Best Birthday Gift!!

best birthday gift!!

All For You | Eren Yeager x fem reader

˚wc: 3k ·˚tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + modern au + mentions of children since you and Eren are parents + preestablished relationship + repost from my old blog + not beta read! ·˚cw: milf! reader + dilf! Eren + mommy kink + lactation kink + switch! Eren + unprotected sex + sixty-nine + public teasing + facial + cum eating + gagging + fluff + finger sucking + ball-sucking + hotel sex + overstimulation + fingering + nipple play + breeding + praising + scratching + biting + hair pulling + roughish sex + creampie + fellatio + cunnilingus + Eren puts you in a full nelson + all of this is a purely self-indulgent old birthday fic I wrote for myself.

·˚synopsis: Eren understands what it's like being a parent, and he knows you work super hard with the twins and coming back from giving birth to them not long ago, he just wants to spoil you for your birthday, after all, it's what you deserve.

“Thanks, Zeke for watching the twins, we really appreciate it.” Eren clapped his brother’s shoulder and smiled looking down at your two children who stared up at him with eyes so much like your husbands, green and bright that more times than not pulled you into whatever their plans were.

“No thanks needed, I love hanging out with my niece and nephew.” Zeke smiled bending at his knees to pick up the two squealing toddlers who reached for his blonde locks tugging on the strands in tiny fists.

“And they love their Uncle Zeke, and just so you’re aware we won’t be back until tomorrow morning.”

Zeke nodded his head tickling Ella under her chin glancing at Eren with a grin, “Does that mean I get another niece?” He laughed along with her.

“Or a nephew, who knows-” Eren cut off when he heard you walk into the living room, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, his mouth dropped slightly feeling heat pool into his cheeks and his groin. “Holy sh-moly you look absolutely stunning tonight baby.”

You smiled walking towards them with your arms open hugging your husband first pressing a kiss to his cheek, “And you look very handsome, also good catch.” You laughed running your fingers through his chocolate hair before turning to Noah and Ella who reached their arms out for you.

“My other sweet babies, you two really do look like your daddy, huh?” You asked nuzzling your head against theirs hearing a click.

Eren snapped a picture with a wide grin, “My three favorite people,” He looked at Zeke, “I can’t forget you, so my four favorite people.”

“Uncle!” Ella cried reaching for him again, you watched her wrapped little arms around his neck as you let Izo’s head rest against your shoulder.

“You two be good or your uncle will call out the tickle monster.” You laughed warming Eren’s heart.

It was love at first sight for him, the moment he saw you at some dinner you attended with one of your friends it was over for him, his heart felt like it belonged to you, turns out he’s right.

“Okay, we better get going if we want to make it,” Eren said placing his hand on the small of your back guiding you to the front door.

“Have a good time!” Zeke called out waving. You waved back then followed Eren who grinned.

A giggle escaped your lips as he opened the car door for you before fixing his shirt, “So, tell me, Ren, what do you have planned?”

He laughed deeply bending down leaning in the car, the smell of his cologne filling the cabin and your senses dampening your panties, “Wouldn’t you like to know sweetheart? That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

You sat back in the seat pulling your seat back on as Eren slid in the driver’s seat, head turned to you he grabbed your chin gently guiding your mouth to his for a quick chaste kiss that still left your heart beating rapidly in your chest, it was all you could do not to deepen the kiss and tug on his brown roots tasting the cool mint coating his tongue.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it. I promise.” Eren smiled grabbing your hand kissing your knuckles watching the road. You sat nervously and anxiously looking on each side of the street, “Ren, you know I’m not good with surprises, tell me.” You begged glancing at him.

“Keep begging like that and play your cards right sweetheart I’ll tell you but the latter part of the night is what we’re looking forward to most.” His teeth nibbled on tip of your fingers sending shocks to your gushing cunt, you pressed your legs together trying to relieve some of the pressure that kept building. Eren noticed the subtle movements laughing earning a glare from you.

“Something funny?”

He shook his head pulling down a side street towards a packed club, parking the car next to the curb he looked at you capturing your jaw in his large hand, “Be a good girl and I’ll make sure tonight is a night you won’t ever forget.”

A sigh left your lips wanting to reach out and touch him, even after all the years and growing older he never looked better. His hair is now shaggy and a little shorter than what you saw in all those years ago, skin calloused from training but the one thing that never changed is the look in his eyes he gets when he stares at you, heart stilling in his chest and breath catching in his throat.

To him, you’re a masterpiece.

You had no choice but to follow him out on the crowded sidewalk holding his hand resting your head on his arm, “You’re such a wonderful husband Eren, I’m so grateful.” He smiled widely looking at you, pink tinging his cheeks.

“And you’re such a wonderful wife, I couldn’t ask for a better person to spend the rest of my life with.”

It couldn’t be helped the grin that put a pep in your step walking with Eren into the club, music blasted from each corner sending a pulse through the air mixed with the smell of alcohol, “Where did you find this place?” You asked looking around squeezing his hand.

“Armin told me about it, well I overheard him talking to Jean about it. I figured you would like it, am I right?”

“You are.”

With a kiss pressed against his lips you pulled away watching his eyes darken, “Ah, I know you would like it. I just want to make sure you have the best birthday ever honey, you deserve it more than you know.”

Your heart swelled as Eren guided you to the bar ordering your drink and water for him, “I sure hope you don’t try to get me drunk.” You teased leaning against the oak bar crossing your arms over your chest, his eyes traveled down to your cleavage leaving a bulge in his jeans, “Your tits look so full of milk, should I nurse from you mommy?” Eren asked leaning in whispering letting his teeth graze your earlobe sending a shiver through you.

“Ren.” Your voice was low and sultry as your tongue peeked through your lips licking them slowly as he watched your movements groaning.

“We’re supposed to have fun not fuck in public, you know?”

“I thought that’s why we came here, huh?” You asked popping your wet lips before turning around grabbing the shot glass throwing it back, “Woah, well, okay.” Eren watched letting you grab his hand tugging him to the dance floor.

With your back pressed against his chest, you felt yourself getting lost in the moment, his hands roamed over each dip of your body, fingers digging in your hips grinding your ass against his crotch, you linked your fingers with his guiding his hands higher up cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress brushing against your nipples feeling them pebble.

It didn’t matter if people were watching the brazen display of affection or dry humping, the others were doing the same lost in their own haze of the music and alcohol coursing through their system. Eren was your drug, he set your heart ablaze with so many emotions and he felt the same way about you. It was a no-brainer on how much your husband loved you, it was easily seen through his actions and words.

He whispered your name cupping your ass, “You’re so sexy, everything about you. I want to worship each inch of your skin, and show you how Goddess like you should be treated.”

His words mixed with the heavy feeling in your stomach pooling in your limbs weighing them down, it was intoxicating the way his hands ghosted over your breasts again then over your hips down to the front of your thighs pushing them open, “Ren, you’re skating on thin ice.” You giggled turning in his arms slinging both arms around his neck.

“Oh? Am I? Using my nickname like that turns me on you know that.”

Your eyes narrowed in slits threading your fingers through his hair pulling on the roots eliciting a groan deep in his throat, “Was that a groan I just heard Ren?” You teased palming his crotch feeling how hard he was. Your pussy clenched when you felt him throb under your touch.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Eren looked around before grabbing your hand pulling you through the dance floor and outside, “I planned to stay a bit longer and let you enjoy yourself but I can’t say no when you look at me like that.” He laughed bringing your hand to his mouth sliding in your ring finger in his mouth swirling his tongue around the tip.

You stood next to the car watching him with glazed eyes panting, your lips slick with spit, and your heart beating fast. “I’m enjoying myself right now.” Came your breathy reply.

Using your free hand you fisted it in his shirt tugging him closer pulling your finger out, reaching to open the door but he was quicker grabbing your wrist, “Let me open your door madam.” He bowed at the waist with his arm tucked under his chest, you couldn’t help but laugh and get in the car growing excited with each passing second. Settled behind the wheel Eren pulled away from the curb placing his hand on your knee slowly inching higher and higher until he reached the hem of your panties snapping the band.

“Just wait until we get to our spot, I have it all set up for my queen.”

Another smile split your lips as he pulled into the parking lot of a hotel, “Fancy, you went all out didn’t you?” You asked letting him open your door holding your hand.

“Of course, anything for you doll.”

Hand in hand you stared at the modern lobby, everything set in dark tones with gold throughout the decor. Eren walked past the front desk towards the hallway until he reached the last door on the right, “When did you get this room?” You asked holding on to the hem of his shirt while he unlocked it pushing it open exposing a large room matching the dark theme of the lobby.

A King size bed sat in the middle covered in rose petals along with a card and small bouquet of flowers, on the other wall held a large hot tub shaped in a heart, petals sat on the edge along with two flutes and champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.

“Oh, Ren, you did this all for me?” You asked whirling around to face him feeling tears prick at your eyes rolling down your cheeks in streams. He smiled widely pulling you in a hug kissing the top of your head wrapping his arms around your back.

“All for you, that’s not all I have.” He murmured trailing kisses all over your face until his lips finally met with yours with an explosive feeling swirling between the both of you, it was a race to see who could tug each other’s clothes off, it was easier for him to slip your dress off tossing it behind him not caring where it landed.

Eren didn’t stop until you were naked pressing your body against his desperate for his expert touch.

“Greedy tonight, aren’t we?” He asked pulling a whine from you gently walking backward with his hands anchored on your waist pushing you on the bed, he stood at the end of the bed naked and proud with his fist around his thick cock, pre-cum pearled on the flushed head. Scrambling up in a sitting position you leaned forward with an open mouth hearing him tut, “This isn’t for me, and as much as I love you sucking my cock honey I want to please you.”

Eren laid you back down on the bed settling in between your legs fitting perfectly, you could feel his dick press against your stomach, hot and heavy. “Ren!” You whined raking your nails down his back leaning up sinking your teeth in his shoulder, there are a few things that he loves, and using it to your advantage you tugged on his hair again pulling his head back.

“Such a good boy.” You cooed earning a soft grunt from him as he mindlessly rutted against you dipping his head down hissing feeling your nails dig in his flesh leaving your mark behind because it was a no-brainer all the other moms at drop off stare at your husband, you don’t blame them.

“I want to be your good boy, can I nurse from you mommy?” He whined breathlessly kissing down your chest to your aching breasts, his hands pawed at them gently massaging.

Milk beaded on your nipples the more he kneaded, feeling salvia pool in his mouth he leaned down lapping up the sweet liquid before latching around suckling drawing the milk with a loud groan, the tension being released had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he trailed his other hand down to your cunt circling your clit trailing wet sloppy kisses to your other nipple nursing.

You buried your fingers in his soft hair looking down at him with a smile, “You’re doing such a good job, keep going baby.” You kept your voice soft even when he slid two fingers inside you going straight for your g-spot while his thumb worked against your clit. Eren was losing control feeling the way you responded to him, it was everything he had not to flip you over and fuck you stupid but this isn’t for him, all he’s been able to think about is pleasing you.

He pulled away from your nipple with a soft wet pop, milk mixed with drool trickled down his chin. His eyes were half shut as he kept rutting his hips trying to find some friction, “Can you sit on my face?” He asked in between sloppy kisses, his tongue swiping in your mouth.

“Anything for you.” You murmured cupping his cheeks before pulling away letting Eren lay down taking your place, swinging your leg over his head you held your cunt inches above his mouth teasing him, he grunted pulling you down from your hips. Tongue settled between your lips he lapped at your clit without a care in the world, the squelching sound filled the hotel room.

Eren could feel your slick drip down the sides of his face soaking the blanket underneath him making his cock throb, bending down you swirled your tongue around his head as he did earlier with your finger.

He couldn’t get enough of you eating like a man who never had something so good, and you gagging on his cock with your eyes closed, your toes curled each time he sucked on your clit letting his dick sit on your tongue too focused on your own pleasure.

You bucked your his fucking his mouth chasing your orgasm that you’ve felt finally snap flooding you with tingles and Eren’s mouth, he kept lapping at you digging his fingers in your hips holding you down tongue fucking you through it, “Eren! Fuck!” You cried kissing down his shaft gently sucking on his balls sending thick ropes of cum over your face, he grunted loudly with each pulse.

Both of you panted heavily trying to recover from the first orgasm as you rolled off of him laying next to him giggling cleaning your face off, “I can’t focus on anything when you do that.” You said elbowing him playfully.

“It’s hard for me sometimes too so I sit there with your pussy in my mouth and my dick just sits in yours like a thermometer.”

“Eren Yeager!” You laughed laying on your side to look at him, he followed suit cupping your cheek bringing you in for a soft gentle kiss, “You love my jokes, but we’re far from being done, sweetie.”

He rolled to his back, “I want you to get in reverse cowgirl and lay back on my chest, put your legs in a v.” He demanded watching you get up grinning.

“Bossy, aren’t we? Just a few minutes you were begging to nurse from me.”

“I like being both now get into position.”

You both laughed straddling his hips facing the TV at the end of the bed then laid back on his chest raising your legs in a v, Eren snaked his arms under the back of your knees pulling your legs back and spreading your cunt open for him and locking his fingers behind your neck successfully putting you in a full nelson.

You could feel his cock press against your slick entrance before slowly sliding in stuffing you full, each inch that went in you felt the stretch of him until he bottomed out.

His balls hung heavy with each thrust upward, he kept the pace slow at first sucking on your earlobe, “You look so good like this.” He moaned thrusting in and out fast hearing the bed creak, you let out a broken moan with each snap of his hips tightening the ball of pleasure growing rapidly, your cunt fluttered around him feeling his cock slide almost all the way out before filling you again.

Eren loved mixing up the speeds hearing the different moans and sighs that you let go, your eyes felt hazy as you tried to keep them open whining loudly.

“Mommy, you hug my cock so well, going to fill you up give you another baby.” He slurred drunk on the way your pussy squeezed him, picking up the pace again he felt his balls tighten with another orgasm, this time he came in you deeply, feeling it dribble out of your pulsing cunt. His hips losing control with his climax overstimulating himself fucking you through it.

“Eren!”

The last thrust of his hips undid your second orgasm, body going limp against his chest breathing heavily, you craned your head to the side catching your breath feeling him slowly fucking you again before pulling out, he helped you roll to your side rubbing your back before kissing your shoulder, “Are you feeling okay?” He asked.

You nodded your head then sat up looking at the hot tub, “I think it’s time we get in that.”

Eren smiled rolling off the bed he helped you up kissing the back of your hand, “I hope you’re having a fantastic birthday.”

You smiled staring at your husband lovingly feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach, “I am, thank you so much, Ren. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled pulling you in a hug.

·˚reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and it helps me produce more for y'all to read!! and it's totally free which is the best part! reading comments or the tags in a reblog really keeps me writing <3

I don’t know why but I woke up thinking about this moment

We went crazy over this because of the lip and chains 😮‍💨

ouuuu yesss!!

backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

© rumisgf

joe’s little tantrum 😭😍

that’s so hot…

heyy idk if you do requests but if you do, can you PLEASE do plug!eren or plug!connie actually using or aiming his glock at someone 😩 n y/n gets so turned on

hello bb the answer to both your questions is yes!!! requests are always open but i might take a while to get to them <\3 btw idk why i make jean the villain in almost every eren fic i write i literally love him sm

this is 18+///cw include: black coded reader, drug usage, slight possessiveness, MAJOR GUN KINK, kinda cervix fucking, more bad writing

it was very rare for eren to use his glock ever. yes he was a dealer but he tried to keep the violence of that lifestyle out of his and your lives. your safety was his top priority and he’d be damned if you got hurt because of something that had to do with him, but of course the one time he had to use it you were with him witnessing everything.

everything was going perfect. the two of you were walking back from the park blazed and full from the sandwiches and other snacks you packed for your picnic. eren had his arm wrapped around your shoulders while yours was wrapped around his waist, your other hand swinging the small wicker basket you used to carry the food back and forth.

“aye eren!” you heard someone yell instantly feeling eren tense up. you looked to the side but eren kept you straight picking up his walking pace, “just keep walking” he spoke in a hushed tone pulling your body incredibly close to his. “what you ignoring me now jaeger? what’s the rush to get home?” you heard the person yell once again and now you were beginning to worry.

you’d never seen eren be so skittish before and it made the uneasy feeling in your stomach grow bigger by the second, increasing tenfold when you realized these people had no intentions of leaving you alone. “what do you want jean?” eren spoke in a monotone voice never once looking over or stopping his fast face. you nearly tripped over you feet when you heard eren say the persons name. eren was a very unproblematic man never being the one to entertain pointless arguments, but there was something about jean that made eren want to pop a cap in his every time he heard his voice.

“heard you were talking a lot a shit, there something you need to say to my face playboy?” eren could’ve easily handled this by pulling him out the car and beat his ass but he held himself back, fearing that this side you’ve never seen of him would be too much to handle. eren made a vow to himself one night after the two of you smoked —still friends and still getting acquainted— that he would never involve you in this life. the thought of any of the sketchy weirdos he’s met making you uncomfortable makes him homicidal to say the least.

“nothing that i already haven’t said to your face playboy now if you don’t mind i’m busy,” your heart was now beating incredibly fast and your mind was racing a mile a minute you hadn’t even noticed the bruising grip eren now had on your arm. jean kissed his teeth looking you up and down, “oh i see…this your bitch here? why don’t you send her my way when you’re done i like em’ thick too.” eren stopped dead in this tracks whipping your body behind him as he turned toward jeans car and that’s when you felt it. the glock 43 you thought he usually kept in his glove box or safe tucked behind his back.

“fuck did you say?” eren asked his voice dropping two octaves. at this point all he could see was red. it was one thing to roll up on a man and his woman but it was a whole other thing to lust after her and call her a bitch right in front of his face.

“i said send your bitch my way when you’re done.”

it all happened so fast. one minute to you holding onto eren for dear life, the next you were pushed away eren now holding the glock right in jeans face. it was a clean shot right between the eyes. now of course eren knew better knowing jean wasn’t even worth the murder charge, but jean didn’t know that. “woah woah- hey i was just playin’ eren!” the smirk jean was once sporting now gone and replaced with a look of pure fear. “i tried giving you a chance to leave but you never know when to quit to do you?” eren chuckled dryly his index finger resting lightly on the trigger.

jean didn’t even get a chance to respond before eren told him to get the fuck on leaving an obnoxious tire screech behind him. the ringing in his ears had stopped his attention now solely focused on making sure you were okay. eren tucked the glock away once more turning to you, “i’m sorry i did that he just gets on my nerves so fucking bad and then him calling you a bitch just-“ he was cut off by you bringing him in for a soul searing kiss. “it’s okay eren really, thank you for sticking up for me” you gave him another kiss lightly sucking on his bottom lip.

eren chuckled grabbing you lightly by your jaw, “don’t tell me that shit got you in the mood” he asked in a teasing tone running his thumb over your lips. “maybe just a little” you giggled pressing a small kiss to his thumb before taking it into your mouth lightly sucking. “oh really? let’s get you home then i’ll take care of you ma.”

not even 20 minutes later eren had you bent over on the couch in his apartment moaning and whining like a bitch in heat. “erennn” you whimpered bringing a hand back to push against his pelvis but eren just smacked your hand away with his free hand while the other held blunt. after the jean situation eren needed to regroup and what better way to do that than pussy and a blunt???

he glanced at the glock that sat on the coffee table a sadistic smirk gracing his kiss swollen lips. eren grabbed you by your throat pushing your body flush against his chest, “hold this for me will you?” he asked setting the blunt between your lips. suddenly you felt something hard and cold press against the side of your head and you immediately knew what it was. “oh shit you like that huh? felt you get real tight around me,” he grunted snatching the blunt from your trembling lips. “y-yes i love it” you sighed dreamily moving your hips to meet his shallow thrusts.

eren set the blunt in a nearby ashtray before wrapping his hand around your throat while the hand holding the glock pressed it harder against your head. “god what do you think people would say if they found out you get turned on watching me threaten people with this? or how you’re on the verge of cumming just from me holding it to your fucking head huh?” you didn’t even have an answer to his question not because you were too embarrassed to answer, but because the combination of his tip brushing against your cervix, the glock against your head, and his rough grip on your neck left you a brainless drooling mess.

you were slightly brought back into reality when you felt the cool metal of the glock press against your lips, immediately opening your mouth to let him slide it in. “i know how much you like when i do this so go ‘head baby suck it like it’s my dick,” eren chuckled darkly nibbling on the lobe of your ear. your knees were becoming terribly weak and if it wasn’t for eren holding you up by your neck you would’ve fallen fast first into the couch cushions.

four orgasms later eren had finally let up giving you a break before he started the next round. he was now on his back while you sat on his dick, a blunt being passed between the two of you. “suck it one more time f’me wanna get this shit on camera,” he giggled taking a hit of the blunt while his other hand held his phone. “okay okay since you asked so nicely,” you happily grabbed the glock once more licking it from the bottom of the barrel to the top suckling on the tip of it like you would his cock.

eren zoomed in on the way your plush lips sucked on the glock, swirling your tongue around it extra slowly making his dick twitch. you let go of the barrel with a lewd pop noise before setting it aside once more a bashful smile making its way onto your face.

“man i fucking love you y/n.”

hi! i was wondering if i could request something for joe burrow? specifically a smut request of angry jealous sex 🤭

❝don't blame me❞ - joe burrow x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask & don't blame me by taylor swift. hopefully, it's angry enough. y'all know i'm all sunshine, rainbows, and fluff. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope y'all enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ summary: joey gets jealous at a nightclub and shows you who you belong to.

─⋆♡ warnings: overstimulation, softdom!joey, smut, angst, 18+ black!writer, language, alcohol, D!NC, physical descriptors (brief), choking, spitting, claiming, rough smut, anal play, unprotected sex (i do not condone irl, wrap before you tap).

The music in the club vibrates through the bar beneath as the bartender refills the glasses with more tequila. I suck on the lime I plucked from behind the bar before listing the second round of shots. Just before I clink the glass with my best friend, she pauses. I open my mouth to ask her if everything is okay just to make sure, but I feel a hand on my waist before I do. 

She notices me freezing and looks behind me. “It’s just Joe,” she reassures before taking the second shot.

Setting my still-full glass down, I slowly turn around until Joe’s seafoam irises meet mine. “Hey, baby. You want to take a shot with us?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He shakes his head in response, squeezing my ass slightly. “If I drink, who’s going to make sure you get home?”

Bobbing to the music, I close my eyes feeling the tequila coursing through my veins. Turning around, I push my back into his crotch, lazily grinding on him. “I’m just trying to make sure you have fun. Besides, you never get drunk with me.”

He bends down, pressing a kiss on my neck. “And there’s a reason for that,” he murmurs against my skin.

He pushes me forward until I'm bending over the bar counter. “Whatever you say. You know you can't deny my persuasive ways.” 

I turn my head as he watches me grind on his growing bulge. After a few moments, I become eager to chat with Joe again. “Come dance with me,” I demand.

His hand snakes up the side of my body until it’s wrapped around my throat. “I don’t dance,” he growls in my ear.

I smile at his teasing, meeting his blazing dark eyes. After all, he always knew just what made me tick. “Well come be creepy and stand behind me while I twerk on you. Protect me from weird men,” I retort but he doesn’t budge.

My eyes flicker back and forth between his and when I realize he’s dead serious, I roll my eyes. Fed up with his bullshit, I dart into onto the crowded dance floor. My focus goes to a tall man who has been eyeing me the entire night. My finger curls, beckoning him over to me and he stalks over with a smirk on his face. “You’re cute. Dance with me,” I demand and he smiles, wrapping his hands around my body.

He practically humps me like a dog as we move through the crowd towards the dance floor. I flash one more mischievous smile at Joe before locking hands with the stranger and dancing with enough respectful space between us.

I’m surprised to find that he’s a surprisingly good dancer. He’s able to keep up with every step, seemingly anticipating my movements. I smile at him and he slides his hand up my waist, pulling me into his body. “You’re really hot,” he bends down and shouts over the music in my ear.

“I know,” I yell back in his ear. “I have a boyfriend,” I break the news to him.

He shrugs, seemingly not caring about my relationship status. “I don’t see him,” he counters, looking around.

My eyes survey the room after him, finding Joe cutting through the shadows to get over to me. When he stands in the spotlight, I see a clear detailed outline of his clenched jaw. “I’ll take it from here,” he grits.

The man looks up at my ridiculously huge boyfriend, scurrying away like a pussy in a heartbeat. My eyes squint at Joe and I put my hand on my hip. “Jealous?” I ask him.

Joe forcefully wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me closer to his face. “Nothing to be jealous of,” he seethes.

I lick my bottom lip, feeling an electric buzz in my brain from his grip on me. He seemingly notices how tight his hold is, releasing me and rubbing my neck. “Good. I know where home is,” I joke before pulling him towards another spot in the club.

I see his head fall back when he laughs, but the closer we get to the music, the more I’m unable to hear the sweet sound leave his lips. Turning around, I put his arm over my shoulder. Once we’re closer to the DJ stand, Joe grabs my hips and pulls me back into his chest. My hair goes wild in front of the big fan, and I push it out of my face. Liquid courage fills me, and I slowly start moving my hips to the music. Once I find my rhythm, I notice Joe moving in sync with me. 

“I thought you said you can’t dance,” I tilt my head and shout up to him. 

He bends down, licking a stripe up my neck. “I said I don’t dance. Never said I couldn’t,” he challenges, pushing me over until I put my hands on my knees.

My ass moves around in a circle over his bulge. Suddenly, he grabs my hips, pressing into me. I gasp as he ghosts my entrance with his clothed dick. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to have to give me an orgasm.” 

He smacks my ass as I continue dancing on him. “You don’t deserve one after that stunt you pulled. But maybe you can earn it back,” he growls, and my eyes go wide. So this is jealous Joe. He’s basically normal Joe, but his obsession with me has turned up to level 10.

We continue dancing in this position for a couple more songs, and I enjoy the feeling of his hands on me. This is the first time I’ve been in the club with him since his off-season is rare. It feels oddly freeing to know he’d hurt someone for me–to know I’m protected no matter what. 

The sound of him rapping behind me reaches my ears. “What do you know about this song, white boy?” I giggle. 

The song starts to change, and I turn around to face him. He presses me back until I’m trapped in between the wall and him. “I’m six years older than you, angel. I’ve had 6 years to go to clubs without you. I practically own this place. I know the music,” he states, running a thumb over my lips. 

His lips attack mine, and I moan into his mouth. The taste of alcohol lingers on his tongue as it wrestles with mine for dominance. My cunt is practically sizzling like an Applebee’s fajita, and I’m left breathless from the kiss. 

“Well, excuse me,” I stammer, trying to pull his lips back down to mine.

He pauses just before our lips touch, leaving me dizzy and ready to beg for him. “We’re going somewhere,” he breathes, turning around to drag me through the crowd.

I’m practically bouncing like an energizer bunny when we pass my best friend dancing with a random man. They watch us curiously and I shrug, trying not to trip on my own two feet as Joe swiftly leads us into the hall towards the bathroom. 

He forcefully pushes the girls' bathroom door open, making it slam into the wall. “Everybody get the fuck out,” he demands of the women standing at the mirror. 

They all scowl, but ultimately tuck their makeup back into their purses and scurry out of the room. As the bathroom empties out, he checks the stalls to make sure no one is still in there, then locks the main door. 

“You can’t just take away a girl's ability to pee for this,” I giggle as he stalks over to me.

“I can and I am,” he responds, not giving me time to respond again before his lips crush mine. 

His cold fingers trail up the inside of my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. A finger ghosts over my underwear and he puts pressure on my clit. “Fuck,” I moan into his mouth, and he bites my bottom lip. Suddenly, I remember this is the only girls' bathroom in the club and the guilt hits me. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” 

Our lips disconnect, and he swiftly lifts me on the counter, smirking. “I’m going to have what’s mine before you walk back out those doors.”

He drops to his knees in between my legs, gripping the underside of my thighs, and pulls me towards the edge of the counter. 

I’m spread out perfectly for him, and his breath ghosts over my clothed pussy. “Relax, angel. I’m gonna take care of you,” he hushes.

He stands, pushing my shoulders back so my upper body is vulnerable to him. He slowly unbuttons my shirt before diving in; kissing my chest and pulling my nipple into his mouth. He uses his tongue to swirl around my nipple, nipping at it slightly. I squirm and his grip around my waist tightens. His kisses slowly start trailing lower and lower, my anticipation increasing with each one. 

“Shit, Joey,” I whine, feeling his kisses finally reach the bottom of my stomach. He bunches up my skirt, hooking my panties around his fingers and pulling them down. 

I moan as he trails to the inside of my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. “You like it, angel? Making me mad?” Joe looks up at me, his lips leaving sparks in his wake. He grips my legs again, bringing me out of my haze. 

“Fuck yes. Please, Joey.” I squirm under his grip.

He resumes kissing the inside of my thighs. “Please what, Angel? Use your words.” He hovers over my pussy, blowing hot air onto my clit, sending shivers through my body. Oh my god.

I’m so close to crying at the teasing that I cover my face with my hands. “Please eat me out,” I whisper, so low that I barely hear myself. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.

Joe grabs my hands, removing them from my face, threading them through his hair. I look at him, shocked. “You will look at me when I devour you, angel,” he orders. Then his hands return to the underside of my thighs, hooking my legs around his neck. 

He takes two fingers, rubbing circles on my clit, spreading my wetness around. “Already so fucking ready for me, angel.” His fingers disappear, and I gasp when I feel him lick a long strip from my opening to my clit. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans into my pussy.

Finally, he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking as he pushes two fingers inside me. His fingers curl, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. I grind onto them as he pumps them in and out of me. “Joey,” I groan into the empty void of the night.

His pace doesn’t relent as I arch my back, taking his fingers deeper. “That’s it, angel. Take what you need from me, sweet girl,” he coaxes, hovering over my pussy and looking up at me with lustful eyes. I feel him spit on my pussy, letting the wetness drip down to his fingers as he quickens his pace. 

The pleasure builds in my core, and I feel my whole body tightening as he brings me closer and closer to an orgasm. My legs start shaking and my fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his head down to grind against his tongue.

He moans and curls his fingers at the same time, and that tips me over the edge. My toes curl, and I see white as I let a loud cry leave my lips. I grip his hair so hard, I’m scared I’m going to pull it out. He doesn’t remove his fingers, continuing to slowly work me through my orgasm until I float back down to earth. 

I moan as he slowly retracts his fingers from my pussy. “Fuck, Joey,” I hiss, slightly sitting up to look down at his face. 

His smug smile appears as he brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking off my juices. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He sits up for a second, and lightly pushes my shoulder, making me fall back onto the mirror.

Lifting my legs again, he moves them so my thighs rest over his shoulders. His fingers return to my pussy, spreading my release around. “Again,” he demands, pushing three fingers into me this time with no warning. 

Groaning, my fingers lace into his hair again. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the sensation of his quick tongue flicking over my swollen and overstimulated bud.  “Joey, I can’t.” I shake my head. “I don’t think I can come again,” I plead, hoping he’ll release his grip on me.

His fingers increase their pace, in and out of me, curling to hit that spongy spot again. “Yes, you can. And you will,” he orders, returning his lips to my pussy and sucking my clit. 

I hear the squelching sound of his fingers fucking me, and my back arches off the mirror. The pleasure builds in my stomach for the second time, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. 

Joey lifts his lips from my pussy for a moment, not slowing the pace of his fingers. “Come for me, angel. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Fuck. I got you, I promise,” he whispers, then dives back in, lapping me up like I’m his last meal.

My second orgasm hits me like a truck as my vision goes blurry. My body feels like it’s floating off this planet and into a different space-time continuum. I hear him moaning into my pussy underneath me, and I grip his shoulder as he slows the pace of his thrusting. After I come back down to earth, he retracts his fingers again, licking another long strip up my pussy to gather my release on his tongue. He slowly rises from the ground, and I sit up, gripping for his body. Leaning down, he kisses me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. 

Wanting to return the favor, I reach for his belt buckle. But he grips my wrist, stopping me. “You better bend over and lift that skirt,” he growls.

I become giddy again, the guilt of occupying the bathroom dissipating. Quickly turning, I bend over the counter and pull up my skirt so he has a perfect view of my ass. 

“Fuck,” he groans, and I yip when his hand connects with my skin in a spank. My eyes watch as he pulls his zipper down, fumbling over himself. He’s absolutely enamored and practically drooling in the mirror when he takes his dick out.

His hand lets go of his dick and puts it under my lips. “Spit, angel,” he demands. 

Letting the spit dribble from my lips into his hand, I close my eyes and wait.

He rubs his tip through my fold and I bite my lips to keep a groan from slipping my lips. “Open your eyes and watch if you want me to keep going,” he rasps, and my eyes snap open. 

My jaw drops, and my breathing becomes erratic as he forcefully sinks into me. He pulls out slowly, before grabbing the bottom of his jersey and pulling it up so I can see his perfectly chiseled chest. Fuck. 

“You’re going to want to hold on to something, angel.” 

A smirk takes from his face as he puts the shirt in between his teeth to keep it up. Then, he roughly slams back into me, filling me to the brim and finding his rhythm. Immediately, his pace is relentless, and I grip the edge of the counter to keep from screaming. Damn. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would make this quick. 

My legs begin to shake as he drags his cock over my g-spot in the most delicious way. Incoherent babbles begin leaving my lips and his speed increases. 

“Show me whose dick you want, angel. Show me who you want to fuck you stupid,” he snarls, and I feel like I'm drowning in pleasure. My back arches, allowing him to get deeper, and my mouth opens in a silent moan. His roughness brings tears to my eyes, but I’ve never felt better.

A strained groan leaves my lips as he grabs my hips tighter and starts pulling me back until my ass slams into his hips as he drives into me. Not wanting him to do all the work, I begin moving my hips at the same pace as him. “That’s it. Show me what you can do,” he husks. 

My eyes roll into the back of my head when his tip kisses my cervix, and the sound of our skin slapping fills the room. 

Suddenly, someone begins pounding on the door and I gasp. Joe seemingly hears them too and increases his speed. I watch him in the mirror as his hands wrap around my curls, creating a makeshift ponytail. 

Another bang on the door rings through the bathroom, and he pulls my head back by my hair, slamming into me. “You better fucking cum, angel. Someone has to use the restroom,” he thunders in my ear.

My breathing becomes erratic, and I start to clench around him as he brings a thumb up to my lips. He sinks it into my mouth, collecting spit on his thumb, before slowly sinking it into my tight hole. My mouth falls open and I scream at the pressure. Oh my fucking god. 

The sound of my voice reverberates off the wall, but he doesn’t even flinch; just bites my shoulder, groaning as he works his thumb in and out of me. “Give it to me, angel. Give me what he can't give you,” he encourages. 

With his words and the feeling of his thumb and his cock driving into me, I topple over the edge. My knees buckle, and I swear I see a constellation of stars. My whole body quakes with fire as Joe fucks me through my orgasm, and his dark eyes meet mine in the mirror. He smiles at me unraveling for him.

Continuing to stroke me, he fills me up every time until I feel him twitching inside me. “Your turn,” I huff, smirking at him in the mirror. 

He shakes his head before his pace becomes unsteady. Thrusting into me one last time, he buries into me to the hilt, and I moan at the feeling of his hot ropes shooting inside me as he swirls his hips to brush over my g-spot. “You’re milking me so good, angel. God, you’re so good. I don’t deserve you,” he slurs, slowly pulling his thumb out. We take a second to catch our breaths, both of us panting and coming down. 

The sound of banging on the door brings me back to the present. “No. You don’t deserve me,” I giggle, and he slowly pulls his softening cock out of me. 

He stuffs his cock back into his underwear before pulling his jeans up and zipping his fly. Then, his attention turns to me. He readjusts my underwear, pulling my skirt back down over my ass. “You’re gonna walk around all night with my cum dripping out of you. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to control myself,” he mutters. 

I try my best to fix myself, looking in the mirror to adjust anything out of place. When I turn to face him, he’s already standing by the door, waiting to unlock it. 

“No more of that jealousy shit. Keep it in your pants until we get home. Okay?” I scold, pointing at his face.

The beginning of a smirk starts to form on his face as he unlocks the door and pulls it open. The noise of the club fills my ears again, and he puts his hands on the small of my back, pushing me out of the bathroom and into the hallway. 

Turning my head to the left, there are about 20 girls in line for the bathroom. “Finally,” they groan before filing in.

When I look at Joe, his signature smirk is covering the entirety of his face. My eyes narrow at him, daring him to protest my orders. “Scouts honor,” he promises, ushering me up to the VIP section.

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