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YOU FEEL BETTER? MATSUKAWA ISSEI
• genre: smut (with a wee bit of angst for plot)
• warnings: penetration, mirror sex, cheating (not mattsun), size kink, choking, use of good girl, slight dumbification, female reader, stretch marks reader, body image difficulties mentioned
some fluff there too and it’s kinda long
🎶 ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz when reader goes outside for better feels
You never thought you’d see the day Oikawa cheats on you. In front of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people, but he got what he finally wanted for himself and his team for years.
You worked a ton, trying to care for your hospitalized father. You got the tickets to the National game with whatever leftover money you had and a little help from the rest of the team. You were there at all the gatherings, get-togethers; anything you could to make up for your lack of presence at games, but they were so expensive and you’ll be damned if you ask the team for money to pitch in frequently.
Needless to say, you appeared as the captains girlfriend, close to being fiancé. You’d been right there since the first team sleepovers, right by his side the whole time. Now he was getting the well deserved credit as captain he deserved from his team, his fans, and you.
You were his own little surprise for nationals. You planned a dinner with everyone there but Oikawa, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Iwaizumi pitched in the most, his excuse being he just had money to spare (even though you know he’s like a big brother and would take care of you until the end of time), but you thanked everyone graciously.
To scale back a bit, you grew up with Mattsun and Makki. They where inseparable, and once you got attached to Mattsun, Makki was the last of the package. Matsukawa had no boundaries at all. Coming in while you were obviously changing in the bathroom, body slamming you on the bed, when you were on facetime with someone he’d come in the camera and join the conversation—there’s nothing you haven’t seen him do and there’s nothing he hasn’t seen you do—including sexually. You walked in once on him jerking off, he continued and asked if you could turn the light off. On the other hand, after an argument you have a promise to always say ‘I love you,’ and he puts you on the inner side of the sidewalk.
Later, his friends eventually became yours. Whenever you were mad at Tooru, a group sleepover was planned. Whenever Makki couldn’t come, Mattsun was fine with it being just you two, he didn’t mind. Any issues you had that were too overwhelming to handle alone, you went to Mattsun for.
The guy in a constant manspread with a caprisun always in hand somehow seemed to know what to do; you trust him with your life. Every breakup, he was there for you, and you made it your job to reciprocate.
You have a different type of trust with Tooru though. No boundaries were overstepped with Mattsun once you set them as well. Therefore, your relationship thrived with the brunette for years. There were always Mattsun’s snarky comments that he said just to piss Oikawa off, but everyone giggled and thought nothing of it while he pouted.
Okay so, Oikawa was basically famous. He had off-putting fangirls that usually backed off once you were in the picture, but there were some that didn’t. You accepted this fact since he was the one that came home to you in the end, and because Makki made *secret* gagging noises whenever they yelled for Tooru from the stands.
You dealt with them all the way up until today. The day where on the last deuce point, the ball fell on the opposite side of the court, just on the line. Roars from the crowd sounded, the team banner was waved even higher, and the chants turned into screams. On the court, the guys were in pure joy, hugging and bellowing in relief—they had made it.
This was the part where you’d come in! You hopped over the stands with flowers and more. As expected, he was a flowers man, and once you found out you sat them on your apartment table for whenever he came over. You move hastily through the throng of people crowding the court until you find your extremely sweaty friends. They were ecstatic and could probably cry any second.
“You guys were amazinggg!” You dragged out. Iwa found you happily, sweeping you off your feet with a bear hug. Kindaichi and Makki joined, leading to a group team hug with the players who weren’t talking to their thrilled parents. They finally put you back down.
You pull down your riding up mid-thigh length dress, “Okay, I’ll find Oikawa. I have a surprise for you guys too!” You give a gleeful smile and wave, then turn around to start your journey.
Except it ends a lot quicker than you thought it would.
Almost immediately you find him laughing with another. He wins the game of his dreams and decides some random over you. Who even was she? She calms him down by placing her hands on his biceps, then going on her tip-toes to kiss him. His hands meet at her waist with a smile, clearly no problem that he’s detecting. It definitely wasn’t the first time.
People casually walk past the space that separates you and him when your heart drops to your feet. The presents you were so eager to give him for his accomplishment droop to your sides, you can’t do anything but stand in astonishment. You were livid and overwhelmed.
The voices behind you of the team halted. You assumed they saw what you saw, and when you turned around and looked at the rest of them, their jaws were dropped just as yours. Some look at you in sympathy, other’s gazes like Iwaizumi and even Kyōtani had nothing but pure anger leaking through them, and the ones left deadpanned Oikawa; just waiting for him to look up. They loved you just as much as Oikawa did—or so you thought.
You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to throw his promise necklace around your neck at him after you rip it off. You wanted to throw the flowers you got him at his feet and stomp on them.
But you couldn’t. This was also the rest of the team’s big day, and you didn’t want to make a scene. You turn back around. Hundreds of people are around you in the stadium as you stand shaking at what you’re looking at. Did all of them see it? You shrink in your spot. The kiss was interrupted by Iwa taking his arm harshly and dragging him to a nearby door, but not before he got a good look at your face. His brown hair fell over fearful eyes of regret.
This would be the last look. Tears rolled down your face when you think about what you sacrificed to get here. For how long? Did she know about you? Did you kiss the same mouth that may have had her lipstick on it at some point? You were sensitive, not soft. You knew by no chance you’d take him back, and all you could think was ‘fuck him.’
You set down the gifts for the team on the court and take this as your cue to speed-walk away, the call of your name not even making you look back. You wipe your tears as you exit and pick up the pace. You knew you were anything but, though you felt idiotic thinking back on all this, his own tardiness excuses being clear. With that thought, insecurities you didn’t even know you had came pouring in.
He was Tooru fucking Oikawa. Who were you? Some girl he put a title on making minimum wage? You turn the corner trying to make it to Mattsun’s car, you rode with him to not raise suspicion. Luckily you had the key, him forcing you to drive back.
She was gorgeous, you can’t lie, beautiful curly blonde hair with glasses—clearly you were never his type. Stretch marks decorated you and you always felt heavy, but he continued to express he didn’t mind when you sat on him. You hear footsteps behind you to ignore. You did not want to deal with this right now. You wanted to break things and cry your heart out doing it.
Quickly they caught up to you, hands turning you around and pulling you close, not saying a word. You saw Mattsun resting his head on yours, breathing heavy from running after the game of his life. Thus, you give in. You’ll apologize for that later too.
He refused to let you go. The 9 o’clock night settles in, bringing an ambiance of comfortable silence after what just happened. You cry softly into his uniform as he holds you tight.
He runs his hand in circles down your back, brushing your hair with the other. He foxily reaches in your back pocket for the keys. With a beep, the car door unlocks, and he guides you to the front seat. First he sits down and lowers his seat back, then he pulls you in after so you could position yourself comfortably on top. You never wanted him to let you go. You hug him and enjoy his presence. Honestly, you pray you weren’t hurting him while he gives you time to process.
“I’m sorry. I wish we knew.” He whispers.
Your feet are in the passenger seat since you’re spread over the console where he holds you like a child. Shaking your head against him, you tell him it’s okay. The light from the car goes off, leaving the two of you in the complete darkness when he moves a piece of hair out of your face and drags a finger down your nose bridge, knowing it’ll instantly put you to sleep.
“Don’t you still have awards to do?” You sob.
“They can wait.”
You snuggle into him further, you love being like this but he definitely did just win nationals. Surprisingly, you can’t smell the sweat through your sniffles.
“You have to go.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
You peer up at him and he peers down at you. He wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You have to go because I said so.”
After some contemplation he rolls his eyes and chuckles, “fine, yes ma’am. Now get your sweet ass off me since you want me to go so bad.”
You relocate to the passenger seat where he hands you the keys.
“You want me to send someone out here with you?”
Once again you shake your head and he gives you a side smile before closing the door to go back in. You turn your phone on for light and fall asleep reminiscing. That was the end; you were no longer in a relationship with Tooru Oikawa.
. .
You’re awoken by pots and pans rattling in the kitchen of what is familiar as Mattsun’s house. He sat you down on the couch while you were asleep, almost knowing you were going to wake up hungry.
“Morning,” he says. It’s 11 pm.
. .
You eat and settle into his room since he insisted to take the couch. He has one of those big propped up mirrors with the colored frame. “This does add some vibrance to his room” you think. Passing by it and the dresser, the thoughts almost instantly reform.
You catch yourself judging your own body again, suddenly finding everything that could be disliked about you. Did you talk too much? Were you overwhelming? You’re realizing how unhealthy it is to think about what could have made him cheat on you rather than the fact that he cheated, but you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side for a better angle of your thigh marks, an obvious frown forming on your face. Matsukawa happens to walk in and spots you, a different frown of his own making its way.
“Stop.”
You fix yourself, “You don’t even know what I was thinking about.”
He scoffs, “like hell I don’t. He’s a dipshit for even thinking of doing something like that to someone like you.”
You turn your head to him in question, “Someone like me?”
He walks past and bluntly stares you up and down in front of the mirror. “Usually girls with stretch marks have good pussy. You get it from your mom, she’s hot too.” He smirks.
“Mattsun!” You shove him over. How is it he could be so vulgar in times like this?!
He throws his hands up in defense, then pops the last of the snicker he was holding in his mouth. He walks back over, behind you in the mirror, and trails a finger over your marks. You cringe and watch in the reflection.
“They’re like accessories.”
“Whatever.” You reply. He uses two fingers to guide you to turn a little, taking a closer look.
“All it does is show that your body growth couldn’t fit into your skin. Personally, I like something to grab on.” It takes everything in him not to grab a handful, just to see how much he could fit between his fingers, and squeeze.
You hide your smile, slowly starting to believe him. He looks around to the other side, finding matching ones to compliment.
“But that’s personally, meaning that’s just you. Not everyone likes them.” You retaliate. He stops in his tracks and looks at you from the side.
He twists you straight by your hips, correctly towards the mirror. You see him directly behind you to watch. His hands reach up to your neck, impressively undo the clasp, then leisurely peel off the ring necklace from your chest. Once you register yourself without the trademark promise jewelry in the glass, you look back at his eyes in examination. You find a smug expression, with seriousness glinting behind his low eyes, and he drops the necklace plainly to the floor.
“You don’t need everyone.”
He looks in your eyes. You slowly nod. He was entrancing when stern, no other words needed to be said for you to listen, even when heavy-hearted. He directed your eye back into the mirror with the slight push of your jaw.
“You see this body right here? It’s not for everyone.” He lowers his tone. His hands situate back on your hips, rubbing them loosely while he dictates.
“Some can handle it, some can’t.”
You look at him through the mirror to listen closely. You clear your throat to gather up the voice for your question, the discarded necklace already forgotten.
“Can you?” You inquire softly.
He slowly lowers himself down to your ear.
“Wanna find out?”
You scan his eyes for jokes. Your 3-4 year relationship went down the drain, but you realize the one you needed most held up. You can’t think of a time he wasn’t there for you. While your ‘boyfriend’ was trying to keep his reputation alive, you were trying to keep someone close to you the same.
There was a reason you went to Mattsun first for everything and he knew it. To keep your relationship alive (that you swore up and down you were happy in), he dismissed it. But now as he was staring into your eyes, the urge to kiss you has never been higher—especially since you just gave him the go.
So why not accept the invitation?
He unites your lips. You immediately return the gesture, slotting together slowly, deep and somehow loving. Twisting around, you wrap your arms around his neck.
You’ve never kissed him before, but damn you wish you had. He tastes like chocolate and his large hands feel so good roaming your body. The ongoing kiss was almost necessary, the pent up emotion the both of you had seeping through it. He groans when you suck his tongue and you make it your job to pull it out of him again. He easily gets you off the ground by reaching both hands behind your thighs and tapping. Following directions, you jump and giggle.
He smiles into the kiss and catches you, no struggle. He can, in fact, handle your body.
You move your falling hair out of the way and return to your previous position. You can definitely get used to making out with him. Walking over to the bed, he lowers you down. He casually hovers over you while you embrace him, making you more desperate, back arching up to reach. He caresses one of the legs wrapped around his waist when he pulls back to ask a final question.
“You want this?”
You tease him a bit, ignoring what he was actually asking concerning your past relationship.
“Do you want me?” You reply, twirling the hair at his nape.
Without reluctancy, he breathes out, “I need you. Really fucking bad. But that wasn’t my question.”
You’re shocked at the sudden tone, declaring yet desperate. Need. He needs you. You attempt to remember Oikawa saying it, but you can’t find a memory. If he did though he wouldn’t have meant it. You start to rethink your relationship. Have you been blind this whole time?
“Yes, I do want it.”
“Want what? It, or me?” He wasn’t letting it slide.
“…I want you.”
He smiles and pinches your chin delicately with his thumb, fulfilling your needs with another slow, gentle kiss.
“Good girl.”
You grin giddily and push him over to his back, straddling his hips. His lips feel ten times better on yours, somehow overriding your past boyfriend’s in an indescribable way. Your nicely manicured hands never find a stopping point as they run down his chest. His sweats have much to hide, though they obviously aren’t doing their job well.
Mattsun has walked around with his print clearly showing all the time. You’re not sure if he discontinued this habit since you were coming over less (due to your dramatic ex’s discomfort), and you didn’t care then, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way the fabric outlined the entirety of him perfectly.
You knew he was big. You’ve seen him, but never completely hard. You almost laugh out loud awkwardly when you realize whenever someone said he had “big dick energy,” they could only guess. Now as you were feeling curiously past the drawstring, he only sat motionless to watch your enlarging eyes and outwardly laugh at you once your fingers drag from the base to the tip under your own body. It was almost inviting and bigger than anything you’ve ever felt.
“Will it fit?…” You think. What you didn’t know was that you actually said it.
“Sorry, what was that?”
You redirect your gaze back to his face. He wears a shit-eating grin and has his hand that was on your hip by his ear, tilted to you in fake question. You swallow, and shyly ask again.
“Trust me princess, we’ll make it fit.” He hums.
The comforting feeling of him comes back when his charming hands roll your dress up. Now it was obvious he was looking at you through the mirror positioned at the foot of his bed, because he was fixated on the view of the pretty lace you wore curving over your ass. Technically it was part of Oikawa’s gift, but it’s being put to good use.
“You like it?” You move your hair out of the way and sway a bit, before slowly stepping to your knees in front of the bed.
“Can it be my wallpaper?”
You whole heartedly laugh. Sex with him is somehow fun rather than awkward, taking into consideration you’ve known him since you were a kid.
Looking up into his eyes you observe pure longing radiating his body. Reaching his lower abdomen as he leaned back was easy, like how easy it was to take him out. You found his length quickly and took it into both hands to lick a stripe from the middle to his tip. You sucked hard, seemingly kissing the top. Easing into it, you downed more and more, dissipating the friction with your saliva until his hand found your hair to push you downward towards your own fingers. You choked due to his actions.
“Can you take it all?” He smirks down at you.
He was almost belittling you, the taunting giving nothing but encouragement. You nod with your head still almost at the base, mouth more than full, forcing yourself deeper with your tongue out to not neglect his balls. You sputter again as saliva leaks from your lips, barely reaching the bottom. He curls his hips upwards to negate all restrictions you had.
“Fuck…that’s it, open up just a little more for me.”
You literally couldn’t go any farther with your nose deep in his skin. Once he holds you for a while, he bobs your head up and down for you, your jaw slack. You tried your best not to gag.
You can’t resist touching yourself with your panties to the side. His head thrown back is enough to fuel your arousal.
Throating him, your eyes are naturally closed, but you have to get in the habit of opening them. He loves seeing your pretty orbs and lashes glaze over with tears once his dick is too much for you. How he almost cums on the spot because no other woman has taken him this deep. The up and down motions of your head in his lap through the mirror not showing everything, but enough is implied. When he finally lets you up to breath ‘cause you tapped out, but a lopsided smile still decorates your face after your throat flexed beautifully around the shaft. You can barely speak, but you’ll still happily stick your tongue out so he can slap his head teasingly on it, smiling down at you. You stretch yourself with his size in mind, just praying he doesn’t rip you apart.
With just the thought you add an extra finger to make three. He didn’t know how nasty you were in bed, he could only imagine, but now he didn’t have to because you were right in front of him doing it all.
The praise keeps you going, joy spreading through your body even in your current position to please him. He suggests you get accustomed to getting sloppy (because it’s the only lube you’re gonna get). You like the word accustomed, meaning it wasn’t gonna be just one time. But what were you? Friends? Friends with benefits? Anyway, he refuses to cum anywhere but on you, especially when you haven’t came yourself yet. Then again, that doesn’t mean you weren’t soaking.
He orders you to your feet where you slip your panties off. He turns you around to your makeup for the occasion ruined, slight tear stains, and your dress being pulled off in the mirror. Then, he gives you choices as he unclasps your bra.
“So, what should we do. You wanna ride me and bounce in the mirror? Or would you rather watch as you get slutted out and bent over?” He offers.
The idea of him alone pounding into you from behind while he forces your glance to the glass thrills you. You request the second, then turn back around and crawl into position on the bed. He smiles to himself at your obedience and follows right behind you.
He pushes in a few fingers to check, shocking you, then once he decides you were stretched, pulls them out.
“Still on birth control?” You nod, he knew from all the times you complained about keeping up with the timing. You braced yourself when his flush tip poked into you from behind, later slowly inching its way inside.
He almost passed out the way you clenched around him. You didn’t have a choice: he was thick and filled you out completely. He was so big. You let your head drop as your muscles tense at the intrusion. You tell him to keep going (since you decided to deal with the penetrating pain all at once), but you regret that decision. You just know you underestimated it. You need a few minutes first.
“You’re so big…” His ego was already a force, and you didn’t mean to fuel it, but fuck.
“I’m halfway. Know you can take it.”
Halfway?
Some time after unstirring bodies and heavy breaths, you finally suck it up and rock backwards. He groans deeply.
Then you do it again. And again. Until it goes from painful, to uncomfortable, to nothing at all.
“You okay?”
You respond with a faint yes. If anything you were more than okay. He started meeting you half the way there, and that’s when you finally look up into the mirror. You were on your elbows, face flushed, with Mattsun rolling his hips ever so slowly into you from behind.
It was fucking hot, especially now that it felt good. He stops his hips when you get a glimpse of him grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He records his hand on the height of your ass from your arch, and the way your pussy gratefully gripped his length when you pushed yourself back on him. Face down ass up, you had to work for it. You swallowed him whole. Amused, he watches your pussy contract and expand from the travel of the middle of his dick to the head. How his veins got sucked in by you, like you were molded just for him. You trusted Mattsun so you made sure to moan a little louder.
“I know you love it baby, the way I stuff you.“
“Yes.” You breathe out. He slightly teased you inch by inch of the way, whether it was verbally or physically. Rubbing himself against your entrance, degrading words, anything. It was honestly starting to piss you off. He was completely aware.
“Faster…”
He just laughs evilly. He stops recording and throws his phone to the side to run his hands down your body.
“Drop the attitude and ask again, then maybe I’ll consider.”
You roll your eyes, resulting in the slap of your ass. He did start thrusting again though. You hiss, sigh, and ask again.
“Faster, please.” You whine. His face reads completely unbothered when he removes his shirt. He was going agonizingly slow, just to annoy you even more. In his mind, if you weren’t at the point of punching him in the face, then he wasn’t edging you enough. He should feel bad.
He doesn’t.
Fucking into you was nice he thought. The way he entered deep and slow as you groan at the reflection. Savoring your body. But you heard it. The way girls screamed his name when you stayed over. In fact, you were there when he had to get his headboard bolted to the wall. You could barely pay for your apartment along with groceries, so you had no choice but to deal with some that were even louder because you were there to try and scare you away. He’d walk back out like nothing happened, say bye, then proceed to offer you a drink. Little did you know, the entire reasoning behind it was you. No matter how many women he tried to bring in and distract himself with, none held the same effect that you do on him.
You give up trying and continue rocking back onto him yourself. Desperately attempting to reach the spot you needed and knew he could hit. It only angered you worse when he just wouldn’t. Clearly it showed on your face.
“You’re so funny, you know that? I thought I was bad, but the way you’re practically begging for me is hilarious.”
He laughed at you once more and with the sudden singular snap of his hips, you jolt forward.
“Fuck!”
You were caught off guard. He grabs a hold of your waist hard enough to leave marks, then shifts his weight on your back. This gets you further into the bed, enhancing your arch. The thrust that ensues pushes you back and forth with enough force to lead into the next—relentlessly, he drives into you. You can barely breathe. Your eyes go wide in the mirror and you can’t move, the only option is to sit there and take it. You drop to your chest.
“Oh my god-Issei,” You choke out, you can’t really speak with your chin attached to his bed, “P-please you have to-!“
“Wait? Thought this was what you wanted princess? Now that I know you’ll look like this, I’m not sure if I can bring myself to.”
He moved one hand to your hair, exactly what he thought was the perfect handle. He pulled upwards once he wrapped his hand in it to make sure you were watching in the reflection. Furthermore, you are elevated right back up to your elbows.
“You see that? Watch how you get dicked down by your ex’s best friend. In fact, I might send that video to him later.”
You cry out his name again, the image of Oikawa’s face once he opens the notification making you smile. Endlessly, Issei rams into you. His cock splits you open. The recoil is insane, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Just as Issei does, the situation, everything.
Suddenly, he slows his thrusts. With his grip still on your head you look back at him weakly, and he almost came right there. The atmosphere and the room are hot, but he’ll still say the hottest thing here is you. The kiss he gives you is sloppy.
“God you’re sexy. If you look away from the mirror I’ll stop, Pretty. See what I see.”
You nod your head. It wasn’t good enough.
“Okay.” You mutter. You watch in the mirror image as he builds up speed again and slams into you, tears pinching at your eyes. He constantly talks to you over the loud slapping of skin. His moans (that were more grunts/groans) couldn’t even be heard. You realize now why those girls were screaming, Mattsun was rough in the best way possible. You thought they were exaggerating until no bounce of your ass against him goes unnoticed, every smirk he gave you wanted to kiss it off his face, and every thrust felt like heaven. The warm feeling came rushing like a train, not even building up. He folds his body over yours to get right in your neck as he hugs you from behind.
“You look so gorgeous for me. My pretty girl.”
He just laughs through the words. You babble to answer as more of these statements pile in. You see now, he was waiting for you this whole time. You hate how blind you were for all those years missed, wasted on someone close to him who wasn’t even good for you. He had to watch it all. You were a mess and yet here he was. It was kind of scary to you how quickly you were over your ex, but once Issei was the one there comforting you, that was all you needed. Now you could finally be his. His pretty girl.
“No one can fuck you like I can. Move your hand.”
He swatted away your mindless right hand placed on his arm behind you. You’re not sure how you held yourself up or how it got there, but you’ve clearly been on one elbow. You tried your best to keep your eyes open. It was so overwhelming, especially when you were so close to cumming already. You didn’t know whether to cry, pass out, or fight to stay awake.
“Please I-Issei, n-nobody can just please,” You huff out. Quickly, back and forth you go, even though his body stops you from flying backwards. Your ass hits him before you get too far back, then that pushes you forwards, where he pulls you back down to repeat. He lets go of your hair and holds your chin up instead. He makes sure to look directly at you in the reflection.
“Fuck-Who’s my pretty girl?”
“Me Issei.”
Your voice gets higher with each thrust. He grunts, nearing his end as you gradually tighten around him.
“Yeah? Who? Say it.”
“Me. I’m…” He re-angles himself, hitting a spot you never knew would affect you this badly. He’s pretty sure your eyes actually came inward first before you subconsciously closed them, and his finger pad slid on your wet lip as you drift off into subspace.
“Come back to me baby.” He can’t even bring himself to stop fast enough to edge you. Instead, he takes a hard bite to your shoulder and expertly circles your clit with the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw up. To think he could bring you to this point on your first orgasm was insane. The way he slips in and out of your heat quickly, the white ring wrapping around his dick that only gets bigger, and his balls slapping against your skin feeling so so good.
You come back right on time to see and feel yourself squeeze around him. Everything goes white, you try to scream out his name but it comes out only a whisper and a sob, and you realize he was dead serious. Nobody can fuck you the way he just did. Nobody has. He digs his head into your neck for the long awaited spill into you. He’s thought about it so many times, but making you uncomfortable was not an option, especially with Oikawa in the picture. He convinced himself the mental images were innocent until they became progressive, but he didn’t care. You were his now. He thrusts his hips into you further to make sure you felt full with his eyes to your back, watching you twitch and cream on his thick cock in the mirror.
“Shit, I’m your pretty girl Issei...”
He throbs inside before the warmth creeps into you, Issei’s hold on your figure tighter than ever. You won’t leave him this time.
“What’s his name, baby?”
“Huh.” You blink slowly, still recovering from the euphoria. Your mind was in shambles. “Who?”
“Good fucking girl,” he presses a smiling kiss to your temple. He thought it’d take a few more rounds for that to be your answer, but he guesses that dick never fucked you good enough.
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alright... where are the saltburn fics .
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begging eren to “please, just let me sit on it?” in your sweetest voice and puppy dog eyes while he’s playing his game with his friends … he knew he never should’ve trusted you when you start to grind softly, it always ends in him fucking up into you as you fall apart in his lap. but you sure do give armin and jean a nice little show as he makes you fall apart <33
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i love you forever, i love you forever. (e. yeager x reader)
cw : toxic relationship , fist fights (NOT between eren & reader) , drunk fighting , blood , reader & eren both get injured . 1.3k words
a/n : there’s a reference to eren injuring the reader but once again, he does not personally inflict pain on her.
The clatter of the night life around was loud, so loud, you just wanted to be home and away from all the noise. Eren’s arm was strong beneath yours where you were holding it under your grasp. It made you appreciate his ability to hold you up.
Everything was going to plan. You and the group had gone to a bar tonight, partied a little, and drank a lot. And it was fun, of course it was, but now you just wanted to be under the covers with your boyfriend away from the rest of the world.
And it nearly went perfectly. Almost. If it weren’t for some dude bumping into your shoulder as he waltzes past you. On one hand, you were a little annoyed that the asshole couldn’t even apologize. On the other hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit. Things happen. You didn’t have the energy to deal with it much anyway.
You and Eren were different. That’s why you guys work so well together, is what you told yourself. Other people argue that’s the reason you two butt heads so much. Where you liked romantic comedies, Eren likes documentaries. Where you prefer Mexican, Eren prefers Italian. When you get docile when you’re drunk, Eren gets angry. So when you go to keep moving, Eren nearly knocks you back from where you’re still holding onto his arm.
“Aren’t you going to apologize?” He glares at the man.
“Maybe you two should watch where you’re going.”
Oh, great.
You try to calm him down with a, “C’mon, Eren, let’s go home.” But whatever impact it would’ve had was immediately cut down when the other man replies:
“Yeah, Eren, listen to your clumsy ass bitch and go home.”
And, well, it was out of your hands from there.
Eren pushes you out of the way before he swings on the man, and a flurry of limbs and grunts flying around the semi vacant street.
You call out his name, trying to grab him free, which knocks him off his coordination very slightly. The man is able to get in a hit or two to his face but it doesn’t matter at all, because of you. You get too close to the crossfire, and the rude man’s fist knocks into your lip.
And, fuck. That stings. You stumble back, nearly falling on your ass. Suddenly you feel a lot more sober. The sound of your whimper pushes your boyfriend into a red hot rage and whatever chance he had of pulling off the man was thrown out of the window.
You grab your phone in a shaken frenzy to call Jean and Connie, knowing they were still at the bar a few minutes walk away.
It’s too late for the man’s dignity and well being. When Jean and Connie finally arrive, running to separate the two men from the ground, he was pummeled already.
Eren’s cut cheekbone was swollen, nose bleeding. But it wasn’t nearly comparable to the sight of the man in Connie’s grasp, clutching his side where Eren probably bruised a few ribs.
Distant sirens catch your attention, and your eyes widen. “You guys need to get the fuck out of here, now.” You hear Jean say, pushing Eren out of his hold towards you. Eren looks like he’s ready to go in for another round, but Jean intervenes. “Now, Yeager.”
You grab Eren’s hand and immediately begin speed walking in the direction of your apartment.
“Fuck, Ren.” You hated this. You hated that your lip was now split. You hated that your boyfriend can’t control himself. And more than any of that, you hated running, which you’re now forced to do.
Sirens get louder, causing your boyfriend to curse and pull you into some alley that’s semi well hidden. The darkness of the night and lack of street lights was enough to promise your temporary safety from the cops.
Eren holds you against the wall, looking down at you with wild eyes.
“You could’ve fucking killed him,” You spat, finally catching your breath.
“Good, that motherfucker deserved it,” He retorts.
You go to reply when the sirens finally pass by the street alley you’re on.
“You’re so fucking hard headed.” Is your response once it’s deemed safe. You push him off of you, as you run your hands down your skirt. “You didn’t have to do all of that.”
“So I should’ve let him sit there and disrespect you?”
“He didn’t just disrespect me, he disrespected you. And I know you.” You point a well manicured finger at him. “That probably pissed you off more.”
“Why are you turning this shit on me? Do you want a fucking pussy for a boyfriend, then? You like being knocked around and called a bitch?”
“Right, cause it’s only okay when you do it.” Is your sharp reply before you’re turning on your heel to head home.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” His voice sharpens.
You ignore him, continuing your walk. He jogs up behind you and pulls you back by your arms.
“Eren- oof!” He pushes you into a wall.
His nose has stopped bleeding but his cheekbone still has a drop dripping. His hair is wild, his eyes are blown. He looks insane. But what’s more insane is the fact that you still trust him, and know that he wouldn’t hurt a hair on your head.
“Say that again.”
“You heard me.”
He brings a hand up to your jaw, grip far too soft for the look in his eye. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just stares at you with a harsh glare.
“What, are you gonna treat me like that guy? Rough me up?” You grit out, angry that your night that was supposed to be peaceful was gonna be replaced with bandaging up your ill tempered boyfriend, and showering this alley’s dirt off your skin.
He suddenly snapped out of it. His grip where he was holding you by your hip and shoulder loosened. “No.” His voice was hoarse. “I would never do that. I would never do that.” He steps away from you, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
You don’t say anything for a minute, just staring at him. You wipe at your bloodied lip, and eye your red fingers.
His eyes soften at the sight of you, and he reaches out to gently trace just underneath it. “I hate seeing this. It’s my fault you were even put in that position,” He sighs.
You shrug, feeling your anger melt away at the sight of your bloodied and broken boyfriend. “It’s okay,” It wasn’t.
“No, it’s not.” He pulls you back into him, in a hug this time. “I’m so sorry, baby. Fuck,”
His arms are strong around you. He still smells good somehow.
“I love you. I’m an idiot.” He tsks, kissing you. If he minds the blood, he doesn’t mention it. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You sigh out, kissing him again.
He slowly backs you into the wall again, for a different reason this time. His kisses become harsher, stinging your lip. You can’t bring yourself to care.
He hoists you up on his lap, continuing to kiss you deeply as if he never would again. “It’s all for you,” He mumbles against your lips. “All of it.”
You knew that. And you know it’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him.
When you two finally pull yourselves out of the alley, it’s closing up on morning time.
“Let’s watch one of those comedies you like tonight,” Eren holds your hand, swinging it.
“Okay, but after we shower. And I definitely won’t make it past the opening credits,” You warn. He laughs, and the two of you continue to stroll down the sidewalk.
You know you must look like quite the sight, the two of you. Your knuckles intertwined with Eren’s bloodied ones. Your busted lip matching his purple stained cheekbone. And your two dopey smiles. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.
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i love you forever, i love you forever. (e. yeager x reader)
cw : toxic relationship , fist fights (NOT between eren & reader) , drunk fighting , blood , reader & eren both get injured . 1.3k words
a/n : there’s a reference to eren injuring the reader but once again, he does not personally inflict pain on her.
The clatter of the night life around was loud, so loud, you just wanted to be home and away from all the noise. Eren’s arm was strong beneath yours where you were holding it under your grasp. It made you appreciate his ability to hold you up.
Everything was going to plan. You and the group had gone to a bar tonight, partied a little, and drank a lot. And it was fun, of course it was, but now you just wanted to be under the covers with your boyfriend away from the rest of the world.
And it nearly went perfectly. Almost. If it weren’t for some dude bumping into your shoulder as he waltzes past you. On one hand, you were a little annoyed that the asshole couldn’t even apologize. On the other hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit. Things happen. You didn’t have the energy to deal with it much anyway.
You and Eren were different. That’s why you guys work so well together, is what you told yourself. Other people argue that’s the reason you two butt heads so much. Where you liked romantic comedies, Eren likes documentaries. Where you prefer Mexican, Eren prefers Italian. When you get docile when you’re drunk, Eren gets angry. So when you go to keep moving, Eren nearly knocks you back from where you’re still holding onto his arm.
“Aren’t you going to apologize?” He glares at the man.
“Maybe you two should watch where you’re going.”
Oh, great.
You try to calm him down with a, “C’mon, Eren, let’s go home.” But whatever impact it would’ve had was immediately cut down when the other man replies:
“Yeah, Eren, listen to your clumsy ass bitch and go home.”
And, well, it was out of your hands from there.
Eren pushes you out of the way before he swings on the man, and a flurry of limbs and grunts flying around the semi vacant street.
You call out his name, trying to grab him free, which knocks him off his coordination very slightly. The man is able to get in a hit or two to his face but it doesn’t matter at all, because of you. You get too close to the crossfire, and the rude man’s fist knocks into your lip.
And, fuck. That stings. You stumble back, nearly falling on your ass. Suddenly you feel a lot more sober. The sound of your whimper pushes your boyfriend into a red hot rage and whatever chance he had of pulling off the man was thrown out of the window.
You grab your phone in a shaken frenzy to call Jean and Connie, knowing they were still at the bar a few minutes walk away.
It’s too late for the man’s dignity and well being. When Jean and Connie finally arrive, running to separate the two men from the ground, he was pummeled already.
Eren’s cut cheekbone was swollen, nose bleeding. But it wasn’t nearly comparable to the sight of the man in Connie’s grasp, clutching his side where Eren probably bruised a few ribs.
Distant sirens catch your attention, and your eyes widen. “You guys need to get the fuck out of here, now.” You hear Jean say, pushing Eren out of his hold towards you. Eren looks like he’s ready to go in for another round, but Jean intervenes. “Now, Yeager.”
You grab Eren’s hand and immediately begin speed walking in the direction of your apartment.
“Fuck, Ren.” You hated this. You hated that your lip was now split. You hated that your boyfriend can’t control himself. And more than any of that, you hated running, which you’re now forced to do.
Sirens get louder, causing your boyfriend to curse and pull you into some alley that’s semi well hidden. The darkness of the night and lack of street lights was enough to promise your temporary safety from the cops.
Eren holds you against the wall, looking down at you with wild eyes.
“You could’ve fucking killed him,” You spat, finally catching your breath.
“Good, that motherfucker deserved it,” He retorts.
You go to reply when the sirens finally pass by the street alley you’re on.
“You’re so fucking hard headed.” Is your response once it’s deemed safe. You push him off of you, as you run your hands down your skirt. “You didn’t have to do all of that.”
“So I should’ve let him sit there and disrespect you?”
“He didn’t just disrespect me, he disrespected you. And I know you.” You point a well manicured finger at him. “That probably pissed you off more.”
“Why are you turning this shit on me? Do you want a fucking pussy for a boyfriend, then? You like being knocked around and called a bitch?”
“Right, cause it’s only okay when you do it.” Is your sharp reply before you’re turning on your heel to head home.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” His voice sharpens.
You ignore him, continuing your walk. He jogs up behind you and pulls you back by your arms.
“Eren- oof!” He pushes you into a wall.
His nose has stopped bleeding but his cheekbone still has a drop dripping. His hair is wild, his eyes are blown. He looks insane. But what’s more insane is the fact that you still trust him, and know that he wouldn’t hurt a hair on your head.
“Say that again.”
“You heard me.”
He brings a hand up to your jaw, grip far too soft for the look in his eye. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just stares at you with a harsh glare.
“What, are you gonna treat me like that guy? Rough me up?” You grit out, angry that your night that was supposed to be peaceful was gonna be replaced with bandaging up your ill tempered boyfriend, and showering this alley’s dirt off your skin.
He suddenly snapped out of it. His grip where he was holding you by your hip and shoulder loosened. “No.” His voice was hoarse. “I would never do that. I would never do that.” He steps away from you, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
You don’t say anything for a minute, just staring at him. You wipe at your bloodied lip, and eye your red fingers.
His eyes soften at the sight of you, and he reaches out to gently trace just underneath it. “I hate seeing this. It’s my fault you were even put in that position,” He sighs.
You shrug, feeling your anger melt away at the sight of your bloodied and broken boyfriend. “It’s okay,” It wasn’t.
“No, it’s not.” He pulls you back into him, in a hug this time. “I’m so sorry, baby. Fuck,”
His arms are strong around you. He still smells good somehow.
“I love you. I’m an idiot.” He tsks, kissing you. If he minds the blood, he doesn’t mention it. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You sigh out, kissing him again.
He slowly backs you into the wall again, for a different reason this time. His kisses become harsher, stinging your lip. You can’t bring yourself to care.
He hoists you up on his lap, continuing to kiss you deeply as if he never would again. “It’s all for you,” He mumbles against your lips. “All of it.”
You knew that. And you know it’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him.
When you two finally pull yourselves out of the alley, it’s closing up on morning time.
“Let’s watch one of those comedies you like tonight,” Eren holds your hand, swinging it.
“Okay, but after we shower. And I definitely won’t make it past the opening credits,” You warn. He laughs, and the two of you continue to stroll down the sidewalk.
You know you must look like quite the sight, the two of you. Your knuckles intertwined with Eren’s bloodied ones. Your busted lip matching his purple stained cheekbone. And your two dopey smiles. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.
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red dress (jean k. x reader)
(summary : you’re his muse) fluff blurb ! 576 words
written w @gojonator !!! my wife & bestie
"Hold still," Jean says, his tongue poking out between his lips as he looks between you and his canvas.
"I'm trying," You reply, adjusting your posture. "But my butt is starting to hurt from sitting on this stool for so long."
Jean looks up from his painting with a smirk. "Well, when I'm done, I can kiss it better."
"Jean!" You squeal. "If I wasn't modeling for you right now, I'd throw something at your head."
He chuckles. "Okay, okay. I'm not trying to take forever, but I wanna get everything perfect. You're the best muse." He says dipping his brush into some red paint. "Just a little longer, baby and that's it."
"I feel like I'm in the Titanic," You joke, rolling your back out a little.
"Hopefully my career doesn't tank like that did," Jean snorts, repositioning his hand on the brush.
"Jean! Don't say that, you'll jinx it." His girlfriend chastises him, returning to your position. "And it won't. You heard what those stuffy business guys were saying at your exhibit. They want you."
"Well, they're gonna want you after they see this painting." He scoffs out a laugh, painting where the neckline of your dress swoops into a V.
"I'll sweeten up a deal for you, Jean Kirstein."
"I don't know if that's romantic or offensive."
You shrug on the seat you sit on. "Depends on how much you end up banking,"
"Shut up, you're distracting me," He laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes before returning to his work.
Some time passes in silence, allowing you to take this time to admire how good your boyfriend looks. Opting out of a shirt, he wears a painter's smock with black jeans on under it. His eyes are intense as he takes in your figure, committing it to detail on the canvas.
"Say, am I getting a percentage from this commission?"
"I can think of a few ways to pay you back," He snorts, looking up at you.
"If it doesn't involve a check, then I don't wanna hear it," His girlfriend jokes.
Jean ignores your comment and asks you to turn slightly, trying to make sure every angle is depicted accurately.
"What are you gonna call this piece anyway? Is it gonna be like the Mona Lisa? Just my name? Imagine someone saying my name is their favorite piece of artwork." You daydream.
"Don't slouch," Jean says, studying your features before going back to painting. "And I already think that about you every day."
You sit up straight like you were asked, and your actions are accompanied by a slight blush at her boyfriend's compliment.
"And... Done!" The brunette man sighs out, finalizing the last brush stroke. "Come look."
You waste no time getting out of your seat and rush to Jean's side. "Oh my god, it's beautiful, Jean." You admire the piece. It looked exactly like you, and every strand of hair and lace detail in the dress was perfectly on display.
"Not as beautiful as the real thing." He stares up at you.
“You sap,” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss. He exhales, slotting his lips against yours as he rolls his shoulders. “Jean,” You pull away, resting your hands against his jaw. “You are so talented. Truly.” He stares deeply into your eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “‘M so proud of you. I love you.”
He kisses you. “I love you,” Again. “I love you.”
#<3.jean#jean kirstein x reader#attack on titan x reader#jean kirstein fluff#attack on titan fluff#<3.rielle
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feeling a wave of sanji & law come up on me…… oh lord what’s happening 2 me
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SOOO CUTTE SOOO GOOD I LOVE MY HUSBAND WRITTEN BY MY WIFE!!!
dream-maker, heartbreaker - [eren yeager]
tags: fluff, eren drives a motorcycle, everyone should listen to moon river (frank ocean’s version), written for @flwrbo (she helped write some of it too!!)
You sit behind Eren on his motorcycle with your helmet on, nervously fidgeting as you wait for him to speed off.
"Will you quit squirming," He says, finally revving up the engine. "If we crash, it'll be all your fault."
"I'm sorry," you pout. "I just never get used to this."
Eren lifts his arms up slightly, your cue that he's ready for you to put your arms around him so you guys can go. You wrap around him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut as you guys take off. You can feel his muscles flexing as he tightens his grip on the handlebars.
The wind zips around you wildly, hair flying loosely under the helmet Eren buckled on for you. You can't stop the small excited squeal that leaves your chest when Eren makes a sharp turn.
Eren feels your giggles against his back and can't help the playful smirk that tugs on his lips. He's a bit chilly around his neck where his hair is tied in a bun, and he swears you could be a mindreader when you lean in to press a kiss there.
A blush takes over his neck and chest, replacing the chill with a burning blush. He slows down at a red light and turns over a bit. "Havin’ fun back there?”
"I'd have more fun if we slowed down!” you yell from the back. That makes Eren laugh, and he speeds up just to get a reaction out of you, loving the way you squealed and giggled. He loved how safe and comfortable you felt with him, even when he was goofing off on his motorcycle like this. It gave him a sense of superiority.
"'Ren, look!" you point to a little flower patch off to the side of the road. Eren glances off to the side and pulls his motorcycle over that way. He parks in front of it and takes off his helmet, but not before helping you unclip your helmet and step down first.
He walks over and not-so-gently rips a handful out of the ground. He bows to you, presenting the bouquet as if you’re a princess. "For you, M'lady."
You giggle at the juxtaposition of your boyfriend’s outfit and the flowers he’s holding— the dark, heavy leather jacket and boots look silly against the bright petals.
"Thank you, kind sir." you curtsy and take them.
Eren slips another flower behind your ear, then takes out his phone. "Shall we dance?" he asks, queuing up Moon River, you guys’ favorite song. He takes your hand and pulls you from the edge of the field into the middle, where you were surrounded by an array of different flowers and plants.
"We shall."
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guys pls this armin brainrot is so bad i just wanna sit on his lap and smoosh his cheeks oh my gosh !!! how is a girl supposed to live like this ..
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armin arlert x reader . mdni !
i think when armin gets extremely pent up, it’s hard for him to hold back. he feels so guilty, so shy, so dirty for the overwhelming need that thrums through his veins, the tremble in his hands with that itch to touch you, the heaviness in his slacks as he has you this close. it’s nearly blinding when you drag his hands to your hips for him, giving him that push to give into himself, to take you the way you know you want him to. the way you know he wants to. once he starts, it’s like a lever gets flipped. his hands are on you, dragging you by your hips to feel you against him, to use your plush body on his heavy cock. a blush takes over his cheeks at the exertion, heavy pants and quiet curses filling the room as he releases some of that pressure. and when he finally takes matters into his own hands to press you down and fuck you into the soft bedding of his mattress, all you can focus on is the heavy slaps of his hips and small whines that are breathed into your neck. he needed you. he needed this. <33
#armin arlert x reader#armin arlert smut#<3.armin#god i love this man so bad i just wanna see him lose his composure
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omg this audio is sooo good i can’t believe i haven’t heard it before!!! :o
being so needy for jean when he’s too busy for his baby ): you keep pawing at him with your prettily painted nails, running up and down his arms and thighs but nothing seems to work. you’re even pulling out the big guns, kissing that one spot on his neck that you know always riles him up. but he’s still adamant on finishing stupid paperwork. eventually he gets tired of your pouting and huffing, dragging you by your hip over his thigh, telling you to “put in the work, baby.” he nearly loses his composure as you shudder and whimper right into his ear, your frilly skirt doing nothing to cover your panties from his denim clad thigh. <33 almost done with his work and then he can finally take u like he deserves
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somethin’ stupid (levi a. x reader blurb)
accompanying levi to some scouts ball, dressed up to the nines. he hates it all; he hates the fancy jargon people throw at him, hates the way people get sloppy with their drinks, hates how stiff his stupid dress coat feels around his arms. but he can stand it when you’re standing beside him in a beautiful gown, mocking the jargon, red flush over your face at the alcohol, loves how pretty your dress seems to flare as you move about.
you’re content to stand beside him as he grumbles here and there, checking his watch to see if the two hours he’d promised erwin to stay had passed yet, until a familiar song begins to play overhead.
he can hear your humming beside him, your light swaying, and it causes his heart to tighten in his chest. “c’mon,” he’d mumbled, pulling you to the dance floor where bodies were already sweating and swaying. he’d hate it if you weren’t there. but you are. so this is the least he can do.
he pulls you close, swaying you as a dopey smile graces your lips, the sinatras’ voices making the perfect soundtrack to the way your heart happily bounces in your rib cage.
“the time is right, your perfume fills my head. the stars get red, and oh, the nights so blue. and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘i love you,‘“
levi twirls and dips you, electing to ignore the glances he’s probably getting to instead focus on the silk of your gown and the bliss on your face.
he presses a sweet, small kiss on your bare shoulder as the song finishes.
“i love you, i love you, i love you…”
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One of the many perks of dating the commander is his luxurious living quarters. Plush king-sized bed, large dressers (some of which had drawers filled with your items), and the best part: The large circular tub that was deep enough to come all the way up to your chest. And as much as you adored it, you were sure Erwin might adore it even more.
The candles were lit along the side of the tub, lights drawn low as you rested in the hot bubbly water. Your contented sighs rang through the empty walls occasionally as your tense muscles relaxed after a long day of training.
You were too in your own bubble of solitude to hear your lover walk into the bathroom, taking in your naked glory. Your hair was rested in a beautiful updo, not wanting to ruin it with the bath water. Your cheeks were rosy from the heat, matching well with the pretty shade of lip varnish you'd put on to prevent your lips from drying out. The tops of your breasts were peaking out from foamy water, causing Erwin's mouth to dry. You were an impeccable sight of beauty.
"You look divine," His voice startles you, and he has to stop his smile from forming at the look of shock on your face.
"Hi, Win! I hope you don't mind that I've stolen your tub," You move gracefully through the water, coming a little closer to the edge that he's now stood in front of.
"How could I mind with a sight like this?" He sighs, reaching up to remove his tie from his shirt, hanging his clothes neatly as he undresses.
"Will you join me?" You extend out a dripping hand from the water towards the tall man, enticing him. A hum rings through as he finally takes off his undershirt. His scarred torso is bare for your eyes, and you drink it up gratefully.
He reaches past your outstretched hand, into the hot water, and onto your chest. His palm cups your breast, tracing downwards below the water as he follows your plush tummy, and hips, all the way down to your thigh.
"Yes, I believe I could be convinced," He smirks, using the same hand to push your legs apart. "Just let me have my fun first."
You sigh, leaning your head back in bliss. You could live with that.
#attack on titan x reader#erwin smith smut#erwin smith x reader#<3.erwin#attack on titan smut#<3.chubby reader
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being an OF couple with modern day!Law & having to take promo pics..
The two of you had gained quite a mass following with your adorable juxtaposition of Law’s hard demeanor, always dressed in his all black outfits, rings adorning his fingers, tattoos on full show to your frilly pink and white sweetheart attitude. The two of you were actually able to rent the time of a small photographer much to Law’s dismay. “It's different when I have full control over the angles and editing.” He’d grumbled. “Please baby you’re gonna look so hot!!!”
So here you two were. You’d made sure to tell the photographer ahead of time that he would appreciate the ability to give feedback on any editing done, which she’d agreed to wholeheartedly. The two of you had prepared your own clothes (and things to wear when you were not wearing those clothes) for the shoot.
Law had chosen his classic black jeans with a white tee that hugged his frame perfectly while you’d gone with an adorable white slip dress that fit all your curves in the right places.
Before the shoot, the photographer gave the two of you some space, leaving the small enclosed sitting area. “Are you excited?” you look up prettily through your mascara’d eyelashes at your boyfriend from the settee.
“Mm,” he mumbled, using his thumb to wipe away some excess lip gloss from the corner of your lips. “Excited to see you pose all pretty, maybe.”
“Law,” you pout. “i wish you were more enthusiastic,” he tsks at this.
“Don’t pout at me, I hate that.” he leans down for a kiss. “It'll be worth it in the end when this shoot takes off,” he shrugs.
“I’ll make it worth it, too.” you promise, leaning in to kiss him through his jeans. He was so tall standing over you. “and the fans are gonna go crazy over how hot you look.” he smirks, putting his hand on your head to guide your peppered kisses.
“I know you will.”
A few knocks at your door let you know it’s time for the shoot. You squeal excitedly, leaning up for one last kiss from your boyfriend before the two of you make your way to the shooting area.
You’re shooting in your own bedroom, with the addition of a new mirror, light fixtures and cameras around for the set.
“Once this is over, I’m gonna ruin you on these bedsheets,” Law leans down to whisper in your ear.
The blush it causes to run over your body matches the pink on your outfit nicely as Law bends you into pretty positions that Twitter loses their minds over.
It’s nice. But nicer is the soreness in your legs once Law is finally done with you.
#<3.law#trafalgar law x reader#one piece x reader#trafalgar law smut#this was in my drafts FOREVER sorry y’all
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being so needy for jean when he’s too busy for his baby ): you keep pawing at him with your prettily painted nails, running up and down his arms and thighs but nothing seems to work. you’re even pulling out the big guns, kissing that one spot on his neck that you know always riles him up. but he’s still adamant on finishing stupid paperwork. eventually he gets tired of your pouting and huffing, dragging you by your hip over his thigh, telling you to “put in the work, baby.” he nearly loses his composure as you shudder and whimper right into his ear, your frilly skirt doing nothing to cover your panties from his denim clad thigh. <33 almost done with his work and then he can finally take u like he deserves
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painting your nails while you’re next to erwin , sitting pretty and quiet as he does whatever stack of paperwork he’s currently drowning in . he helps you pick out the color , promising how nicely it’ll compliment your skin tone. he even helps hold the bottle of nail varnish for you when the lid starts to get stuck, giving you his word that he’ll buy a brand new bottle with you on his next off day <3 and no matter how busy he is, he always makes the time to lean over and compliment your work. ): but his favorite part comes after he finally puts his pen down, making a challenge out of you not smudging your brand new prettily painted nails as he kisses between your thighs.
#<3.erwin#god i love him so bad#erwin smith x reader#attack on titan x reader#erwin smith#the man that u are…
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peppermint kisses (eren x f!reader x armin)
summary : u set up your christmas tree w your boyfriends <3 (fluff wc 713)
“This stupid branch keeps poking me,” Eren groans, rubbing his hand over his slowly reddening forehead. You can’t stop your giggles at his adorably frustrated expression, hiding your smile behind your hand.
“I have hot cocoa!” Armin smiles widely, balancing three mugs in his hands.
You graciously accept the sweet drink, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Min!” You beam at the blond man, taking a slow sip of the warm beverage. “You always make it so good,”
“Yeah, it tastes so good it almost makes up for the fact that I had to put these stupid lights up myself,” Eren grumbles, taking a drink from his mug.
“I could’ve helped you!” You protested, wiping some whipped cream off your mouth.
“As if I’d ever ask the princess to do anything,” He scoffs, setting his mug down.
The Princess name had started in an adoring way from your blond boyfriend, always cooing over how he never wants you to lift a finger. Truly doting in every best way possible. Your other boyfriend, however, started using the name as a way to poke fun at you.
“You shouldn’t have to do any hard work when you’re that cute,”
“You spoil her too much, Armin.”
So now you’re kind of stuck with it.
You can’t complain though, not when it comes so sweetly out of Armin’s mouth.
“Princess, are the bulbs in this bag?”
You spring out of your seat to help him grab a few, placing them sporadically throughout the tree. “You put your blue too close to mine, Ren,” you scoffed, moving his ornament in a better spot.
“How dare you move my perfectly placed ornament?”
He comes behind you to tickle you, nearly causing you to drop the bulbs in your hand. “Ren, stop!! Armin, please, help me!” Your giggles and squeals cut loudly through the living room.
Armin covers you with his whole body, safely moving you from harm’s (Eren’s) way. “You’re so brave, how did you ever brave that fight?”
You laugh happily. “I narrowly escaped.”
Eren breathes out a laugh, digging through the bags again. “Hey, look,” He pulls out something green and sparking. “A mistletoe,” He uses his height to his advantage, holding it above your head.
He and Armin both lean into your cheeks at the same time, pressing peppermint flavored kisses to your skin.
Your giggles are contagious, both of your boyfriends growing large grins on their faces. Eren leans in to press a kiss to Armin’s forehead before dropping the mistletoe back in the bag.
“Why do we even have that?” Armin wonders aloud, picking up a few more bulbs to finish up the tree.
“I think Jean was using it to try and pick up Mikasa last year,” You giggle, taking another sip of your hot cocoa.
“Obviously it didn’t work.” Eren mumbled under his breath, placing the last few bulbs on the tree.
You squeal, taking a step back to admire the tree in its entirety. “It looks so cute, guys!!” You throw yourself into their arms, hugging in happiness. “Let’s take a selfie, I want to show off how cute it is to our friends,” You pull out your phone, slipping it into selfie mode before you take a picture with your lovers.
Eren half smiles, one of his hands reaching up to smoosh your cheeks into a smile. Armin smiles widely with his eyes closed, throwing up a thumbs up, his other arm wrapped around your back. You sit there smiling widely in the middle, cheeks smooshed and a happy glint in your eye.
You send it off to your friends after making it your new lock screen. “We’re so cute,” you gush, throwing yourself on the couch. Armin comes to sit beside you, pulling your upper half onto his lap as Eren copies his motion on your other side.
“We should watch a movie,” Armin suggests, already grabbing the remote.
“Let’s watch Elf!!” You squeal, burrowing yourself deeper into your lovers.
“Fine, but I get to pick the next movie,” Eren flicks at your fuzzy socks. “And you need to make the popcorn.” He bargains.
“I’ll do it!” Armin jumps up, already out of the seat.
Eren scoffs. “Princess,” he rolls his eyes, but snuggles deeper into you anyway.
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