and just like that, he had made your resolve weaken, yet again, like always, your intent on seducing him forgotten for the meantime due to his proficiency at making your mind a puddle.

you find yourself in the library, hours later in the afternoon, studying with your friend at the same time suguru is meeting with his group.

and...soooooo conveniently sitting at a desk right in front of the glass door of one of the library's large group session cubicles, that just so happens to be hosting your boyfriend and his classmates.

your luck worked out perfectly and you thanked whatever mightier being there was when you saw suguru seated at the far end of the table with no one in front of him, allowing him the perfect view of you from across those few feet and glass door.

you see his eyes light up as he tries to listen to whatever one of his groupmates is saying while sharing a loving look with you.

perfect.

suguru

are you going to study pretty?

by the time you see the message from him, he has his arms folded over each other as he speaks to the other people in the room. god you wish you could hear him speaking right now. he was 100% giving some sort of smart nerd dialect input and you did everything in your power not to remember the time he tutored you in a class he had already taken last semester, using that same voice.

that time,

you had asked for a prize if you got all his questions correct

and he had been more than happy to give when you did

the specifics of which you didn't let yourself fret on more when you typed away to answer him

y/n

mhm I need to practice a speech for french.

and you left your phone on the desk with the screen facing down as you continued to your studies, conniving your next plan of action as you typed away at your computer.

about thirty minutes had passed when suguru was finally allowed a moment of peace, a moment of tranquility from having to explain a million times why comic sans was not the most ideal font to use.

and he was going to reach for his phone, to see what you had answered–he felt the buzz in his pocket–but couldn't look due to his previous debate with his classmates, when he spotted a quite inviting sight.

where you had been sitting basically face to face with suguru, with your friend next you, now you had your back to him as you practiced your speech in front of your friend.

it wasn't really useful, she didn't understand, it was more so to have someone to make eye contact with.

well more so,

an excuse to stand up and bend over a little every once a while so your skirt rode up just the right amount.

you bent over when you hand your phone to your friend to time you, you bent over to get a quick look at your computer, your speech written on it. you bent over to type something quick, a meaningless note, but a meaningful excuse for you.

you're not flashing him outright, of course, there was still a possibility of any one of his group mates accidentally getting a glance of whatever you rescinded to your boyfriend in these minutes; but you are teasing him. he loves these skirts on you. he's especially a bigger fan of the pantyhose, considering this was the only surviving pair you could find. so you know that he's letting his memory and imagination undress the sight before him as well as entice him.

you're glad you didn't unlock your phone when you gave it to your friend to time you, choosing to slide up for the clock on the lock screen, when after an hour of perfecting the speech you didn't need until two weeks time, she says, "geto texted you by the way, a couple minutes ago."

you take your phone from her as you go to sit down, facing suguru again for the first time in an hour, and you don't know if he's resorted to playing your mind games too, but the sight is knee buckling.

he's got his hair in that half up, half down combo that never fails to make you ravenous. and he's biting his cheek as he listens yet again to whoever and looks down at his computer screen every once in a while.

why did he always look so unaffected by everything, god.

you force yourself to look at the messages he sent you earlier

suguru

try your speech on me when you get the chance, okay?

how long are you going to be here? do you want me to take you home after we finish the project?

y/n

I'll make it my first priority! and I'm about to leave :/ I still have to do a quiz at home with my camera on in about two hours, wanna get it done before the hour mark.

you get up seconds after sending the text to suguru to put your belongings away. the task was easy considering you didn’t take much out of your bag. and when you started to close it, you felt a firm and soft hand tugging you towards them. 

suguru was in front of you now, sitting at the edge of your desk, tugging you close to him so you stood between his legs, which were unavoidably manspreading for you.

“five at my place tomorrow?” he’s softly quirking an eyebrow at you in question, holding both of your hands close to him

“I’ll be there,” you nod

he smiles at you in response, then juts his chin a little in the direction of your friend behind you–mindlessly scrolling through her phone as she waits for your conversation with your boyfriend to end–and asks, “are you getting a ride? I don’t like the idea of you walking by yourself, especially when it’s so close to sundown.”

you have to resist the way his protectiveness of you makes your skin crawl and want to jump onto him and force yourself to nod, “yea. she’s dropping me off after this. i need to give her one of the books we read for lit last semester anyways, she needs it for a class.”

“alright then.” suguru pulls both of your hands to his lips and gives a kiss to each one before getting up. he stands tall before you like he always does. “text me when you get home.”

“I will,” you say as he raises his hands to hold both sides of your face to pull you into a kiss. he keeps it calm and fluttering, so the most you can manage to retrieve out of him is a slight sharp inhale when your tongue softly grazes his lower lip. 

he still has his hands on your face when he places a small kiss at the top of your forehead and mutters, “i love you.”

“I love you too.” you say back, basking in his touch, knowing it’ll be close to a full day before you can see him like this again.

y/n 

Im homeeeeeeee!

finished the quiz too, wasn’t as hard as i thought it would be

suguru

nice job baby

have you eaten yet?

y/n 

im making a fruit salad :p have a sweet tooth right now

are you done with the project???

suguru

thankfully, yes. It was getting very difficult to see everyone use comic sans by default today. all i have to do is study for the test now, i can do that on my own without worrying about them. 

ill make a peach cobbler for you tomorrow, for your sweet tooth

y/n

aw for lil ol me??

suguru

yes for lil ol you miss coy

ill text you in a bit, im going home

your conversation continued when suguru got home, minimally if any, knowing youd talk on the phone before one of you headed to bed later that night. he did have to study after and so did you. which was why you saved your seductive attempts for until then.

“I liked your outfit today baby. It was cute,” you could hear your boyfriend repeatedly tossing a small stress ball up into his ceiling faintly. he was in bed already just as you were.

the comment made your ears perk up, “you did?”

“yeah, i didn’t know there was still a pair of pantyhose left.” 

“I didn’t either,” you sheepishly admitted, “i found it in the back of my drawer on saturday and thought id wear it.”

“wear them tomorrow, “ suguru added casually

“okay, ill–”

“don’t wear panties either.” 

your eyes widened a little, “but your bike–”

“what about my bike?”

he was picking you up tomorrow on his bike, like he always did. and you had to sit on his bike, on that leather seat with the incoming wind, your skirt, the pantyhose, no underwear…

“I thought we were having dinner.”

“we are, im making the risotto and peach cobbler for us,” he still sounds like he’s discussing any casual dinner arrangement, “don’t wear panties under the pantyhose.”

“why are you making those demands anyway,” you try to poke at him, as if you didn’t want to do that for him, to see if you could rile him up like you still wanted to these last two weeks, “you haven’t been horny for two weeks.”

“did i tell you i wasn’t?”

the authoritative question had you rubbing your thighs against each other, “no…but you weren’t acting that way either.”

“like you?” 

even on the phone it was hard to escape him, and he made it oh so delicious, even if it did always intimidate you.

“Is it so wrong to want you,” the pout in your voice clear

“no,” suguru comforts, “not at all.”

then, just as he knows he has you on an intense precipice in the conversation, he begins to end the call.

“sleep well pretty,” you can hear the love for you he has through it, as if he wasn’t just backing you into a corner seconds ago, “we’ve had a long day, and i need to get up a bit earlier than usual to get some groceries before i head to the gym.”

“sleep well too,” you huff and you can hear suguru’s laugh

“I love you beautiful."

“I love you too.”

suguru acts like a saint when he picks you up, like he's completely unaware to the fact that you're wearing pantyhose with no panties under your skirt, even though he asked for it.

"hey beautiful," he smiles when he leans down to peck your lips, "you ready to go?"

"yeah," you breathe, genuinely excited to spend time with your boyfriend for the first time in two weeks, uninterrupted

you arrived to your boyfriend's apartment with the most drenched pantyhose known to man. and you were too scared to see if any of your slick left a trail on his motorcycle. and although there was a certain buildup...down there...this had to be considered some sort of psychological torture.

because suguru had not made a sexual move on you the entire dinner, even through dessert.

nothing.

so here you were, stuck making casual conversation with your boyfriend, pussy basically exposed, and paranoid about his next move.

"satoru should not be eating that many macaroons a day. I know he loves them, but that's got to be some sort of crime." you discuss while taking a sip of your wine, "there has to be some economic surplus and deficit issue going on there."

"babe, you've had macaroon mukkbangs with him in front of me."

you pucker your lips in response to your boyfriend's unwavering ability to bring the facts right to your face.

"okay, but he does it way more often than me. consider that. I have to train for a whole month to do that. satoru does it back to back."

"there is that," suguru agrees, eyes flickering to the plate that had just been served with a slice of peach cobbler minutes ago, "and I take it you liked the peach cobbler."

"yes!" you nod eagerly, planting an excited fist on the dining table, "I love that my boyfriend is such a good chef."

"and I love that my girlfriend eats well," suguru responds warmly as he gets up and picks up both of your plates, placing them in the dishwasher before saying, "I'm glad you liked it though. I love watching you enjoy what I make."

suguru then takes your hand, while you're seated, and places a fleeting kiss on the back of it.

"let's go to the bedroom."

god, he just says that and you're ruining the pantyhose even more now.

"okay," you nod, getting up and letting him lead the way to his room.

he doesn't say much during the quick few steps until he opens the door and shuts it behind him.

"you're not wearing panties, right, sweet girl?"

you turn around to look at him, shaking your head earnestly, "no sir."

he walks up to you and takes your head in his palm affectionally, brushing a careful thumb across your cheek while he looks at you lovingly, "good."

"get on your knees then baby."

immediately you're sinking onto the ground and suguru is unbuckling his belt for you, already pulling out his rock hard cock.

on instinct, you open your mouth and suguru takes the invitation without hesitation, popping the tip of his dick against the inside of your cheek again and again.

"those pantyhose must be ruined beyond repair right now, aren't they?"

"mhm" you nod as best you can considering what he's using your mouth for.

"god, I can't wait to rip a hole in them." he hisses while he starts to slide his shaft up and down in your mouth.

its your queue to start sucking him off like you know how to. you hollow your cheeks and let all the spit build up in your mouth, even if it does start to run down your mouth and onto your chest and the floor. every time he nearly pulls out, you swirl your tongue around the underside of his swollen head, and you love the way his hips jut up just a bit at the action.

suguru's let you take the reigns now, instead placing a loving hand on the side of your head and making sure your hair doesn't get in your face.

"missed this pretty face getting messy for my cock." he breathes, grip growing by just a smidge on your hair, "missed it so much. couldn't even fuck your face to get my stress out baby."

he sees the excitement simmer in your eyes and suguru leans over a bit, "what do you say sweet girl, want me to fuck your little throat?"

you nod feverishly, suckling on his tip to show enthusiasm.

suguru gives you a small smile in return while he pinches your cheek affectionately.

"good girl."

he starts to move your head up and down his length at a leisurely place, something not too drastic, where you can feel and taste him coherently

until he suddenly speeds up the pace unforgivingly

"there, there, "he groans almost, staring at your face, "fuck, you're such a filthy girl. what'd I do to get such a pretty slut like you?"

the vulgar praise makes you moan, and the vibrations from your throat make him react the same way

"if I weren't saving my cum for my pussy right now baby, I'd fill your mouth again and again until you're practically spilling." he utters, still jack hammering into your mouth and you're doing everything you can to not let yourself gag,

"you like helping me destress beautiful?" he says desperately, cheeks growing a tinge red as he locks eyes with you

suguru's hips give a warning stutter when you nod, and he suddenly pulls out, and brings you up by an arm, turning you around so he can yank your skirt down.

"fuck." is all that leaves his lips darkly before he helps you take your shirt off and pushes you towards the bed.

"all fours baby, near the edge, wanna get a good fucking view of that pussy."

"o-okay," you say, already ruined by his previous indulgence and in anticipation of what was to come.

you get on all fours immediately and without a moment's waste, suguru's already running a greedy hand up your soaked folds, practically stuck to the pantyhose

"fuck, you're going to kill me. thought I was gonna go insane yesterday."

slap!

suguru lands a painful strike on your pussy

"it's not nice to tease your boyfriend when he's working so hard for you sweetheart. almost lost my mind trying not to think about all the things I wanted to do to you on that library table."

then there's a loud tear, and suguru runs his tongue flat against your exposed folds without hesitation

he starts to literally makeout with your pussy, treating it the way he wants. as if your lips down there could respond to his own. it's all for his own pleasure, none of yours, and you don't mind, turned on way more by the fact that he's using your body in such a depraved way.

and so, because you figure tonight is all about him taking out his stress on you, suguru suddenly stops, and you can feel him sit down on the bed, dragging you to stand in front of him.

"sit on my dick baby," he says, turning you around to face your back towards him, hands gripping your waist.

"wait!" you start to whine for the first time tonight, "I can't do this one, it's too hard for me."

just as suguru was needy, you were needy too.

you wanted the easy relief of him pounding you from behind, with you on all fours. when you rode him him like this, bouncing up and down, it was such a trek. he was so big, even sitting on it was a great feat. and he poked your cervix so painfully every time you went back down like this.

"yeah you can," suguru praises, reaching a hand down to swipe his tip against your folds messily, using the other on your waist to bring you down a little, "you always end up loving how I fill you up when we do it like this sweet girl."

upset, but still eager to have him inside of you, you start to sink down onto him with a pout, unable to stop your mouth from dropping open at the delicious stretch he always gives you

"so fucking big." you whine when he's bottomed out and you feel like you can't breathe from how full he makes you feel

and maybe he was right, because when you pick your ass back up, the feeling of his dick passing through and massaging your pussy from the inside has you keening for more and you could care less about your cervix.

so now you're bouncing against him sporadically, having missed the feeling of him inside you for so long

"missed your dick so much sugu!" you whine, stabilizing your arms on his thighs, ignoring the burning in your legs

"oh my fucking god," he groans, landing a stinging spank on your ass, "I missed this wet little pussy so much too princess. fuck. keep going, dirty fucking girl. gonna buy a butt plug for you so you can wear it with this same little get up. look so fucking cute with a little bunny tail sticking out with this-fuck."

"mhm mhm."

"gonna be my bunny? since you're always looking for my dick? god, if I could keep you in bed all day just for me to fuck you I'd keep that pussy full to the brim."

"sug-sugu!"

"I know baby, I know," he groans, both hands now gripping your ass and pushing you back down again and again, "cum for me, I'll cum with you."

you feel your leg start to kick a little as a reaction to what's about to happen and suguru notices the small paralyzation overtaking your body as a result to the nearing bliss. so he sits up straight and hugs you tight, pummeling you from underneath

"ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod sugu sugu, im cumming im cumming!"

"cum for me baby," suguru says through each quick stroke, "oh my god I'm gonna fuck my load into this slutty fucking pussy. greedy fucking girl's milking it out of me."

and you feel suguru's cock spill inside of you in hard thrusts, giving you what you feel is one of the biggest loads ever, considering this is the first time the both of you have gone without sex with each other for more than two days.

suguru's still inside you when he pulls you onto the bed with him and reaches a hand down to massage your boob

"babe, you did cum a lot." you comment, feeling his load pool inside of you

"good," he breathes, "it'll look hot coming out of you with the pantyhose"

"...are you going to take a picture for your album"

"maybe"

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, praise, established relationship, whiny nanami, cowgirl, mdni.

nanami loses his mind whenever his dick slips out of you.

thin blond strands of hair stick to his forehead as he stares at you. “sweetheart,” he almost pouts, hearing nothing but white noise in his ears as you’re jerking your body up and down against him. you felt so good, the warmth you always provided for him made him fall more and more in love. your saturated grip was merely addicting. he was quite literally drowning in your cunt. he found himself licking his lips, tossing his head back in bliss with a beefy arm clinging onto the rickety headboard. nanami uses his free hand to hold onto your waist, padded calloused thumbs brushing up and down your waist. “ugh, you do it s- so well, ride me so good,” and his words were like a broken record, a broken whisper. despite its raspiness, you could still hear the neediness lingering underneath. he looked so pretty, glossed up with tears of damp sweat. nanami’s mahongy blown irises rolling back before a low grunt pours from his lips.

“kento, ‘m close,” and as those sweet three words left your quivering spit-glossed lips, you let off a pitchy loud moan. your knees dig themselves deep into his thighs. as you vigorously rock further against his lap, it happens. he’s got a hand attaches to your waist only for his cock to abruptly slip itself out of your slippery cunt mid thrust and you could hear a tiny gasp leave his lips.

“o- oh fuck,” he groans, blinking twice. his entire palm creeps up against your ass as he pants. even the way he swore sounded angelic. the squelching pop sound that created from the sloppy action of your hips makes his ears ring. nanami buries his face into the forbidden crook of your neck in sheer embarrassment, wrapping a few thick fingers over his veiny length. “let me put it back in, s- sweetheart. stay still . . please.”

there was so much entreating beg in his voice, he felt the furrowing curl of his eyebrows compress together before he sprawls your thighs apart further with a single hand.

“okay,” you hum, feeling a breeze of wind rip straight out of your lungs. you’ve lost track of how many hours it’s been, riding him until he was a dumb pussy drunken mess. nanami felt his cock twitch at any and every word escaped from your lips. he could listen to your voice all day and never grow tired. your voice was his own favorite song to listen to on loop. “put it back in, ‘ken.”

“anything for you, my love,” he huffs, broad arms wrapping around your torso. he held you close, never wanting to let go.

the parching hot temperature of your own body radiates against him - your chest, it presses up onto his own and he practically feels himself melting from your balmy heat.

“s- so soaked for me.” he points out with half-lidded eyes and a flushed face, preparing to re-align himself. nanami finds himself gawking at just how wet you were, creating a sheeny trail of your heat all on his lap. it made his mouth water at the thought of him licking it right up. he never minded to be messy — especially for you.

anytime you let him go inside, he makes it his entire life goal to make sure you feel good.

you let off a whimper, skimming a few trembly fingers down his faded undercut as he’s going back inside. you can hear his irregular pants as he’s smearing his damp cockhead against your entrance. nanami stares down, practically about to cum just from going back in.

with ease, you suck him in slowly and that moment was gonna always be embedded into his brain. you always swallowed him in so good. his girth, it stretches you open right away and your pussy greets him yet again with another greeting welcome. “k- kento, fuuuck.”

“i know, i know,” he pants, maneuvering soothing circles around your back with a clammy palm. you still had your knees dug into his thighs, making a cute attempt to start moving again. both bodies so close, perspiring with sweat that you start to stick and glue against him. with his sculpted jaw tightening, nanami can’t help but give the left cheek of your ass a nice squeeze. “oh, sweetheart. ‘m not gonna last if you keep— keep clamping down on me like t- this, fuck.”

as he’s fully inside again and his eyes salaciously roll way back, the powerful jerk of your hips starts to accelerate again and he’s already dumb.

dumb from your sweet, sweet cunt - his true enemy, you had him whipped.

there’s already a milky white ring coating around his thickset base. each time you jolt up from his lap only to slam back down, you hear the squelches of your own slippery cunt.

it’s messy, he’s messy. only for you though.

nanami feels the warm palm of your hands playfully shove him back against the fluffed pillows that’s directly behind him. “ah,” he lands back with a sheepish expression, gentle umber colored eyes flickering at your grinding body. “w- what’s this?”

“lie back, ken,” you murmur to him, feeling the fat tip of his cock repeatedly kiss up against your most sweetest spots. it took everything in you for your thighs - for your legs to not collapse right then and there. you see more teary beads of sweat race down the sides of his forehead as he clings onto your unstable waist. “there . . good,” you purr to him, sliding a hand up his abs, a finger ghosting down his chiseled v-line and further back down toward his visible blond happy trail. “good boy.”

he swallows — a soft noise leaving out of him. nanami felt his cock twitch again, and this time, you felt it too. “s- say it again,” he pleads, his voice gruff yet still needy. you steady your hips, creating more haste before pressing a kiss into his neck. “c- call me that again, sweetheart.”

“good boy, kento,” you repeat in a whisper, realizing that he actually got off to your praises. he melts again, this time at your words. the bed creaks and grates in rapture, sweaty bodies mirroring springy movements in sync before he abruptly sinks his face into your chest.

“praise me more,” he utters hoarsely, and you let off a soft moan as he shifts himself underneath you.

you’re still bouncing on him, hearing the groaning springs of the bed sing out a lewd tune of its own and your back arches. as you felt brief bittersweet pangs near the undersides of your thighs spread like wildfire, he whines.

“mhh,” and within seconds, you feel the wet tip of nanami’s tongue lick a long stripe down the valley of your chest. pretty lashes of his flutter shut before he holds your hips in firm place. as you stare down, his twitching thickset cock still concealed deep within your walls, he pouts one more time, squished face tuck right between your chest.

“please. praise me again, my love. pretty please.”

oh this😩

warnings: somnophilia, dub con, choking, overstimulation, exhibitionism, breeding, nsfw 🔞

sukuna loves fucking you in your parents house when you both go to visit them for the holidays. in fact, you’ve noticed he fucks you even more when you’re only mere feet away from your parents

and when you’ve had enough, drawing the line after he fucks you stupid in the kitchen while they watch family feud, separated only by a half wall, he simply wakes you up with your cunt already squeezing around his invasive, throbbing cock. your sleeping parents are only a thin wall away, so thin in fact that you can hear the snores coming from your father

“s-sukuna ! what are you- this is dangero- ngh-”

he’d chuckle into your ear as he finally begins to fuck you prone bone into the creaky mattress covered in your childhood sheets while your old plushies witness you being split open on his cock

aww he was waiting for you to wake up to start ramming into you<3

you can tell the second he started to drill you that he had prepped you with his long tongue for hours beforehand like usual because the room is simply filled with his favorite sound: your squelching pussy

“Well, you’d better shut that pretty fucking mouth then, huh? you thought you could keep her away from me?” he’d snicker, referring to your pussy

he’d even pick up the pace, kicking open your legs to dig deeper into your bruised cunt, making it impossible to stay quiet

“n-no- i didn’t mean to- can’t stay quiet-! ‘s impossible” you’d whine, gripping the sheets with desperation as tears wet your flushed face

his thrusts jerk you like you’re a fucking doll, paying no mind to your objections. you can feel your nipples rub against the cotton sheets with every snap of his hips, bringing awareness to the fact that he undressed you in your sleep

“daddy’s gonna hear his sweet little girl get defiled on a man’s cock if you don’t quiet down” and he’s not even speaking in a whisper, he’s growling into your ear like a dog in heat. and he knows this isn’t your first time fucking, but you can tell he’s got a little fantasy of deflowering you with your parents in the other room

you bite down on your bottom lip so hard, you swear you can taste blood as your eyebrows twitch into a pout, eyes rolling back as he grips a handful of your hair and yanks your head back to lick a long, slobbery stripe up the prominent vein in your neck

“su-sukuna, please go slower !” you’d grit out as you reach back with one hand to push his toned hip away in futile attempt to block him while he slams against the fat of your ass

“slower? oh you really shouldn’t have said that, baby” he rasps into your ear like a warning before rutting into you deeper than ever, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had breached your poor cervix because a cramp shoots through your uterus. he isn’t even pulling out anymore, he’s just rubbing his front into your ass, balls deep and filling you up so nicely <3

you squeak in equal parts pain and pleasure as he coos into your ear, the first grunt he’s made all night coming out of him as he comforts you through the pain, “oh- shit did i just- ngh- you’re doing so good f’ me- ungh- i know, i know, shh~ it hurts, doesn’t it baby? I can feel your pussy trying to push me out”

“oh god, y-you’re in my- !” you’d hopelessly babble back at him, not missing the jump in his cock when you speak

and fuck, maybe you’re crazy because his words only work to yank your first orgasm out of you like a tital wave, along with broken whimpers and wanton screams of his name

“s-shit,” he’d groan as your spasming pussy cums around him like a clamp, wrapping his arms around your throat in a chokehold as if to keep you still as he allows himself to bask in your warmth

and of course, he doesn’t stop, he hasn’t even cum once yet. your fathers snores are no where to be heard now and the panic of that is buried under a cascade of overstimulation and pleasure as his pace picks up to terrifying heights to get himself off

sukuna always has to fuck hard and fast to cum, it doesn’t help that he knows you’ll be complaining and crying in overstimulation if he draws it out for hours like usual. you’ve always wanted to take control (if he’d even let you) one of these days and show him how good slow fucking can feel <3

and when he’s finally approaching his high, his arms tighten around your throat, constricting your oxygen flow. you drool onto your chin and down his arms, pooling onto your pink sheets as your eyes disappear into your skull with euphoria

you can tell he’s close because the groans coming from him are dragging out, becoming more throaty and his pace is brutal

“not inside-! kuna! i’m not on birth con-” you’d choke out as you tap on his arms rapidly to release you and or to pull out before he cums

“good,” he’d seethe into your ear briefly without anymore explanation before sinking his sharp teeth into it like he hates you, allowing no room for argument

and when sukuna cums, he cums a lot. so much that you’ve had to replace your mattress countless times. he doesn’t stop his relentless thrusts into you before, during or after he cums. he simply fucks his milky cum back into you, excess pouring out of you around his girth and covering your clit before pooling into the sheets

“such a,” thrust, “good fucking,” thrust, “pussy” thrust. and every word is almost drowned out from your whines and pleads for him to let you rest for a bit but he doesn’t mind, you’re just so cute when you’re overstimulated <3

sukuna doesn’t roll off of you after or even clean you up immediately, he simply collapses directly onto your body, though he’d make sure to not let the entirety of his weight crush you, after all he wouldn’t want his little toy to get damaged. he hums lowly into your ear as he nudges the side of your head with his face, as if wordlessly appreciating your warmth and devotion to him in giving yourself to him the way you do. he’d even offer some affection licks to the side of your face, ignoring your half assed attempt to push it away <3

then after a terribly long time of suffocating under his large body, he’d start thrusting into you once again, causing your eyes to shoot open and panic to surge as your nerve endings begin to erupt “n-no, baby!” you’d plead

he’d shush you sweetly and halt his thrusts after one last deep push into you. sukuna doesn’t get soft unless he wants to, claiming he’s simply superior to everyone else in every aspect and times like these make you almost wish he did get soft like a normal man

“gotta make sure it takes, sweet girl” he’d peck your temple and finally he’d pull out as you wince from the irrefutable tender bruised flesh being stimulated

and once he’d out, he’d flip your limp, sweaty body over and use two of his large fingers to scoop up his milky cum and shove them back into you, ignoring your gasps and trembles as he attempts to shove the cum into the little slit on your cervix

“no wasting”

and finally, when he’s done with you, he’d pull you into his chest and engulf you with his body and pet your hair as he nibbles on every part of your neck and face, cooing whenever your body twitches and jerks in aftershock

“you’d better get ready to tell your parents we’re pregnant tomorrow” he’d tease you, snickering when you smack his chest tiredly and snuggle into him before falling asleep

and in the morning, your parents avoid eye contact awkwardly and let you know that next christmas, you should rent out a hotel, for no reason at all