#zeke yaeger smut

[mrswint3rs]

Can you do a Zeke one?

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᯐ

pairings- Professor! Zeke x Fem! Reader

a/n- i love this man with all my heart // not proofreading bc if i do i’ll cringe and delete the whole thing

cw- Teacher x Student relations, fantasizing, some mentions of guilt, public masturbation, age gap (reader is early 20s / Zeke is mid 40s), unprotected sex, use of praise as always ❦

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In all his years of teaching, he’d never had a student quite like you. Never had he even considered looking at one of his students as anything more. Then you came along. Or rather, he did.

It was good to start a clean slate every now and then, to get a chance at doing something new. So he decided to take a sabbatical leave, temporarily parting from his home country.

It wasn’t the first time he had traveled to the states, but teaching there was a different story.

Seemed phyc was a more common course to take for a GPA raise rather than it was important. Most students didn’t take his teachings all that seriously, handing in the most atrocious attempts at an essay.

No one engaged in his lectures, even when he made an effort to make them more interesting and interactive. They all just lifelessly sat through each day, like his words went in one ear and right out the other.

Only you seemed to be interested in actually learning, laughed at his dry humored jokes when none of your other peers did. It was his only motivation to get through each day. He considered going back to his roots. It all felt sort of pointless, like he wasn’t getting through to anyone.

Sure his lessons and theories were a little old fashioned and boring at times, but he didn’t think he was all that bad. It was what he worked so hard through his youth for. He was pretty confident in all his knowledge and wanted nothing more than to provide his insight which you finally gave him a chance at.

You never skipped class, always turned in assignments on time, and you actually participated. Every question you’d be the first to raise your hand, most times you’d be the only one to do so. You even went out of your way to speak with him after class ended, either questions about the lecture or just to talk to him in general.

He knew he shouldn’t favor his students, but really he couldn’t help it.

You put so much effort into studying, and it showed in all your test results. Exams were a breeze for you because you actually heard him when he spoke. Always front row.

He looked forward to seeing you there, probably more than he should. And he absolutely despised seeing you talking to your other teachers. He could only hope he was your favorite.

It was that jealous build up that made him realize just how much you started to cloud his thoughts.

He started to favor you so much he could hardly see your faults. Any mistakes on your papers, he’d ignore, just to see you beam at his approval when it was handed back. Not that he needed any excuse to praise you, you were without a doubt at the top of your class even without his foul play.

In no way did you try to provoke him. You were a humble girl, just trying to get your credits. Yet he couldn’t help but wish it was something more than that.

The way you looked at him, as if waiting for something. He couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting you. And that want was gradually shifting into a need. No woman in his age group ever got him that needy. Only you and your possibly yearning gaze.

He grips his cock, stroking to the thought of you like a mad man after class. Nobody came into his office after lunch hours anyway.

He cusps his freehand over his mouth to silence his pathetic groaning as he fucks into his other one, closing his eyes tight and imagining you at the front of his class. Just sitting and listening to him so intently. You were so innocently enticing.

Just the thought of you doing something so normal was enough to make him lose himself.

It was so morally wrong and he knew that deep down. It only made it feel more thrilling, making him shoot spurts all over the underside of his desk.

God, he was a sick man. Completely thinking with his dick as if he was a teenaged boy again. He felt like he needed to be baptized or something.

But even with the aftermath guilt, his need for you was unwavering. He just didn’t know how to get closer to you. You probably didn’t see him that way. He didn’t think he fit the role of the ‘sexy professor’ that all the girls fawned over. He was just a dorky middle aged man trying to be what his parents wanted him to be. It was more than likely that you only saw him for what he was.

It was normal to have at least one teachers pet. You just tried harder than most to be successful. If you want something, you have to earn it.

You knew that all too well. Which was the real reason behind your commitment to his class.

Sure, you needed those credits and a straight grade, but those weren’t your main concerns. The second you stepped foot in that room and laid eyes on him, he became the whole focus point. He was beautiful and not in a self absorbed way, which was so rare. It was like he didn’t even realize how appealing he was, and you wanted nothing more than to show him.

Anyone could take notice of how awkward his lectures were. When he tried to interact and joke around and they were all so blandly silent. You felt bad.

Soon, you started putting yourself in front of him as much as you possibly could, becoming one of the only ones to make an effort to engage with the poor man. It was clear he was trying his best.

And he was an excellent instructor. You weren’t all brains, and his lectures made more sense than any of the previous. To you, everything he taught just clicked. You were fascinated by his witt, even his profound opinions. It was the only class you didn’t feel obligated to attend.

At first he was just eye candy. But over time you grew to actually appreciate his unique personality as well. He wore his heart on his sleeve more than he probably realized. You could read him like an open book. And it was especially clear how he felt in the way he looked at you, and that lopsided greeting smile when you looked back.

He seemed so happy every time you’d approach him after class. It was clear he was lonely. No one appreciated him the way you did, and you couldn’t understand why. It was beyond pity. You just wanted to see those blue-grey eyes light up, and for his smile to actually reach them.

And him in general.

You could hardly sit still at the sound of his voice going on about the ‘hierarchy of needs’. Well he was leaving out a major one.

You clench your thighs together tighly, shifting like you’re uncomfortable just for the friction from the seem in the crotch of your jeans, gnawing on your inner cheek like a dog with a bone. The last thing you wanted was to let a moan slip in front of everyone. Even you realize how desperate you were behaving. The man was just talking for fucks sake.

It was always so easy for you to take it in before, but now you’re not following what he’s teaching at all, only focusing on the rasp undertone of his voice. Imagining how it’d sound if he was buried deep inside you.

You orgasm so easily, making a mess inside your pants. You just hoped no one took notice of your writhing, and that he wasn’t looking at the way your eyes rolled back as you came so hard to the thought of him. Though a part of you wanted him to catch on.

Eventually your lack of ability to pay attention caught up to you. Your grades started to slip, which shocked him since you were doing so well before. He couldn’t help but feel concerned and he wanted to know the cause of the change. Which led you to being called into his office, with the door and blinds shut for privacy.

Where you always deep down aspired to be. Just preferably not for this reason. You never wanted to disappoint him.

“Have a seat wherever you’re comfortable,” he says, pulling up one of your recent works.

You pull out the chair in front of his desk, plopping down and looking everywhere but at him. Blatantly obvious you’re aware of the reason you were summoned.

“Forgive me for being vague in my email… I just wanted to check on you.” he says. “Lately you’ve been…sort of out of it. I just want to be sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

“No need to be concerned about me, Professor Yeager.” you immediately chime in. “I’ll pick up the slack.”

“I’m not as much worried about your grades as I am about you. You’re a very talented girl. I’d hate to see you struggle, especially on my account.”

“It’s not your fault,” yes it is. “You’re one of the greatest teachers i’ve ever had.”

And that’s one of the sweetest things he’s ever heard. He struggles to keep up his professional facade as those words come out of your mouth. Something he had wanted to receive throughout his whole career.

“Is that so?” he presses on. “Why is that? I fear i’m nothing short of the average.”

You breathe out, almost frustrated by his self undermining. “You’re anything but average, professor. In all aspects.”

You couldn’t be more obvious. The only way you were getting anywhere with him was by being flat out bold. Even if he turned you down, you couldn’t miss out on the chance to reveal yourself. It was nearing the end of his sabbatical leave. You knew he would only be there for one semester.

“In…all aspects?”

You wanted to curl up and die. You knew he was a bit of a loser, but thought surely he could take a hint. He had to have had a woman in his life at some point.

Instead of further delving into the details of feelings, you shoot your shot, leaning in to take his lips. No way to misinterpret that.

It finally clicks with him then. You wanted him all the same, came straight to him.

Next thing you know, you’re flat on your stomach, face smooshed against the smooth wood of his desk with his cock jabbing in and out of your drenched cunt. He didn’t have to restrain himself any longer, finally you were right where he wanted you to be. All those days of pumping into his hand were nothing compared to actually having you. Just as tight and eager as he imagined. He knew you were innocent on the outside, but nobody is ever fully innocent on the inside.

“Such a pretty girl,” he moans. “I’ve waited so long to have you like this.”

He hits that spot repeatedly, making you gasp for breaths. “s’ too good…” you mewl, your pussy practically swallowing him up whole.

“Thank you for being such a wonderful student,” he groans, hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around his length. “Taking me so damn good…”

“I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come.” he adds, and you turn into a puddle. “All for me,”

He continues to rut into you, neither of you caring about the consequences. Your moans are so angelic to him. He wishes he could watch your face, look into your eyes while he fucks you. He just wants you to need him.

“Gonna cum, Professor!” you warn with a whine, only urging him to pick up the pace. He hooks his arm underneath you, rapidly rubbing your puffy clit to break you further.

“That’s it…” he pants. “Cum with me. All over my cock.”

“ Give it to me, please.”

You clamp down as you finally burst. The feeling takes you whole. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. You feel your body tingling from head to toe as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

You’re put down to a breathless, whiny mess, unable to even see straight or think about anything but your teacher’s cock, stuffing you oh so full of his cum with no regard.

He keeps going until it’s overstimulating him. He didn’t want to part from you. Ever. But as it got to be too much, he forces himself to pull out, releasing a pitiful whimper at the separation.

But you looked so beautiful, sprawled out and twitching on his desk. He couldn’t control the hardening of his cock again. He needed a break, though he didn’t know how long he could last without your warmth again. He needed to have all of you for himself. He’d never be satisfied otherwise.

“Can you take me again?” he asks, not wanting to tire you out entirely. You still had class after this.

You babble out repetitive pleads for more in response and he has to grip his length to calm the throbbing. He couldn’t wait, even for five minutes. You had him completely addicted at the first taste.

“That’s my girl.”

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[chiwhorei]

*kicks your door down with the force of a thousand waterfalls*

ICKY DAD ZEKE

╰┈➤ Tᴀɢs: Head cannons, incest, somno, noncon, DDLG, voyeurism I guess, rape!Daddy Zeke Yeager x fem!reader

╰┈➤ Nᴏᴛᴇs: I have no comment (lots of comments) about this disgusting (sexy) piece of shit (daddy).

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who is the devil incarnate, but not to you! He’s mean to you, of course, hypercritical and dismissive on a good day.. but if you’re really REALLY good (or really really bad) you can get lots of his attention.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who never forgets to remind you that it’s you’re fault.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who calls you his precious little rape doll.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who picks out all of your clothes and lays them out nice and neat for you every morning. He always makes sure you’ve got a cute little pair of panties- sometimes a matching set- to wear.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who sneaks into your room at night to kiss your pussy. He just came for a kiss, honest, but those little whimpers you make in your sleep are just too intoxicating. So you’re pulled from sleep by the feeling of his rough beard and lashing-hot tongue buried into your cunny.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who loves whispering naughty words into your ear at dinner with his business associates. You’re little more than ornamental when Daddy takes you out, meant to sit pretty and bleary eyed whilst spoken around. Daddy rewards you with sips from his Old Fashion, which you sputter at the taste of but accept regardless.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who’ll denigrate you to the table of his friends and associates until your start to well with tears. It’s his favorite game, and your prize for succumbing is Daddy patting his lap for you to crawl into and his thumb in your mouth. He doesn’t care what his company thinks, not when you nuzzle into his chest and practically purr into the hand that pets over your hair.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who gives you a spanking whether you behave or not, he says it’s the best way to keep little girls docile.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who’ll put you over his knee once his driver pulls out of the parking lot after dinner. “You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy,” he says, pulling your dress over your ass, “Maybe I’ll go easy on you tonight.” You yelp at the hand that comes down hard to sway your ass.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who laughs at his own joke, he’s not interested in being gentle with you. He never is. ^.^

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭

❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2023©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

#zeke yeager #zeke smut #zeke x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #Zeke yaeger smut #aot x reader #aot x reader smut #aot smut #tw.incest #tw.noncon #tw.somnophilia #ask the dollie

[vainilla-milk]

some funny and strange things that happen when they have sex with you feat. zeke, reiner, porco

tags: afab!reader, fem!reader, modern au

tw: suggestive content and weird sex... i guess🤔

Zeke Jeager

Sometimes you two have to stop because the wonder boy gets lumbago, you get a laugh and tease him that he's getting old.

You make him some tea and a hot water bottle that you place on his lower back.

Zeke complains that it still hurts, but he also loves it when you take care of him.

Reiner Braun

Let's just say that sometimes this big boy has no control over himself to cum, one time you were sucking him off and you pulled his cock out of your mouth to take a breath, but Reiner couldn't hold it in any longer and cum on your face.

You got drops of cum in one eye and you started to feel hell itself in your eyeball.

Reiner was so scared because you were suffering uncontrollably from the burning in your eye. He ended up taking you to the hospital where they relieved the pain and warned you both about the acidity of semen.

Regardless, the doctor congratulated Reiner because the PH of his semen indicated that he was a healthy guy. He was happy about that, while you were just exhausted with the pain in your eye.

Porco Galliard

Once he was done with you, he withdrew his cock from your body and realized that the condom had stayed inside you…. A little deep.

You were tired, a little sore and worried. Porco spent a few minutes trying to pull the condom out with his fat fingers.

Still, you both remember it with grace.

#aot fanfic #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #reiner x reader #porco x reader #zeke x reader #reiner braun x reader #porco galliard x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner x you #aot imagines #aot warriors #zeke yaeger smut #porco galliard smut #porco galliard imagine #reiner braun imagine #zeke jeager imagines

[sofiafushiguro]

stepbro! zeke x female reader

Stepbro! Zeke comes home for the holidays, and he can´t help but notice how much you've grown since the last time he had seen you. Stepbro! Zeke always remembers your last encounter, the night before he went away for college. He remembers your high-pitched moans, your body covered in spit and cum and your toes curling at the sensation of him filling you to the max.

Stepbro! Zeke knows you're such a good girl, deciding to enroll in community college so you're closer home and can help your parents. And of course, good girls deserve a reward and Stepbro! Zeke knows it.

He chooses to sit next to you at the Thanksgiving dinner, your white floral dress decorating your body so delicious, Stepbro! Zeke can´t keep his hands to himself, placing one of them between your thighs. The warmth of your cunt hugging his hands while he speaks normally with your parents. Stepbro! Zeke knows what he is doing; and, later, your mom asks for a picture because her stepson is finally home, and she needs to remember this moment for the rest of her life.

Stepbro! Zeke told you to sit on his lap, and your mom agrees. You look like a sweet little sister. But you are feeling his hard cock inside his pants, so you decide to grind gently, in return for what he did at dinner. Stepbro! Zeke can´t wait to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid.

And he does. Stepbro! Zeke volunteers to organize and clean the kitchen, and he drags you with him, telling you that you have to let your parents rest. So you two organize and clean the kitchen as you told your mom, the talk is fluent as you only talk about school and family, but as soon as you´re done... oh, boy!

Stepbro! Zeke doesn´t hesitate when he takes off your panties and puts them in your mouth to muffle your moans. He bends you over the kitchen counter and gives a nice and clean spank to your ass. "That´s my good girl, let me take care of you,"

And he starts trusting inside you as if the world were to end and this was his only opportunity. Stepbro! Zeke does lazy circles on your clit while his dick is kissing your cervix.

"none of those boys will fuck you as I do. I´m the only one that can make my baby cum like this"

And you cum, you cum violently. Your juices dripping into the kitchen floor, and your knuckles are white from grabbing the counter with such strength.

Stepbro! Zeke likes seeing how his cum leaks from your pussy, so he shoots his seed inside you, painting you white and admiring your twitching body. "Now imma tug you in bed, and I'll fuck you again, ok?"

#aot zeke #zeke yeager #snk zeke #zeke yaeger smut #zeke x y/n #zeke jeager x reader #aot x you #zeke aot #attack on titan #attack on titan x you #zeke x reader #tw: stepcest

[monstas1ut2]

<3 “Where you headed?”

| Pair(s) : Zeke Yeager, Black Fem reader

| Warnings : Fem reader, Black reader, asshole Zeke, baby daddy Zeke x baby momma Y/n, choking, tattoos of names, marking, obsession, trapping, slight force, y/n and Zeke are in love with each other but are both crazy, breeding kink, impregnation, aggression, daddy kink, Reader has locs.

| Wc : 3.9k

“No-… no yeah, I’ll be back to get him tonight-… Momma, it’s my baby, I’m not finna’ leave him for more than a day..”

Letting out a little laugh, the phone pressed between your shoulder and the side of your face. The slight struggle to listen to the older woman talk and put on your heel was a bit annoying though. Cursing mentally, you sat back down on your bed. “Look momma, I gotta go~… Yes- he ate.. all you need to do is put him to sleep. That’s easy I promise, he likes his butt patted still… yeah he’s one of those babies..” you sighed at how long she was keeping you on this phone, but you still had to be grateful.

If it wasn’t for her, this little date of yours would not be happening. You honestly didn’t know what prompted you to even do this. Not only were you a mother to a 11 month old, but a heartbroken one at that. Every little thing has you speculating, so you didn’t know if you could show someone else love or interest. Though, maybe this was just an urgent test of how your feelings contrasted from before. If it turns out wrong, you were going to apologize to god for reaching too far with this man.

“Yeah-.. yeah no I understand momma.. kiss my baby for me, thanks again..” A gentle smile caressed your face when she mumbled those words right back to you. To be honest, your mother loved your baby’s father. There was never really an answer to give you as to why, but she felt in her heart that you two were supposed to be together. Some days you agreed with her, some days you found yourself wondering if she just wanted you to be mentally in pain. That wasn’t the case though..

There were just too many complications with that story.

Finally slipping that heel on, you stood up, giving a little side to side in front of the mirror in your closet. The fabric that almost pierced your skin, it was a black, silky dress with thin straps. Stopping only a little bit below your butt so that if you bent over, men would drool and hand you their money. Softly licking your glossy lips, you were just about to go add one last accessory, the most essential one.

Walking in a fast pace, the heels were sounding out each click against the floor. It seemed to mix with the sounds that were beating against the front door of your home.

Leaning towards the mirror, you pushed the large hoop earrings in the holes of your ears. A gentle smile coming across your brown face, those white teeth shining through. The scarf also matching with your dress, it was silky, wrapped around those locs of yours in a enchanting way. You could’ve had it down, though the look was just too good. Nodding a bit before turning the light off in the bathroom and walking towards your bed again.

Though, the knocking continued. The sound putting you in a bit of a trance, you glanced back at your own room door. Standing still for a few seconds, hand on your hip before sucking your teeth. Was this guy already here? If so, why was he banging on your door like he was the police? Looking around in slight confusion, you decided to grab your purse and walk out of the comfort of your room. Trotting down the stairs, the person who was outside could hear you, so they stopped knocking.

They had already annoyed you though, so it was a bit too late for that. Not really thinking straight, you yanked the door open after the lock was turned. Your pretty eyes widened when you did open it, about to completely yell at whoever was present..

But, a sudden wave of pain and shock went from your head to your ass. Suddenly feeling so physically weak as your heart started to run a mile. The scent of that cologne basically punching you dead center in your face. Gripping the handle of the door, you tried to regain some comfort.

This feeling, how could one describe it? Maybe this was you being on the brink of a panic attack. You didn’t know what that felt like, but maybe this was it. Suddenly feeling like your whole world was going to be crushed and thrown to the side. The troublesome act of trying to regain air without looking stupid. This was definitely something on the lines of panic.

“So? Where you headed to?”

Softly gripping at that white cloth, gently wiping the lens of those grey colored glasses. His eyes looking them over before deciding they were fairly clean now, pushing them back on his face with ease. Those blue eyes of his gazing upon your sweet sweet body.

“And don’t lie, your mother told me she has my boy.” His assertive, though raspy voice echoed on the walls of your brain. It was like he was pushing every sensitive spot on the pink, complex organ. You’re quite surprised you didn’t drop dead this second. Then again, maybe it was because you were fed up.

“That ain’t none of yo fuckin business.. now please. Leave me alone before I call the police on yo raggedy. Ass.” You sharply spoke. Really, you wanted to point your finger at him and look more strong willed. But, unable to stare in his face, you were staring at his chest. The huge lump in your throat being hard to swallow. There had never been a point in time where you threatened to call the police, but this was just because of one thing. Protecting your heart, your mind, those were your first priority right now. This man is coming after both of them and you don’t know if you can handle this alone.

A stifled laugh coming from the blonde as he rolled his eyes nonchalantly. Pressing his shoulder gently against the doorframe so that you couldn’t push him out. His body wore that white button up, all while, his jeans were black, just like his heart. It seemed as if he just came from work so this could be on impulse , but he doesn’t do things without tactic.

“Sometimes you say some stupid things that fail to make sense. You know I’m about to say ‘call them’, yet you still say it-..”

“Zeke!.. I don’t have time for this shit, ight?” You quickly spoke, not wanting him to get an ego boost from anything. There was something about these.. these Yeager’s. They were beyond egos, they managed to put themselves on a pedestal of God himself. Nobody knows why, or how, but they were insane. Sometimes you sit there and wonder who’s the worst of the two.

Sighing shakily, you felt your phone ring and buzz. Digging into your purse, you pulled out your phone, you already knew it was your date. The man was probably outside right now, and you were stuck, physically and mentally.

Then again, you’re never going to know if that was him or not. Feeling the device grabbed from your grip, the loud sound of it hitting the farthest wall making a jolt of shock run through you. Slowly parting your lips, the anger rose throughout your veins. That phone was god damn new.

“Zeke!-“

A large slam against the back of your head vibrated throughout your entire body. The front door shutting with the bottom of Zeke’s foot. His eyes staring into yours, all while you couldn’t look away. The sudden pool of excitement running from your veins to your heat. Were you insane? At some point, you have to ask yourself, but it wouldn’t be entirely your fault.

Feeling that rough hand stuck to your throat as tears prickled your eyes. Blinking them away with your long eyelashes, they ran down your brown cheeks. You wouldn’t be surprised if the wall was a bit broken from the impact of the back of your head hitting it.

“Im gonna ask again, since.. you didn’t answer the first time…” Zeke spoke with a gentleness, his demeanor not comprehending with his actions. He would be so calm and quiet with his voice, his face would be gentle and still, but he would have you at gun point.

As many would say, how about cut him off, how about, scream and fight… In reality though, that’s not what you wanted to do. You wanted him to show how much he wanted you back. Completely.

“Y/n…”

“I wa-… wasn’t g-..goin nowhere..”

Whispering out those broken words, you watched as Zeke smirked ever so slowly. The aura coming from him was now lifted more with gentleness. Though, Zeke knew that you’d buckle for him, you’re his remember? Even if you cry, run, either way, you’re still going to be his. Even his name is forever on your precious skin.

“Good answer… now.. turn around for me..”

Slowly letting go of your neck, the soreness already attacking you as your eyes basically pleaded to him. Though, the emotionless facial expression he had made you nod a little. Slowly turning away from him to stare at the wall, and sure enough, it was a bit of a dent in the wall. It wasn’t obvious, though could be seen when someone got close.

Those familiar fingers caressed the hem of the dress you wore. Easily slipping them underneath it and hooking before sliding it above your pretty, voluptuous ass. That’s not what he wanted right now though, he just wanted to confirm something.

Your heart beating fast with shame, you touched the wall, wishing you could grip it. Feeling his fingers gaze over those inked letters under your left cheek. His own heart beating quickly with his emotions bouncing off the walls. Zeke could not believe it, scoffing as he let his hand go back a bit. A sharp sound of wind passing before it landed back onto your ass.

“A-Ah!…Oh-…fuck.”

The yelp coming from your throat was all he needed. Gripping your ass tightly in his hand after smacking it, but as big as his hand was, your ass was bigger.

“You told me you covered it up… you’re such a liar.” Zeke chuckled, watching you try to push him away. Twisting in his grip, you were just about to run upstairs, though he grabbed ahold on your wrist again. Pulling you towards him with ease. A loud whine and plea escaping your sore throat.

“Now now, don’t go running off like that.. I’m not done with you… and if you keep playing with me, Im not going to be so easy on you..”

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The soft feel of the sheets was pressed up against the side of your face when you fell on it. Slowly trying to get up into a sitting position, though Zeke made it known that he wanted you face down and ass up. Gripping the sheets with your fragile hands, one broken nail somewhere in the hallway from fighting with the blonde. The feeling of your scarf being pulled from your head, the locs dropping and spreading out. Honestly you looked angelic, but maybe if you weren’t positioned this way, you’d be sent to heaven.

Those blue eyes of his were staring at his name, under your asscheek. It prompted him to stare at your name that was on his inner wrist. Licking his lips as he pulled his glasses from his face, placing them on the side table. The lamp on as the night was still present.

“Zeke… you gotta let this go… you don’t love me.. and if you did, you would’ve never left in the first place. Just.. let me go.” You whispered, words a bit hoarse as you felt the straps of your dress being pulled. Zeke even moved your arms so they could be taken off. The dress eventually being scrunched at the middle of your body. Your heels completely discarded, even after all that pain of getting them on.

“Let’s put it this way then..” Zeke started to say, firmly behind your propped body. “I can’t let you go, wanna know why, y/n..?” Zeke asked, all while his hard cock sprang up and out of his boxers, his jeans scrunched above his knees. The pre cum leaking out quickly, he realized then and there that he just can’t get the same effect. Not from anyone else.

“Why…” you whispered, feeling a little bit more eager to finally hear his feelings about you. There was nothing more you wanted, if he just wanted you to be a toy, then that’s the end of it. Though, if he has something more hidden, you weren’t going to stop him.

“I’m obsessed with you.” The blonde admitted, his sensitive tip rubbing between your fat brown lips. His hand grabbing a handful of those enchanting locs. Slowly pulling them back, you could feel your heart pound out of your chest. This man came into your house unannounced, slammed you against the wall, choked you, and forced you into this position. Even through all of that, you still felt butterflies all throughout your body. The butterflies hovering right above your pussy, the feeling staying put.

You’ve completely forgotten about the date you were supposed to be on right now. You’ve completely forgotten about going on a self love journey. Zeke popped up at the most shittiest time and he doesn’t feel bad whatsoever.

“Obsessed with that pretty face, obsessed with your voice, your bitchy attitude, this damn pussy-… if I leave you alone-… I’d loose my mind..” Sharply admitting this, his blue eyes couldn’t see your face, but he knew how weak those words made you. Zeke couldn’t say he loved you, he did not grow up with that.. and sure, you understood.. but to hear those three words were all you ever wanted.

Zeke couldn’t bare to hear you speak or say anything back, he didn’t want to hear it. Showing even that much emotion was too much for him to bare, deciding to coat it sheepishly with a sudden wave of pleasure. Slamming right into your core, specifically made for him and him only. Although he can’t say he loves you, he could show it in a different manner. Fucking your brain cells out would work just fine.

A loud gasp exiting your lips as your huge hoop earrings jingled. The impact making your ass jiggle, the sight being too mesmerizing. Zeke already felt better being bricked up inside of you, your juicy, soft walls squeezing around him. Honestly, as mean as he is, he would’ve said something sly about your insides missing him, but he would be a hypocrite. Anyone would be able to see that his dick was basically aching to feel you.

“Z ~..” the whiny squeal leaving your throat as the feeling of his veiny cock pierced back into you. The disgustingly slow thrusts were already pushing you to your more needy feelings. A loud squelch coming from your pretty pussy as Zeke pushed his hips forward, again.. and again. His grip still tight on your treasured locs. There was something about them that sent him into this feral mode.

You were absolutely gorgeous like this, his cock pumping into you with no mercy added. Those whimpers exiting you as he would pull at your locs on purpose, to rile you up more. The rhythm of his thrusts perfect, all while you weren’t moving. The arch in your back automatic, feeling terribly submissive in Zeke’s palm.

A sharp feeling suddenly rising up from your pussy to your throat, orgasmic moans spilling out of your mouth. Slowly lifting your head, the room seemed to be spinning just a bit. Gripping at the sheets for some type of courage, you could feel Zeke’s heavy balls hit underneath you. There was something about all of this, maybe it was that you really missed him. That toxic dick of his was just addicting, then again, your pussy had him relapsing for a few weeks. But, you still wanted him more addicted to your pussy.. your body, everything.

Gaining some sexual strength, you purposely moved your perfect ass back against him in sync, deepening the pleasure. The timing of you both slapping together excellent, and giving much pleasure.

This was nothing but god sent to Zeke, watching you fall harder and harder for him. Finally feeling the need to let go of your hair, he pushed your head right back down. All before slowly trailing his rough fingers to grip the scrunched up dress, using that as his mental and physical hold onto you.

Zeke’s face turning more into a concentrated one, watching that phat ass bounce against his pelvis.

“There’s a good girl.. I promise this is all yours..” Zeke teasingly spoke, though he was absolutely telling the truth. With the way he has a grip on you, you completely have a grip on him. It was as if you both were handcuffed by your hearts.

“All-.. fucking mines..” You purred, drooling a bit as the insides of your cunt were leaking around that thick cock of his. His smirk from satisfaction as he watched you become dumb from the pleasure. He knew your mind was far from leaving him now. That wasn’t even an option anymore.

Zeke’s other hand touching one of your cheeks as he pulled it a little, your holes both on display. It was an obvious show, seeing how tight you were around him. Giving you a soft pat and letting go of your dress.

“You got it.. it’s all yours right..? So take it for me..” Zeke said with more of a gentleness as he slipped from your pussy. The aching feeling of him not there basically killing you softly. Your pussy feeling empty.

Though, with the flash of the walls and the ceiling whipping past, you finally spotted his sexy.. intimidating face, watching as he slipped himself right back inside of you. The feeling making your eyes all hazy. Zeke’s face blank, but had hints of pleasure.. you knew it, even if his luscious blonde beard was in the way of it.

Gently parting your legs for Zeke, toes absolutely curled. Those perfect breasts on display, those precious lips as well.. he couldn’t stand to not taste them. Leaning down as his lips wrapped around one stiff nipple, the darker brown areola of it always made him harder. The saliva string still connected with his tongue before heading over to the other.

This man’s coordination was one hundred percent, his thrusts still penetrating you perfectly. Oh, you couldn’t stand this, the feeling stirring up in your organ. You could tell you were just waiting to fizz up and blow.. and Zeke knew it all too well. Slowly kissing from between your breasts and up to your naked neck.

The instinct of clinging onto him , clicking quick. Digging those long nails slightly inside of him before scratching him down his arms, his back.. anything you could touch.. the pop occurring when you let out a wail, trying to gasp for air. The blonde man only stopping for a split second. Moving from you to look down at his cock. It was slightly coated with a ring of white cum. Your pulsing pussy asking for more as your face was obviously warm. Those e/c eyes of yours hazy and sex filled.

“You have me tempted to keep going, somehow with the way you are.. and how this pussy treats me, I can’t help but want to knock you up again..” Zeke spoke in a very nonchalant manner. Then again, it may seem like he wasn’t overly turned on by his own thoughts, but god he was.. watching you whine for him, either you wanted him to, or not.. though he didn’t care. You were loosing your brain cells anyways.

A loud grunt leaving his throat as he slammed right back inside of your pussy, the one he owns. Watching you try to close your legs from the overstimulation beating you. The constant whines emmitting from you did nothing but turn him on even more. The bedsheets completely messy and showed the claiming of your insides.

Once again, Zeke leaning forward and wrapping that hand around your neck. His eyes staring right into yours with much feeling. “I’m gonna cum inside this gorgeous pussy.. then I’m gonna let you take a bit of a break..” Zeke admitted, though he just loved how you stupidly nodded at his statement. Trying to gasp for some air as Zeke started pounding into you a bit more faster than he did before.

The bed constantly banging against the poor wall, the loud sounds of it probably agitating your neighbors. Tears running down your face from the pleasure, as it wasn’t from embarrassment, that comes later. The only thought on your mind was Zeke, your baby daddy. God he knew how to fuck you up.

Even though you just came, the feeling didn’t take much longer to bubble up again. The feeling of another was not a shock.. it was just around the corner.

“R-Rig-…aahhh” Babbling something incoherent, Zeke responded with a deep moan. “What~? You feel like cumming again? Does it feel that good to be back with daddy again?” Zeke teased you, knowing on some spectrum, you did feel that way. He knew you did, look at how he makes you? All spread and brainfucked.

No other guy could do this to you, no other guy could love you like he does. He might be unable to say it, but his actions are more than enough to show it. Sex is perfect, but there were many more things he’s done. He really cares for you, and there’s nothing he won’t do for you.. even if he’s a mean bastard. He didn’t want you going on that date, and he’d do anything to keep it from happening. If it means trapping you here with him, he’d shamelessly do so.

Slowly moving your fingers down, Zeke watching with eager eyes, he could see each little design on your nails. Slowly rubbing your clit to add to the life changing pleasure. “M-m’ gonna cum ‘gain daddy-“ you choked out, his hand still stayed put around your neck. Your teary eyes and you saying ‘daddy’ caused his cock to twitch and throb even more than it was doing already. Your slippery walls gushing and spurting out the wet liquid as you let out a slightly dry moan, mixed with those cries of yours.

The bedsheets were completely messed up, the waterfall that just exited your body dampening the sheets with no care. His cock absolutely drenched and leaking pre cum. Moving one of your legs farther towards your head before Zeke started to pound you silly. Each thrust feeling like it was pounding against your chest. His low moans exiting with no shame, he could feel the sudden twist in his own body.

Watching as you became weak, now a pretty brown doll as he splashed the hot cum inside of you. The feeling beyond anything else. It was so familiar to you, you definitely missed this man. Watching as he pumped his seed far inside of you, wanting to have no doubts that you weren’t pregnant. It put a higher boost on his ego, it passing past the galaxy as he his cock slightly calmed down, though not completely.. this man had stamina, but seeing your state, he doubts you could deal with him again.

Slowly slipping out of you with ease, he watched as you closed your legs and limped to the side. No matter, he’ll make it easy on you next time and use his lips, as if he was welcoming you back into his arms once again.

Besides, he wants his beard wet anyways.

#black reader #poc reader #smut #aot x black reader #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan x female reader #aot x female reader #zeke yaeger smut #Zeke x black reader #Zeke x poc reader #zeke yeager #no hot girl summer #you’re not outside #aot x poc!reader

[lemmetreatya]

rent-a-boyfriend!zeke whos the absolute fucking worst when it comes to doing his job. not like he does his job badly — in fact, he does his job too well sometimes! the issue is that hes lovely with everyone else but a pain to you and you alone.

“come on, you should know this by now. your mother wouldn’t like this selection of flowers. last time she said the colour didn’t suit her and that the smell was too overpowering for her nose.”

you don’t question how he was able to put all of your family members names to faces on the first try, remember past childhood pets he needs to be aware of, neighbours and local townsmen that were significant in your life, because rent-a-boyfriend!zeke only does this to get under your skin.

“you’ve fucked him, haven’t you?”

rent-a-boyfriend!zeke asks about reiner from next door who decided to randomly drop by, seems overtly friendly with your mother and paid you googly eyes every five minutes — the tall, blonde computer analyst that you definitely have toyed with in the past.

“and what’s it to you?” you’d mumble as you took the 5th consecutive drag of rent-a-boyfriend!zeke’s cigarette.

the man would only shrug as he leaned against the outside side wall of your family home.

“nothing.” rent-a-boyfriend!zeke plucks his cigarette from your mouth. “just noticing you have a type.”

and despite you wanting to disagree with him, you find yourself acknowledging the observation as rent-a-boyfriend!zeke fucks you into the too-small mattress of your adolescent bed, away from the familial gathering of everyone downstairs but not too loud for them to hear.

the horny bastard wouldn’t even undress the two of you. in a weirdly possessive way, rent-a-boyfriend!zeke was eager to continuously fuck your asshole in retaliation to his competition being a floorboard beneath them.

“f-f-fa-fuck!”

as rent-a-boyfriend!zeke stretches your hole around his cock, your face was buried deep into the plush of the pillow. with all the complaining, you know rent-a-boyfriend!zeke couldn’t hear you but your whines were seeping through the pillow

“stop being annoying. just take my dick as is.”

and you have to comply because rent-a-boyfriend!zeke isn’t letting up or letting you run anywhere — he always knew he’s going to be trouble as soon as your mother told you that rent-a-boyfriend!zeke is a great man to have around.

rent-a-boyfriend!zeke would end up cumming bucket loads of cum inside of you, hollowing hole becoming full as the man choked on his own words in a grumble and moan.

as the both of you come back downstairs, everyone gives you suspicious glares but no one says anything — like you care.

if anything, rent-a-boyfriend!zeke knows he’s established his position as he smugly smiles at a worried looking reiner, his hands protectively around your waist.

#zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke yeager #aot x black reader smut #aot x reader smut #aot x reader

[nobianna]

HE thrusted up into you while you were on top.

your hands bonded by fluffy pink handcuffs, his calloused hands pulling your hips down on to his shaft.

"f-fuckkk, i cant" you damn near shouted

" yea you can give me on more" he would reply, followed by a throaty groan.

he would then take one of his hands and wrap it around you're throat pulling you in for a rough, sloppy spit filled kiss, telling you to take it all.

" fuck, im gonna cumm" you whimpered out while laying your head on his shoulder, desperately wanting out of those damp cuffs just to touch him.

"c-cum baby, m'shit... cum with me" he would moan out in response, his thrust coming to a halt.

HE came inside of you to claim you.

HE was yours.

Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, 0nyankopon, Erwin, Zeke

#aot fandom #onyankopon smut #black writers #connie springer #eren x black reader #armin arlet headcanons #black reader #cancel white bitches #connie smut #eren jeager smut #levi ackerman #erwin smut #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jaeger #reiner #pieck #hange #eren #zekeren #zeke bobs burgers #zeke deux #armin #reiner x y/n #reiner brainrot #eren jeager x reader #shingeki no kyoujin eren #aot onyankopon #jean smut #nova writes #nobianna

[neesieiumz]

| ֍ ⸻ 𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 ⳼ 𝙯𝙚𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧

「 synopsis 」 ⸻ zeke yeager is a good person, said no one ever

「 warnings 」 ⸻ 18+. minors do not interact. infidelity. lawyer!zeke. trophy-wife!reader. fem!reader. afab!reader black-coded!reader. reader comes from old money, has a wealthy family and has a huge inheritance. that's basically the whole reason why her husband married her. reader's husband is an OC named Michail Palakos. he's also very condescending to you. mainly Zeke's pov, but there is a transition from zeke's pov to your own but it isn't explicitly said. manipulation on zeke's end. pwp. cunnilingus. fingering. missionary. couch sex. bathroom sex. zeke wraps his hand around your throat but he doesn't choke you. hair pulling. degradation. he calls you a slut as well. multiple scenes and transitions, with dividers. zeke bends you over your bathroom sink. zeke had a plan and he finally got his platform.

「 writer's notes 」 ⸻ this is so late 💀💀💀, I was so lazy with getting this out. I did an exercise for myself to come up with fic ideas and this one and the professor!shunsui idea are the ones that stuck with me. it was originally named dianthus but it thought vespertine was a better fitting name for it. after I finish eren's part in gold rush and the next chapter of basorexia, that shunsui idea is definitely the next one

「 word count 」 ⸻ 6.7k.

Zeke Jaeger believes he’s a good person. 

As he sat around the small ballroom, overly bored out of his mind as he swirled around a glass of brown liqueur. The suit he wore was a tad bit too tight around his neck, and the bright lights were giving him a slight migraine. He let out an internal sigh, before laughing along to another joke one of the many old geezers sitting at his table let out. One of the many parts of his job he hates, pandering and pampering people who held the key to everything he needed and desired for the real parts of the job that he loved. The smile he wore was pretentious in nature as his eyes began to drift across the room. Lifting his hand, he took a long sip of his drink, before his eyes landed across the room. 

The lights reflected and shimmered against gold glitter, etched into the main hem of the skirt. His eyes moved up, seeing your beautiful braids trail down your back oh-so beautifully. His heart twisted as they landed on your wide smile. You held a drink in your hand, a champagne flute as Zeke’s eyes darted towards the hand wrapped around her waist. The man holding her close held a pretentious smirk, as he flaunted his wife off like a trophy, which to be fair, is exactly what she was meant to be. Her beautiful skin shined in the room, it was obvious she was meant to be looked at. 

Zeke took the last sip of his drink, before standing up, excusing himself from the conversation of which he had no idea the main subject of. He pushed past other tables, smiling, waving, and nodding at those who acknowledged him before making his way across the room. He gently excused himself past people deep in their own conversations. His partner saw him approach first, eyes lighting up slightly as he basically shoved past you to get to him, hand reaching out towards them. 

Zeke let off a smirk, before reaching out before pulling him into a handshake converted into a side hug. The person the two of you were talking to quickly gave Zeke a small greeting, before walking off to refill his drink. You smiled at Zeke, much softer and felt more real than the other smile you were once adorning. Hold your arms open, and you pull him for a hug which he reciprocates, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Your grip on him slightly together for a moment before fully releasing, taking a step back. In doing so, your husband wrapped his arm back around your waist. 

“I thought you found these kinds of parties to be pretentious, Zeke?” His co-worker, Michail Palakos, spoke first. 

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, shoving his free hand into his pocket, “just reaching my monthly quota with the big bosses.”

You let off a giggle this time, covering your plump lips with your hand. The sound was sweet in his ears, it twisted his heart just a little. He wondered what other sound he could hear from you? What else could you show him? 

“I feel you on that, these types of things can be so exhausting,” Michail spoke, suddenly grabbing the flute of your handi and basically downing the rest before gagging, giving you the empty glass. 

“Ugh, I don't know how you women can drink things like that,” he complained, taking a step away from you. 

Zeke saw the way your statute deflated, hands clasping and coming up in front of you, stopping your fidgeting hands. He shook his head slightly, humming a little before lifting his glass, and taking another sip only to taste cold water. He blinked, before looking down at his glass, nothing but melting ice in there. Michail noticed his empty glass before turning towards you. 

“Be a dear and get us some more drinks, preferably something actually enjoyable.” he said before fully turning away from you, facing Zeke. 

Zeke glanced over at you as your mood only dampened, before turning away, and walking towards the open bar on the other side of the room. His eyes didn't leave you as you reached the bar until the man beside him spoke up. 

“This latest case has got me stressed, you?” 

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, swirling his empty cup, “I’ve finished my parts in it, if you need help with yours, it’s not a problem.” 

Michail let out a laugh, sarcastic in nature, hand popping out, slapping Zeke on the back. Zeke felt a level of disgust run through him as the man acted as if they were close friends. He only dealt with it, as he couldn't do much else within the firm. Heels clicking again the porcelain floors brought his attention back as he turned, seeing you walking back to them with two identical drinks in hand. You smelled of a luxurious vacation, of sweet honeyed neroli oil and sugared coconuts. It was intoxicating, you were intoxicating. You handed the two of them the drinks, smiling over at Zeke before moving to stand beside your husband. Michail took a sip of the drink, humming and shrugging his shoulders. 

“Least you can get one thing right,” he mumbled before taking another sip.

You let out a nearly slight sigh, straightening up your figure before looking at Zeke, a smile appearing back on your face. 

“So back to this case, Zeke,” Michail started, but Zeke shook his head. 

“Rather not talk about working during things like this, just wanted to come over and check in with you. We’ll talk tomorrow,” He said, taking a sip of the drink you brought over. 

Michail’s eyebrows quivered but still nodded in Zeke’s direction. Zeke began to turn away from him, but not before he reached out towards you, taking one of your hands, before placing a soft kiss on it. He could feel your hand tensing within his hold, glancing up at you, seeing your eyes soften at his gesture. With that, he bidded the two of you good night before walking off towards the exit. He finished his drink, handing it off to the servers ambling around the room, before escaping into the night. 

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He could only roll his eyes at the way Michail flipped his phone upside down after swiping at it for the fifth time within the last 45 minutes. It was quite obvious who was calling him, as it was etching into 9 o’clock at night. It was the two of them and some other associates, preparing for a big case. Zeke looked at him along with the other people in the room, all wondering the same thing. 

“You should probably answer it, if it’s important?” One of the younger associates called out. 

Michail only rolled his eyes, “it’s just the wife, wondering why I’m not home yet. Something about a dinner party tonight? I don’t fucking know…” he trailed off, mumbling at the last part. 

Zeke blinked, mind thinking back to you, the constant point on your face he would see you with. His thoughts only broke when the sounds of vibrations were heard throughout the room. Everyone gleaned down at Michail’s phone once again, before looking over at his face, flushed with annoyance. He picked up his phone once again, before suddenly standing up, his chair nearly flying back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled before stepping out of the room. 

The atmosphere was slightly tense but everyone mainly focused on getting back to their work. Zeke was flipping through a huge packet, highlighting important information before the door flew back open. Everyone looked back up only to see Michail enter back into the room, hands in both of his pockets as he sat down, before focusing back on the piles of papers in front of him. Zeke looked at him for a few more moments, before rolling his eyes once more, focusing back on his work. He knew Michail wouldn't bother to actually go home to you. 

Three hours rolled by and everything was set, most of everyone had already gone home as it was etching onto eleven o’clock. It was only Zeke and Michail left, with Zeke soon reaching the last part of his work. Just as he finished dotting the last sentence of his notes, he heard a loud yawn as well as the creak of the desk chair before glancing over to his right and seeing Michail stand up. As the man packed up his papers, he glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 

“She should be asleep by now,” he mumbled under his breath, placing his laptop and papers in his bag.

Zeke said nothing, watching him sling the bag over his shoulders. Michail looked over at Zeke and gave a one-handed wave before heading off into the night. Zeke could only sigh, placing his pen down as he tried his best to relax his mind. As he did so, his mind began to pump fantasies of you asleep on the bed. What would you be wearing? A dainty little nightgown, riding up your beautiful dark thighs, or would you wear nothing at all? Zeke groaned, through his hand back as he began to palm his growing hard-on. He could see himself towering over you, drunk off of your sleeping presence. He imagined himself, grabbing at your legs, peeling them back, spreading them wide open.

He let out a groan as he envisioned your eyes fluttering open just as he sunk himself into you, stretching you out like so. Your melodious voice crying out to him, begging him for more, your hands digging marks into his arms as he pummeled into you. Fantasy upon fantasy amassing within him, Zeke could only let out gasp-like groans, throwing his head back as his seed spilled out, bleeding through his khaki-colored pants. Breathing heavily, moving his head back down, he could only let out a sound of slight disgust as he looked down at his stained pants. He stood up and began to pack up his own work, before heading towards his office for a change of clothes. As he pulled off the stained pants, his mind wandered back to the events that had just happened, how his reveries had overflown at that moment.

And how he has finally made his decision. 

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Zeke stood up straight as he rang the doorbell, before taking a step back. It was mid-day, and it was one of the few days Zeke decided to take. He tucked his hands in his pockets after glancing over at his watch. He heard noises getting closer before the sound of the deadbolt clicking, and the intricate door slowly opening. He found himself facing an unknown figure, one glance at her outfit and she was obviously someone who had worked for you and your husband.

“Yes, may I help you?” She asked him.

He cleared his throat, but just before he could speak, another voice cut through. He glanced up as your form peeped behind the maid.

“Riza, who’s at the door?”

Your eyes landed on his, almost immediately lighting up, “Zeke! What a surprise, come in!”

Once you said that, the maid stepped back, nodding slightly towards you before scurrying along into the house. Zeke took a few steps into the house, taking in the vaguely familiar surroundings. The last time he had been in here was when Michail had hosted his housewarming when he arrived at the firm three years ago, that's when the two of you had first met. All that time had passed by between you two and yet, it was his second time stepping into the three-story luxury mansion. 

His eyes locked onto your form, seeing your hips sway as you led him past the anteroom, towards a more casually designed, yet still obviously opulent living room. You wore a two-piece silk lounge outfit, the hems of the arms and legs fitted with tulle ruffles. Your hair was wrapped in a silk scarf, it was obvious you weren’t expecting company today. You gestured for him to sit, taking the seat two cushions down from him before looking over at the maid standing close to you. You told her to bring some snacks, as well as any bottle of wine that would pair well. Zeke tried to interject, but you were already sending her off. You were vague with your instructions, he noted, you must have trusted this maid very well. 

Riza, the maid, nodded before scurrying along, most likely headed to the kitchen to prepare what you have asked for. Once she was gone, it was just the two of you, and it strained Zeke to keep his eyes right on your face as you gave him a soft smile. 

“This really was a surprise, I haven’t seen you in here since… well since we actually moved in. I always see you at Michail’s work events and such… but never here. What brings you by? Shouldn’t you be at work right now?” You ended your spiel with a question. 

Zeke hummed, shrugging his shoulders a bit before leaning back against the back of the couch, “took the day off, my parents actually live around here, and was visiting them when I passed by your place. Thought I should stop by.” He lied through his teeth, his parents preferred to come and visit him at his penthouse than for him to come by. 

You hummed, eyes widening slightly, “From what I heard, you barely take any days off. It’s good to go and see them though. I’m sure they’ve missed you,” you smiled at yourself, turning your body slightly to face him. 

Before he could respond, footsteps interrupted you, the two of you glancing over at the same time, seeing Riza enter with a tray of snacks, along with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Whilst you were looking away, Zeke's eyes looked towards you, trailing down to your exposed cleavage, the thin, shimmer-like fabric pressing up against your breasts. 

The sound of glass clinking against glass broke Zeke out of a trance, giving him just enough to look away. Towards the maid placing the tray on the table in front of them. You turned yourself once again, facing forward, thanking Riza as she tableed everything, before taking the tray with her as she took her leave. He reached over, immediately grabbing the bottle of wine, before taking a closer look at it. With one twist, he easily broke the seal, before grabbing the corkscrew, and fully opening it up. He poured out the red-purple alcohol, seeing you reach over for a glass.

“Should we be drinking wine this early in the day?” he asked, placing the bottle down on the table. 

You grabbed a glass, raising it up slightly before winking, “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” you grinned, before taking a sip.

Zeke let off a downturned smile before grabbing his own glass and taking a long sip as well. 

The two of you carried conversations well into the day, sharing the bottle of wine between the two of you. He barely took any of the snacks, keeping his focus mainly on you as you partake in them. 

“So how is Michail at work, he barely talks to me about his day,” you mentioned, bringing your newly-filled glass to your lips.

He took in the slight change of mood within you, the once joyous light in your eye, dimming down to a more mirthless one. Zeke hummed, lifting his foot to rest up against the knee of his other leg. 

“He’s… hard-working, but very friendly to the staff, they enjoy his presence more than me.” He took on a humorous tone but kept his eye on you as your body deflated just a bit more.

“Really…? Friendly how?”

Zeke pondered for a minute before shrugging his shoulders, “just talking to people a lot, sometimes about work but most of the time he’s not. A lot of friendly touches, especially with that new assistant of his.”

Your eyebrows quirked up, “assistant?”

“Yeah, assistant? He didn’t tell you about that?”

You shook your head, sighing before taking another long sip of your fermented alcohol, “he doesn’t tell me anything, least not anymore… most days he just comes home and doesn't say a word to me.”

You mumbled out the next part, most likely thinking that Zeke wouldn't hear you, but he heard you loud and clear. 

“Doubt he’s even noticed I don’t sleep in the same bedroom with him anymore.”

Zeke said nothing but locked that into the back of his mind, another piece of the complex puzzle of your and Michail’s marriage. Zeke shifted the conversation away from you and Michail, bringing back your joyous mood. You continued talking until the sun went down, and soon after the two of you personally exchanged numbers. You stood by the door, waving him off as he got into his car, driving off and away from the large house. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

You were lonely. 

Zeke could tell this from the way the two of you constantly talked. You grew up in a cold home of cold cash and empty mansions, which is how he could guess you were used to your own husband’s condescension and cold attitude. You were used to faking smiles and pretending to be interested in things that had no merit in your life. However, Zeke could tell, from the way you constantly messaged him, to always inviting him over whilst your husband was away. You craved companionship, for a long time you ached for someone to be interested in you and not the check attached to you from your parents. You came from old money, with a huge trust fund as well as stocks in your family's multiple companies. You served on the board of the main enterprise, led by your brother as your parents had retired after you had gotten married.

You hadn’t spoken to them in two months apparently, as there was nothing to really talk about. You were closer to your younger sister, as she went to the luxury private college in the city. You were like a fountain, spilling all of your life for Zeke to listen to, and he took it all in. Your phone calls lasted all the way through his lunch period and sometimes he would be on the phone with you while he was working, by himself of course. Before you knew it, three months had passed, and Zeke was a more constant thread in your life than your own husband. 

Zeke couldn’t lie, something within him jumped every time you sent him a message, but his goal was still high in his head. This was why he stood in his expensive penthouse, in his recently cleaned kitchen as he gleaned over at his dinner table, two silver dorms covering the dinner he had just prepared. He had invited you over for dinner, just the two of you. Just as he buttoned the last of the cufflinks, a loud ring echoed through the home. He took one good look at himself before walking over to the door, twisting the deadbolt, and unlocking the door knob before swinging the door wide open. You stood there, a smile on your face, one hand at your side, the other holding the strap of the orange clutch you brought with you. 

Your braids were pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off the obvious low cleavage of your chain-strapped orange dress. Zeke smiled at you, arms reaching out before swooping you into a hug, your own smile widened as you reciprocated, giggling as you were lifted off the ground slightly. He didn’t break the hug as he pulled you into the home, turning around. The two of you soon let go of the hug, with Zeke turning sound to go and close the door. While he did that, you took the time to engage within your surroundings, seeing the environment Zeke lives in. 

“Oh wow, your home looks amazing,” you said, spinning around to take in everything. 

“Thank you,” he spoke back, coming up behind you, placing a hand at the small of your back before gently guiding you towards the slightly decorated table over by the window wall.

He stopped right at the table, before stepping away, pulling out your seat before gesturing for you to sit. You thanked him, placing off your clutch before placing it right on the table and sliding right into the seat. You gasped as he stood right behind you, body heat radiating off of him as he pushed your chair in with ease. You kept your eyes on him as he walked around the table, taking a seat right in front of you. He lifted the domes off the plates, seeing your eyes light up at dinner. You had off-handly mentioned smothered lamb chops and mashed potatoes as your favorite meal your old housekeeper used to make while you were growing up. Zeke knew it wasn’t going to be the same but just having the same dish was enough for you. 

You had thanked him for the dinner before y'all began to eat. The two of you ate with little words, as you were both raised in households that valued quietness during dinner. Once finished, you had moved from the table to the living room, holding another glass of red wine that you had paired with the dinner as he moved the bottle to the living room. 

“I just…” you started, reminiscing on the journey you and your husband have taken, “I wish I made more of my life… rather than constantly relying on the connections my parents made for me. Maybe, I’d be strong enough to leave him.”

You had kicked off your heels at this point, toes covered in the skin-colored pantyhose you wore underneath your dress. You had rested your legs on the couch, bent and tucked away as you took another sip of your glass. Your dress had risen up, past your knees, but still covering up everything. 

“Connections?” Zeke questioned.

You nodded your head, “yeah, his parents were close with mine, and he was the only boy around my age that my parents approved of. Only for me to be stuck in a loveless marriage, all for money.”

Zeke’s hand reached out, placing it right on your knee. Your body slightly jolted from the sudden contact, the feeling electrified like static electricity. His rough hand moved up and down, caressing you. Your heart sped up just a bit, but you couldn’t stop him, or rather, you didn’t want to stop him. His touch was warm, a contrast to everything else in your life. You said nothing as he scooted closer to you, his other hand coming up and pulling you close to him.

“I’ve tried my best to make it work, but he’s made it quite clear that the check my parents send every month is much more important than him,” you said, taking another sip of your wine.

Your mind flashed to your wedding, everything was perfect, and you believed your life would be perfect. You believed he loved you, he made you believe he loved you, but his love was really money, it was an almighty consumer of his life. It wasn’t enough, not enough in his professional life, not enough in his personal life. Cold hard cash was he visioned for, and he’ll do anything to get it., even if it means throwing away the warmth of his wife.

“You deserve more than a man that sees you as his next paycheck,” he said, leaning his head down towards your ear. 

Zeke’s hand rubbed up and down on your arm, the warmth relaxing you, and before you knew it, you were laying your head on his shoulder. The negative thoughts about your failing marriage soon began to break away as thoughts of the man beside you began a subtle influx in your mind. Zeke smelled of blackened teakwood and a subtle sense of mahogany and lavender. His scent had you relaxing in his hold, it was the opposite of your husband, who usually smelled of spiced whiskey, from his cologne or his collection of alcohol. You couldn’t help but snuggle further into him, as lines were beginning to blur. You knew this was treading about muddy waters, but you couldn't find it within you to care. The hand resting on your thigh began to creep up, your breathing hitching just a little as your heart began to race. The hand that had once been resting on your upper arm and shoulder left for a moment, before feeling his large hands wrapped around your own, easing the half-full glass of wine off your hand before reaching down and placing it on the table. 

“Lemme take care of you,” he whispered to you. 

That diminutive ache that had been building within you the moment you laid eyes upon Zeke opened the door for you. This was wrong, you knew this was wrong, you thought to yourself once again as Zeke’s hand joined his other, each right on your inner thigh, massaging deep circles into the skin. 

“Zeke,” you let out a gasp-like breath, hips moving and grinding against nothing. 

The thong you wore underneath the dress was drenched, head thrown back in growing ecstasy. With ease, he lifted you up into his lap, trembling as you felt his hardon poking through his slacks.

“Zeke…” you let out again, tongue unable to say anything else as his fingers dipped underneath your dress. 

This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong. However, the care you were supposed to feel, the notion to push off your one and only friend never came. Instead, it was replaced with a growing ache, and the need for touch, his touch. His fingers curved up and around the thin string before slowly pulling the sky fabric away from your pussy. Cool air hit your wetness as his fingers rubbed up and down between your slits, gathering your juices up. 

“This is wrong… I shouldn’t do this…” you finally spoke up, but your hands didn’t move as he slowly sunk a finger into you. 

Zeke’s hums vibrated through you, “but if I don't… who will? You deserve to be spoiled, touched upon. He does not appreciate who he has… so let me.”

His words enthralled you, enamored you as he began to move his thick finger in and out within you. Your dress had ridden up to your hips and his free hand slowly pushed your legs wide open. It allowed more room for him to finger-fuck you deeper, his hand reaching and wrapping underneath your knee, lifting it up slightly. Spit drooled from your mouth as your sticky arousal coated his finger and the knuckles of his hands. You could feel his slightly abrasive beard grazing against your skin. Letting out another choked moan as Zeke bullied another finger into you. Your hips bucked, giving in to the pleasure as he twisted his long fingers inside of you. 

“That’s it… let me in,” he whispered in your ears, seeing your eyes squeezed shut. 

“Let me do what your husband has failed to do.”

You could feel Zeke’s mouth upturn against you as you let out a high-pitched moan, climax rising. Your abdomen slowly tightens, heat swelling, sweat dripping as you let out a final high-pitched moan. Your cunt spilled your juices excessively coating his fingers and hand as you came all over him. Your hands had dug into his shirt, finding an anchor to try and stabilize yourself. Slowly coming down from your high, you found yourself slumping against him, breathing heavily. Your eyes were heavy, barely able to keep them open, only able to feel Zeke slowly pulling his finger out of you. His other hand slowly left your thighs, allowing your legs to slump down, feeling touching the ground. 

You could feel your body moving, shuffling as you slowly were laid across the couch. You could feel his now warmed hands slide right back under your dress, moving his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your thong before slowly pulling it down. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing Zeke tower over you. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest. Your hands reached up, the palms of your hand grazing over the slightly textured skin. Zeke pulled off your thong, taking the soaked underwear in his hands before pocketing it in his pockets. Your hands slide up and around his body, unable to take your eyes off of him, his hands soon reaching down to his fly. You could see his erection fighting against the seams of his pants, seeing the way he slowly unzipped his pants before unbuttoning them.

Zeke pushed his slacks and boxers down at the same time, his cock springing out of its entrapment. He pushed down his clothes to his knees before bending over, hands falling to your thighs before grabbing them, slowly pushing back, knees going as far as they could towards your ears as he spread wide open for him. 

“Zeke,” you whined, as he felt the tip of his cock swipe between your lips, teasing your clit. 

With no other warning, you felt pushing himself into you, letting out a sudden cry. No matter the amount of prep Zeke took, you were still so tight, more evidence of how little your husband touched you. Zeke ignored your pleas and cried for him to “slow down” and “stop.” He let out a loud groan, head thrown back as he felt your walls squeezing him around him, the only thing of yours he heard was your high-pitched moans. This was everything he envisioned and more, seeing you crying under him, begging for him, your hands gripping his bare waist. His fantasy came back in full force, god the amount of time it took to make it a reality.

Zeke glanced down at your tear-streaked face. How your braids were undone from the cleaned-up ponytail you had done for the dinner. Seeing your makeup also get ruined, seeing you get ruined whilst under his body, under his hand. Oh, he could come right here and now, he thought to himself.

He held himself back, not wanting to ruin everything and end it all so quickly. He could feel your long nail breaking his skin further, using the temporary anchor, you pulled the man closer as your slightly pained please turned into a passion-filled gasp and moans, calling and screaming out his name. 

“Don’t stop, aahh,” you let out a prolonged moan, tongue drooling out of your mouth as ecstasy hit at full blast. 

You were like a virgin all over again, from the way you screamed, chasing an inevitable high that you have never tasted before. You never felt like this before, even after losing your virginity to some dunce in college before getting married. Even after consummating your marriage, your husband was always weak and underwhelming, Zeke was just the opposite and it was delicious. You didn’t know what to do with yourself but fell deeper into the nirvana he has placed out for you. 

You find yourself keening and drooling over the bearded man above you. An even heavier and deeper climax was building within you and once again, hitting you like a ton of bricks, you squealed. 

“Coming!” Was your only warning before your body shook with complete orgasmic pleasure. 

Eye rolling out the back of your head as Zeke gave off one last grunt, before leaning down fully, capturing your lips into a messy, wet kiss. You could feel the wetness of the sweat dripping down his beard but you don't care, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You could feel his seed filling you up as he kissed you, your legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist, keeping him closer,

Breathing heavily, your head slumped up against the couch, legs slowly releasing Zeke from your hold, before the two of you locked eyes, Zeke still holding you. With no other words, squealing as Zeke suddenly picked you up, before carrying you in his arms, possibly heading upstairs towards his bedroom.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

Since that day, everything has changed.

You couldn’t let go of him, no matter how much you tried. Like you even tried at all.

From Zeke having your legs spread across his kitchen countertop, to you two having a heart-racing quickie in the bathroom of a mutual work event. It was complete madness, and you loved it. It was different, it was unique, and it was oh-so-wrong. His large hands roam your body, causing vast reactions within you. He soon learned everything that made you tick.

You had changed, your relationship with your husband had changed, and your relationship with Zeke had changed. Your conversations were constantly shifting, and every time you would visit him or vice-versa, you would find his hands on you. Your texts constantly consisted of lewd wording and imagery, you found a new use for the lacey, expensive lingeries that were almost collecting dust within your dresser. Pictures, videos of the two of you, solos of you, and solos of him. It was madness… it was freedom.

Zeke was good, so much better than the few times your husband has taken you. He towered over you, and his every demand you couldn't help but fulfill. You fell deeper and deeper into ensnarement, and you truly didn't know just how far you’ll go for him. Which is what led up to this moment right here. 

You had sent Riza home early, and your husband was on a “work trip.” Giving you free rein as Zeke had you bent over your bathroom sink, silk robe bunched up at your waist, revealing your wet cunt to him. Zeke wasted no time, licking and sucking away at your pussy, your juices dripping down against his beard. Your hands gripped at the counter, head bowed down as your legs trembled. He didn’t let up, his hands attached to each cheek, spreading you wide open. 

“Ooooohhhh,” you mewled, body slumping against the sink as he ravaged you. 

His chuckle rattled you, causing your body to jerk and jolt against his lips. He lapped and sucked away at your clit, licking up all your juices as he did so. The bathroom smelled of soft vanilla and pink lilacs, the golden-dimmed lighting providing an extra ambiance to the scene before you. Zeke devoured you like a madman, not letting up no matter how you screamed and squirmed in his hold. 

“Zeke,” you cried out his name, “s’too much, fuck fuck fuck.”

He said nothing, but his actions spoke even louder as his sucking action intensified, causing you to let out a vocal choked moan, spit flying out of your mouth, and splatter against the sink counter. With a sudden jerk, your orgasm washed over you like a rapid wave, unseen and unbeknown to you. You shook violently as you lost your footing, feeling yourself slipping for just a short moment. Zeke’s hands slid up, allowing his arms to wrap around your waist, holding you completely steady as he drank your juices down. You could feel his moans and groans as he did so, providing extra overstimulation to your clit. 

Inhaling deeply, catching your sled as you dropped onto the counter, feeling Zeke behind you as he fully stood up. You glanced ahead, staring at his tall figure in the mirror, before eyeing one of the glasses of wine you had brought with you. Quickly grabbing it, taking a couple sips as you felt that familiar pressure creeping and pressing inside of you. You let out an elongated hum as you swallowed the wine, your head bent back, looking at him in his eyes as one of his hands gripped the flesh on your hips. His other hand slides up your body, before wrapping around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He pulled you into another deep kiss, tasting the tanginess of the wine and you taste the mint of his gum. 

Letting go of the kiss, you could feel his hand apply pressure as his hips slowly began to move in and out of you, your cunt squeezing around him. He easily maneuvered your body, bending you back over the sink, his hand leaving your throat before joining the other right at your waist. His pace easily picked up as you found your balance, holding onto the bathroom counter as he fucked you against it, his pace slowly picking up with every few seconds. One of his hands left your waist before easily wrapping your braids around his neck, suddenly pulling your head back with a sudden force. The pain echoed through your body, but it only pushed your pleasure to even higher heights. Your mind went hazy, your eyes swelling with your salty tears, obscuring your vision, slowly dripping down your freshly-cleaned face. 

There was no reason to hold back your moans, as there was nobody home as your loud moans reverberated against the walls. 

“Hmm, aww are you crying baby? Is it too much for you?” He teased you, hand leaving your hips before feeling him leave a loud smack against your deep-toned skin. 

The red-hot sparks of his hand, combined with his hands still in your hair had you keened, full-on sobbing as tears and sweat dripped down your face to your neck, all the way down your body. He pulled your body all the way back up, keeping your legs spread as he let go of your hair, hand-cupping your face, squeezing your cheeks as he began pressing his lips against your face, tasting your salty tears. 

“Zeke,” you pleaded as he released your face. 

With no other warning, you squealed as you were suddenly hoisted into the air, Zeke’s large hands sliding right underneath your thighs. He held you up by the backs of your knees before continuing to slam hiscock into you. His sudden actions awakened something in you, letting out a sudden shout as you convulsed in his arms. Your hands scrambled, reaching for something to hold onto you as he pounded into you once again. 

“Squeezing around me like that,” he murmured in your ear, his deep voice causing you to shudder. 

“Open your eyes, look at yourself in the mirror.”

Slowly, you pried your eyes open as best as you could, blinking away the tears before gazing at yourself in the mirror. Your robe had come fully undone, revealing your breasts bouncing every movement Zeke made within you. 

“God,” he said as he looked at how debauched you were, how in so few months he easily wrecked you from the inside out. 

“Who do you belong to?” He groaned in your ear next, feeling your pussy tensing and spasming around him. 

You opened your mouth but were barely able to answer as your mind succumbed to pleasure, but Zeke was having none of it. You could feel his nails dig into your skin as he spoke again. 

“Answer my fucking question, slut, who do you belong to?”

“You!” you struggled to get out, but once you did, it was loud, bouncing against the walls. 

He chuckled, his pace becoming sporadic in nature as he continued to speak, talking you through what would be your inevitable orgasm. 

“Yeah , you belong to me? What about your little husband, huh?” he breathed out, huffing as he began to reach his own limit. 

“Mmmh fuck I don’t care about him, fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come, please, please let me come…” you sobbed out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as rock-solid pressure began to build within you. 

He only smirked, “come for me.”

With that, you let out a loud cry, body jerking in his hold as convulsions took hold of you. You squirted all over the two of you, juices spread all over your inner thighs as well. With a final grunt, he followed right after you, easily pulling out of you, cum easily staining your inner thighs as well, getting on his lower abdomen as well. 

As Zeke took one last look at you, seeing how to spit drooled down from your plump, wet lips, breathing heavily from the strenuous activity. Slowly he pulled you off his now-soft cock, with ideas to take you to the shower to clean you up once again. 

Neither of you hears the door beginning to click open. 

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[chrollohearttags]

did the girlies move on from zeke or not cause i’m jumping on the thirst train 🚂 (it’s something about the jaegers chile… i’m telling you)

i’m just thinking about the MEAN mating press zeke would put you in 🧎🏾‍♀️like you’ll be telling him you’re not flexible then five minutes later your knees are touching your ears like what happened omg-

ion know but we bout to wake it up cause I’m still very much there! 🤞🏾likeee they’re both fine (and freaky) as hell but that zeke? Oh that’s a nasty ass mf, I’m telling you! Imagine thinking he’s gonna hear that shit. Ezekiel will wear you out and not care.

content warning: mating press cause hello, spit kink, foot play, vibrator use, bulging and size kink, finger sucking, spreader bar used, slapping, rough sex

zeke has a nasty habit of always pushing you past your limits. He managed to do things in bed that no other man has ever been able to do. Or rather..allowed to! No matter how toxic he was because the dick was always top tier. Who else would you let come over in the late hours of the night, throwing you onto your own couch; legs pinned back to the top of the couch as he ate you out. Sucking sloppily on your clit and spitting on it so disrespectfully..begging you to fuck his tongue as he buried it deep within your cunt.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bend my legs back that far? The fuck is wrong with you? Gonna make me catch a cramp..”

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t act like you can’t take it.”

something he’d prove to be true when he took you to the bedroom, where dispelled any talk of you not being able take it. Flat on your back with his frame towering over you and a spreader bar parting your ankles. In his hand was a vibrator wand, lying on top of your clit and inside of you was his thick cock, pressing into your skin..thanks to the incredibly rough fucking that was ensuing. The bed frame was rocking and beating against the wall and you two were making so much noise, you were certain your neighbors would be filing a complaint.

“Oh God…yes, stretch this pussy!”

clawing your nails into his arms and back, tapping at his abs to fein him off as you stained them with your sweet juices after yet another nut. But that wasn’t doing a bit of good. As he was buried to the hilt in that tight little entrance. Swollen balls slapping against your asshole. All he could do was laugh because he was going to have his way and not come up out of that pussy until he damn well felt like it! Your eyes would meet in a furious gaze; the two of you fucking as if you absolutely hated each other. And maybe that’s why it was always so goddamn good!

“Begging me to keep fucking you but pushing me away? Make up your mind, baby.”

“You’re a real man, make me take that dick. Unless you’re scared.”

and little did you know the dormant fire that you had set ablaze inside of this man! He’d double down on those strokes, turn the speed up higher on that toy and keep pounding you until he was damn near burrowed over your body. He made it abundantly clear that he was going to break you and breed you, even if it took all night. “Testing me—I swear you love trying my goddamn patience. But I’ll show you..” patting your cheek with heavy slaps and even shoving his fingers into your mouth, only after spitting down into it.

“You’re my slut. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this. Don’t forget it.”

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[seredelgi]

never forget

#tbt when levi made zeke his b*tch #levi #levi ackerman #gifs #gifset #captain levi #aot #snk #aot finale #levi vs zeke #3x17 #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #ere yaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #smut #imagine #levi x you #levi x reader

[mommypieck]

what about zeke and his virgin gf

༺ ♱ ༻ what happens after dinner?

✿ zeke jeager

✿ smut

you can't help but to think about how he always tiptoes around you. you know that zeke is far more experienced than you and it's a miracle he started something with a virgin like you.

your hand find it's way on his thigh.

"thank you for the date." you say with a smile, looking at him while your hand draws circles on his thigh. zeke's breath hitches when he notes that your hand is too close to his aching cock. he's already hard from the night and he's glad that you haven't noticed the hungry looks he's been giving you throughout the night. you carefully put your hand over his cock, stroking it softly to show him you're really glad for the night. his hand slips from the steering wheel as he grips your own.

"what are you doing?" he says and you can feel the panic in his voice. you look up atbhim innocently, batting your eyelashes and smiling, "nothing. i just want to make you feel good."

he chuckles lowly, "wait until we get home, sweetheart. i don't want to make you cum on the backseat yet."

the rest of the rides feel unnecessary long, both of you notice that.

he picks you up as soon as you exit his car, carrying you to the bedroom. you blush at the tenderness he treats you with. he lowers you on the bed before crawling on top of you, kissing you deeply. you have make out before but this time it feels more intimate, now that you're both needy for each other.

"can i take this off?" he whispers against your lips and you can't help but to obligate. he starts unbuttoning your dress shirt carefully, button after button. involuntary, he let's out a low moan when he comes in sight with your lacy bra. he kisses down your body, ignoring the need to peel of your underwear off your body. after few minutes, he can't resist thr urge anymore and he rips off your bra off your body.

"oh fuck jesus." he groans when his gaze lands on your breasts. he hesitates for a moment, looking down at your sprawled out body. he knows he can keep going when he sees your pleasured face. he latches his mouth onto your breast, sucking and pinching your nipples. your back arches of the bed as you pull hard on his hair, making him moan against your chest. he pulls out after a moment to admire his artwork. your body is covered in red bruises and zeke can't get enough of that sight.

he spreads your legs and chuckles when you try to close them with him in between them.

"i didn't know you wanted me in between your legs that much." he says, holding your legs open. you let out a tiny "sorry" before hesitantly opening them again. his fingers graze your underwear, smiling when he sees a tiny wet spot at your crotch. you wiggle at his touch, your hands coming to cup his arms that hold you open.

"i know. i know." he murmurs before slipping your panties off. he thinks he might melt at thr sight in front of him.

"my my so wet." he chuckles, fingers caressing your folds.

"im so glad, im your first." he says as he licks a long stripe from your clit to your opening. you grip his hair at the stimulation, encouraging him to continue. his tongue plays miracles on your clit, abusing the little bud and making you squeal. you let out a small yelp when his fingers prob at your entrance. you're wet enough so can easily slide one finger in. the stimulation is new to your, not having ever fingered yourself. it doesn't feel bad, just strange. soon another finger joins the first and he thrusts them hard and fast in and out. you almost feel ashamed at yourself for the moans you let out. his fingers speed out and soon you're cumming all over his palm. your body spams, orgasm completely overtaking your body.

"im gonna put it in now." he says and you notice that he'd already undressed himself while you were in ecstasy. his cock stands proud in between his legs and you have to bite your lip, not knowing if it's gonna fit. he catches your expression, "don't worry, it's gonna fit. im gonna make it fit."

you open your legs a bit more so he can position himself in between them.

"is it gonna hurt?" you ask when you feel him press at your opening. he smiles down at you, "with how wet you are? probably not."

he presses into you and you can't help but to wince in pain. he shushes you with a kiss before pressing harder. soon he's balls deep into your cunt. he gives you some time to get used to him before slowly thrusting. his thrusts are gentle and he's testing waters, noting what you like. after some time, you become inpatient as you try to fuck yourself on his cock. he chuckles at your effort, thrusting harder this time. soon his thrusts become fast and hard, making your whole body move on the bed. the only sounds that can be heard are your moans and skin slapping against skin.

"im close." you whine when his thrusts focus on the special spot inside of you.

"me too." he groans, thrusting deeper. you cum with a loud moan, coating with cock with your juices. he comes seconds later, shooting right inside of you.

you two lay in silence before he turns over to kiss you on the lips.

"so how was it?" he asks with a sly smile. you blush at his question, "could been better."

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[justanobodywriter]

Mirror Sex

Zeke Yeager

Cw: gender neutral reader (penetration but non specific body parts used), mirror sex, soft dom/sub dynamics, use of pet and kitten, orgasm for both, no protection, let me know if I missed any

~500 words

Zeke loves watching himself fuck into you over and over again. He loves the look that you get when you look up and see your pretty self getting fucked.

He puts mirrors up on the ceiling, walls, doors, wherever he feels the need to. He wants to be able to watch you from any angle he can. He wants you to be able to watch yourself from every angle with him.

"Just like that, love," he cooed. "Look at how well you're taking me. Such a pretty sight, isn't it?"

You couldn't help but let out little whimpers. Seeing yourself be rammed into, along with Zeke's soft words had you reeling. All you wanted was to let go, but you knew better.

"Such a pretty little pet," he continued. "Tell me what it is you want."

"C-cum, please," you managed out.

He shook his head, "Kitten, you know better than that. You have to use your words."

"Please, I nee-need to cu-cum," you finally got out through hiccups and whimpers.

He chuckled, "Not yet. I don't think you've earned it."

You pressed yourself against his each thrust. He let out a groan at your sudden assistance in him fucking you dumb.

"That's it," he chuckled out.

With each thrust, you both were moving your hips, watching your each move.

"Don't you love how you look when I fuck you, love?" he asked, gripping your head and forcing it forward to look at yourself.

His piercing eyes gazed back at you with such love and lust. You forced yourself to look at your own reflection. Your fucked out expression with his gaze being too much. You pushed yourself over the edge.

"That's right, you earned it," he grunted, only going faster.

You rode out your own orgasm, slumping forward slightly. He held you up until he found his own release only a minute or two later, and who could blame him with how you clenched around him so wonderfully.

He lifted your legs spreading your now full hole to the mirror, "Look at that, kitten. Isn't that a sight to see?"

You moaned again, forcing yourself to look at your dripping hole.

"Think you can take some more?" he asked, chuckling at your expression as the words left his lips. "So eager to please, aren't you, pet. Ok, I can give you some more."

And just like that he was back inside of you, thrusting his own seed deeper inside of you, trying to give you more of what you and he both wanted.

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[sofiafushiguro]

cream on top - II

Does your fav love creampies? Back shots? or does he prefers to cum all over your face? Let's find out!

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: zeke yeager, shoto todoroki, ran haitani, bakugo katsuki, tsukishima kei x afab reader (separately)

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 0.k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: lots of cum, unprotected sex, creampie, matting press, oral sex (m), praising degradation, dacryphilia,  begging,  All characters are 18+ here.

↳𝖆/𝖓: You can read part 1 here <3

prompts

𝖟𝖊𝖐𝖊: He always intends to pull out; he's too scared of cumming inside you, what will happen if you get pregnant? That's too risky. However, this doesn't mean his pull-out game is fire because as soon as your walls spam around his hard cock, he loses control.

-`,✎ "Your face is buried on the mattress of his bed, your hands are fisting the grey sheets covered with both your fluids and you're too cock-drunk to understand what you're boyfriend is muttering. "Fuck- Y/N, I cant pull out, I can't pull out," he mutters to himself, burying his nails on your ass, leaving crescents as a souvenir for later. His pace quickens, and within seconds, Zeke spills his load inside of you, cursing because even though it felt glorious, he knows the consequences of it."

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𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖔: Classical boy. He fucks you in missionary with your legs tangled on his waist and your nails scratching his back; he loves pulling out and cumming on your tummy. There's no more satisfaction to him than watching white spurts of his semen on your tummy after fucking you senseless.

-`,✎ You don't know how many times you've cummed that night, and you're too fucked up to think about that. Strands of red and white hair stick to Shoto's forehead as his hips slam violently into yours, and you know he's closing to cumming because he pants and moans into your lips as his thrusts become sloppier and sloppier. He pulls out quickly when he feels closer to release, and you moan when you feel his hot, sticky semen landing on your tummy while he strokes his dick.

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𝖗𝖆𝖓: There's not a better way to end a stressful day than with you between his legs gagging on his dick. He fucks your mouth and throat, enjoying the saliva dripping from your chin and the tears rolling down your cheeks.

-`,✎ "Open wide, princess," Ran coos as he bobs your head on his cock. Your hands play with his balls while your tongue licks his shaft, making him groan in pleasure. And when he feels closer to finish, he loses his patience and thrusts upwards while keeping your head in place to fuck your mouth, closing his eyes and releasing his load right down your throat. "That's it, baby. Now swallow it,"

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𝖐𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎: he loves mixing his semen with your fluids, making them drip from your tight hole, that's why he adores cumming on your pussy, but not inside tho. He pulls out and strokes his dick a few times before painting your pussy lips with creamy white.

-`,✎ "With your legs pushed to your chest, Katsuki listens with joy to the moans coming from your lips while you ride your orgasm. He looks down to where your bodies are connected and admires with pleasure the white ring forming at the base of his cock. He pulls out and lets his cum land over your pussy, watching how it travels from your clit to your hole and finally drips into the sheets."

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𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆: He loves tying your hands behind your backs and putting you on your knees while he uses your face to get off. You look adorable with your tongue sticking out of your mouth waiting for him to cum.

-`,✎ "You nasty, dirty slut," Kei pants when your tongue licks his cock head. "You are my cum dump, aren't you?" He grabs a fistful of your hair, making you stay in place. "Yes, Tsukki! Please cum on my face, cum on my face!" you beg him while sticking your tongue for him to see how eager you are for his cum. He breaths sharply, and after a few strokes to his dick, you have Kei's cum all over your tongue and dripping into the floor.

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[nekomacheercaptain]

Daddy Issues

Am I attracted to Zeke? Not that much. However, am I attracted to his daddy issues? Extremely. And I am very much attracted to Reiner and I'm sure he would cum in his pants if someone called him daddy. So why not bring them both together to exploit those daddy kinks? This is for all my fellow readers with raging daddy issues <3

Reiner eats you out, not knowing a certain commander is outside listening to everything... threesome ensues...

Word count: 3,8K

Content: daddy kink, dom! Zeke, dom! Reiner, sub! reader, female reader, afab reader, pussy slapping, choking, praise kink, rough sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, threesome, creampie, dirty-talk, use of "princess" "slut" and "good girl", double penetration

Eager thumbs spread your slick folds, exposing your dripping entrance waiting to be touched, waiting to be filled, by him. Your whimpers, those small pathetic moans that revealed just how much he had you wrapped around his finger, caused by his tongue as he licked up a thick stripe along your folds, ending with a kiss on your sensitive bud, legs shaking around his head, making him chuckle.

“Always so sensitive, baby,” he hummed against your pussy before his tongue gently massaged your folds, happily lapping up your juices, your taste one he could never get enough of. The lewd wet squelching of your cunt made his conviction to please you even stronger, after all, his favorite activity was to prepare you to take his cock. Especially with angelic moans and whimpers that met his ears, how could he not want to devour you every second of the day he was allowed?

One of his hands reached your breast, his soft touch kneading your doughy flesh as his fingers flicked and teased your nipple, making you gasp and grasp his forearm with a weak grip, as your other hand gripped his blond hair. 

“Reiner, please,” your whimper made him groan against your pussy, vibrations sent waves of pleasure all over your body, and he adored how your face couldn’t hide how good you felt; eyes screwed shut, brows furrowed together in pleasure, along with a slack jaw and mouth forming a perfect “o”, just as he loved to see you. Just as you were meant to be. While still tenderly massaging your breast, his freehand allowed one of his fingers to tease your entrance, loving how the grip in his hair tightened, yearning him on, along with a moan of his name rolling off your tongue. He couldn’t help but get a little selfish, and the warmth of his mouth left your core, the tip of his finger entering you, a small gasp leaving your mouth.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” his low, silky voice held nothing but adoration as his deep hazel eyes gazed into yours, “and I’ll give it to you”.

You felt your walls clamp around nothing but the tiniest bit off his finger he had given you as you looked at how your juices covered the beard on his chin and cheeks, a small smile meeting you.

“I want you, Reiner,” your breath puffy due to his previous ministrations.

“Hm, is that my name, princess?” he bit the flesh of your inner thigh, sure to leave a mark, making you yelp.

“Shit, no, I want you, daddy, please,” you whimpered at him, his eyes darkening.

He growled at the title you not so long ago had accidentally called him when his cock was fucking deep and hard into you, and he had craved to be called intimately ever since. His finger plunged inside of you, and you called out for him, his pants growing excruciatingly tight.

“That’s right, baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good,” he ended his promise by attaching his lips to your clit in a kiss, before his tongue continued lapping at your soaking cunt, and his finger curved inside you, searching for the spot that he knew would make you see stars. As your head flew backwards against the pillow, Reiner added a second finger, your walls struggling to accommodate him, making you groan in pleasure at the sweet stretch you had gotten used to. 

The blond wouldn’t be satisfied until he had you crying and shaking in pleasure, and therefore added a third finger when the other two slid easily in and out of you, knowing you still weren’t ready for him. The stretch of his third finger had you grasping the sheets with one hand, while the other was threatening to pull his hair out, your words incoherent as he had set a slow, but deep pace, managing to exploit all the sweet spots he knew so well inside of your body, while his mouth and tongue exploited all the external places he knew would send you to paradise. His thumb and finger tweaked and pinched your perky nipple until it became sore, ignoring your cries, set on making you scream for him. With all the sensations your boyfriend provided you, it didn’t take long until an explosion of pleasure erupted inside of your core, your walls spasming around his fingers, your legs shaking around his head and screaming out his honorary title, not shy of anyone that could be lingering around.

“My good girl, let them know who’s making you feel good,” Reiner praised into your cunt, the added vibrations making your hips rise softly from the bed, as you were busy seeing stars and not ready to come down from your high yet.

He gradually stopped his ministrations when he felt the death grip in his hair lessen. You sighed when his tongue and fingers left your drenched cunt, your juices covering him, and you felt slightly embarrassed at the mess you caused.

“You taste so delicious, princess,” he purred before licking his fingers clean, making your eyes widen, before making you suck on his fingers, coated in his spit and your own juices.

“Daddy, huh?” a dark voice chimed in from the door, and Reiner instinctively covered your body with his own, “didn’t know the two of you were freaky like that,” a puff of smoke entered the room, before the one that interrupted your session closed the door behind them, a smug smile on his lips as he raised his brow at you.

“Com-commander!!” you yelped out, happy that Reiner was a broad man and covered you completely, as you stared at your commander in horror over Reiner’s shoulder, embarrassed that none of you had heard the door open.

“You sound shocked that someone heard you moaning for your daddy,” Zeke stated before smoking the rest of his cigarette, a small hint of playfulness in his voice, “you know it’s not exactly soundproof here,” he smirked at your horrified expression while knocking on the wall beside him.

Reiner’s warm hands stroked your cheek and arm, trying to comfort you before he looked over his shoulder and sighed, “you want something?”.

Zeke stumped his cigarette under his boot on the floor before smiling at you, “Do you mind sharing your girlfriend?”.

Zeke’s hands played with your breasts while his lips fixated on your neck, hips grinding into yours leaving you a whiny mess as he refused to give you what you wanted, teasing your throbbing cunt with slow drags of his cock through your folds. With arrogant expertise, your commander grazed your, due to Reiner’s previous worship, overly sensitive clit with just enough pressure to have your legs shaking with the underside of his cock, and he had to break away from your neck to take in the sight of his needy little subordinate beneath him.

“Such a whiny little thing, is she always like this?” Zeke muttered loud enough for your boyfriend to hear, who was stationed in a chair beside the bed by your commander. His breath hitched when you looked at him with pleading eyes, knowing you were at your limit.

“Yes, she is, uhm, very sensitive, so I don’t tease her that much…” he answered awkwardly, but realized he shouldn’t have given that information by the way Zeke’s motions froze and smirked down at you, his hand grabbing your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Don’t like being teased, hm? Wonder how far I can go before you’re begging me to fuck you,” his words left you whimpering, and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

He sat on his knees with your legs draped over his thighs and hip, elevating your own hips, while his right hand trailed up your thigh, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch. When his calloused hand reached your cunt, his thumb experimentally brushed over your clit, and he revelled in the pathetic gasp you exhaled, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

This made him slap your clit, your hips jerking up from the impact, and you looked at him in shock.

“Did I give you permission to hide your face, princess?” his eyes were dark as they looked into yours, and you shook your head.

“Tsk. Use your words,” his other hand now cupped your cheek harshly, making you unable to look anywhere but at him.

“N-no,” you gulped, and his hand slapped your pussy once again, this time harder, making you yelp.

“No, what?”

“No, daddy,” your hands gripped his forearm as his hand wrapped loosely around your neck, and he gave you a playful smile.

“Good girl,” his praise had warmth pooling down your body, and you moaned silently as two fingers plunged inside your soaking count, sucking him in, as his thumb circled your clit.

Reiner watched your eyes grow glossy as they looked up at your commander while lewd squelching from fingers fucking your pussy filled the room, along with your sounds of pleasure. Zeke added another two fingers, feeling that delicious stretch around him, and he could only imagine how you would feel once it was his cock stretching your pussy. You felt your breath restricting, a lightheaded sensation blurring your vision slightly, realizing he tightened the hold around your neck. What you didn’t expect was the other sensations heightening, your orgasm suddenly a lot closer than before, the string inside your body tightening exponentially, leaving you a gasping and moaning mess beneath your commander who was wearing a sadistic grin.

“You haven’t choked her before, Braun?” Zeke chuckled upon seeing how easy it was to get a reaction out of you, how easy it was to put you into submission.

Reiner’s eyes were wide as he watched his commander treating his sweet and kind girlfriend in such a rough way - even more shocked at how much you enjoyed it. He saw how your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, your mouth drooling and hanging in a lazy smile, your brows scrunched up in pleasure. An absolutely pornographic display he had never seen of you before. The difference in Reiner’s and Zeke’s domination was big, Zeke clearly being a lot rougher than Reiner. But he couldn’t help but get aroused by looking at you being handled in such an unsoft way, taking a mental image of what had your legs spasming around your commander’s hips.

The lack of Reiner’s response made Zeke chuckle, “Take notes then, you have to do it right, especially on this one that can’t regenerate her injuries,” he said while his fingers only increased their speed inside you, and he felt your walls clench around him uncontrollably, anticipating your release soon.

“Come here,” Zeke ordered, and Reiner obeyed, awkwardly placing himself where Zeke wanted. Suddenly you had free reign over your breathing again, and Reiner stroked your hair as he saw your hazy eyes look at him, a happy, yet tired, smile on your face.

“Place your hand around her neck, and make sure to have your thumb pressing in on one side, and the fingers on the other - not the front,” Zeke explained and Reiner followed, carefully placing his fingers and thumb where Zeke told him to, before lightly squeezing the sides of your throat, until he heard you gasp and completely released his grasp in fear of having hurt you.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m so sorry-”

“No no, that felt good!” you managed to whine out through heavy breaths before Zeke could say anything, and Reiner looked at you dumbfounded. Zeke only scoffed, but was entertained by Reiner’s concern. Reiner nervously placed his hand around your neck again, squeezing softly, and you sighed happily before Zeke fucked his fingers roughly into you, making you shut your eyes in pleasure and throw your head back, the string inside of your body threatening to snap.

“Oh daddy, yes! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned out breathlessly, desperate for the sweet release you knew were just strokes away, tears filling your eyes in anticipation. Just as your hips rose to accept it, you were empty. You opened your eyes to see Zeke staring down at you, his fingers covered and dripping with your slick.

“No, please, please, I was so close,” you whined desperately through your clouded lust, but Zeke forced his fingers down your throat making you lick off your own remains.

“Beg for it, like the little slut you are,” his fingers left your mouth with a pop, his thumb stroking your lower lip, drool falling down your chin.

“Please, daddy, fuck me, please let me cum,” but the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and your words weren’t convincing enough. 

“Choke her harder,” Zeke commanded as his hungry eyes were fixated on you, while Reiner’s hand squeezed tighter around your throat, bringing back the lightheadedness, “I know you can do better than that, princess, come on”.

“I-I want your cock, daddy,” you started, smiling lazily due the lack of oxygen to your brain, “I need your cock inside of me, daddy, please,” and your whining had him buckling his belt before pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees, his t-shirt thrown onto the floor.

His cock hung proudly over your pussy, and you purred when he pumped himself slowly, drooling at his size. By no means was he larger than Reiner, who no one could compete with in means of girth, but his cock was long and thick nonetheless, sure to give you pure bliss.

“Now that’s a good girl~ ready for your reward?” he searched your face for any traces of regret, and when you nodded eagerly along with raising your hips in hope to reach him, he chuckled. When he lined up his cock with your entrance, a sharp inhale escaped you before he slammed the entirety of his cock inside of you, making you scream silently, throwing your head backwards, your hands clutching the sheets beneath them so hard threatening to create rifts.

“Fuck,” a small, broken moan left his lips, and he shut his eyes closed, feeling your tight, velvety walls stretch around him, “she feels so fucking good,” and to this Reiner hummed in agreement, looking down at your blissful face, your eyes cloudy from all the sensations bestowed upon you.

“Baby, is it alright if I get a bit selfish?” Reiner’s hand left your throat and went to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking softly over your skin, feeling how hot and sweaty you were getting, “Can you suck daddy’s cock, or would that be too much for you?”.

In the middle of your answer, Zeke slowly withdrew his hips, before slowly impaling you again, making you mewl in pleasure.

“Not gonna answer him, hm? Tsk, what a naughty girl,” Zeke teased down at you, smirking after seeing just how sensitive you truly were. Oh what had he missed out on?

You only nodded, staring at Reiner’s kind eyes, knowing he would never hurt you. He smiled softly at you after seeing your response.

“Thank you, baby,” he bent down to place a kiss on your forehead while the sounds of him unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants filled the quiet air. His warm lips left your forehead, and met your own pair in a quick kiss full of love before he straightened up, looking down at your body spread out on the bed for another man. But the look you gave him held all the reassurance he needed.

Seeing his half-hard cock against his abdomen always, no matter how many times you had already seen it, sent pools of warmth down to your core. His protruding veins decorating his girthy length were always a highlight of his pleasure, making his legs shake whenever the tip of your tongue licked over them with just the right amount of pressure. Your drooling was cut short by Zeke’s scoff, followed by a chuckle.

“Jesus, Braun, now I owe Galliard.”

“What-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Zeke interrupted Reiner in his confusion, and turned his attention back to you, feeling himself softening inside of your pooling cunt, “let’s get back to this one, hm? Can’t wait to see her filled from both ends~”

Reiner’s hand moved to support the back of your head, as well as lifting it to make the angle more comfortable for you, while his other pumped his cock a few times before lining it up to your mouth, where your tongue was obediently waiting, making both of the men groan at the sight. The tip of Reiner’s cock was heavy on your tongue, and you were glad you had accumulated spit in your mouth, knowing well how whatever you did with your boyfriend, it had to be wet as hell.

“You always look so good like this, baby, so beautiful,” Reiner whispered as you felt Zeke starting a slow rhythm, causing you to whimper against your boyfriend’s cock.

“And you always take daddy’s cock so well,” he pushed himself further into your mouth seeing your lips stretch around him, groaning at the warm, wet cavity that he had trained so well.

“She sure does, she’s got the best pussy I’ve ever felt,” Zeke’s rhythm quickened, his cock deliciously enveloped by your walls, creating more slick he can fuck you easier with, “and she’s being such a good girl~”.

The praise, as he anticipated, caused your walls to clench around him and for you to whimper around Reiner’s cock, the vibrations making him groan above you. As Zeke gripped your thighs for better leverage and deeper penetration, Reiner allowed his cock further down your throat, revelling in the gags and chokes caused by your struggle to accommodate him, as well as the muffled surprised moan that reverberated around his cock at Zeke’s thrusts.

Each thrust brought you closer to the release you were denied just a few moments ago, feeling the string inside of your core tightening again, your legs shaking each time Zeke bottomed out inside of you, kissing your sweet spot with the tip of his cock. Reiner noticed the glaze and tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, your brows furrowed together as small moans and whimpers were mixed with the sound of your gags and gurgles caused by his cock down your throat. You stared at him between his pecs, while feeling Zeke fuck you like it was the last time he ever touched a woman; his deep groans sending shivers down your spine. A lewd mix of sounds from all three of you bounced off the walls, the loudest ones created from Zeke’s slick covered cock fucking into your squelching pussy, which was dripping with your arousal. The sound of Zeke’s heavy balls slapping against your ass dominated the room too, and when his fingers found your clit, the absolutely nasty, slick sound of him rubbing it desperately made you moan his name, urging him on further.

“Shit, you’re the perfect little slut, just fucking look at you, absolutely filthy,” you could feel Zeke’s intense gaze on you as your boyfriend’s cock was lazily fucking your throat, “you’re close, hm? Wanna come on daddy’s cock?” the smirk in his voice was obvious, even through his heavy breaths. You tried nodding as well as you could, and his thrusts became hard and deep, and the fingers on your clit became softer, a perfect contrast to welcome your orgasm. The moaning mess you suddenly had become was too much for Reiner, who left the warm comfort of your mouth, seeing you heave for breath through desperate moans and yelps of pleasure.

“Daddy, please, don’t stop!” you cried desperately as your hands gripped Reiner’s thighs to relieve some tension, “Ngh!-so good! Fuck!”.

“Perfect, that’s a good girl, beg for it, baby, beg for your daddy,” Zeke’s eyes were full of nothing but lust as he ate you up with his gaze, admiring how your breasts bounced with each thrust, and how absolutely perfect you looked beneath him; face looking up at him in pure bliss, tears streaming down your face, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure as your mouth and jaw were hung slack open, begging for him. It wasn’t only Zeke who was admiring the view, Reiner was pumping himself with your spit as his other hand still supported your head, allowing you to look up at your commander fucking you. Your eyes were begging for release, and he was ready to hear you sing. Your walls were contracting wildly around him, all you needed was the last push.

“You ready to come, baby? You ready to take all of daddy’s cum?” Zeke asked through heavy breaths, and he saw you smiled in a way that took away his breath; absolutely fucked out, so full of hope.

“Yesyesyes, daddy, please, fill me, use me!” and with that his fingers became more aggressive as he thrust himself completely inside of you until his cum created a creamy ring around the base of his cock, as he felt you tighten around him so hard it was almost painful, while moaning for the both of them. Your legs were shaking against his thighs, and you were seeing stars as the string inside of you had finally snapped. Reiner was the last to finish, the erotic scene in front of him causing him to cum on your breasts, painting your sensitive buds with his arousal. Reiner’s hand dropped your head and went back to stroke your cheek while gazing lovingly down at you; something that made Zeke feel a shot of loneliness bolt through him.

“I, uhm, apologize if I did anything neither of you were comfortable with, Braun…” Zeke said, hissing as his sensitive cock left your warm, pulsing cunt and was met with the cold air.

“Hm?” Reiner barely registered what his commander had said, still looking down at you, seeing the lazy, happy smile covering your face as you still were seeing the entire universe your orgasm had granted you, “based off of her right now, I’d say you did everything right,” Reiner’s chuckle comforted Zeke, who snickered at his response.

“I suppose you’re right,” his eyes wandered over your body, seeing his own cum leaking out of your cunt and down your ass, and Reiner’s cum decorating your perfect breasts, and landed on your face, smiling at the absolute bliss you were covered in. His thumbs absentmindedly started rubbing circles into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You got really lucky with her, you know,” Zeke started, still looking at your lazy smile, “not only is she a freak, she’s also a kind person, even in this shitty world,” he didn’t know what prompted him to say those words, but Reiner hummed and nodded.

“She always yells at me when I say this world is cruel,” Reiner scoffed lightly, a small humorous smile tugging on his lips as he kept stroking your cheek, seeing you drift away into sleep as your breathing stabilized, “she tells me it’s not the world’s fault, but the people”.

Zeke didn’t answer, but he let out a small hum. When he looked back up, he saw Reiner look at him with a serious look.

“Now, what was that about Galliard?”

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Starring Eren, Connie, Armin and Zeke in Cumming Undone ❤️‍🔥The Scenarios

Rated TV-MA

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No pronouns in this Bih

Summary❤️‍🔥 you decide to surprise your man with Your Throat Abilities

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Eren Yeager

♡ You had been watching Eren game online with Mikasa, Connie and Jean for the last Two Hours

♡ GTA V Online sessions are so hectic with them in it that you are usually very entertained But today your eyes has been on Eren more than his monitors

♡ He looked so delicious with his hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail…He should be Rewarded for Winning so many PVP… Right???

♡ Your body going into Autopilot as your mouth starts watering, you pulled back his chair and sat on the floor before him

♡ Eren looked away from his monitors for a split second, he stared down at you as you laid kisses to his cock still in his Jogging pants; He slightly smirked before going back to his game

♡ You pulled out his cock and licked him up & down before putting him in your mouth, you easily took his big hard cock to the back of your throat making Eren shift slightly in his chair but his voice didn’t show it as he spoke into his headset

♡ You weren’t going to break him that easily huh? Okay eren challenge accepted

♡ You bobbed your head at the right pace to make Eren`s toes curl, taking him to the back of your throat when he least expected

♡ Sucking at his tip as your hands worked his shaft, you looked him dead in his eyes as he swallowed heavily

♡ Eren took one of his hands of the controller and placed it to the back of your head controlling your pace, he was cheating but you still could win this game

♡ You swirl your tongue on his tip whenever your head went up, your hands massaged his balls

♡ You looked up and his hair was down, you knew then you had him right where you want him

♡ Keeping up your actions Eren was quick to end his gaming session, tossing his headset aside he groaned out before saying these words as one hand rubbed your cheek

♡ Eren: You wanted them to hear what you were doing to me??? Like a little slut hmmmmm??? Want them wishing that they were me?? But you’re are Mine.

♡ Eren then stood up and started fucking your mouth hard but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle

♡ You can tell by how his hips subtly shake upon every thrusts and how his breathing is that Eren was close

♡ On his last thrust you grabbed his hips, Pulling him deep into your throat and let him cum violently down your throat

♡ Pulling back from Eren, you winked up at him and said while Giggling “You are delicious Ren”

♡ Eren fell back into his chair before patting his lap and speaking these words

♡ Eren: Come here Baby, It’s time I returned the Favor.

Connie Springer

♡ Connie has been watching you do your make up for the past hour while he’s FaceTiming Jean who was trying to complete his PC build

♡ Connie has been lowkey moping about the fact you were going clubbing with your friends without him, it made you sad to see your man so down and out

♡ While you did your hair you kept looking through the mirror back at Connie who was lying on the bed with his phone in his hand, every so often he would look up at you to see your progress or to admire you

♡ When you were done you checked yourself out before heading to the side of the bed, you leaned in to whisper in Connie’s ear “You better not mess my makeup or hair up” your lips grazed his ear making him shiver as he watched you apply his favorite lip gloss to your lips

♡ Slowly you made your way to his thighs before pulling his cock free of his pants while keeping eye contact with him the whole time

♡ Connie cock was hard in your hand as you stoked him up and down before licking his tip and deep throating him unexpectedly

♡ You can tell you made him weak and he was holding back a moan, Oh how he glad Jean was too excited and busy with his PC to see how he was looking

♡ Connie couldn’t help but thrust up into your mouth smearing your lip gloss onto his cock as you took him like the throat master you are

♡ You placed your hands on his hips helping him with his thrusts; oh you made him feel so good

♡ Connie was already close but you decided to swirl your tongue around like that?? Oh you were about to kill him while he was on FaceTime with Jean

♡ Connie eyes rolled back and you could tell by the way he was tensing he closed to coming but you kept on with the actions that would shove him over the edge

♡ Connie came so hard he tossed his phone to the floor and covered his mouth to muffle his moans

♡ He watched as you swallowed everything and lick his cock clean before tucking him back into his pants

♡ Connie out of breath: I might’ve broke my fucking phone

♡ You as you checked yourself out one last time: But you didn’t mess me up and I thank you for that, now I got to finish getting ready baby.

♡ Connie could barely grab his phone cause baby you did a number to him

Armin Arlert

♡ Armin has been on a Zoom Study session with his friends for the past three hours. No breaks

♡ You hate to Admit that you were feeling neglected but most importantly you worried for your man’s health!

♡ He looked so cute with his head in a book deep in concentration but it’s time for him to focus on you

♡ As he was preoccupied with his notes, you were crawling under the dining table where he decided to do all his studying

♡ It didn’t take long for you to find you target, Armin Soft but strong legs covered in the beige pants you picked out for him the last time you two went shopping

♡ You gently placed your hands onto his legs making Armin jump and pull back his chair to look down at you, He already knew your plans and he wasn’t prepared for it

♡ As you slowly stroked him through his pants Armin kept his beautiful eyes on you

♡ You slowly unzipped his pants you stared up at him watching his reaction as you exposed his Pretty Hard Cock, He could only nod at you to continue as he went back to studying before Eren Grew suspicious

♡ As you took him into your mouth, Armin closed his eyes. His cock felt so good with your lips wrapped around it

♡ As you bobbed up and down you placed your hands on his thighs for support

♡ You knew if Armin kept his eyes closed his friends would get worried so that’s why you started to lick the underside of his cock all the way down to his balls taking care to gently kiss both of them before sucking on them; Armin eyes were wide as he fought the urge to let out a moan and to make it worse his face was bright red

♡ Mikasa: Armin, Are you Alright???? You look feverish??

♡ Her words made everyone in the study session look at Armin making him embarrassed

♡ Armin as you suck his cock so good he could scream: yes… I’m Good, I’m just a little tt-ired I’ll talk to you guys later!!!!

♡ Logging out of the study session Armin let out the prettiest moan as you softly sucked the tip of his cock before deep throating him and fondling his balls

♡ Armin breathy moans letting you know he was close

♡ Armin: I’m about to cum

♡ He came hard as you continued to suck on his cock making him tremble in the chair

♡ You looked up at him while you swallowed his seed, his eyes watching and his face flushed from your ministrations

♡ Armin looked so cute undone, you watched as his eyes traveled to his phone that was lighting up with notifications

♡ Mikasa: Are you alright??

♡ Connie: Man you looked sick as hell, I hope you’re okay

♡ Jean: dude you good?? You got Mikasa worried

♡ Eren: I know what you were doing.

Zeke Yeager

♡ Bothering Zeke while he was working was Risky as hell but it was so fun! Especially when he is in a zoom meeting

♡ This is how you found yourself under his desk while he talked business with his colleagues

♡ You knew this meeting was important and that your actions would get you overstimulated later but trying to crack Zeke is so worth it

♡ As he talked you held on to his legs covered in dress slacks, He loves to dress up even when he having a zoom meeting

♡ Your hands slowly up to his thighs and finally landing on your target, his cock that was already hard in anticipation

♡ You released his beautiful cock from the prison that is his pants, your hands pumping his cock as you laid soft licks to his tip

♡ Oh you were going to tease the hell out of him, sucking the tip of his cock as your hands worked his shaft slowly

♡ You took him to the back of your throat and laid your tongue flat against the base of his cock, a risky move that always makes you choke but it was worth it to hear him clear his throat; you were getting to him.

♡ Keeping your up actions your bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him to the back of your throat when you went down and sucking his tip when you went up

♡ A shame you couldn’t touch his heavy balls that was still trapped in his pants.. if you could would’ve broke him for sure

♡ You could tell by the way he shifting in his chair that it was taking him everything to not groan out

♡ You went back to pumping his cock with your hands and using your mouth on his tip, you could feel him shudder before hearing him end the Zoom Call… Uh oh

♡ Zeke pulled back his office chair, his glasses missing and his tie undone; he stared down at you his cock in your mouth before he grabbed your head and shoved his cock down your throat

♡ He fucking your mouth?? He’s big mad but it's nothing you can’t handle you know his cock like the back of your hand

♡ He pulled you off while looking you right in the eye as you smiled up at him before he said these words

♡ Zeke: Oh you tried to make me groan?? So all my colleagues wish that their cocks were in your mouth??? You wanted me to cum while I was in a meeting?? I think you deserve a punishment or two darling

♡ Zeke laid you across his lap, spanking your ass hard but at this point you didn’t care

♡ You were ready for the long night of fucking you two were going to do, after all this was your plan

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philosophy (𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘶!𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

You loved hanging out with your friends, but what happens when your friend Eren Jaeger starts bringing around his studious, charming older brother?

Word Count: 5289 words

Warnings: Alcohol consumption/getting drunk, getting high, partying, suggestive NSFW comments (minors dni), Zeke being Zeke, let me know if I missed any warnings.

You absolutely loved your friend group.

The second a giggling Connie and Sasha approached you in your college library asking you if you wanted to help prank your ‘Intro to Physics’ professor for kicking out their friend Eren, you absolutely fell in love with your friends.

They were a diverse group of people with a very interesting dynamic, but they cared. A lot. They were like family, every laugh was from the heart, every smile was genuine, and every goodbye was very temporary. You could forget about all of your troubles with your friends, whether that be going on spontaneous vacations or getting absolutely blasted at one of your houses, it was all perfect.

That is, until Eren decided to bring him along.

Some people, like Mikasa and Armin, had already met the tall, blonde charmer, but up until he began tagging along to your beach trips and smoke seshes, he was like a ghost - no one talked about him or acknowledged him. And it seemed anyone else in the group who had met him didn’t really care to comment.

“So you have an older brother, Eren?” Sasha asked, passing the joint over to Connie, who was nearly half passed out. The room was dim with a purple haze, thanks to Erens mood lighting, and reeked of weed. Your friend group lounged around, on the various pieces of furniture, smoking your weekend away. Eren simply nodded, taking a swig of his drink.

Armin snatched the drink out of Erens hands, rolling his eyes, “Zeke, his half brother. He’s kind of a prick, but hey, so is Eren to be honest.”

“Hey! I am not!” Eren retaliated, pushing Armin off the couch, laughing. “He’s way more of an ass than me. He’s annoying, but he’s family, and he’s cool. I’m sure you’d all like him, his sarcasm and all.”

“You two really must be related huh,” You laughed, taking the blunt connie absentmindedly handed over and walking over to sit next to Jean on the couch opposite of Eren, Mikasa and Armin, “I don’t think I’ve seen him before, definitely haven’t met him. I feel like I’d know.”

Jean snorted, “You don’t wanna meet him.” Eren stared him down, daggers shooting out of his eyes.

“You met him ONCE Jean.” Eren protested, snatching his precious alcoholic beverage back from Armin, “He didn’t even talk to you either!”

“He looked at me weird.” Jean huffed, snatching the blunt from you.

Eren rolled his eyes and turned to you, expression shifting, “I swear he’s cool, he’s definitely a personality but he’s cool. The guys got more one night stands than all of us combined, but that’s cus’ all he cares about is school. He’s only committed to his studies I guess.”

“Gross.” You snorted.

“Hey, he’s cool!” He retaliated, trying to defend his brother.

From that night on, you didn’t think about Zeke whatsoever. Knowing of his existence was merely a piece of information you had gained.

He was a man in your mind who only had a name. You knew not of his face, his features, his personality, his voice, and you didn’t care.

A few weeks went by, that was until Connie had texted you asking if you wanted to study for your ‘Intro to Philosophy’ midterms in the library on the next Wednesday. Despite knowing that the study sesh would most likely be 90% goofing off and 10% actually retaining information, as were the past 3 study seshs, you obliged.

The days went by and Wednesday finally rolled along, and you found yourself late to the library study sesh. Pulling an all-nighter had resulted in a rather solid nap halfway through the day, leaving your friends spamming your phone for your arrival.

With your mind set on finally passing a philosophy test, you got ready and grabbed your bag, making your way out of your apartment and to the aforementioned library.

Entering the library, you beelined it towards the usual table you all sat at, hidden in the back far away from students actually trying to study. As your footsteps quietly approached the back, you noticed a lack of sound the closer you got to the table. Which, of course, is normal in a library, but with Connie and Sasha supposedly being there, you might have well assumed they died.

Turning the corner, the table was in your sights, smiling, you waved at them. Several blank stares lit up at your arrival, “(Y/N)! Finally, honestly we kinda thought maybe your bed consumed you.” Sasha commented, getting up and hugging you.

Your eyes scanned the table, taking a mental roll call, Eren, Jean, Connie and Sasha, but landing dead on a foreign body sitting next to Eren, “(Y/N), this is my brother, Zeke!”

Zeke looked up from the book he had been taking notes in, glancing up at you for a moment, his eyes wandered, scanning you up and down, hesitant to look away. He leaned back and reconnected his eyes with yours, folding his arms over his chest.

There was no formal, not even casual greeting, Zeke just looked you over, nodding to the empty seat next to himself. “So you’re the late one?”

“Well hello to you too, Jaeger senior.” Rolling your eyes, you sling your bag on the back of the chair, sitting down hesitantly.

“Oof. Ouch, I don’t look that old.” Zeke chuckled, picking his pen back up and shifting his attention away from you and back to the book he was writing in. Your eyes automatically rolled.

“So (Y/N), Zeke‘s a senior and he’s majoring in philosophy so I thought he could come along and help us study.” Eren explained, pity smiling as you glanced between him and his brother.

“Yeah so we don’t fail a test for once.” Jean commented, rolling his eyes, twirling his pencil around, leaning back in his chair.

“Hey I’m not failing them, I just don’t want anymore 70’s.”. Sasha inputted, smacking the pencil out of Jean's hand, causing him to almost bust his ass on the rough, gross library carpet.

Jean yelped in protest, immediately smacking his hand against his mouth, eyes darting around, internally praying the librarians wouldn’t kick them out.

Zeke audibly sighed and shifted his eyes to you, imploring “So do they always act like this?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” He did nothing but chuckle, glancing you up and down again.

Now that you had actually taken a moment to look at him up close, you began taking mental note of his features. He only vaguely resembled Eren, though you could definitely tell the two were related one way or another.

His frame was much larger than yours, he must have been a good 6 feet or more. He had pale blonde hair that was parted in the middle, mildly grown out at the top, with a thicker, short cut beard to match. His hair looked soft, you thought. His face was pale, but well suited with a pair of metal framed glasses, sitting on the tip of his nose. His smile was subtle.

He didn’t seem to care about what others thought of his self presentation, but he definitely enjoyed TLC and taking care of himself.

Though, for a lack of better words, he looked cozy. He smelled lightly of cigarettes, vanilla and if your nose was correct, a bit of weed.

There was no denying that the Jaeger genes were strong. Zeke was a sight to behold. You’d be ashamed to admit you weren’t mildly flustered by him.

“Do I have something on my face, (Y/N)?” Zeke commented, voice laced with sarcasm and amusement. His eyes travel to your face, watching you turn bright red.

Shifting the uncomfortable metal library chair away from him grumbling a low “No.”

“Right, I’m sure.” Rolling your eyes at him, Eren wasn’t lying, Zeke was definitely something. Though he was definitely attractive, this was someone who knew he was.

Zeke chuckled at you simply, flipping another page in the thick book he held. The cover was a crimson red, and had a goldish yellow engraving detailing something about Plato, ‘Of course, philosophy.’ You thought. Zeke chuckled, “If you have something to say about my face, say it.”

You snorted, fiddling with your pencil, “Oh whatever, I’m sure you have other girls that can feed your ego”

“Hey, I’m just saying what I see.” Zeke said, sighing, placing a bookmark in the novel sitting it on the table. His eyes were locked on your for a brief moment. The group had gone silent, drawing attention to whatever the hell Zeke was trying to accomplish. Jean and Sasha had stopped whisper fighting on the opposite side of the table, turning to Zeke and yourself.

Sasha looked baffled, well, more disgusted at this point, smacking Connie who finally looked up from his phone, confused.

Eren was bothered. He loved his brother a lot. But he knew how his brother was with relationships and girls, Zeke was scared of commitment, though he never got to know someone enough to even commit.

And to be honest, Eren didn’t care. If Zeke wasn’t searching for something permanent he couldn’t change that, then so be it, as long as the girls he was hooking up with were on the same page.

“Ew, Zeke don’t flirt with (Y/N). You’re so weird.” Jean spat out, rolling his eyes, slapping his pencil back on the table, leaning back.

Zeke narrowed his glare, and scoffed, “Who said I was, Jean?”

Jean nearly choked on his spit, God did he hate this guy. The air in the space thickened immediately, you could practically cut the air with a knife. All of your friends shifted in their seats, uncomfortably looking amongst themselves. This sucked.

Connie was facepalming, bewildered at the conversation that was unfolding, “Guys we’re supposed to be studying-“

“Then maybe Jean should watch himself, I’m sure (Y/N) is more than capable of speaking for herself.” Zeke stated, keeping eye contact with Jean, who shifted his eyes to you, slugging himself further into his seat. All Zeke did was smirk. And Eren, he stayed quiet. He didn’t wanna be overbearing.

“Whatever.” Jean shifted, getting up and leaving.

Zeke was protective, though he’d never admit it. As the relationship you and Zeke had was strictly educational; he’d show up to study sessions and you’d ask a few questions and have a discussion and that would be it. It was the parties that would fuck you up. Even though it was just your friends and yourself, the longing stares from across the room, the touches that lasted just a second too long, the sly comments that would leave you flustered and red in the face. All of that, and yet Zeke still wouldn’t interact much with you outside of studies.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t interested in whatever odd game Zeke was playing. Zeke was charming, attractive, intelligent, he tried his best to help people, and was great at many skills, he was certainly one of the more enticing people in your life.

However, he was himself after all. Slightly arrogant and egotistical, but that was only the persona he put up that you saw, and you refused to talk to Eren about Zeke, afraid he would catch wind of your little infatuation.

The tension built for months and months, yet you couldn’t seem to get rid of him for the life of you.

Not that you necessarily wanted to, though.

Later into the semester, you found yourself genuinely struggling with your philosophy class. Sasha and Connie, admittedly were not helpful, they seemed to be content with just passing grades - you weren’t. After your last assignment was less than satisfactory, help was much needed.

And you happened to know one person who was good at philosophy, Zeke.

“(Y/N), it’s midnight, why are you Facetiming me?” Eren shifted around, adjusting his eyes to his phone's light. You could see him tapping his screen rather aggressively.

You laughed briefly, propping your phone up on your desk, tapping your pen, “I’m sorry, but I know you wouldn't have answered my messages and I want an answer now.”

Eren sighed, “What did I do bro-”

“Nothing man, I was wondering if you think Zeke would be willing to help me with my philosophy shit, I’m not failing but I could be better.” Eren sighed again, you could see him rub his face.

“Can’t you ask your professor though?” Eren implored.

“I don’t like him though.” You retaliated, shifting in your seat. Eren was definitely not keen on you talking to Zeke.

“Bruh.” Is all Eren gave you as an answer, you heard shifting as he got up from his bed, and padded out of his room and down the hall. A brief knocking was heard before a door was opened, all you could see was the upper half of Eren's face. “Yo Zeke, quick question.”

“Eren it’s midnight, fuck off.” A distant, deeper voice said, it was Zeke.

“Whatever man, one of my friends needs help with philosophy stuff, can you help? You owe me man.” Eren sounded tired, you almost felt bad - if only he hadn’t woken you up at this time many times before.

Zeke sighed, “Yeah sure. Send them my number. Get out though.”

All Eren did was nod, shutting the door and padding back to his room. “You owe me now too, (Y/N).”

Zeke became a main source of your educational pursuits when it came to the humanities. You guys had a typical routine when it came to studying - The pair of you would message back and forth for a bit, then eventually give up on typing out all the fun discussions about Plato and Socrates, and settle on calling each other. Each conversation would be short, and strictly relating to your studies, calling Zeke was something that started out purely educational.

That is, until you started to call longer, getting more and more off topic.

Phones propped up on your respective desks, you could see all of each other's upper body. Zeke scanned you through Facetime, watching you hunch over and jot down something he had said. “Your posture sucks.”

Straightening your back, you giggled, “Whatever could you mean.”

“Yeah okay. I'm surprised that hunch isn’t permanent.” You fake gasped at his comment, dropping your pen and clasping your hands on your chests. “Oh yeah, act all surprised, (Y/N).”

“Whatever.” Laughing, you relaxed, picking your pen back up and writing one last thing down. Your eyes shifted to your phone screen, Zeke was in thought waiting for you to finish writing. God, he even looked like a philosopher. “So Zeke, do you have any other hobbies than studying or did you devote your life to student loans?

“I read a bit.” He simply stated, gesturing back behind himself at the large bookcase against his wall. It contained a plethora of books, all of different widths and colors.

“Is that fun reading, or are they also all about philosophy?” One thing you enjoyed about Zeke and yourself was that you could joke with each other very freely. Though most of your conversations were strictly educational, you were able to learn how to be more relaxed with each other. It made learning more fun.

Zeke rolled his eyes at you, “I think philosophy is fun.” His answer made you laugh, but all you did was give him a look, questioning and joking. “But fine, no it’s not all about philosophy. I read a lot of thriller and romance novels.”

“I’m sorry - romance?” To be honest, you were shocked. For a man who was widely considered rather ‘noncommittal’, this was odd.

It was Zeke’s turn to give you a look, his screamed annoyance, but that was always your goal. “Yes, why is that shocking.”

You leaned back in your seat, staring into the camera, “You don’t seem like a romantic guy, rather the opposite.”

“I can be.” Zeke simply stated, copying you and leaning back as well. Studying his face, you thought about how odd he was. Eren had claimed that Zeke wasn’t the best at commitment, he was rather focused on his studies, but he also exclaimed these facts like Zeke was a cold hearted romance anti. It just seemed like the guy was too focused on his studies to even meet women who he liked. He settled.

A liar is what you’d be if you didn’t acknowledge your daydreams about Zeke. Sure, you had thought about him in a romantic way before, but you knew he wasn’t very keen on relationships. It was just a silly little thought. In your life, there were many firsts that still had not yet to be encountered. A real relationship was a foreign thing to you, and when you looked at Zeke, sometimes on an off day, you imagined the firsts with him.

Your daydream would be crushed when you’d remember it probably wouldn’t mean as much to him. He’s had casual relationships, friends with benefits. That didn’t necessarily bother you, in truth it wasn’t your business, but knowing that to him it wouldn't mean as much, it felt icky.

So then you’d bury it. If you didn’t think about it, it would go away. Zeke was a man of many talents. And fucking you up in the head was one of them.

He was focused on school and he only valued relationships as a destresser from his hard work at university. Zeke was your friend anyways, it shouldn’t matter. But Zeke was already in your life, cementing his influence into your heart, your heavy heart.

The worst part is, it wasn’t even that deep. You guys had only ever flirted very briefly, only ever jokes, it was something to wave off. Zeke didn’t mean it, whatsoever, he just liked making light of your study sessions. Yet, you still were engulfed overtime, it didn’t matter. You had mistakenly fallen for his charm, but you’d never show that.

It was so bad for you, wasn’t it?

“Hey, (Y/N), are you coming to Erens tonight?” Sasha yelled at you from her room, digging through her clothes for a suitable outfit, though you knew she’d end up picking up some stuff off the floor and calling it a day.

Mikasa walked into the hall and sighed, “She’s avoiding him.” You hated her directness, she was too smart to hide feelings from. At this point, at least your closest friends knew about your situationship with Zeke.

They’d started to tease you about Zeke now, as your relationship had become a friendship and shifted away from strict education. All the times Zeke would insist on sitting next to you at get togethers, how he’d inch himself closer and closer to you every minute, how he’d lean down to talk to you, whispering in your ear sly comments.

It was apparent to your friends how strung up you were over this guy. He meant a lot, he was really the first guy that you liked that really made your heart flutter. They’d laugh at you, when you’d perk up at just the word of his name, how you’d carefully implore Eren if he’d be present at a function, how at home you’d be glued to your phone screen when texting him.

At first, it was cute.

But now you feel a little hopeless. Zeke wasn’t one to just settle down with a girl. What made you think he’d decide to choose you? Sure, he made you feel special, but who's to say he didn’t make every girl feel special? Who’s to say that this was all because Zeke was bored?

You fought yourself on that a lot, and you hated that you couldn’t let yourself be happy. “(Y/N), if something sparks between you guys and you end up dating then you do, if you don’t, you don’t.” Sasha shrugged, not seeing how ground-breaking the situation was really for you. Her eyes mindlessly wandered Mikasa's room, searching for any object to ‘borrow’ from the raven haired girl.

“I know, it’s just I feel like I have to be extra paranoid with Zeke.” Slouching further into the fuzzy chair Mikasa had placed at her desk, you let Mikasa continue to fiddle with your hair, she insisted on at least putting some product in before you guys went out. “Like he probably knows I like him, but I really don’t think he cares.”

“He cares.” Mikasa simply reassured, whipping your head around, “Eren says he asks about you often.”

“He just cares because he knows me and Eren are friends” You countered, shaking Mikasa off and standing up from the chair, you sighed looking at yourself in the mirror. You still battled with yourself, you were confident in your looks to a degree, you never really cared how you presented to others as long as you looked reasonable, and not trashy. But now, you feel like you have to look your best everywhere, even to the simplest grocery trips, in the fear you’d run into that blonde bastard.

“Or,” Sasha stood up carefully, approaching you like a wounded animal, “Maybe you really caught his interest. I’m not saying he’s like a changed man, but you’re something special. I wouldn’t doubt he’s interested in more than a quick fuck, y’know.” She shrugged and patted your back, “Now come on, Romeo is waiting.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, following Sasha out the door, not before stopping briefly, “She might not be wrong. I’m not saying he’s perfect - he’s far from it. Trust yourself for once, you know how you really feel.” With that your two closest friends left you for your thoughts.

Zeke Jaeger was a player. He was a man of many tricks and talents. He was smart, very smart, and knew how to play his cards better than anyone else in his circle. At this point, Zeke was most likely perceptive enough to know you were falling for his bare minimum bullshit, and you often wondered what he thought of you because of that. You were not weak, you were not going to melt at his touch and beg for his hand in marriage.

You just wanted to be seen. To be held. Is that much to ask? It sure felt like it. It felt like you were obsessed over nothing.

It was Friday, your day was halfway over, you had just walked out of one of your afternoon lectures with Connie when both of your phones simultaneously buzzed. It was infuriating to have to pause in the bitter winter to fish your phone out of your jacket as you shivered. Connie yakked about the weather as you waved him off to read the message. It was a text to the group chat from Eren, ‘Everyone at my place tn, 6? I got the goods, bring anything you want too lol’

Of course, you were no stranger to what scene would behold you once you made it to Erens place. You’d all get cross-faded, you’d all goof off, and you’d all finally be able to relax after weeks of being tense and noses deep in studies.

Connie smiled at the offer from Eren, shoving his hands in his pockets, “So are you gonna go?”

Sighing, you continued walking, doing the same with your freezing hands, Connie caught up with you, still hanging for an answer. “I mean, yeah, why wouldn't I?”

Connie shrugged, “I dunno, you seem, like detached. I didn’t know if you wanted to go. You never seem up to it anymore.” Connie was never usually a serious guy, but he was damn perceptive. But maybe he never even realized it sometimes.

“Uh, no, I’m fine. Just been actually focusing on school for once, y’know.” Mumbling, you shrugged back, keeping pace with your friend.

“Right. Okay. Yeah.” He huffed, “I just, I dunno, we’re worried.”

You lagged for a brief moment, “We?”

Connie sighed, he just grabbed your arm and dragged you along, “It’s too cold for this conversation. But, yes, everyone can tell, you’re not the same as you used to be. You seem, I dunno, drained? We worry, we’re your friends.”

“Seasonal depression I guess? I don’t know, I’m working on it.”

“I know,” He spoke softly, a first for the loud Connie, “just remember you have people in your corner.”

And so you did remember. Normally, you would never recommend doing what you did that night, you’d never recommend taking a chance on something you had such hesitation for, especially when all the signs pointed towards disaster. But as the drinks sloshed down your throat, burning feeling combating with the heaviness of the joint you had just shared with him, this get together was going well. You were going to take a chance, for fun, but it started with anxiety.

Sasha, Mikasa and yourself had arrived at Eren's on time, so had everyone else - everyone but Zeke. Of course, he had to make a dramatic entrance, make your heart race, waiting and waiting for his arrival. The drinks flowed, you allowed yourself to get tipsy and mildly high, enough to function, but enough to take the edge off.

All of you sat in the living room talking about school, work and other rather mundane topics. The front door handle jiggled for a brief moment and clicked open, your head snapped towards it, heart practically bleeding out of your chest.

It was Zeke.

Maybe the alcohol was a bad idea. Your face drained of color - God, you actually thought you were going to make a move on Zeke - how could you when you’re practically on the verge of vomiting at his mere presence. Could you really go up to him and exclaim, ‘Hey Zeke I have feelings for you and want this to be more!!’

Could you? Did the alcohol and weed loosen you up or create a ball of nervousness. Instantly once the door cracked open, you shifted to turn away from it. You’d pay no mind to him, you were crazy, he could have any girl. Why you?

Zeke pushed through. You ignore it.

Zeke called out to everyone, saying Hi and sitting his stuff down. You ignore it.

Zeke sits down next to you, so close. You ignore it.

Zeke stares at you, you can feel it. You ignore it.

He does the same.

“Hey, everything good?” Eren walked into the kitchen, popping the fridge open and grabbing a few waters. You sat on the counter, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, casually sipping your wine. A little while ago you had wandered in here, everyone had been having their own conversations and you couldn’t bother to join.

“Yeah, just a little out of it.” Eren sighed at your response, nodding slightly, as he walked by, he squeezed you on the shoulder. That was all he did, you were left alone to your devices, that is of course until Zeke walked in. You swear, if Eren made him come in here -

“So, are you just gonna ignore me the entire night?” The blonde questioned, grabbing the wine bottle next to you and filling up his cup. Your eyes scanned him, you hated his sly looks. He positioned himself standing between your legs, he stared back, sipping his drink.

“I thought you didn’t drink wine, Zeke.” You spoke back, simply. Zeke sighed, his eyes grew soft, looking down at his cup, already halfway empty.

“I thought you liked me, (Y/N).” Zeke didn’t look at you. Though, you’re glad he didn’t.

What did this mean? Your heart was racing. Of course, obviously you like him, not just romantically, but also as a good friend. Despite his antics and sly comments, he made a good friend; highly logical, great to bounce ideas off of, to go to for advice, he was always willing to help with any school related things, overall was very reliable.

“I do like you, Zeke.” You’re sure both of you were too drunk to be having this conversation, he was so close to you, he smelled like weed and whiskey. His eyes wandered your body, not bothering to make real eye contact.

“Sure, but you’re usually all over me. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Maybe you would be honest. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt.

“The problem is the fact that I like you, too much I think.” Your cheeks were burning, the alcohol is not helping, your eyes looked anywhere but his face. You felt like a schoolgirl.

Zeke slowly nodded, taking another sip of his drink. He scanned your face, probably reading your mind. “That’s the issue?”

“Well, if I’m gonna be honest, I have feelings for you. But that- we wouldn’t work out.” Sighing, you took a deep breath, deciding that this was your moment. Just be honest with him, sure he’s an asshole and that won’t change, but maybe a heart to heart would work out.

“Why wouldn’t we work out?” Zeke questioned, brows furrowed. He abandoned the cup on the counter, shifting closer to you. Each arm was leaning by your sides, caging you in.

“Listen, No offense but you don’t get serious about relationships, and I do, like I can't hook up, I get too attached. I just didn’t wanna keep doing this ‘will they won’t they’ thing where we flirt everyday, it’s bothering me. I was gonna talk to you about it earlier but I chickened out.” Your head had dropped at this point, you refused to look him in the eyes, how could you? The air was thick with tension, the subtle sounds of the rest of your druk/high friends loudly chatting in the other room filled the silence between you too.

Zeke was thinking, you could tell. He was deep in thought, processing what you had just told him, he backed up from you ever so slightly. What was there to say to that? Honestly, it was a shocking thing to blurt out at a party.

Zeke sighed, “I see your point.”

“...Yeah…. Is that all you have to say?” Your mind raced, honestly what did you expect?

His hands waved in your face, chuckling, “Let me finish. I understand, and honestly, yeah, I’m not usually committed to people, I’m focused on school and my career. However, I will say I do quite enjoy being around you, more than I enjoy being around most people.”

A smile slipped on your face, “Yeah.”

“However,” He took a moment, you could practically see the cogs turning in his mind, he was being careful with his words, “I do enjoy this, us, I enjoy us a lot. I’ll be honest, I really wanted our relationship to be strictly ‘I help you study’, but I found myself thinking about you often. We connected really well, and I appreciate you.”

Your smile had crept onto him too, so contagious. “You’re joking, Zeke.”

“I’m not, if I wasn’t however many drinks in, I probably wouldn’t be admitting this shit. But it’s true, I think we work well with each other, you’ve been a breather. I’d like to see how this - ” He gestures between you two, ”- goes.”

He was offering a relationship to you, to take this joke flirting further. How can you take his word, though? “Do you mean it, though? Zeke, you’re not just saying this are you?” Pulling Zeke in by his shirt, he was merely centimeters away from your face. The warmth of his body engulfed you.

“I’d like to try for you.” His eyes wandered your face, finding a focal point on your lips.

Smiling, you nodded leaning into him, kissing him, hungrily. Breaking for air, you whispered, “Okay. Then let’s try.”

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