Gentlemen, Mikey Says.

“Gentlemen,” Mikey says.

His voice doesn’t rise above its regular volume but the single word is enough to quiet the room of executives settled around the conference table.

He's standing at one end, a hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other tapping a random rhythm into the mahogany surface of the table as he regards his...what did you say these men were to him?

They're your friends Mikey.

His friends. Right.

He eyes Ran Haitani who balances on the back legs of the chair he's sitting on precariously. His loafer-clad feet crossed at the ankles on the table. Next to him, his brother sighs deeply, his thumb and forefinger massaging circles into the bridge of his nose.

Opposite them, Kokonoi and Kakucho appear deceptively calm. Kokonoi is chewing diligently on a piece of gum. His attempt at quitting cigarettes. Kakucho has one arm slung along the back of Koko's chair, his legs spread as he slouches in his chair. His eyes are closed, his head tipped back against the headrest. If Mikey didn't know better he'd think Kakucho was recovering from a night out drinking.

Of course, the truth is much wilder than Kakucho spending a night on the town.

Takeomi is absent. Naturally. Sanzu is sprawled in his own chair at the other end of the table. His guns are on the table as he shines his katana.

Mikey considers everything he's been through with the men in this room.

If you can let me in, then you can let them in.

He shudders as your words wash through him. You're like his fucking conscience. It's simultaneously the most unnerving and wonderful experience he's ever had. A voice of reason that isn't being paid in his blood money. He glances at Kakucho again quickly.

If you think these men have stuck around because you're paying them then you're dumber than I thought, Mikey.

Sanzu gently places his katana on the table and shakes out the little cloth he was using to shine it. He gives Mikey his full attention. the action seems to stir the others who also turn to him. Kakucho lifts a single brow at him in question.

And the action sets of something akin to...gratitude in Mikey. It's a wildly unfamiliar sensation and he has to quell the urge to rub his chest.

They would die for you, Mikey.

Yes, they would. He catches a glimpse of a cut running along Rindou Haitani's chest as the man shifts in his chair. The skin is shiny and puckered from healing and a pang goes off in his chest that almost knocks him on his ass.

These men would die for him.

A sudden clarity comes over him and he has to blink several times to reorient himself. It feels almost like someone has ripped whatever ill-fitting glasses he was wearing before off and he can see clearly now. Jesus Christ, these men would die for him.

He sinks heavily into his own chair. The weight of his previous oversight anchors him to the cushion.

"I have news," he blurts.

The words suck the air out of the room. Silence ensues for a handful of seconds and then...

"Oh my God, you knocked her up!"

Rindou reaches Ran before Mikey can react to his exclaimed words and slaps his brother in the back of the head.

"I-" Mikey starts, blinking in confusion. What?

"Jesus Christ Ran, so what if he has?" Rindou interrupts, glaring at his brother.

"I di-" Mikey tries again, his brows furrowed.

"That actually...that makes sense," Kokonoi says slowly, nodding. "I saw her eat half a cake by herself the other night."

Kakcuho is gaping at Mikey. But there's a twinkle in his eye that makes Mikey nervous.

"Wait a min-"

"I thought you'd never notice," Sanzu laughs from the other end of the table and Mikey's skin chills.

What?

"What?" He zones out. Something in his voice must get the others attention because the room goes quiet.

"That's not...the news?" Ran squints at him, his chair making a thudding sound as he settles onto all four legs.

Mikey swallows around a ball of spit that seems to be stuck in the back of his throat. Pregnant.

No- she can't be- she- but- but the crying...and the sensitive breasts. the cravings.

"I was going to say I'm getting married," he says, hollowly.

"Oh shit," Sanzu breathes.

"Fuck, Mikey."

"I thought it was obvi-" Kokonoi shrugs.

"She agreed to marry you?" Ran interjects. "Without-" he pauses to glance around the room quickly and then lowers his voice as he finishes his question "-putting up a fight?"

That gets the rooms attention.

"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Kakucho frowns. "She's in love with him."

That seems to throw Ran for a loop. His eyes narrow on Mikey who's still stupified by the realization that he might become a father and husband in the same breath.

"Maybe there is hope for me," Ran says.

Sanzu snaps at him. "Are you implying Mikey doesn't deserve her?"

Ran splutters. "What? No- Why the fuck would I-"

"Just be quiet," Rindou sighs.

"You really think she's pregnant?" Mikey asks, interrupting their squabble.

"Yes," Koko nods.

"Absolutely,” Rindou agrees.

"Half a fucking cake Mikey...in a single sitting."

Mikey blanches. “She’s pregnant.”

Koko chuckles.

“She’s fucking pregnant,” he repeats. There’s a note of distress in his tone. “With a baby. A child!?”

Kakucho gives him a knowing look. “Congratulations, Manjiro.”

Sanzu, who has been uncharacteristically quiet stands. “This means she can’t say no to a protection detail anymore.”

Mikey’s brain stutters. Protection. Because shes pregnant with your child and about to become your wife. She’s singlehandedly the most important person to Bonten. And to him.

“Oh fuck.”

Rindou shakes his head. “We need to start personally vetting Bonten members now.”

“Why did it take a child and a marriage to convince you of that and not the two times we’ve been double crossed?” Kakucho questions.

“Do you want to deal with a Mikey whose wife and child are hurt or murdered?”

The room falls quiet as all eyes fall to Kokonoi. A heavy tension settles on Mikey’s shoulders. He’s having a child. Maybe. And getting married. Definitely.

And he runs one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. With over a hundred thousand employees worldwide. And stakes in every major and even some minor pies, in every industry.

He’s not sure of much except his own success and frankly, inhuman work ethic. But as the realization that his life is changing. Developing into something better, something more. He’s sure that if anything ever happens to you or his unborn child…he would unravel.

“Can we circle back to her wanting to marry him?” Ran asks, breaking the tension. “Without being coerced?”

just thinking abt fuckboy!eren fucking you from behind and recording it to then add into his dirty little folder just for you in his phone. he just loves your nicely shaped ass and your wet pussy so fucking much:) he looks at them later to finish because he fucking loves looking at your ass and pretending it's right there on his huge, hard cock. your moans make him even more horny, god he loves you and your fuck sessions so much.

a/n

if you enjoyed this and want me to write more stuff like this pls reblog! it helps a lot

AN IDEA

.. ⥊ pairing . . . eren jaeger x reader

.. ⥊ warnings . . . fem!reader / car sex / friends with benefits / praise / squirting / creampie / slight anal ( fem.receiving ) / pet name usage ( ex. baby ) / sex in public mentioned ( flashback ) / drug usage ( ex. weed )

.. ⥊ word count . . . 2.2k

.. ⥊ a.n . . . title inspired by this song i had on repeat while writing this. eren and reader are implied sophomores in college. i wrote this cuz i miss eren. minors do not interact! feedback & reblogs are appreciated!

“slow down.”

he has to hate you . . . he has to — that’s the only rational explanation that makes sense to why he keeps doing this to you. red-rimmed, jade green glows bright beneath low eyelids. your lips are parted to allow yourself to drag in little puffs of air; it tastes like heat with a sharp zing of zesty, cherry laced kush.

“hey,” eren’s grabbing you by the chin with one, big, rough-skinned hand to gather all of your undivided attention back on him. “come back to me,” his voice is just underneath an utter; it’s always had a certain effect on you, no matter how many times you fight to convince yourself that it doesn’t.

how easy it is for you to just give yourself to him, still, after so long scares you . . . in a good way. it’s been eight months — the longest ‘relationship’ you’ve maintained with someone who was not a particular close friend nor family member.

in a way, this . . . thing you have going on with eren is as much confusing as it is exhilarating. you both have gone to the same schools since elementary, however, you never really spoke to one another. for years you’ve had your own friend group and he’s had his — occasionally, if you shared the same classes, he’d ask for a pencil or try to get you to sneak an answer to him during a pop quiz, but that was really all the interaction you had with him. it wasn’t until eight months ago, at a sororities’ valentine’s day party that the dynamic between you both switched into something a little more.

you’ll admit, yes, you were faded off of your ass and coincidentally, eren was too. stumbling into the bathroom to do your hourly mirror check to confirm you were even alive ended up with you stumbling right into eren who had been taking a piss. what had arose from simple small talk had somehow led to lingering stares and scans, both of you eyeing how graciously puberty blessed the other, a few kisses and touches ensued, and the next thing you’re able to pinpoint is you bent over the bathroom sink with his cock pushing your uterus up into your heart while a remixed version of queen’s under pressure played in the background.

now, today, you’re seated on his monster of a cock in the backseat of his matte black, audi rs 7. how a simple match meet up developed into this? you don’t know. eren reclined his seat back and, honestly, you’re a simple girl. the second you caught a view of his print pushing up against the soft cotton of his cream-colored sweats that matched his hoodie, you were climbing over the middle console and aligning yourself directly atop of it.

and eren isn’t stingy with you. he sees you want something and he gives it to you.

that’s usually the case, and that’s why you’re confused.

“go ahead,” he’s telling you. his hands slip across your waist to your ass which he grips and holds on to when you start to rock up and down on his dick . . slowly. “yeah,” he tilts his head back against the padded headrest, looking up at you with the faintest little smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “feels better when you take it slow, no?”

your voice is tiny when you whimper, “eren, i wanna cum.”

one of his hands slide up the length of your back to take hold of the back of your neck and firmly grasp it. “you can cum whenever you want to,” how gorgeous he is should be a crime. “but i’m not letting you go any faster than this.”

maybe it’s intertwined in the code of your dna, or, could just be human’s natural instinct to be told no and crave to do that one thing . . . but you stare at eren for a moment to read if he was serious, and upon realizing he actually was, you can’t help but start to rise and drop yourself up and down his cock at a pace that matched the quick, steady rhythm of the rain outside hitting the roof of the car. expectedly, he catches your hips on the downwards movement, grips them tight to keep you still, then swats a smack hard enough on your ass to make you hiss between your teeth and whine.

he catches your eye again; the smirk on his face is gone. “slow.”

you’d curse at him if the tip of his cock wasn’t nudging your cervix, if you pulled your lips from his when he pulls you down to flick his tongue against yours to have you taste the warm, titanium ball pierced through his own.

you can feel your pussy fluttering and your juices seem to ooze out of you at a much quicker pace than normal. it has streaks of white painting his girth and droplets dribbling down to the firm skin of his sac. “oh, shit—“ you mewl and tilt your head back, getting loss in the steady pace of up . . down . . up . . down. “shit, baby.”

eren strains out a raspy curse. his voice sounds unexplainably lower when he spreads the doughy globes of your ass apart to rub a few of his fingers across the entrance of your cunt to feel the way it stretches taut to accommodate him all inside of you. “drippin’ all over me, y’know that?” his words are panted against the skin of your collarbone. “gettin’ me all filthy—“

“—can’t,” your voice comes out soft and croaky. “can’t help it . .” you sniffle. “feels good.”

your words make him laugh — it’s a quiet, gentle thing full of breath. “yeah?” he asks. “i bet it does.”

you cannot stand him.

you flick your eyes down, drinking in the plain of abs shown from his half-shucked up hoodie and the faint dusting of hair that trails downward from underneath his belly button. for a moment, just a moment, you let yourself get carried away again — you let yourself roll your hips up and down just a little bit faster. you can’t help it. you shiver at the tide of white-hot pleasure it brings right before he stops you again with his hands pressing into the cushy skin of your waist.

“god, eren, please,” you’ve never been so desperate and it shows in your voice that cracks and grows weak and tearful near the end of your words. why?, you can’t help but wonder.

but he’s just staring calmly at you beneath his lashes with his head tilted back to look up again. “we can do this all night, pretty girl,” is all he says. “it’s either slow . . . or you can hop off. your choice.”

you clamp down on him at the simple thought of having to go back up to your dorm unsatisfied, still wet, still throbbing. you sit quietly.

at your sudden compliancy, mirth is read beneath clouded green, glittery and lucent. “c’mon.” it’s a steady spring of up and down he subjects you to. this time, you don’t bother to even move, you let him do all the work which turns out to be exactly what your stubborn, little ass needed. when he pulls you downwards, he also pushes your hips back before quickly pulling them back in — rolling them while bouncing you up and down on his lap.

with the meticulous motion, he’s managing to grind the head of his cock directly into that tender, spongy area of nerves nestled deep inside you. it’s perfect. your eyelashes are fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you have to press the palm of one of your hands flat up against the roof of the car to remind yourself to not force yourself to go any faster, leaving aside how bad you wanted to.

there’s this . . . embarrassing squelch and squish sound that seems to ricochet off the interior of the car and into your ears. you know it’s because of how wet you’re getting — it’s absolutely lewd. you feel dirty, but in the best of ways. “eren,” you’re panting, your voice is whiny and garbled. “eren, fuck.”

he collects one bouncing tit inside of his mouth to suckle a soft nipple. his pierced tongue curls around it while his lips suction enclosed until the bud is pearled and hardened. “y’so fuckin’ wet,” he mumbles after he pops it out of his mouth, blinking up to catch your eyes. “feels . . so fuckin’ good.”

you barely register what he’s doing when you hear a wet pucker of what sounds like him pulling a finger from his mouth, until you feel it. not until you feel him softly dragging the pad of his middle finger over the wrinkled furrow of your asshole before he’s pushing in until the first knuckle. you know to relax so that he can sheath it fully, and he keeps it there while his other fingers remained splayed over your ass which he squeezes on.

although it’s a single finger, you feel exceptionally full.

you align your lips against his, feeling dizzy and so, so content. “hmm.”

“good girl,” he whispers, starting to carefully lift his hips to meet himself where he pulls you down halfway.

your head lolls back when he grazes something so gloriously good, you feel tears blurring beneath your closed eyelids. “god, baby,” you hic, tightening your fist holding a chunk of his hoodie. you think this is the best he’s fucked you since you’ve been in contact with him since that damn party. you hadn’t known slow could feel this good.

“gonna cum?”

you nod quickly, “mhm.”

he breathes out, “good,” through a whisper. “make a mess . . i wanna feel it.” he holds the lower hem of his hoodie between his teeth to gaze at the way your body slides along his. they flicker up to your torso to admire your flexing tummy as you move and the jiggle of your tits, the sheen of sweat on your neck, your pretty lips wrapped around a soundless ‘o.’ “god, look at you.”

the thread of constraint and self-will is torn up into nothing when his thumb presses into your swollen clit to rub quick circles on it. your moans are nonexistent, all that escapes your lips are tiny squeaks and broken, shuddery gasps as your body fights to curl into itself given the limited space you’re in. you’re not really aware of what’s going on — all you see is a bright screen of white and you feel a lot of . . wetness. “g-g-god!” your nails dig into the skin of his hip as your shaky legs try to close at the knees.

you’re finally aware that eren’s cursing and moaning when you start to come down and that’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps them there while his hot, thick cum starts to pump you full. it’s . . a lot more than usual. it already starts to slowly drip out before he’s even done, and when he is, he lets himself fall into the seat and close his eyes while you both fight for breath.

you feel his cock give a final jerk with the last drop and it makes you break out into a full-body shudder which eren catches. he peels his eyes open slowly, lazily smiles, then looks down at the splatter of your release that squirted all over his lower torso. “takin’ it slow feels good, doesn’t it?”

the fucker was right, but you weren’t anything if you weren’t stubborn. “shut up,” you cut back weakly.

when his finger and cock are pulled free from the inside of you, you’re aware that immediate thick globs start to dribble out of your fluttering pussy. and at the sight of one falling onto his pristine, leather seats, you gasp and hover your hand a few inches below your cunt to somehow catch the rest. “f-fuck, ‘m sorry,” you say softly. “do you have napkins or something? — fuck, it’s a lot this time, eren.”

he has to bend awkwardly around you to open the middle console and pull out a few kleenexes then smacks your hand away when you reach for them to instead clean you up himself. “gettin’ the interior detailed this weekend, anyway,” he murmurs while dipping two fingers inside of you to scoop more out. a pretty smile spreads across his face when your eyes flutter as he does. “don’t worry about it.”

he cleans you up . . quite nicely actually, then himself before tossing the dirtied napkins outside on your dorm building’s lot. with the opened door comes a nice rush of cool air that flies in over your heated body. “i think i want a plan b,” you sniffle, catching his attention. “just to be safe. you pumped like . . five loads in one inside me.”

eren, just as irritating as they come, smacks your bare ass with a big grin. “ ‘course i did. you got the tightest, prettiest little pussy on campus, you expect me to hold back?” he shields your small punches with his arms while quietly laughing. “but i’ll take you to the pharmacy, yeah?”

you don’t miss the way his eyes soften up when you pull your leggings back on and slide back inside of the hoodie you wore. “what?”

you were truly stunning in his eyes.

but just as quickly as the look had came, it was gone. “what?” he mocks your voice childishly while sliding back up his sweats and getting out of the car to hop into the driver’s seat.

and just for that, you make sure to climb over his middle console into the passenger’s with a lot more noise and feet than needed, just to make him roll his eyes and suck his teeth.

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okay so i accidentally posted this earlier and didn’t even get to the actual smut so here’s the full version. it got a little soft at the end i’m sorry i can never resist a happy ending <//3

this is 18+///cw include: fem reader, black coded reader, slight alcohol use, cheating, soft dom!eren, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink???, creampie, choking, some fluff at the end///wc: 3.1k

eren absolutely hates your boyfriend. every time he drops your daughter off and sees you dressed up to go on a date with him he can’t help but feel jealousy course through his veins, or the burning rage that consumes him when he sees that tool sitting on your couch. the couch he used to cuddle with you on, made love to you on—shit you conceived your daughter on the damn couch and there he was tainting the good memories that sacred couch once had.

tonight was no different unfortunately. while you were waiting for your boyfriend at home to surprise him with dinner eren had stopped by unexpectedly, usually he came over for bullshit reasons such as your daughter left a hair bow at his place or forgot a sippy cup but tonight he had an actual good reason. carla had been nagging him for weeks to spend time with her granddaughter and he finally gave in and all was well until carla called in a panic saying his baby girl was having a nervous breakdown before bedtime because she didn’t have her favorite plushie <//3

so here eren was knocking on your door the faint smell of your famous pho hitting his nose. “you’re home- oh! can i help you with something eren?” you asked leaning against the door. eren looked you up and down his heart fluttering at the sight of you looking all dolled up. “you got your hair done…butterfly locs look good on you as always,”he smirked eyeing your freshly done hair. you looked absolutely stunning eren almost forgot you’re dressed like this for someone else and not him. you were expecting someone else and not him. “i did thanks for noticing now is everything okay? is emersyn okay?” your brows furrowed in worry and eren chuckled shaking his head, “emmy is fine it’s nothing too serious she just forgot her stuffed animal thing.”

you let out a sigh of relief before opening the door wider signaling for him to come in, “sit tight i’ll go find it.” eren nodded his eyes going right to your ass as soon as you turned around, “goddamn” he mumbled to himself adjusting his sweats in a not to subtle way. he rocked back and forth on his heels stopping when he heard his phone ring.

mother: emmy tired herself out and fell asleep just make sure to bring it with you when you pick her up in the morning!!

“yeah….uh huh yeah that’s fine….see you later,” eren heard you mutter coming down the stairs your infamous agitated look gracing your once smiling face. “what’s up? is it reiner?” eren raised his brow taking a few steps closer to you. you let out an annoyed sigh tossing the plushie at him, “nothing just- shit what does it matter you don’t care about anything having to do with me and reiner unless it’s news about us breaking up,” you snapped crossing your arms. eren scoffed taking a few steps closer to you, “you and i both know that shit ain’t true y/n i care about any and everything that has to do with you and emersyn.”

this time it was your turn to scoff, “give me a fucking break eren anytime i bring him up you start acting a fool saying he isn’t right for me” you hissed taking another step closer to him. eren wanted to be angry he really did, but you looked so damn adorable with that kissable pout on your face. he brought his hand to your face and stroked your cheek with him thumb just the way he knew you liked and he knew it was working by the way your eyes began to flutter, “now tell me what happened mama.”

you relaxed into his touch nibbling on your bottom lip before speaking, “reiner canceled on me….he’s working late tonight and i’m just upset because i got my hair done and i cooked all day just for him to cancel again. i broke up with you because i was tired of being neglected and now it’s happening all over again,” tears began to brim your eyes making eren’s heart ache. he wanted to cut in and talk shit on reiner as much as he could but he just let you continue to talk. “not only on dates but- but in bed too! he hasn’t touched me in weeks that’s why tonight was so important but i guess it doesn’t matter now. i don’t even know why im talking to you about this i’m sorry,” you sighed fighting the intense urge to nuzzle your face in his palm.

here was his chance. he knew it was wrong so so wrong but how could he ignore your obvious desperate cries for some proper attention. “he hasn’t been satisfying you very much huh? not like i used to at least…. is that what i’m hearing?” you wanted to say something smart and burst his ego but you couldn’t, not when he was so very right.

as much as eren neglected you emotionally during your relationship he always took care of you when it came to sex. on nights where he’d be out with his homeboys till three am he’d wake you up with his tongue lapping and sucking at your clit till you were begging him to fuck you. after intense fights he’d make it up to you by fucking you on the couch moaning empty promises into your ear saying he’d do better and be around more for you and emmy. even when you were pregnant as hell he still made sure your needs and his were taken care of in the bedroom. if only he had kept that same passion throughout your entire relationship maybe things would be different.

“h-how about i fix us up some dinner before you go i made your favorite,” you suddenly pulled away, offering eren a weak smile before walking to the kitchen. eren ran a hand through his hair glancing down at the hard on he was now sporting, “shit y/n fuck are you doing to me” he muttered trailing behind you. “i’m actually in no hurry my mom said emmy is asleep now,” he took a seat on one of the barstools at the counter adjusting himself before returning his attention back to you. “careful now it’s hot,” you smiled placing a bowl of pho in front of him. god even your smile made his dick twitch.

after eating and light conversation you decided to be risky offering eren a drink, “want some wine?” you asked setting your dishes in the sink. “you know i’m a dark liquor man y/n. got any henny?” he asked giving you that same panty dropping smirk that had you weak in the knees for him in the first place. “hennessy? you’re disgusting but yes i do,” you giggled grabbing the bottle from your liquor cabinet.

“that was delicious by the way i miss your cooking,” eren gave you a warm smile before taking a small sip of the drink you slid over to him. you took a long drink of the wine you poured for yourself before speaking, “i’ll bring you over leftovers whenever it’s my turn to drop emmy off at least someone eats my food. don’t get me wrong reiner loves it but he’s never really around much to enjoy it anymore,” you mumbled the last part swirling around the purple liquid in your glass.

after a few more drinks you were beginning to feel a little hot and having eren in front of you looking so good wasn’t helping in the slightest. you leant on forward attempting to cool off your hot skin on the marble counter causing eren to nearly choke on his drink seeing the way your breasts damn near popped out of the white floral pattered sundress you were wearing.

he sighed downing the rest of his drink before slamming the cup down the force nearly breaking it, “how ‘bout one more before i hit the road” he stood up and you almost started hyperventilating seeing that all too familiar print in his sweats. “you good mama?” he asked now choosing to stand next to you instead of sitting in his original spot. you couldn’t speak. you didn’t know if it was the two glasses of wine or just plain horniness clouding your mind but you knew either way you needed one thing and that one thing was eren and his stupidly good dick.

“i know that look, that’s the same look you gave me the night we made emmy,” he chuckled pouring himself another glass of henny. “remember that night like it was yesterday shit was so good we damn near broke the couch. i made you cum what? six times? couldn’t even move after i was done with you.”

“eren….” you whimpered squeezing your thighs together. “just let me take care of you for the night ma no one’s gotta know. lemme fuck you one last time you clearly need it—in fact i bet you’re soaked right now, you always got wet for me so easily” eren yanked you towards him by your arm slipping a hand under your dress before you could protest. “don’t ren s’embarrasinggg,” you whined gripping on his bicep but it was no use his fingers were already pressed against the very damp spot on your panties.

“fucking knew it, tell me y/n when’s the last time reiner fucked you and i mean actually fucked you,” he asked using his ring and middle finger to rub slow circles on your clit. your brain was screaming at you to rip his hand away and make him leave but you were thinking with your pussy on this one and it was telling you to let eren fuck you silly just one last time. “w-we had s-sex the other night,” your voice was so shaky it sounded like you were on the verge of crying. eren growled adding more pressure to his fingers, “and did you cum y/n? did he make you cum like i always did?” you shook your head in embarrassment now practically humping his fingers, “no….he-he never has.”

in a flash eren had you sitting on the counter your dress now bunched up at your waist, “and he never fucking will and why is that?” eren cocked his head to the side his nimble fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. “b-because he’s not you h-he’s not my renny,” your words brought a smile to eren’s face, he’d never felt more at ease than he did now knowing he was still your renny.

eren tore off your panties (a pair reiner had bought you) and tossed them to the side before bending down, tossing your legs over his broad shoulders. “tie my hair up for me will you?” eren asked pressing gentle kisses against your thighs. you grabbed the elastic from eren with shaking hands tying his hair up in a messy bun, “there n-now please do something m’so wet for you ren.” eren let out a low groan eyeing your soaked pussy before wrapping his kiss swollen lips around your clit. “ohhh shit,” you sighed dreamily your eyes fluttering shut and your head lolling to the side. eren was always an expert at giving head something reiner unfortunately wasn’t very good at (i’m lying so bad rn he is king of giving head but just go with it).

“that’s right baby feel good for me, fuck yourself on my tongue,” you hadn’t even noticed you were practically humping eren’s face not giving him very much time to breath, but he didn’t care of course not when you looked so pretty from this his view. embarrassing enough it only took a couple minutes for him to make you cum but he still kept going now adding his fingers into the mix. “fuck erennn,” you whined letting your back fall flat against the counter, the two glasses you and him were drinking from shattering on the ground but you just couldn’t find it in you to stop nor care.

after making you cum two more times on his tongue eren stood at his full height bringing you in for another messy kiss. “goddamn you taste better than i remember now lemme take this off ‘wanna see all of you again,” eren removed your dress fully leaving you bare in front of him and he wanted to curse his past self out for ever making you feel like you weren’t enough for him when you in fact were more than enough. he gripped your breasts in his hands kneading them together before attaching his lips to one of your nipples while his hand tweaked the other. “c-careful they’re still kinda sensitive,” you mumbled your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

eren chuckled letting go of your nipple with a lewd pop before speaking, “how could i forget? remember when i made you cum just by playing with them? fuck we had some good times and i wish i could ponder about them more but i really need to fuck you.” eren picked you up giving your ass a few harsh smacks before dropping you on the couch, immediately you sat on your knees tugging his sweats down allowing his dick to spring free. “lemme suck you off a little please?” you didn’t even give a chance to reply already wrapping your hand around the base squeezing softly. “agh shit okay okay gimme your hand,” you brought your hand out biting your lip harshly when eren spit in your hand wishing it was your mouth he was spitting in instead.

you stroked his dick softly and played with his balls while you suckled at the tip tonguing at his slit just the way he liked. “fuck that’s it there you go mama take a little more in your mouth i know you can i spent weeks training this throat,” you took more of his dick into your mouth but it wasn’t enough for eren he liked his head very messy. he yanked you back by your hair squishing your cheeks together, “need your mouth a little more wet” he grunted pushing his index and middle finger down your throat until you were basically drooling. you put your embarrassment to the side and got to work giving eren the nastiest sloppiest head he’s ever gotten in his life.

eren threw his head back with a loud groan unconsciously bucking his hips forward. his eyes snapped open when he felt you tongue at his balls and he pulled you back once against much to your dismay, “m’sorry i would let you continue but i really really need to fuck you y/n. now bend over the armrest and arch your back.” you did as you were told and decided to tease him just a little by spreading your folds giving him a mouthwatering view of your pretty pussy. “go slow ‘kay? it’s been a minute,” he heard you whisper and nodded giving your shoulder a gentle kiss before slowly pushing in. “oh my god,” you both moaned in unison the feeling of being this close once again making you feel a tad emotional.

you promised yourself you wouldn’t let this man weasel his way back into your life but it was so goddamn hard. eren was the first man to ever call you beautiful, he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss— every special moment you could have with someone you had done with him and it was so hard to just let all that go. not to mention he was the man that gave you your little angel and was an amazing dad to her despite how he acted towards you in the past.

“eren,” you moaned grinding yourself back against him a clear white sheen of your essence already coating his dick. “i know baby i know lemme take care of you,” he could almost cry at how amazing it felt to have you wrapped around him again but he sucked it up, grabbing both your wrists in his much larger hand before roughly thrusting into you. “shit shit shit!” you cried digging your nails into your palm. eren’s hair had completely fallen out of the bun his chocolate colored locs now swinging with every harsh thrust into your swollen pussy. i

eren wrapped his hand around your throat pushing you against his hard chest not once stopping his brutal pace, “what do you think reiner would say if he found out i fucked another baby into you? emmy has been saying she wants another sibling,” he chuckled darkly his grin growing when he heard you mutter out a tiny, “w-who?” eren felt himself get closer to the edge but he held back he had to make sure you were a babbling brain dead mess by the time he was through with you.

“who is right baby because he is fucking no one to you and if you give me one more chance i promise, i fucking promise i will give you everything and more i’m nothin’ without you y/n,” his words had you cumming on his dick a mixture of tears of pleasure and happiness streaming down your cheeks. eren gripped onto the armrest his knuckles turning a ghostly white at the feeling of you tightening around him like a vice, your cum trickling down his shaking thighs. “that’s turns you on huh? y’like hearing how much i need you ma because i do i think about you all hours of the day— fuck…think about how much i could’ve done differently,” you couldn’t reply too spent to talk but you heard every single word.

“f-fuck m’gonna cum where do you want it baby?” his thrusts began to get sloppier and he was praying you’d pick the place he wanted god he wanted nothing more than to give you another kid and watch you care for and nurse another one of his children. keyword his. “i-inside please cum inside renny,” that was all he needed to hear before he stilled his movements his warm cum shooting into your pussy. eren kissed down your spine whispering sweet nothings and praises making your heart flutter for the umpteenth time.

“i know you probably don’t wanna get back with me i’ll buy you a plan b and drop it off tomorrow when i bring emmy,” he whispered giving your shoulder one last kiss but you shook your head looking back at him over your shoulder. “if i break things off with reiner and get back with you you have to change i can’t live like that again eren. i want a husband—a family i can’t have that if everything is one sided,” eren nodded leaning down to brush his nose against yours:

“i promise i will be there i’ll never do you like that again i put that on everything i love.”

little miss obsessed with love but doesn't believe it will happen to her

six inch heels (sakusa x reader)

Synopsis: Based on this idea I had yesterday. Essentially, giving Sakusa a lap dance in front of all his friends <33

Warnings: fem!reader, lap dances, partial nudity, light smut at the very end, exhibitionism (kinda?), handjobs, blowjobs, grinding and messy kissing, reader is on a power trip, vague mentions of alcohol, light swearing, minors please DNI. 1.2k words!

Kiyoomi had been adamant about his boundaries for the night, “Bachelor parties are for almost-married men to cheat on their future wives one last time before they’re legally committed. Unfortunately for you, I actually love Y/N. Do not fuck this up for us.” 

Miya, the self-appointed party planner, had only grinned in response, sharp canines coming into view. 

“Allow me to clarify,” Kiyoomi’s jaw ticked with irritation, “That means no strippers, no bottle girls, and no exotic dancers of any kind.” 

“I gotcha,” the setter responds coolly, “I won’t do anythin’ to drive a wedge between you and Y/N, alright? You can trust me with this.”

And that was the end of that.

This ‘bachelor party’ was more of a kickback than anything else, much to Kiyoomi’s appreciation, with maybe 20 mutual friends and teammates huddled in Miya’s small off-campus apartment. The event was uncharacteristically well-panned, with enough food and drinks for everyone to indulge in. The turnout was great, and Kiyoomi was actually having a good time playing Miya’s dirty games and laughing over good memories. 

“Alright, alright!” Miya cheered, after settling Sakusa in a lone dining chair in the middle of the living room, loudly tapping a fork against his Heineken, “I have one last surprise for Oomi tonight, so everybody please shut the fuck up. Sho, the lights!” Hinata grins deviously before flicking the lights off and huddling to the front door. 

The dimming lights was the first red flag that his boundaries were about to be crossed, and when the red LEDs turned on in their place, Kiyoomi was quick to catch on. A slow, deep bass floated from the surround-sound speakers, racking through his bones from every angle. Sakusa stood to put an end to whatever was about to happen, words of protest building on his tongue.

His mind goes blank when Hinata opens the door, though, and the words die in the back of his throat, when it’s you that steps into the apartment. Your hair is that sexy kind of wild, black eyeliner so sharp it could cut someone, in long heels that clack clack clack against the floor with every step you take. Skin sleek with oil, you're dressed in the skimpiest two-piece Victoria’s Secret had to offer, the lacey fabric leaving very little to the imagination. Kiyoomi’s favorite playset.

Kiyoomi gasps your name, his jaw quite literally on the floor. It didn’t take long for you to stroll in front of him, your powerful strides demanding attention from those around you. Someone whistles their appreciation. 

Despite your six-inch heels, Kiyoomi still towered over you, but it was clear that you held all the power here. Looking up at him with pretty mink lashes, you place a manicured hand to his chest, pushing lightly.

“Sit.”

Kiyoomi has never moved so fast in his life. 

Music continues to play over the sound of his whistling teammates, as you circle the chair he’s sitting on, like a shark circling its prey. There’s a predatory smile pulling at your lips, dark lipstick making you that much more alluring. Finally, you stop, throwing a leg over his lap bending forward, your cleavage being pushed into his face, with hands trailing over his knees and up his thighs, painfully close to where he needs to feel you most. Grinning like you know his thoughts, you rock forward, sinking down on his lap as your ankles catch the sides of the chair, giving you leverage to grind down on him. His teammates are fully screaming now, howls of laughter and disbelief echoing from them. You look so fucking good, and part of Sakusa gets off on knowing  everyone is just as effect by you as he is. 

Pride simmers hot in his veins at the sight of being watched, of knowing how badly they wish it were them you were dancing on, and Kiyoomi finds that his hands have a mind of their own as they smooth up the expanse of your thighs and around the curve of your barely-covered ass, pulling you closer and pressing you again him harder. 

Leaning back, your hands grip his knees as you roll your body to the music, your hair barely covering that lustful look in your eyes. Like a moth to a flame, Kiyoomi watches your abdomen contract and relax with the motion, your torso perfectly rolling in sync with the bass. He doesn’t know what comes over him, he really doesn’t, but suddenly he’s kissing up the exposed skin of your sternum, pulling a sweet moan from your lips.  Bringing your head forward, your fingers thread across his scalp, gripping the strands and roughly pulling him to kiss you, his lips molding to yours with ease. Bringing a hand to his shoulder, you dig your nails into the hard muscle there, swallowing your fiance’s groans with a well-timed grind of your hips. Kiyoomi’s hard now, just like everyone else in the room, and he finds the publicity of this little stunt of yours might be the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. It’s quiet now, Sakusa realizes. Despite the music playing, his guests have fallen silent, bewitched by the magic of your body. 

There’s a thin string of saliva connecting you two when you pull away, and Kiyoomi has to stop himself from audibly moaning at the sight. Dipping down into the shell of his ear, “Take me somewhere private.” you whisper. It’s not a question, “Before I fuck you in front of your friends.” 

Kiyoomi fails to see the issue with that. 

Like a zombie, he has no other thoughts except you. Callused fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, lifting you and himself up with ease. Sakusa stares with a passion that could only be described as hunger, eyeing you like a starved man. His feet mindlessly take him to Atsumu’s room, lowering you to the floor gently gently, never once breaking eye contact. You push him against the door sternly, fingers playing with the hem of his slacks, swiping your nails over his V-line with a teasing softness.

“I can’t believe you” he harshly whispers, a shudder trailing up his spine, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Really? Because it seems like you liked it.” you quip, your soft hands finding the outline of him through his pants and squeezing, “Who’s got you so worked up, Ki?”

Kiyoomi’s mind is too clouded with lust to give a real response, and he groans when you start jerking him slowly, throat bobbing.

“Louder,” you command, unbuttoning his pants and sinking to your knees. With wide eyes and trembling legs, Sakusa watches you earnestly, throwing his head against the door and moaning shamelessly when he feels your tongue on him. Damn Atsumu and that brilliant mind of his. You, the perfect loophole. 

Sakusa’s knees nearly give out when you hollow your cheeks. He can’t wait to marry you.