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Toji and You

This is what you get after teasing toji

If you’re still doing the beach club event can you do the familiar trip with Yuuji as reader & Sukuna’s child, with 7 27 30? I really like dad!sukuna😭

yes of course ! i hope you like it !

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7. going to the beach!

27. showing a child the sea for the first time

30. taking pics of the trip

tw: the reader is referred as "mom" by Yuuji because i don't know what too put instead, neutral gender fem bodied reader.

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"Come on dad, come on, come on, wake up, wake up! It's sunny!" Sukuna's grip on your waist softens a bit, right before getting his body even closer to yours. Yuuji starts again. "Dad, today we are going to see the ocean! We can't miss it!" You're too sleepy to form a coherent phrase on your head to answer your poor child, but Sukuna's voice speaks before you.

"It's still too early, Yuuji. We don't want to wake up the little animals that sleep on the sea, right? Go back to bed and sleep a little more." with the final sentence, Sukuna hides his face again on your neck. You feel Yuuji's little steps before feeling him snuggle against your body. You open your eyes a little to see your son against your chest, sneaking between your arms. Hugging him, the child whispers. "Mom, can I wait here with you?" he asks. You nod quietly, caressing his hair. You can feel how Sukuna's hand sneaks passing your waist to hold your child.

It's not a long time after when you hear Sukuna's phone ringing. Yuuji moves between your arms, waking up slowly until he realizes what does that mean. He gets up fast, looking at both his parents. "Time to go to the beach!" he says. You stretch in your little bed space and Sukuna yawns before sitting on the bed. He takes Yuuji between his arms.

"Let's get a shower and dressed while mom wakes up, yeah?" Yuuji nods and both of them leave the bed and the room under your sleepy gaze. You obligate yourself to sit in bed. Yesterday, it was too late when you arrived to the hotel, and little Yuuji slept since the plane landed, without having more dinner than a glass of warm milk with chocolate. Sukuna stayed awake with you, helping you to order the luggage, taking a relaxing bath and preparing Yuuji's bag for the beach. After some cuddling and pillow talk, you two fell asleep.

You take a swimsuit and a long t-shirt you can use for the beach, making sure the window is covered with the curtains before putting it on. You head to the kitchen with the idea of making some breakfast, but the smell of coffee and something being cooked reaches you. Yuuji is sitting on the table, sipping his chocolate from a straw, and there are two cups of coffee, one if front of the other, in both sides of the child. You get closer to Sukuna, seeing that he's cooking a couple sandwiches to have as a breakfast.

"Need help?" You ask, taking a plate. Plate that Sukuna takes away, winking at you.

"No need. Just sit. Your coffee has a little bit of chocolate, as you like." With a kiss on his still naked shoulder, right on a tattoo, you sit near to your son. He looks at you with a smile.

"Do you know that fishes like Nemo live in the sea? Dad told me a lot of things!" He keeps talking and Sukuna serves the breakfast. Right after finishing, your partner gets dressed with a plain t-shirt and you adjust Yuuji's backpack, that contains some toys, before giving him some instructions.

"Be careful and don't lose any toy, yeah? You know that Gojo bought them to you! Also, be careful with the sea, yeah? Don't go too far from mom and dad and always ask us to accompany you to the water, yes, baby?" Yuuji nods quietly, understanding all you're saying. "Be careful, please." Yuuji nods, this time with energy, before kissing your cheek.

"I will mommy!" he says, excited. Taking your bag, the three of you leave the hotel room heading to the beach. Yuuji asks his dad to lift him up and he does, sitting the little child on his shoulders. It's almost impossible to deny the kinship between them. Yuuji is, basically, a copy of his father, with more chubby cheeks and the absence of tattoos, of course. Yuuji smiles openly before talking, interrupting the little chat you and Sukuna have been having for the last ten minutes. "Look! That's water! It's that the sea, dad?!" he asks, pure excitement on his voice and eyes. Sukuna nods, his son still sitting on his shoulders, the man's hands holding his child's legs, avoiding him to fall.

"Mom, mom, look, the sea!" he laughs and claps quietly. Even when Sukuna has a neutral expression on his face, you can see the happiness shining on his eyes.

After putting all the towels and beach things on a calm cove, you apply sun protector to Yuuji, but he's too excited to go near the water.

"Can we go, mommy?" he asks, helping you to put sunscreen on. Some groups of people have put their towels around.

"Wait for me to help mom to put sunscreen on, yeah?" Sukuna says, sunglasses hiding his eyes and the tattoos under them, taking the sun protector and gently applying it on your back, massaging quietly. He has his t-shirt still on. Yuuji gets up once he's done and he runs near his dad. "Dad, I'll help you!" Yuuji's little pair of hands massage your arms as Sukuna's ones put the sunscreen on your back. Once the three of you are ready, Sukuna takes his shirt off and his phone on his hand. A couple girls turn their heads to see him, taking off the shirt that smoothly. He passes an arm around your shoulders as he talks. "Oi, Yuuji, don't run you buddy."

But Yuuji is still too excited. Sukuna hands your his phone as he runs to take your child. You quickly open the camera, capturing in a video the moment where the father runs after the child, taking him on his arms while both of them laugh. His phone is quickly full of pictures of little Yuuji, trying the water with his feet, swimming with dad's help, a cute portrait of you with Yuuji wrapped in a towel, sitting between your legs as you hug him. Yuuji also takes a picture of the two of you helping him with a sand castle!

The day at the beach has easily became one of the most magical days on Yuuji's 6 years of life. He saw fishes, crabs, even a couple starfishes! Dad has helped him to build an enormous castle and you helped him to swim on the sea! Going back to the hotel, at afternoon, Yuuji is wrapped in his towel, between your arms, calmly sleeping against your chest after the waste of energy he had. His little hand is gripped to your t-shirt as Sukuna is carrying all the stuff. You leave him on his bed as soon as you three arrive to your room. Then, when your two are back in your bed, you look at the pictures that you took of the day. Sukuna moves quietly to be able to kiss your forehead.

"Thanks." he says, while still looking to the pictures.

"For what?" you ask, looking to the picture that a woman near took of the three of you. She even said you were the cutest family she had ever seen!

"For letting me be happy with you and Yuuji. Thanks, y/n"

toji’s cumdump ~ imagine

thinking about y/n being toji’s cumdump. every night he pounds into you, filling you up to the brim while your body shakes from over stimulation. when toji is out killing people, you are ordered to stay in the bedroom, legs open, pussy wet for him to penetrate you as soon as he comes home. when he’s close, toji pushes himself deep into you until he feels your cervix to spill his heavy loads.. then shoves a dildo into your pussy so you don’t spill any of his precious cum while he goes to take a shower.. sometimes when he feels extra merciless, toji ties both your wrists to the bed frame and fucks the living shit out of you. even when you beg him to stop because it physically hurts to have sex now, toji harshly grabs your jaw and tells you to take what he gives because no one will be able to breed you as well as he can ♡︎///♡︎

OHMYGOD

I couldn’t wait anymore for season 2 so I took matters into my own hands 😭😭😭

Me: no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, clean me and kick me, I would say thank you

👉👈 can we have more nsfw twitter links please 🙏

— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

over 50 links featuring gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, enjoy

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Gojo making you ride him

Gojo inviting you, the shy girl, to his dorm

Gojo breeding you

Gojo fucking you from the back

Gojo taking you for a ride in his car

Your step bro Gojo got distracted while teaching you to play the piano

Gojo fucking you in an elevator

How Gojo fucks you when he’s mad

The reason Gojo invested in a self driving car

Gojo can’t stop messily breeding you full

Gojo eating you out a new position

Fucking your son’s best friend

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Geto spanking you on camera

Geto loves your ass

Geto giving you backshots

Geto fucking you in his car before he brings you home to your parents

Your fuck buddy Geto is careful to not cum in you

Older bf Geto fingering you

Geto taking his anger out on you

Geto making you suck him off

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Dilf! Nanami’s cock is too big to fit, so you improvise

Nanami fucking you

Riding Nanami’s face

Fucking professor Nanami

Nanami eating you out

Nanami playing with his baby girl’s pussy

Nanami breeding your cunny full

Nanami making you squirt through your panties

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji fingering you in the store

Toji making you get a back tattoo for when he fucks you from behind

Toji’s way of stopping you from squirming

Fucking your best friend’s dad Toji

Dilf! Toji fucking you in the ass so your boyfriend doesn’t notice

Your dad’s best friend touching you

Car sex with older bf Toji

A compilation of all the videos Toji’s recorded fucking you

Toji overstimulating you with a vibrator

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Sukuna putting a leash round your neck

Sukuna fucking you, his little brother’s best friend

A walk with your boyfriend Sukuna turns into him cumming on your face

Sukuna making you watch porn and telling you to recreate it

Riding Sukuna

Sukuna fucking you slow

Riding dad’s best friend Sukuna

Sukuna fucking and breeding you hard

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

Giving Choso a handjob

Choso licking your clit after cumming in you

Choso eating you out

Choso asking his step sis to pull down her panties for him

Giving Choso a thigh job

Choso cumming from rubbing his clothed dick on your clothed ass

Giving Choso a foot job

Choso asks to try something new

with Taiju

SWEET LIKE HONEY — MASTERLIST.

【 started 】 — july 3, 2021.

【 finished 】 — ????

【 status 】— ongoing.

【 blurb 】 — "It’s your smell — your honey-like smell. Intoxicating from beginning to end, the first time he breathes it in, he can’t help but get addicted. And now, he doesn’t just yearn for your sweet scent — he craves for you."

【 pairing 】— tanjiro kamado x reader.

【 playlist 】 — SIDE A - him (comment: the songs in the playlist depict tanjiro's perspective. it is not my intention to romanticize the situation.) ; SIDE B - her [ under construction ]

【 DISCLAIMER 】— none of these behaviors are condoned by the writer. Please refrain from interacting if any of the following topics are triggering for you. Also, feel free to block the "_____ tw" tags.

ART ON PROLOGUE IS NOT MINE. credit goes to their rightful owners.

【 notice 】 — minors, ageless blogs do not react, do not interact. Age in bio or you'll be blocked.

【 warnings 】 — yandere themes, toxicity, gore, manipulation, smut, delusional thoughts, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior. All characters are aged up.

WARNINGS VARY FROM CHAPTER TO CHAPTER, MAKE SURE TO READ THEM FIRST BEFORE DECIDING WHETHER TO CONTINUE OR NOT.

00. PROLOGUE - released on 07-03-2021.

01. CHAPTER 1 - released on 07-14-2021.

02. CHAPTER 2 - released on 08-02-2021.

03. CHAPTER 3 - in progress.

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Milk and Cookies

Pairing: DILF!Eren x Reader

Length: 3.4k

CW: some light role play, heavy on the food play, cum eating, fingering, cockwarming, daddy/baby/honey and other pet names used, explicit sex

A/N: A DILF!Eren smut for Christmas. I know from my taglist form more than half of you guys want DILF Eren so give this some love. Also this ones a little…um… just avoid if you don’t wanna read about playing with food…

“Eren, I really don’t get why the outfit is necessary.” You gestured towards his festive choice of clothing, a set of red pants and a red furry top, the edges lined with white fabric reminiscent of the symbol of christmas: Santa Claus. He even wore the goofy red hat, the hat topped off with a white cotton puff ball. He barely gave the outfit any effort, not bothering to wear a shirt underneath nor a fake white wig and beard. He looked less like Santa Claus and more like a holiday-themed male exotic dancer, but that was beside the point. The real question was why.

He opened the closet door, rummaging through the back of the closet to pull out the gifts you’d wrapped and hidden away, to shield from the prying eyes of your son and daughter.

“‘Cause if they wake up right now and see their mom and dad putting gifts under the tree they’ll be traumatized,” Eren said, his voice muffled as he spoke from inside the closet. He pulled out a few boxes and one by one set them outside of the closet door. You helped him arrange them neatly into an organized stack. “At least at first glance we can pass for Santa. And I don’t wanna be responsible for crushing their hopes and dreams. At least not yet, anyway,” he ended with a chuckle.

“But doesn’t Santa go alone? Why’d I have to dress up too?” You looked down to your ‘Mrs. Claus’ outfit, a red and white long sleeved top with way too much cleavage paired with a short red skirt. It was most definitely not the attire of Mrs. Claus and it made you roll your eyes when Eren suggested it.

“That was more for me,” he gave you a wink, before bending down to pick up the stack of boxes to set under the christmas tree. After he set the boxes down he turned around, his intention being to grab the last box he’d left behind, but when his eyes flickered to you he smirked.

“You done staring at me yet, princess? I could use some help.” He’d caught you staring at him – how could you not when his abs were right there? Sometimes you’d forget that your husband was built like a Greek god, but at times like these, when he was barely dressed on purpose to rile you up, his sculpted chest was always there to remind you of that fact.

Two could play at the teasing. You turned to bend down and pick up the box, exaggerating your movements so your skirt would ride up, teasing him with a glance at your panties. Before you could even stand up straight, box in your arms, Eren was behind you, his arms coming around to lift the box out of your arms and over your head, as his chest pressed against your back. He asked, his voice hushed, “The kids are right down the hall, you sure you wanna wake them up?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked innocently, though by the tone of his voice you already knew the answer.

He brought the box down into the crook of his arm and used his free hand to pinch your thigh. “You’re so cruel, been teasing me all day long.”

He wasn’t wrong – in a way you were. This morning when you made yourself a latte, you stared at him with bedroom eyes as you licked the foam away from your lips. And earlier today when you and the kids were baking cookies, you’d taken a finger-full of frosting and sucked on it, just a little too enthusiastically for it to be innocent. You’d been sending him signals all day, and now with the kids put to bed Eren was ready to take you up on your silent offers. But not without a taste of the silent torture you put him through today.

He dropped off the last box under the tree before taking a seat on the sofa, next to the table where you’d placed Santa's milk and cookies not too long ago before you put the kids to bed.

“Come sit on Santa's lap, naughty girl,” he teased as he patted his thigh, his eyes taking you in as you made your way over to him. They hungirly traversed your body, down your chest and back up your bare legs. Despite your best attempts at teasing, when it came down to it your confidence would always waiver. Eren always had that effect on you – to turn you into a flustered heap of goo, your legs wobbly, your voice shaky. But today you’d try your best not to be his prey.

You straddled your husband, the fabric of your lace panties flush against his red pants. Even through the fabric you could feel his arousal. His hands gripped your waist on either side as he placed a kiss to your chest, right above your cleavage. You rested your hands on the sides of his muscular chest.

“I was so right about this outfit,” he murmured against your chest, his lips brushing your skin.

“How so?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face even closer to you.

“It makes your tits look incredible,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke, before licking a stripe up the valley between your breasts. The contact made you shiver with anticipation.

He then kissed your neck, slow open mouth kisses that threatened to eat you up, as his hands came down to firmly grasp your ass beneath the red skirt.

When he finally reached the place he loved to kiss most, your lips, his kiss was rough and needy, nipping at your lips and full of tongue. He swallowed every moan that he pulled out of your body. Then Eren brushed a finger over your clothed cunt, the fabric practically drenched with your slick.

“Eren stop teasing me,” you whined, your voice low in his ear, as a thumb pressed on your clit over the fabric. He rubbed it in a slow circle, amusement clear in his viridian eyes.

“Mm, but you’ve been teasing me all day baby, it’s only fair,” his finger hooked onto the edge of your panties, setting the fabric aside, exposing your dripping cunt to him. His finger swiped up and down your folds, causing you to shudder on his lap.

“Don’t you think–” you paused to catch a breath, his thumb once again assaulting your clit in dangerously slow but firm circles. “ –maybe we should move to the, ah, bedroom?”

“But then who’s gonna eat all these cookies?” Eren picked up a cookie from the platter on the table, bringing the treat up to his mouth. You groaned as you were faced with a double assault — with one hand, Eren was licking the frosting off one of the sugar cookies, while the other continued to tease your clit, mirth dancing across his features as he teased you.

“Eren—“ his name came out as a moan as he stuffed a long finger inside you. He didn’t even break eye contact, purple frosting coating his sinful tongue as he watched you squirm.

“Try some, baby,” his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, leaving remnants of frosting in its wake. Your hips involuntarily grinded down on him as he fingered you at a languid pace, not nearly fast enough for what you craved.

“Please, Eren,” He could feel your walls clenching around his finger, but he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied, not yet.

“Please, what?” He blinked at you innocently as he brought the cookie into his mouth past his lips. He bit down and ate half, holding the other half in the air in front of your mouth. You could barely form words between his fingers brushing against your spongy walls and the way he teased you with the frosted cookie. “My lovely wife forgot how to speak tonight, hm?”

“I want you inside me,” you breathed out.

“I already am,” as if to make a point he pulled his finger out to the first knuckle before stuffing it back in.

You reached a hand down, looping a finger underneath the waistband of his pants, “you know what I meant,” you huffed, suppressing another moan. He slipped a second finger inside, then finished off the cookie in his other hand, making sure to suck off the frosting off the tips of his fingers. He felt your body stiffen at the sight.

His two fingers curled up against the spot he knew so well inside you.

“Eren!” You cried out his name as his fingers moved exactly the way he’d made you come undone so many times before.

“You gotta be a little more quiet, honey,” he chuckled, though his fingers showed no sign of stopping. You wanted to last longer, feeling pathetic that with just two fingers Eren could make you come undone, but he easily did just that. You felt that familiar feeling in your center, the high that you craved so badly, and Eren knew it was coming from the silent moans that escaped your parted lips in the form of heavy breaths. He watched in awe, a thumb coming up to rub against your clit to help you reach your peak, as he licked the traces of frosting off his lips.

“Fuck, Eren,” you tried your best to keep your voice low as you threw your head back, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Eren slowed down the movement of his fingers to a stop once he saw you were done, before pulling his fingers up to his lips. They were soaked with your essence and you watched as he lapped it up like a starved man downs a bottle of water, shooting you a cheeky grin.

“Can’t tell what’s sweeter, you or these cookies,” he said, his eyes trained on your hands as they came down to his waistband again. You tugged at the fabric, silently pleading at your husband with your eyes and a pout. He couldn’t help but smile, your want for him making his heart burst with affection. So many years together yet he’d still feel that feeling in his heart every time, the one where he couldn’t believe you wanted him in this way.

You moved back slightly, sitting on his knees. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch, just enough for you to pull down the fabric of his red pants and boxers to his mid thigh, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprung free, the tip wet with his arousal. He watched with lidded eyes, biting his sugar-coated lips, as your hand moved up and down his shaft.

Eren stifled a groan. “Sit on Santa’s lap, baby.”

“Please stop calling yourself Santa, it’s weird,” you chuckled.

“Okay, how about sit on daddy’s lap?”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing, the way the word daddy came off his tongue sent shivers up your spine. You crawled up the short distance from his knees to his hips, your hands coming up to his shoulders, bunching up the red fabric as you gripped onto him for support. With his hands supporting your hips, you sunk down onto him, a sigh of pleasure leaving your parted lips. Before you could move your hips up, his hands on your hips firmly pushed you down, and he leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Not yet, baby,” he said as one hand let go of your hips to reach for another frosted cookie, “How about we finish these off first, hm?”

How could he even sit there so composed with his cock stuffing you so full? You were so frustrated, you just wanted to move. And he couldn't help but grin at your obvious predicament.

“Eren, baby, can we please go to the bedroom?” you tried your best to make your voice firm despite speaking in a hushed voice. He only chuckled.

“You spent the whole day teasing me like this,” he took his index finger and swiped down the center of a frosted cookie, picking up a hearty glob of frosting, before taking the frosting and drawing a stripe down his tongue. He made a show of sucking off his finger, his smoldering eyes meeting your heated gaze. “At least let me have a little fun.”

Before you could say anything else, he repeated the motion of picking up some frosting on his fingers – but this time instead of his tongue, his finger drew a line of frosting down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands came up to your shoulders and pulled down your top slightly. He felt your walls clench around him as he dipped his head down to suck off the sweet cream from your skin. Then he pulled down your top further down your arms until your breasts were exposed to him. Like an artist painting a canvas, he smirked as he covered your nipple with frosting.

“Eren, fuck can you, mmm, please–” you wanted to beg for him to stop, the teasing going way further than you imagined it would. His tongue swirled around your perked nipple, lapping off the saccharine cream, before he sucked at it, taking the last of the frosting into his mouth.

He took his fingers that were covered in frosting and tapped them onto your lips, a signal to open them. When you did, he placed his fingers onto your tongue. “Shhh, don’t wanna wake the kids do you?”

You shook your head no, before closing your lips around his fingers and sucking off the remaining frosting. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. He rutted his hips up, causing you to moan, though your mouth was closed around his fingers still. He brought the cookie to his lips, eating half, then he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you the other half. They were soft and sweet, absolutely delicious. Even with most of the frosting removed.

Eren reached over for the glass of milk, taking a sip, watching in amusement as your patience was wearing down. There was one thing you could do, you realized as you watched him drink the white liquid.

You took the glass from out of his hand and took a sip, purposefully spilling a few drops from the corners of your lips. Immediately the imagery of white liquid on your lips brought his mind to not-so-innocent places, and you felt him stir below you. You stuck your tongue out, a faint white sheen coating your otherwise pink tongue, to lap up the drops of milk. You made sure to gaze at him the entire time, his mouth parted in surprise as he watched you.

This teasing was becoming too much, even for him.

“Fuck, hold on,” he tapped your thigh, his willpower gone. There was only so long he could take with you on his lap like that, in that sinful holiday outfit, drops of what could have been his essence trailing down your lips. You rose off his lap and he immediately moved up so that he was behind you, your body pressed down into the couch. In no time at all he slammed back into you, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’d probably wake up with bruises. But it didn’t matter, because all you could think of was how badly you wanted him.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your head turned behind you to get a look at him. If you weren’t so turned on you’d almost laugh at his head-to-toe Santa get-up. But honestly he looked incredible even in an outfit as ridiculous as that one. His abs, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistened in the soft lights of the living room. His eyes were a deep muted green, sultry and full of his passion. His hands were so warm on your hips, somehow still sending tingles up your spine after all this time.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” he rocked his hips just once, enough to kiss your cervix, before dragging back out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you asked, pushing your hips back up against him.

A hand came off your hip to squeeze the meat of your ass. He leaned down to your ear, “Yeah? Daddy 'll fuck you real good. Just keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He bunched up the fabric of your top and skirt around your waist, the sight of the red and white fabric making your actions almost even more sinful — to be fucking while dressed like mr. and mrs. Claus was not something he ever expected to do. But fuck if it wasn’t turning him on.

He pulled back before snapping his hips into you, the force pushing you further into the couch. You bit your lip and he repeated the motions over and over, his cock stretching you open and dragging along your tight walls. He watched as you took him in over and over, whispers of expletives tumbling out of his lips.

Normally Eren was quite vocal during sex, but tonight it was all muffled grunts and silent groans, a true effort to keep quiet. But you were another story.

His thrusts were becoming relentless, and when he reached the spot that had you seeing stars you sobbed.

“Shit, Eren, right there—yes,” you were so lost in it you didn’t realize the volume of your voice was increasing with every word.

He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers hooking into your mouth again.

“Naughty girl, what did I say?” He spoke into your ear again, his breath hot and his voice low, breathless due to his exertion.

“Ta thee quifettt,” you tried to speak but his fingers held your tongue down.

“Good girl,” he sighed in approval as he continued to slam his cock into you, “so so good, take me so perfectly baby,” his voice was soft in your ear still, his hands coming back down to cover the back of yours, his long fingers occupying the gaps between yours. He felt you clenching tight around him, your body sinking further into the couch. You were close.

“‘Ren I’m gonna—Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered below him. You felt him plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“Then do it. Cum on me, baby,” he bit down on your shoulder to suppress a groan as his thrusts were deep, reaching a spot in you that would have had you screaming if you weren’t 10 feet away from your sleeping children.

To help you reach your peak Eren pressed a finger against your clit, teasing circles around the bud. You were a goner after that, your orgasm coming quickly as you cried out his name.

Eren was close behind thanks to the way you clenched so tightly around him.

Suddenly Eren had an idea.

“Can I cum on your mouth?” He asked, his thrusts slowing down as you descended from your high.

“Anywhere you want,” you were too fucked out to care.

He pulled out, gesturing for you to sit up on the couch as he stood up before you. You stuck out your tongue and he brought the head of his sensitive dick to your mouth. He was on the edge already, his hand pumping his shaft as you licked at his tip, coated with your previous release. With a few strokes he came, a guttural moan coming out of his mouth from the back of his throat. His cum shot out into your mouth, some of it dribbling down the sides and over your chin. He watched as you stuck out your tongue to lap up whatever you didn’t swallow.

However there was still some left around your mouth. Eren swiped it up with his fingers, before reaching over for another cookie. You watched, a mixture of surprise and (to your own surprise?) arousal, as he mixed his seed with the frosting on the tips of his fingers. He stuck his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them clean.

“Eren, you’re so ridiculous,” you finally said after lapping up the last of his salty cum and the sweet frosting.

He chuckled, landing a quick kiss to your purple-stained lips, “what, you don’t like a little milk with your cookies?”

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