Gyyyyyaaaatttttt

gyyyyyaaaatttttt🫣😩😫

either I’m just very much rotted by this couple or a complete whore but I just think that musician Eren would have the prettiest moans! Likeeee, I really do.

cw: subby eren, riding, him having just pretty ass moans 😵‍💫

so it’s no secret that in addition to rapping, he has the most beautiful singing voice. Can belt a tune to just about anything and gives some of the greats a run for their money on their own tracks. Truthfully, (y/n) could sit and listen to him for hours and never get tired. But where he sounded the best? Was the bedroom. It didn’t even dawn on you until one night, the two of you were going at it..tangled up in the sheets and fucking the shit out of each other. His hands around your throat, yours on his chest and eventually..grasping his calves. Bouncing up and down his dick and dripping while doing so. Eren’s only view was your thick round ass, slicked with creamy juices as you rode him. “F-fuck…make a mess on this dick, baby..” lying flat and letting you do all the work for once. Loving the way you tightened around him each time you took him to the base. The curvature of that back and the amazing arch you had was enough to have him gripping the sheets. That was just the effect you had..admittedly, he had never been in some pussy this tight in his entire life. It was as if you were practically begging to be nutted in. He couldn’t help but to let out the mellifluous moans to signify how good you felt. Whimpering so helplessly at the feeling of being ridden so good. “You like that, baby? This pussy feel good?..” questioning so sweetly as you looked back over your shoulder to meet your man’s gaze. Suddenly, you’d be answered by high pitched cries and sucking teeth. Eren so helplessly hollering your name; his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat and chest heaving. “(Y/Nnnnnn)….oh my God. Right there…” those pretty little whines of his only motivating you more. You look down to see his toes curling and his legs shaking, knowing you can’t stop now. Doubling down on your speed and swallowing that dick as if it’s nothing. “Y-yes! So good. Creaming all over me..shit!” Taking him to the hilt until you felt it twitching inside of you. All the while, he’s begging you to keep going and best believe..as long as he’s crying out like that and crooning to his heart's content.. “..mmm, that’s right, baby. Keep moaning for me. Let mama take care of you..” you’d give him whatever you wanted.

y’all forgive me but this shit will not leave my heaaaaddd 😫😫

just thought about an executive, plus size queen getting DICKED tf down by a ‘househusband’ Eren after a long week at work and he’s not nice about it.

featuring: black fem! reader, some jealousy from our baby, choking, spit kink (?), implied phone sex, masturbation, oral (fem receiving), foot/ankle play, squirting, slight degradation, breeding kink, pregnancy mention

MINORS DNI

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and he just wants to show his baby how much he appreciates her! You work for a big company and recently got promoted to one of the top executive positions. It was great and all but it was demanding!

Eren, who made most of his money freelancing in tech or something, pretty kind of sets his own schedule so he’s home a lot of the time. Although you’re the main breadwinner, he doesn’t mind it lowkey. He’s proud of how far you’ve come and supports you ten toes down with your career.

he acc likes taking care of the house; doing laundry (even though he couldn’t fold for shit and kept mixing the darks and lights when he started.) His workday finishes up pretty early so he makes dinner for you every night, makes you breakfast and little lunches with the cute lil’ corny note cards in them. (buddy lowkey had his mom on the other line, trying to teach him how to make something that’ll impress you bc your food is top tier and he ain’t had it like that since he left home).

recently though, he’d noticed how stressed you’ve been with work. Some big project had been taking up all of your time and he just wanted to take that stress away the best way he knew how. See, being in the house for most of the day had its ups and downs but it did leave him with a lot of room for his imagination to wander…

when he’d see you leaving out for the day in those tight skirts, the nice dresses hugging your body and those heels on, the only thing on his mental is tearing you out of it. The thought of bending you over your desk, fucking you like crazy while you struggle to keep quiet crosses his mind an ungodly amount of times.

(side note: he def sends you the nut videos with him moaning and cumming all over the screen)

so much so, it’s hard to concentrate throughout the day! Sometimes, when he’s missing you, he’d read through the nasty messages you’d send each other when you were in your office. Telling him that you’re horny..wet and touching yourself thinking about him. How much you miss him fucking you, that you’re sorry for not having the time but you were going to make it up to him soon.

he’s on the couch, stroking that big dick, moaning to the image of that juicy pussy squirting all over his abs as you try to push him away and he just keeps getting deeper. Something about those juices pooling on that pudgy stomach while he folds you up is making him even hornier.

a hand around your throat while he fucks you stupid, the way you call him daddy and tell him you can’t take anymore.

but he just laughs, glaring into your eyes without breaking contact once. All he says…”move that fucking hand, baby..you gave it to me so it’s mine now.”

his sweaty palms steadily pressing into the soft flesh those thick thighs, keeping your legs pinned back as far as they’ll go. The constant jiggling of all that ass and those big round titties bouncing every time he pounds into you.

the way it creams all over that dick and gets him messy but you’re so quick to suck and clean it off….

yeah..he needs your ass home right now!

luckily for him, your new Mercedes just pulled into the driveway and he’s already came once..but best believe he’s got more for you. He’s in his grey joggers that you love so much; that hard cock still swinging freely as he tries to act normal.

that hair is tied into a bun and he’s shirtless because he’s getting straight to work.

unsuspecting, you fiddle with your set of house keys to get the door unlocked. You’re beat but you’re happy to see your baby.

“Welcome home, baby..”

the first thing you’re greeted by along with a kiss and it’s better than anything you’ve ever felt. Instantly the stress begins to melt away but that’s not even the beginning.

he’s asking how your day was as he ushers you over to the couch to take a seat. He grabs your purse and work materials, putting them away so that they’re not even on your mind.

as you get comfortable, he sits down beside you, swinging your legs around to lay on his lap. While you’re ranting about some colleagues and how annoying this new assignment was, he’s massaging your tired feet.

rubbing and caressing those legs, he listens attentively as you ramble on but honestly..

he don’t give a fuck bout nunnadet.

you’re going on and on, not even realizing that your legs are starting to part and instead of your soles being rubbed, he’s petting on fat mama.

his gaze is shifting up and down your body, just admiring every curve, bump and roll on that beautiful frame. Tugging your panties to the side, he notices how wet it is and decides he wants a little taste.

not missing a beat, he tugs that shit down and sticks two fingers inside off top. He’s pumping them in and out and suddenly, those words become babble and a mix of moans.

Not only that, his head is in between your thighs, tasting that sweet nectar that’s already dripping for him. Ain’t playing no games or wasting anymore time.

“Eren! What the fuck—“ you were in complete shock because he hadn’t played with it in so long. But you didn’t want it to stop.

“Go on, I’m listening baby..promise.”

at this point, you’ve forgotten all about reports and meetings. You wanted that pussy devoured but you try to continue anyways.

he’s not making it easy though. Your legs are draped across his back and he’s sucking on your clit like it’s candy. Even the sounds are getting louder. Eventually, you’re biting your lip and cursing, which only drives him harder.

“Fuuuuck..that feels so good.”

slurping, lapping and sucking, he’s enjoying every bit of that flavor and loving your moans.

you’re already shaking but he pins those legs back and tells you stay still. He’s eating it like he’s starving to death and you’re the only thing he needs to survive.

he can feel it

not before long, you’d find yourself clamping down on those fingers that have been massaging your insides and knows that you’re about to cum.

at the same time, his opposite hand had shifted down between his own legs and he’s stroking that dick, thinking about how he’s going to throw all of it in that stomach.

you’re panting, crying and now massaging those big breasts of yours. He told you to pinch your nipples and suck on them while he ate you out and you didn’t hesitate to pull that dress down to do it.

you’re telling him that you can’t hold it anymore and that you’re coming. His hair in your clutch and when he peaks his head up, all he says is:

“so what the fuck are you waiting for? Do it then.”

you know when he starts getting aggressive, you’re about to get the best dick of your life. But nonetheless, you followed his command and made that pretty face of his glisten with your juices. And you know he didn’t waste a drop.

even a bit of his hair was wet but he loved it.

he’s trying to readjust; hungry and damn near primal for it and while he’s doing so, he tells you to get flat on your back and spread those legs open.

he even tells you to grip those calves and don’t move a muscle. With those sweats crumpling around his waist,

for a moment, he just wants to appreciate the work of art in front of him..

“God I missed you…so much.”

releasing a breathy moan as he glides the tip across your needy cunt. Warm, sticky with cum and begging for him, you begin to shudder with each touch.

those fat, juicy pussy lips are cradling his shaft every time he moves.

he can’t take it.

but he has to be patient. As bad as he wants to fuck you into that couch, he lowkey wants to punish you for keeping it away that long. Sucking his teeth, Eren finally gets the nerve to stick the tip in.

trust, you aren’t the only one that’s a little sensitive already. It’s been so long and he doesn’t want to bust too quickly. “Baby, fuck me, please.” You cry out and plead as those thick legs coil around the small of his back.

he hears you loud and clear, but he’s not moving. That smirk on his face as you tremble is growing wider. Suddenly..

“OOH! Fuck!…”

with one hard thrust, he goes to your hilt and pulls it out entirely. You can’t understand why he’s doing this! “Baby, hurry up! I can’t take it—“

“When you can follow instructions, I’ll move.” You’re confused by what he means but if it’ll get you that dick, you’ll do anything!

still teasing, he toys with those folds and makes sure to look you in the eyes while he does it. “I said keep those fucking legs open..hold them. I’m not saying it again..”

you’d grab your legs and fold them back as he said before. He was angry! No, pissed even..that you had been walking around looking so fine and he couldn’t even enjoy it.

but that pussy has to take the punishment. Slowly, he guides it back in, watching your reaction as you pass through the tight bundle of nerves.

“Shit..you’re tight..” he’s taking deep breaths to pace himself because he knows he’ll bust so quick if he tries rushing it. But he moves his hips, pushing slow.

it’s already creaming after a couple gentle pumps but he’s greedy tonight. He wants more..he wants all of it. The strokes are slow..deep and full of passion. Eren wants to stare into those pretty eyes so badly but your moans already are making him weak and he’ll fold if he does.

so he just settles on sloppy tongue kisses with both of your eyes closed. You bring your hands to each side of his face, cradling him as those cries fill his mouth. You’re so addicted to one another that nothing else in the world matters right now.

he’s buried deep inside of it, making you clamp down on that cock like you don’t want him to leave it. “You missed me, huh, baby?”

he questions smugly; now finding the strength to make eye contact. The thrusts have become a little faster and he’s pounding your shit. All nine inches of that thick girth are stretching you out and it feels so goddamn good!

he can tell by the sheet of white liquid coating his tip and shaft that you’re probably ovulating too. “Yes, daddy! It feels so fucking good, thank you!” he loves how gracious you are for it and he almost feels compelled to take it easy but he wants you to remember not to hold it from him ever again.

a hand slowly coils your throat as those thrusts tap into another speed. The pace is picking up and so is the intensity. Your legs are shaking, tits are bouncing and those toes are curling. This man is snatching your soul like he’s the damn reaper. But you just beg for more because you can’t get enough.

he folds you up a little more and he finds those calves locked around his neck. He knows y’all are fucking all crazy but it doesn’t even matter. He wants to get as nasty with you as possible. The sounds of smacking flesh only intensify and so does his grasp around your throat.

he’s pumping in and out of that hole, going deep as cream leaks out onto your asscheeks, the couch and his cock. He’s feeding it tiny rubs to the clit, long, deep strokes and even some strings of saliva.

eventually, because you can’t uphold your legs, he grasps those ankles and folds them criss cross. Now you’re not going anywhere! He’s in the hilt now, reaching your center. It hurts but it’s the type of pain you love.

he’s licking his teeth, hovering over you as he beats that little pussy sore and there’s nothing you can do about it. “Daddyyy! F-fuck..why are you fucking me like thissss?!”

you’re crying out but he doesn’t respond because you know the answer. However, he tells you that he can feel how close you are so just cum already. “Shut up and nut on this dick..give daddy what he wants, baby..”

that faint moment of tenderness done it for you.

“Shiiiiit!” Letting out a loud cry, you’d arch your back as you came! Of course you were squirting like a faucet. He wouldn’t expect anything less from his little slut. He missed having to change the sheets twice a week but you didn’t disappoint.

he’s pulled out and is tapping it against you to coax more out. “Don’t hold that shit from me..make a mess. Show me how much you missed this dick..”

Because your legs were folded up, your feet were caught in the brunt of that stream but he finds it so fucking sexy!

those pretty white toes soaked in your own juices..yeah, that made tick. “That’s my good girl..wetting me up like that.” Now it was his turn. He wanted to plaster the inside of that womb with so much cum, it leaks out.

shoving it back in, he wasted no time fucking you yet again. This time, he didn’t bother going slow. One stroke right after the next and he wasn’t letting up. You were still twitching around his shaft; that grip driving him crazy.

just when you thought he couldn’t pleasure you anymore, he brings your legs closer to his face and places soft kisses on your ankle and instep. He even began gently sucking on those toes for a minute. This man was a freak!

“I missed you, I missed you so much.”

it was the only thing he kept saying as he burrowed himself inside of you. That sloppy mess smacking between each other’s skin, balls slapping your clit as he swelled inside of you.

clawing into his back, you held him close and let him ride out his inevitable orgasm. He was begging to nut inside and you were happy to let him. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, I swear. Let me cum in that pretty pussy, mama—“

his words were ringing in your ear and that helpless voice was your breaking point.

“Take it..nut in this pussy.”

that’s all he needed because seconds later, that warm seed splattered your walls and filled you up. You’d both released earth shattering cries, melding into one another as he poured that white liquid into you.

he’d pepper you with soft kisses and just stare at you in the midst of the afterglow. He looked so happy that you were back in his arms and he never wanted to let you go.

cradling you close in his arms, he’d place a kiss to your forehead and tell you how much he loved you. One thing was for sure, you’d never make him wait that long again.

IT WON'T FIT! — TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER

— CW : toji is a well-hung menace still broke af (what's new), rough!toji, wall sex, implied size kink, this man fucks you raw 24/7, is 'girl' a pet name?, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, slight teasing, double penetration at the end (monsterfucking), squirting

— WORD COUNT : 1.5k┊AO3 LINK

NOTE : well, this takes place in the jjk verse and nothing I say can justify my horniness lmao I wrote this at 2am because toji always comes back to remind me why I'm so down bad for him (ssh don't tell geto)

enjoy!

Toji is a man on a mission tonight. That being to fuck you into oblivion.

"Come on, be a good girl and stay still," his fist lands a hair’s breadth away from your face pressed against the wall, hips snapping against yours in a dance of curses laced with moans erupting from you both. He hides his nose in your hair as his next words hit you. 

"I want your pussy to milk me dry again.

I said don't move."

You squirm anyway, feeling his tongue lick a fat stripe of your tensed neck to then bite it as his calloused, experienced fingers roam your body to get rid of what's left of your clothes. You hear the fabric tear apart under Toji's touch, pooling at your feet, shreds of the shirt flying around when the groan the man lets out when you try to look at him from above your shoulder. It's primal, the one lions use to chase away other predators when eating.

He's possessive over his precious, little toy.

"T-Toji."

A sharp hiss on his part, followed by a merciless thrust that shuts you up with a wail. He is practically rutting into you.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as his whisper grazes the shell of your ear, "Want new clothes? I'll get you new ones after my cum fills every hole of you, girl."

His cock has been kissing your cervix for a good minute, bruising and hitting it with his monstrous cock. The first time you saw it you were certain it wasn’t going to fit. You still wonder the same, but it always fills you to the brim with little to no effort. 

Toji always makes sure of that.

The drag of his dick is so delicious, grazing your walls — no, clogging them with its size like occluded pipes ready to burst yet the slick wetness you're so drenched in helps him move in and out of you in smooth, calculated moves you find maddening.

Every time its head collides with that sweet, intimate spot all you can see are flickering stars, but today there are so many more than usual, getting closer to you by the minute. They just get brighter, hotter and you feel them coat your eyelashes and cheeks in flocks until all you can see are them. Liquid stars falling from your eyes and he's your favourite star seeker.

His grip on you tightens as the fist still close to your face opens up, palm digging into your open mouth to suppress yet another desperate moan from you. 

What other women said about him is true. Before your paths crossed, you had listened to them without thinking much of it. But now, as he is using you as his personal cum dumpster against the wall of some run-down bar in Tokyo, you know they were right.

How Toji Fushiguro's stamina is as endless as the arsenal of cursed tools in his possession.

How he doesn't stop until his semen overwrite your own blood, marking you permanently as his.

How lewd is the sound of skin slapping against skin, muscular thighs colliding with your quivering ones in the dead of the night.

But they didn't warn you about his peculiarities, oh no.

Truth is, nobody managed to keep him interested in them for as long as you did. Hell, you still do.

You have him wrapped around your little finger, and he knows it. And a part of him loves it, being desired beyond limits, free to act upon his most twisted urges without the fear of judgement. 

Those sluts he had sex with before are nothing compared to the real deal. You.

Toji is grinning like the maniac he is when his digits pry open your lower lips, stretching them further while he's still buried deep inside your aching pussy. For a moment, the man sees how far he's driven himself into you through the bulge in your lower tummy and groans under his breath. You're so fucking perfect.

You clench around him in response, whipping your head around to see why he’s bucking into you so slowly. It's sloppy, the pace he's just set, and the Sorcerer Killer never half-asses anything.

So why- 

You don’t seem to understand what’s happening until a blunt object between your flush bodies comes out to play, and your hitched breath doesn’t go unnoticed. Startled, you look down to see the familiar shape of Toji's cursed spirit snaking around his leg and up to the hip bone, poking your entrance already full of his master’s cock.

Nope. No way I’m going to indulge him on this one you think to yourself.

"This really won't fit." you say in a daze, but the man hears you the same. And betrayal is around the corner, the first to fall your body, arching on its own at the sensation of the worm’s spongy head delving deeper. Your juices, mixed with Toji’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt, smeared all over it as it rubs itself in the ache between your legs and you gulp, ready to be smothered.

But it’s never enough, not when it comes to Fushiguro.     

Apparently your eyes are speaking louder than words because the man’s gaze is on you before you can look away. His green eyes bore a hole in you, and if he really does, you’re sure he’d find a way to clog it as well with his fingers, his mouth or some other tool of his.

“Aww, my girl wants to back off now? Too bad you can’t,” he coos, faux concern in his tone but it suddenly rises in volume when the hand still on your body. the one that nullified your clothes, slides down to where the cursed spirit is. He strokes it like he would with his cock, and something in the way he does so sends jolts of electricity down your spine.

“You can, girl. Also, we’ve been working non-stop for weeks. Let it take the edge off the stress too, would ya?”

That last sentence blows the air out of your lungs and under your scorching stare, Toji’s finger brushes the worm’s body, motioning for it to move. 

It lasts a second, but it’s more than enough, because the curse pushes into you altogether. It splits you open and you let out a scream. You spread your legs wider to accommodate both, but the stretch is still clawing from within, and it burns with every inch the spirit adds to Toji’s girth. Coated as they are in your releases, the man behind you simply laughs in ecstasy before his dominant hand finds your hair, pushing you flush against the wall again as he resumes pistoning into your pussy with force.

This time, the cursed spirit joins in and all you manage to mumble are strings of Toji's name dying on your lips when his other hand covers flies up to border one of your tits.

The coil in your stomach jumps up and down with each jerk of his in you, the cursed worm following his master’s movements to bring you closer to fold for them.

You do bend forward more for Toji to yank at your roots harder, eliciting sweet sounds from you, until his mouth is on you once more. The scarred tissue surrounding the scar scratches the back of your neck, just like the black shirt he still has on — but everything fades in the background with him so close.

You won’t last long.

“Do you want to cum? Does it feel good to be stuffed like this, uhm?”

“Yes, yes. Tojiii” whining, you stare at him dead in the eye, but lose momentum the second the worm’s head slips off just to dive back in you. Words are trapped in your throat, yet another feeble plea escapes you and hearing that, Toji’s smirk gets bigger.

“Go on, then. Make a mess.”

The softness of his pitch-black locks contrasts with the roughness, tautness of his muscles as he leans closer, his cock and cursed spirit stilling into you as you come with your head falling back on his shoulder, eyelids shut and mouth open. 

That sight alone brings Toji to his own release, and he gets so lost in the feeling of you squeezing his cock that he never stops fucking into you, not even when he spurts creamy ropes in your spasming cunt. That’s why he misses you biting your lower lip, mewling in overstimulation as you squirt all over him.

But when his gaze gets fixated on your parted legs, finally coming down from his high, he takes a double look and the shit-eating grin plastered on his face is the first thing you see after he and the worm slip out and flips you around. 

Before you can say anything his mouth is on yours in a hungry kiss, tongues battling for dominance as his fingers gather your arousal on them, both amused and proud. He steps back enough for you to catch your breath, but not far enough for him to miss your cheeks burning, taunted by the scene before your eyes.

Toji’s digits rest on his tongue, licking them clean as the dim lights of the streetlights show you the wicked man moaning at the taste of your juices.

His eyes soften as he chuckles, “Guess I’ll have to fuck you more often with my cursed spirit if I get you to squirt.

Let’s go steal some clothes now.

I can't have my girl walking around naked.” 

© azanthys — do not copy, translate or share my works.

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•°His Perfect Little Wife °•

Nanami turning feral over your submissive domestic ways.

• CW : Nanami being a slightly hard Dom, Rough sex, pet names, impact play [If you squint], Cursing, Cervix touching.

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Nanami Kento was considered a very upkept man. His colleagues could tell you that they have honestly never seen him discombobulated, or angry or disorganized. Some would say he was the 'perfect' man. He always came in with his calm, cool and collected manner. It was envious that he never seemed to have trouble in his life.

Hair combed back, suit clean and pressed to perfection. Coffee, just the way he liked it, in hand and all documents organized in folders, perfectly set so that he could have a perfect day without any disruptions to his continuous everyday cycle. They always asked him how he did it. How he was able to always have a smooth, uninterrupted day.

And to put it in the most simplistic way that he could, he always replied with a very simple answer. You.

Now to most of his colleagues, they couldn't quite understand what he would mean. How could a simple housewife, who possibly did nothing at home, make sure this very successful man had a perfect day almost every day.

Nanami, of course, never went into detail. Men were greedy, especially these men. He would never give them the many details about how you always turn him into the most discombobulated man ever by just being a good wife.

Even now, his cock was straining in his suit pants with a never ending need for you. You were so on schedule and so on point for him. Always getting up at 6:30 to get his clothes and suit case ready, soon after, starting his breakfast so that by the time he's out of the shower, you both can eat together.

Making his lunch and filling his thermos with coffee so he can take it to work with him. He loved that he never had to take care of the small things in life. You made it easier for him to focus on the bigger picture. You made it easier for him to take care of you. He always made sure that you were well taken care of and the simple fact that you took care of his home, even his smallest of needs, made him work harder to please you.

You were perfect. You were his.

He would've never considered himself a possessive man, but that was until you entered his life, and as much as he would love to brag about you and show you off, something in his just wouldn't allow him to share anything about you. Of course you've been seen with him on occasions, but Nanami never brought you up if he didn't have too. And when anyone would ask about you, specifically a male, he would always give cold answers, his irritation growing quickly.

Apart of him hated you for how out-of-place you made him feel, and that pent up aggression would always be released upon your soft body.

God, your body. He loved how soft you were compared to his rough and hard one. He loved the way his hands sunk into your flesh. Your plump thigh that he loved to grab and squish.

The fullness of your tits (small boobs can be full too!) ,down to the plumply flesh of your ass.

But his favorite was the soft, delicious set of lips that you held between your legs.

"Nanami? You alright there bud?" He didn't realize he had spaced out. Mostly caught up in his head over all the things he would do to you when he got home. He was sweating but his face kept a stoic expression, but no doubt he knew they knew.

For the first time in years, they had just witnessed Nanami acting out of place. Anger silently crept and soon you were going to be at the end of it's wrath.

It was your fault for being so perfect.

Looking at the clock, Nanami quickly grabbed all his stuff, stuffing whatever he could into his briefcase, before he left without saying another word. Gojo cackling in the back ground at his sudden lack of composure. If anyone knew about how you made Nami feel, it would him.

Quickly getting into his car, he sped off, racing home to you.

•

There you were. Slaving away over the hot stove, just too have a nice dinner ready for when he got home. Sadly it wasn't ready as Nanami didn't have to come home for another hour.

He stood there watching you move back and forth. Seasoning whatever meat you decided on for tonight.

You were in a pair of black booty shorts and a regular sports bra that nicely lifted your breast. He couldn't help but give you a once over. Shamelessly letting his eyes fall down your legs then back up, stopping at your ass, before his eyes landed on the back of your head.

Some would say he's being creepy but to him, he was just admiring the woman who chose him to be her husband. You were his and he was going to look and appreciate your beauty whenever he could.

Blood rushed to his groin making him grip his hard-on. It was so hard and ready to be seathed in his second home that resided in the neighborhood of your legs. He thought about the many times he had came home to ravish you. Bent over the bathtub that you were cleaning. On top of the washer machine as you did his laundry. Over the table you had just set for dinner, shit, he fucked you all over the house.

You were unaware that your husband was home. To busy fixing dinner and finishing the rest of your chores to notice. It wasn't until you had bent over, opening your oven to place the stuffed chicken inside. It was faint, and if you could identify the sound it would've been the faintest sound of a zipper pulling down.

You shot up, quickly turning to face the noise. Your breath hitched seeing your husband home so early. "Hi honey, how was work?" You asked, glancing at your phone to check the time.

He was about 45 minutes early which was unusual. When he didn't respond, you faced him again with worry. "What's wrong baby?" A pout graced your lips as you caressed his sweaty face.

"Oh my God, your hot and sweaty! What happened?" Panick filled you. Your husband was home early, not responding, hot and sweaty. You've never seen him like this unless he –

Wait. . .

You glanced down at his undone suit pants, he dick already out and throbbing with need. You could clearly see the shiny bead forming at his tip.

'Fuck' you thought to yourself, 'he's never come home like this before. What the hell happened.'

You lift your gaze to meet his eyes. A soft gasp left your lips. You knew this was serious, seeing as his glasses were already off. No time to think, a hand gripped your throat. A squeal leaving your lips at the same time your arousal started to leak. As if your body was reacting to his. The same intensity, the same heat.

You could feel sweat start to form under your pits as well as your forehead. Nanami placed his warm lips against yours with so much passion. Sucking and biting them. Tasting them like it was his last meal. He backed you into the nearest counter, picking you up but your fat and placing you on top of it. Slowly making love to your tongue with his, he let his other hand drift to the inside of your panties. Finding your little pleasure nub, rubbing with just enough friction.

"Ah!" You moaned out only for it to be caught abd muffled by your lust-filled husband. Nanami felt your slick gathering — hiding behind your folds and sliding down to your entrance. He took this chance to plunge his two middle fingers inside your wet cavern, quickly finding his favorite spot to play with.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" You couldn't help but break from his mouth to wail out profanities. He was fucking you so good with his fingers that you already had the urge to cum.

Clenching and un-clenching in a repeated cycle over and over again. "Are you gonna cum for me baby? Yea?"

"Yesss Nami! Fuck!" You screamed, making him chuckle. He loved that you were being compliant today. Usually he would have to pull it out of you, but today was different. She knew he needed control. She knew he didn't need anything to make him feel worse than he did.

He had lost control today, and you were going to let him fuck you to get it back. To help him sate his lust and find composure. First he needed to hear you.

"Who's pussy is this baby?" He thrust his fingers deeper in you, but at a slower pace. pushing you to the edge but not over. "Pleaseeee Nami! You know it's yours!"

He sent a smack to your back side. "I didn't ask what I know, I asked you who's is it my pretty little wife." Nanami pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you had a chance to deepen it, making you whine for him.

Sometimes you hated when he acted like this, you hated not getting what you wanted, and that was rare, but the other side of loved his torment. You loved knowing that you were the only one who could make him this way. "It's yours daddy."

"You're such a good girl, and do you know what good girls get?" He spoke to you in a deep husky voice. You loved it. You loved how it made you feel.

Your pussy throbbed around his finger and your pretty sure he felt it. "Good girls get to cum." He smirked, working his fingers faster and faster and faster until the damn broke.

"Ahhh yesssss!" You pulled him closer to you as your hips undulated with every thrust of his fingers. Nanami felt his hand drenched as your essence shot from your swollen wet pussy.

"You made such a mess baby, see? Look." Taking his hand, he smeared your juices on your face before pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

You didn't even have time to catch your breath before he did. He pulled you down from the counter, turned and bent you over the same said counter top. Folding your arms behind your back, he plunged his hot dick inside your spasming cunt. "Ah! Nami! Be g-gentle!"

But he doesn't. Instead he fucked you harder, faster. Deep calculated thrust that penatrated the deepest parts of your canal. Every thrust caused you to stand on the tips of your toes. He was hurting you, yes, but it was a pleasurable pain. A welcomed pain.

He pressed his cock into your cervix as he was fully seathed inside you. He was fueled by every 'ugh' and 'ah yes' you made. Driving deeper into you just to hear you scream 'Daddy!" Everytime.

"Please daddy! It's too deep, it hurts!" You cried out. Your pussy was pulsing as you came, and he was riding your wave to his peak. No matter how much you wanted him to come, he took his sweet time getting there. He loved hearing you beg, to scream his name.

He was feral, and it was all your fault.

With a few more quick thrusts, he stilled himself, shooting his warm seed deep into your womb. You felt it coating your insides — even spilling from your throbbing heat.

"Whew. . ." You felt your husband's breath on your back. He was breathing heavy. He rubbed up and down your back, caressing your asscheeks whenever he could.

"Sorry my precious little flower. I promise to make it up to you."

And he would. How could he not. You were his precious little wife.

And he loved his precious little wife.

couple that play together, stay together 😌🤞🏽

short drabble

eren def jerks off to only videos of you when he’s away for work. either if it’s your tiktok videos, boomerangs, the normal videos he took of u, the goofy ones.. or his favorite. the ones of u two having sex.

his fav video of all though, is the one you sent him a week ago. it was you, fucking yourself with a pink vibrator eren bought you. your whimpers and moans sent him to the fucking moon.

“rennie..” you whisper. eren groans, pumping his thick dick.

“i’m here, mama.” he replies. as if it’s not a recording.

“oh fuck.. oh my god!” a pretty moan comes out your pretty plump lips. eren smacks his cock on his screen, “cant wait to fuck your gorgeous ass again.” he says to himself.

“i’m cummin’, i’m cummin..” you say. your legs shaking and uncontrollably moaning.

eren cums all over his hand when you say his name during your orgasm. his cum reaching his chest.

you turn off the vibrator, not wanting to overstimulate yourself.

you turn the camera towards your face, kissing it.

“miss you, baby. i love you” you smile before ending the video.

eren smiles at the ending and goes to clean himself up. texting you after.

hubby

miss you ma

wifey

i wanna sit on your face when u get home

daddy eren🫶🏽🥺😫🥹

MUSICIAN! EREN AS A DAD😭😭?

ayooooo!!! 😭🥹🥹😭 listen, not only would the entire world have to stop when his child is born but that would one hundred percent, without a shadow of a doubt..be his twinnem! First and foremost, this man would bawl his eyes out the second he finds out you’re pregnant. He’d be absolutely thrilled that he’s going to be a father..running to tell all his boys about it and literally happy as hell. Right away, he starts working on a nursery, getting things ready and of course, waiting on his darling wife hand and foot. Attends all the appointments, makes sure you’re okay..like superrr involved in the process. Once that little bundle of joy is here, Eren is a completely different man. That dumb boy you had to drag out of the studio some nights? No more. He’d got his little angel on his chest, swaddled up in a blanket in bed so you can get some rest. When he does have to work, he doesn’t want to be away from his baby too long so he’s ready to finish up and get back to them ASAP! Never misses an opportunity to remind everyone he’s a father now. You don’t have to ever worry about a thing. Some nights, when his child is crying and you’re too exhausted, he’ll sneak into the nursery and rock them back to sleep. You’ll hear his beautiful voice all the way down the hall, helping soothe the baby and you just want to tear up because he really is the greatest dad ever. When they get older, he’s taking them everywhere with him. The little mini me tugging at his pant leg and trailing behind wherever he goes. And yes, he definitely would have your child in the studio with him, sitting on his lap and learning to mix and master songs. “And see, that button makes it get louder.” (he can’t help himself, really.) Also, he’d sneak them things that you said they couldn’t have. “We’re not supposed to have candy for breakfast but don’t tell momma..” and pleaseee don’t get me started on the fits. If you thought you were spoiled, oh, y’all’s kid would be the flyest in the room at ALL times. Jordan’s, Rick Owens..I mean, DRESSED, just like mommy and daddy. His baby would never have to want for anything and neither would you. He would be so happy to have a family of his own and strive to be the best dad ever.