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feeding my eren simp requirements for the week

hi PLEASE i neee stoner eren amd stoner reader😩

high off of you - eren j x reader;

in which your roommate drags you to a smoke session, and it might’ve been the best decision of your life.

cw; choking, lowkey breeding kink ish, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, drugs (weed)

8k words | nsfw | modern au

content.

content is how you were feeling.

you had just gotten done with your shower, your covers were finally draped over your almost bare legs, your laptop was sat in your lap and you had put your hair up to get it out of the way. you were relaxed, you were calm, and you had decided you were gonna finish off your night with an episode of your favorite show, no matter how many times you had saw it.

"c'mon, we're going to get high."

your peaceful vibe was interrupted, and in the most abrupt manner your roommate could muster; he swung the door open not even bothering to knock, leaned against the doorframe and let his eyes survey your slightly mess room before landing on you and giving you the most goofy grin.

"connie, what the fuck?" you frowned and went to pause your show only to realize you hadn't even started it. with a sigh you looked back up at connie with clear irritation written across your face.

"what? don't you want to get high?"

"i just got out of the shower, i'm in bed now," you moved your laptop and threw the covers off of your legs and pointed to your shorts. "i have pajamas on and i was about to watch my show, no i don't want to get high right now." wasn't that the obvious? you couldn't lie, the offer was tempting since you weren't the one paying, and it gave you the opportunity to see your friends again, but the getting ready process had made you shove the offer down.

as if on cue connie seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to get cute or anything. it's literally just our regular smoke circle. just throw on a jacket and let's go."

you groaned and leaned your head back letting your arm drape over your eyes. "didn't we just come from sasha's house earlier this week? who the hell is supplying y'all this fast?" you tried to come up with an excuse to stay home, but connie was clearly one step ahead of you.

"it's not sasha's house it's eren's." the stupid sly grin on his face appeared and he leaned further into your room already knowing he had you trapped. he knew, much like the rest of the friend group about the undying tension between you and eren, but nobody could pinpoint exactly what it was. it wasn't that the two of you necessarily liked each other but you were... friendlier than friendly best friends. eren and you would flirt with each other more often than not and were very hands on. not to mention how excited you'd get when you got to see him, and vice versa.

connie didn't even give you the chance to respond to that comment, your answer was evident just by the way your attention spiked at the mention of eren's name, and the way your body stiffened in the slightest. he shut the door to wait for you and couldn't help but laugh at your feeble attempt of getting out of a session with your circle.

you lost, and you were slightly upset. any other words in your defense were stuck down your throat, and connie was already long down the hall. the only thing you were able to mention was a loud, "and knock next time, dumbass!" before you did as he said, grabbing your jacket and slipping out the door with connie.

that's how you handed up where you were now, at eren's shared apartment with mikasa and armin, although mikasa's car was missing from the parking lot.

"i love the outfit. it's giving me very much... hobo." connie looked you up and down stifling a laugh while the two of you waited at the door after the first ring.

you followed his eyes looking yourself up and down as well. you did look a little silly, black crew socks with crocs over top. you didn't even take it upon yourself to zip up your jacket all the way, the black fabric draping off your shoulder on one side revealing your shoulder only adorned by a single white strap to your cropped tank top. of course the jacket was a little big, covering your sleep shorts slightly. you weren't even sure if the jacket was yours.

"shut the fuck up." you kicked connie with your croc and he hissed, grabbing his shin before being a fool and hopping towards the door some more, spamming the doorbell.

"help! i'm getting abused!" and in that moment you wondered how you managed to share an apartment with the clown.

connie's ringing only stopped when the door flew open, sasha's figure standing there with a small smile. "hey!" her tone was cheery and loud as she grabbed connie's hand pulling him into a dramatic hug before reaching a hand out to you and pulling you into one too. "i missed you guys!"

"sasha we saw you earlier this week." you forced yourself out of her grip with an apologetic smile just in case your gesture came off as rude. connie nodded in agreement and stepped aside already heading towards eren's room. i mean seriously, wouldn't it have made more sense for you not to come if he was that eager to smoke? they could've had more rounds!

"that doesn't mean i couldn't miss you." her hand embraced yours once more and she slammed the door shut, locking it and leading you to the door opened ajar on the other end of the hallway, of course eren's as he always had those red led lights bleeding from underneath the doorway. "connie told me you didn't want to come also, so this is a surprise."

you rolled your eyes. "so he knew i didn't want to come and still asked?"

"well it was worth a shot; and look where it landed you, you're about to be faded." and she wasn't wrong. she finally let go of your hand and opened the door, the bright LEDS hitting you straight on making you squint for a second before your eyes surveyed the room. jean was already chatting with connie on the futon while eren was sat on his bed with a tray in his lap, rolling the blunt.

what you didn't see was the glance he gave you when you first started scanning the room, immediately trying to look focused on rolling the blunt while attempting to hide his boyish grin. you likewise, you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop from smiling at the sight of the pretty boy; his brown locks pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail, and the hairs in the back of his head skimming the black top he wore.

"so she actually came?" jean voiced looking over to you and making his way over to you from his position on the futon to embrace you in a side hug.

"jean boy," you used his nickname to mock him before returning his hug causing him to grimace at you and pull his arm back. you started to laugh and rolled your eyes at his dramatic actions once more. "yes, yes i did come."

"doesn't she look stupid?" connie looked up from his phone at you and jean giggling under his breath. jean took in your appearance and tried not to laugh, a small smirk on his face that was wiped off when you slapped his chest then flipped connie off.

"shut your bald ass up, connie." you retorted.

"i'm growing hair, i keep telling you that!" and the whole room burst into laughter, sasha doubling over because there still wasn't a trace of growth on his head.

"connie, you have no room to talk you are actually stupid." sasha added before going over to sit with the boy after grabbing a bag of chips from the desk next to the open door.

you shut the door behind you and continued to stand awkwardly until eren spoke, "you're laughing but as soon as she takes that jacket off you're gonna try to jump on her, kirchstein." he said with a raise of his eyebrow before letting his eyes wander over your frame.

now you were really trying to hide your smile, and you cursed the seventeen muscles in your mouth when one graced your face anyways. "eren," you dragged out his name walking over to him on his bed before plopping yourself down and resting your head on his shoulder. "get me away from these idiots." you faked a sigh before eren chuckled and gave you a side hug much like jean’s before continuing to roll his blunt.

"damn jaeger, you were so quiet i forgot you were here." connie said, not looking up from his phone that sasha peered over as well.

"and stop making slick jokes and hurry up with the blunt." jean huffed scooting off the futon and resting his head on his palm. "i'm tryna smoke."

you watched eren look down at jean with a negative expression before continuing to roll, and you watched intently loving the way he looked while he did it. the way he let his tongue slide over the gutted blunt was enticing and you looked from your position on his shoulder.

he let his eyes drift over to you without moving his head and then he placed the blunt on the tray grabbing the grinder and holding it out in front of you. "you wanna grind it for me?" he asked with a small smile and it caught you off guard. you took a minute to process what he said before you grabbed the grinder and let it come apart in two.

"i mean, i guess." he slid the tray over to your lap and did that chuckle again.

"do you even know how? i bet you've always had someone roll for you, huh?"

you couldn't help but break out into another smile, this one out of slight embarrassment before you bumped his shoulder playfully and setting down the grinder on the tray. "bye... i've only rolled once."

"she doesn't know how, and plus just earlier she asked me who our supplier was. even sasha knows that!" connie looked over and you met his eyes with a glare, a deadpanned expression crossing your face and the group broke into laughter again besides you.

"connie i'm gonna fuck you up." you muttered. your mood shifted once more though when eren began placing the weed into the grinder and closed the lid handing it to you.

"work some magic, babe." you were really trying not to show how excited you were, butterflies flapping their wings and flapping them hard in your stomach, especially at the nickname. you began twisting the small container and eren's calloused hands stopped yours from grinding too much. "that's good, that's good." he took it from your hands then pulled the tray over. "i got it from here."

"yeah cause she's gonna fuck it up." jean laughed and connie joined in his eccentric laugh filling the air as well causing you to groan.

"can y'all shut up? damn. you can't roll either jean."

ooohh's from connie and sasha bounced around the room and jean looked up at you amusement dancing in his eyes. "better than you."

"at least i look good while doing it." you sassed playfully while moving invisible hair behind you ear. you could've sworn eren nodded his head from next to you, and those dumb butterflies in your stomach began moving again.

"got that right." jean snapped back just as quick a flirtatious tone to his voice that caught you off guard and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor. eren looked up for a split second before glancing at you again, his eyebrows furrowed in... confusion maybe?

"weren't you just making fun of me earlier?"

"chill, we were just playing around, girl." jean responded with a shit eating grin before forming a heart with his hand and pouting at you.

"you better stop for eren gets on your ass, you know that's his girl." connie scrunched up his nose then looks towards you and eren for a reaction that he succeeded in getting. both you and eren looking up at him; eren's eyes holding more of a curious stare and yours more threatening. eren continued sealing the blunt soon after seemingly unfazed by connie's comment.

sasha gasped and widened her eyes at you. "stop! you know they don't date." she winked at you and wiggled her eyebrows and you pretended not to see her.

"yeah, they don't even date." jean added on, wondering how the conversation flipped from you to your relationship with eren so fast. it was annoying to him in the least, the group constantly commented on how you and eren should just get together and were clearly not just best friends, but the two of you seemed to haven't taken action yet.

"might as well." connie shrugged his shoulder. "anyways, jaeger finished rolling, let's get high." connie sat up, sasha lifting her head off of his arm as he did so and clasped her hands clearly ready to hit the blunt much like everyone else.

"you want the first hit?" eren rolled the blunt between his fingertips while letting the flame singe the end looking at you with those jaded green eyes, flecks of blue dashing across them in a way that made your heart melt.

"she gets the first hit too?" connie exclaimed staring at you and eren with a bored look on his face.

"who rolled the blunt?" eren asked raising an eyebrow at connie before letting his tongue run over his bottom lip and lifting the blunt from the lighter to watch the smoke float into the air, and ugh did he look good. when connie didn't answer he answered for him, "i rolled it, i choose who goes first."

"plus shes low key a newbie, this is what? her third session with us?" sasha chimed in grabbing the pillow that connie was laying on previous and rolling onto her stomach on the floor in front of the futon.

you pursed your lips before grabbing the blunt from eren, not even noticing that his arm was placed behind you until he rubbed your side in slight encouragement, his warm smile aimed at you. you put the brown wrap to your lips and inhaled the smoke, the gas irritating your airway causing you to let out a cough you tried to hold back.

eren began to laugh at you as you broke out into a fit of coughs, your throat attempting to clear up for you, and the worse the coughs got the more of your friends started to laugh, the only thing you could do was stick your middle finger up while sasha crawled to the same desk near the door to grab you her water bottle.

"i'm crying!" sasha laughed as she rolled the bottle over to the foot of eren's bed. eren's laughs died down too after he hit the blunt and then bending down to pick it up for you, untwisting the cap and passing the drug towards connie.

"woah, chill." he said before blowing the smoke from his mouth in your face causing you to suppress more coughs and fan it away. he tilted the water bottle to your lips and you let it swim down your throat, relishing in the sweet gesture from the boy next to you.

"eren," you mumbled his name taking the water bottle from his hand. you didn't get time to finish your sentence before his door opened revealing armin standing there in his pajama pants and sweatshirt.

all gazes turned towards him as he scanned eren's room growing accustomed to the new faces and scenery. "hi." he mumbled rubbing his eyes. "when did you guys get here?"

"did you just wake up?" eren asked slight concern lacing his face.

"yeah... i heard laughing. don't forget we share a wall." armin gestured towards the wall in which eren's futon laid against.

"i didn't even know you were here. i didn't see mikasa's car so i thought both of y'all just dipped." connie passed the blunt to sasha and fanned the air of the smoke letting the rest disperse after speaking.

"mikasa is at the library. she can't stand the smell of smoke and how loud you all are. i don't blame her." armin chuckled before walking over towards sasha who hit the blunt and gave it to armin's outstretched hand.

"armin you smoke?" you couldn't help but ask, the last two smoke sessions you went to with connie, armin wasn't there. as a matter of fact you never saw much of him because he excelled above you by some and the two of you didn't share any classes, yet you definitely knew him through eren.

"everybody hear smokes except for you." sasha said hoping her words would coerce you to come to join the smoke circle more indefinitely, not just pass by a few times here and there.

armin let the smoke inhale his lungs then removed the blunt from his soft lips. "i smoke with eren sometimes. not usually with all of you guys but... sometimes?" his response came more like a question than an answer as he bent down to give the blunt to jean.

"let armin hit it a couple times." eren used his head to motion the blunt in jean's hand to armin and armin nodded in agreement.

"yeah, i'm about to go back to my room anyways." armin took the blunt back holding it between his lips while leaning against the doorframe.

"why aren't you staying?" sasha pondered sitting up and cradling her pillow to her chest. armin took one last hit then walked over passing it to you which you accepted with a kind nod.

"i should be studying with mikasa but i fell asleep. i have a test tomorrow, eren does too."

"so eren's here getting high and he has a test tomorrow?" you give eren a playful disappointed glance that lasted a little longer than it should've. he met your eyes and then let his drop down to your lips before breaking out into a smile and leaning forward, burying his head into your neck. his chain dangled almost touching your lap and you felt the strands of his hair brush against your chin causing you to twitch at the tickling feel while inhaling the smoke from the blunt. when your hand dropped down to your lap he replaced your hand with his and put the wrap in his mouth while nuzzling into you.

"mikasa made me study with her for like a week straight, i'll be fine." he whined. you let a sigh leave you and found yourself stroking the hair on eren's nape while fiddling with the clasp of his gold chain adorning his neck. the smell of his cologne was mixing in with the weed, but yet that woody pine still overpowered the plant and you couldn't help but rest your head on top of his in efforts to get closer to the source of the fragrance.

"i still don't understand why the two of you haven't gotten together." armin announced eyes flickering back and forth between you and his roommate.

sasha flailed her arms out and her expression was relieved, although her eyes went wide and her eyebrows went up, "that's what i been trying to say! they already act like they date." armin nodded his head agreeing with her.

"we don't like each other, we're just friends i don't know why you all say that." you said a little too quickly, eren pulling away from your neck finally and giving you a once-over. you missed the warmth he brought but then turned your head back towards armin.

"yeah, yeah." he giggled rolling his eyes. "okay well goodnight." eren stood up and passed the blunt to armin who took one last hit then handed it back to sasha, then the rest of the room murmured a goodnight to the blonde relaxing in silence for a minute after his leave.

eren took it upon himself to scoot back on his bed until his back was hitting the wall once he sat back down, using his hand to beckon you to follow him. "c'mere." and you obliged until you were next to him, shoulders touching.

jean looked over to connie and sasha, connie still scrolling through his phone aimlessly giggling at his home screen for whatever reason and sasha looking up at the ceiling on her back now, bag of chips on top of her stomach as she got lost in her thoughts.

"remember when we used to like each other?" jean took it upon himself to abruptly reminisce on the past in the presence of his friends. he took a hit of the blunt thats length was beginning to falter, it on the verge of becoming a roach. he leaned over and passed it on to you, eyes trained on yours, completely ignoring eren's gaze

you furrowed yourself eyebrows trying to recall the time once you figured jean was talking to you, his stare telling, which you actually could. "...oh yeah, last year. i guess i did."

eren pulled one of your legs overtop of his and let his hand settle onto your thigh.

sasha's head perked up at the sudden conversation. "oh my gosh... you did like jean for a little bit. you used to gush over him-"

"sasha! i know, i know, but that was last year."

"i wonder why we didn't get together if we both liked each other, hm." jean looked upwards and tapped his chin in almost a mocking manner. "we used to hang out a lot actually now that i think about it, me, you, sasha and connie."

connie let out another burst of laughter and let his phone to drop to his chest. "yeah, remember that one time we got kicked out of the library because sasha got caught eating like four times and she wouldn't stop after that lady told her to?"

you chortled and sasha's mouth dropped open. "i don't even remember that, i thought you got kicked out because you wouldn't stop fucking laughing and that same lady told you to shut up like seven times!" and more laughter erupted from the ones who were there that day.

you passed the blunt to eren for the umpteenth time watching him take a quick drag then beckon to sasha to grab it as he didn't want to get up. "you both got kicked out, those were two different days." you shook your head at your friends antics and looked up at eren. "they're so dumb."

eren returned your stare and only then did you notice the way his eyes were half lidded, you were sure red was rimming them even though you couldn't really tell because of the red emitting from the lights in the room. he squinted at you and scrunched up his nose. "you look high." he ignored your last sentence wanting to stray away from the conversation he was barely apart of.

"i am high, stupid."

a small 'hmph' came from the back of his throat and it happened again, his eyes dropping to your lips causing him to lick his before he brought those same eyes back up to yours. you could've kept getting lost in them if you didn't jolt at the sound of jean clearing his throat and holding the blunt out to you.

you leaned over to grab it once more. "careful, it's a roach. don't burn yourself." he warned you, so you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb and started to put it up to your lips but eren grabbed your wrist.

"wanna try something?" he asked you, plucking the faltering blunt from your hands and using the lighter beside him to fire it up a bit more. "wanna shotgun it?"

you had to trace back where you hear those words again... like a shotgun when you get to sit in the passengers seat? no, that wasn't it... you couldn't recall, but by the way sasha widened her eyes for the several time that night, the way connie's mouth dropped into an 'O', and the way jean's features were exasperated, him looking down to the bright light of his screen, you could only wonder eren's intentions.

he didn't even wait for a response from you, pulling through with his actions anyways. "inhale slowly, okay?" he inhaled as much smoke from the blunt storing it in his cheeks, the skin expanding from the inside and then leaned over his face mere inches from yours. he grabbed your chin with his fingers and you opened your mouth slightly watching as he opened his and let the smoke pour out of his tinted lips. you followed his instructions; inhaling very slowly hoping the moment could last a little longer, both of you staring at the transition of the smoke from one mouth to the other.

eren glanced to the side for a second to see if the others were watching, mainly searching for one pair of eyes. you saw his upper lip curl upwards slightly and you inched forward a little more subconsciously. eren watched the smoke grow thinner and felt the way your hands grabbed at his shirt tightly. he watched your eyes flutter and felt your noses brush together.

eren watched both of you lean in a little more until your lips brushed and came together, and felt the fireworks go off in both of your bodies, electric like sparks getting sent through his.

he ignored the gasps and groans of your friends and instead focused on the gasp that left your lips when they first connected with his, and the groan you elicited from him, lips meeting so fervently. he couldn't admit it until today but he wanted your lips on his so bad, your body on his so bad. he was so infatuated with you and the two of you being around each other majority of the time didn't help. he could only reminisce in the little touches and flirtatious gestures you passed back and forth on a regular day and use that to fuel his thoughts at night.

"eren," you mumbled against his lips your voice coming out like a whimper that went straight to his dick, causing him to wrap his arms around your body and pull you into his lap letting your legs swing over either side of him. eren didn't forget about the guests in the room, and as much as wanted to put on a little show in spite of jean, he pointed towards the door snapping his fingers twice.

"five dollars that they fuck?" sasha nudged connie's shoulder as they stood up and walked towards the door while she rolled up her chip bag bringing it with her. jean's figure was already halfway out the door, slamming it hard and making his way to the living room with the other two following.

"hell no, you're gonna owe me five dollars instead. i'm betting that they fuck."

"no, cause you know they're going to that's why i said the bet first, peanut head." sasha stuck her tongue out at connie and he shoved her out the door closing it softer than jean.

he kisses you even harder just basking in the feeling of your smooth lips against his slightly chapped ones, lips working in synchronization like they were made for each other and he felt so needy. his hands roamed your hips and waist, going underneath the jacket now hanging off your shoulders and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. your skin was so hot underneath his hand, just like the air surrounding the two of you.

you ground down into his lap and he hissed stilling your hips at the feeling, his mouth dropping into a circular shape, his eyebrows pointing up until a sigh left his lips once yours disconnected from his. you studied his face; his eyebrows scrunched up in lust and his lips parted slightly already missing the feeling of your lips. his nails dug into your hips as if you would run for whatever reason.

"_____... fuck." his tone was low and light and he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, his skin warm on yours. "you're so pretty,"

your face grew hotter than it already was and you leaned your forehead against his while your arms draped around his neck. "thank you,"

"i want you."

you closed your eyes and relished in his grip that became impossibly tight on your hips. "i want you too-"

"i wanna fuck you... i wanna feel you." eren's eyes fluttered shut as well, his forehead moving from yours to the crevice of your neck, planting his lips and nibbling on the thin skin. your breath hitched and your hold on his neck tightened. "i wanna have you."

"i'm right here, eren."

he held back a moan at how gentle and soft your voice was when you said those words, but you caught on and wanted to actually get one out of him. you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted him to shudder because of you, and you wanted your name to leave his lips like a song; but he wanted the same from you.

he was high, and high, and high off of you.

"lay down."

eren obliged with a smug smile, turning himself to the side while steadying you on his lap until his head hit the pillow, his flyaways bouncing to the sides of his face. "c'mere." just like earlier you listened to his words and leaned down so he could press his full lips against yours. his hands cradled either side of your face as you rutted your hips against him and swallowed his groans. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and his teeth pulled at it as well until you gave him entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of your tongues colliding and dancing around each other even though both of your mouths were somewhat dry from the earlier smoke session, it still felt all good.

you felt fuzzy and your body felt like it was melting into his. when you pulled back for air eren gave you that same smile he gave you earlier, and you moved your kisses down his neck. once you reached the crevice between his shoulder and neck you moved his chain aside and licked at the spot, the feeling of your warm tongue against the shy skin causing eren to hold you a little tighter. you nibbled at the pretty skin and wondered if the mark you proceeded to leave would even be visible under the gleaming red lights.

"i don't know why you're trying to give me a hickey, they already know we're fucking." eren taunted letting his hands travel up your spine until they reached your neck, smoothing his fingers over it. you bit down on the mark as a way to punish eren for his comment then kissed it, finally pulling back.

"shut up."

eren let out a low laugh, and his low eyes raked over your figure with his lip trapped between his teeth. "when did you get my jacket?" he raised and eyebrow and began to remove the fabric that was resting at your elbows after unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal your top.

oh, so it was his jacket. you let out a laugh at your idiocy; you knew it was a couple sizes too big. "you look cute in it, but i want to see you now." he threw the fabric off of his bed and let his warm hands travel up until they cupped your breasts, your back arching in the least. his thumbs ran over your nipples, the feeling making you clench on top of eren. "like this," he pulled them hem of the white top up until you lifted your arms, now only left in your shorts and socks. he didn't even question the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. "shit..." he pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple and you let the tingling feeling go down your spine until he popped off. eren begins to remove his shirt swiftly throwing it somewhere near his jacket.

you make work of your position on top of eren, scooting down on his legs and pecking his chest, abs, then v-line until your head was leveled with his dick. he stared down at you with a look of sultry while your hands worked to pull down his sweatpants. his hips lifted to help you out and you palmed at him with your hand watching him throw his head back when such a simple gesture relieved some of the tension he was feeling.

your mouth connected with his dick through the fabric, feeling for his tip that rested on his thigh and smirking against it when he hissed, hand flying to your ponytail that you threw up earlier that evening. "fuck, don't tease me like that baby."

"i wanna take my time with you." a pout formed on your face and your hands made their way to his waistband, the elastic material detailed with 'calvin klein' circling his hips.

eren's hands grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him before you could pull down his boxers. "and i want to fuck you... make you feel good."

your stomach twisted and even though you were just trying to do the same you couldn't help but rush pulling down the brunette's briefs until his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, your pussy squeezing around nothing at the view. his tip red and leaking and you knew that it'd be heavy on your tongue.

"eren..." he watched the way you eyed his aching dick, and he took it in his hands rubbing himself up and down with his hand while basking in your expression.

"hm?" you didn't even know what you wanted to say, you were just mesmerized and wasted no time prying his hands away to replace them with your own. your nimble fingertips ran over his tip to gather his precum and slide it over his length and he twitched, no, his dick twitched, and his fists clenched in anticipation for your hot mouth on him.

he decided to be courageous, to look down and try to watch you without spilling over himself too fast, i mean could you blame him if he did? your hands, the feeling of you over him, the way you would feel around him... he'd had wanted this forever and now it was in front of him.

in a way, he wanted to ruin you, not let this moment go in fear it wouldn't happen again.

so you finally attached your lips to his throbbing member, and he sucked in a breath hand trying to choose between flying to your head or to keep his hands to his self for now, but he chose the former his fist keeping a grip on your locks while you began to bob your head up and down. small sounds of pleasure left him and his eyes closed again, him trying to focus on not fucking your pretty throat so early in. he just wanted you and him to be one in every sense for as long as possible.

a mantra of 'yes,' and 'fuck,' left eren's mouth while your worked around him slicking him up and drawing lines up and down his cock with your tongue watching his reactions for a particular sensitive spot he might have; and you found it.

you went back up to his tip kissing it gently before letting the heat of your tongue slide down a vein on the side of his dick. "_____," eren moaned lifting his hips although he wasn't engulfed in your mouth. "i need it, shit, i need your mouth."

you giggled and placed his heavy dick back where he liked it for now. you felt it brush against your throat and you wondered if you could go any farther, sucking fervently and coming back up to spit on his head, adding more slick to him. when you went back down eren couldn't help it, he had felt when his tip touched your throat earlier and he most definitely wanted to feel that again.

his grip on your hair tightened when your swollen lips were wrapped around him again. he pushed your head down a little bit causing your hands to put more pressure on his thighs. eren opened his eyes to stare at you again, your mouth stretched out so lewdly over his cock, saliva starting to slide down his length from your mouth and your eyes shut as you tried to focusing on breathing. this only encouraged him further.

"i know you can take more, c'mon, go a little further." he said in a tone near a whisper while he lift his hips up more so that he could feel that ridge of your throat and hear another gag.

you pushed yourself, letting him take more control and then he felt it again; "mhm, right there baby, right there." he moaned when you whimpered, groaned and gagged, but this only pushed his animalistic fervor and he tried to push you down more but you lifted your head to catch your breath. "fuck, that feels amazing, angel."

you let the praise run over your body and went back down on him seeing how far you could go without his extra nudge then focused some more attention on his tip.

eren could feel the curdle in his lower abdomen but he tried his best to ignore it, letting your work him more. he let you swirl your tongue around him and pepper kisses down his length. he watched you try to deep throat him again and watched the tears spring from your eyes before you came back up, and all of this built up further until he tumbled over the edge spilling white heat into your mouth with a shout.

you were satisfied.

aching for him? yes, but satisfied at your job.

eren's thigh twitched and his eyes screwed shut as you didn't remove yourself from his length yet, cupping his balls and paying attention to his tip, overstimulating him, watching him shudder and gasp under you like you wanted. his dick hardened again while he contemplated whether to remove you from his length or let the over sensitivity go until he had no choice but to stop, and once again he picked the prior. "_____, please i want to be inside you now, wanna fuck you still."

you slipped off of him and crawled forward only now aware of the wet spot on your panties.

eren brought your face towards him kissing you with no hesitance despite him just being in your mouth. he pecked your lips and you smiled as he praised you. "you did so good, so good..." another peck and then his hands trailed down to the shorts you were still wearing, giving your ass a squeeze and spreading them. "but now i want to see that pretty pussy on my dick, yeah?"

you let him slide off your shorts and underwear simultaneously until your slick heat was exposed to him and to the air, feeling it brush over you before eren's hands could. your head fell to his chest feeling the cold metal of his chain underneath you, and your sore jaw parted when you felt his rough fingers gather up your wetness on them, rubbing through your slit. "eren..."

"c'mon, sit baby. we're not done yet; fuck yourself on me." he placed his lips on your the top of your head. "please?"

you picked yourself up and scoot back taking eren's dick in your hand once more. you didn't even care that he didn't have a condom, you trusted him, and you trusted the birth control you were on too.

finally you slipped down onto him and for him it felt like you were sucking him up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you. "so fucking tight... you're so wet." he groaned with his hands on your hips and yours on his chest steadying you. it had been awhile since you had been fucked and feeling so full again felt good, the stretch felt good and the slight pain subsided so quickly.

slowly, you guided yourself up and down eren's cock until you could find a good rhythm. your chest bounced above him and your ass clapped together, mixing in with the sound of your slick getting pushed in and out of you. "yeah, like that," eren hummed watching you focused, your pussy squeezing around him and you putting in the efforts to fuck yourself on him for both your pleasure.

eren's hands helped guide your body up and down him, and you leaned forward a little to add some more pressure to your clit. everything felt so good, the way he hit your cervix, the way your bud rubbed against his lower abdomen, you could definitely say this was one of the best fucks you had in a while. eren slapped your ass for encouragement before massaging the same area and relishing in your gasp.

"this feels good... and so much better when you're high." you sighed out while your face contorted in pleasure.

"or is my dick just that good?" eren joked looking up at you after your comment.

"shut it, eren.. and," you leaned forward some more. you were somewhat exhausted from riding already, thighs aching and body shivering from the pleasure. "i’m tired..." you admitted almost shamefully.

"you're tired?" he spoke in the way you would to a child while turning you around so you were on your side. his chest was against your back, the cold gold material resting between your shoulder blades and your ass snug against him. he lifted your leg and held it up while you guided him back inside of you until he was buried deep once again, this angle hitting even better.

"i got you," eren murmured against your neck while starting his pace slow. his hand trailed up to your neck and he gave it a light squeeze while pushing you further against him. he loved the way your ass bounced against his lower stomach when he started going faster, making him speed up his pace. "'m gonna fuck you so good."

you let out a slutty moan at his dirty talk, bringing a hand over to your mouth and shutting your eyes. he found that sweet spot inside of you and you couldn't help but react as well as he hit it over and over again. eren's hand on your throat went up to pull your hand off of your mouth. "don't try to hide that pretty voice, i want to hear you, i want them to hear you. get loud baby."

you were sure he felt the way you clenched around him, suffocating his dick as it slid in and out of you at a steady speed, and this time when you let out a moan you let him hear it, you were loud like he asked and tried to put your leg up even further so he could hit deeper.

"eren, fuck!" you were left pondering why you didn't think about this earlier, why you didn't listen to everybody who told you to get with eren. you could've been getting the best dick you'd gotten in years but both your stubborn, wavering feelings got in the way. "yes, oh my god, yes!" you cried out while eren bucked his hips up into you tightening his grip on your neck.

he turned your head towards him and engaged your lips again swallowing your cries and whimpers as he abused your pussy. your hand shakily made its way down to your clit to give you another push but he was quicker, dropping your leg and grabbing your wrist causing you to yelp. "eren, please."

"beg me." that same fervor from earlier returned. being edged on by your cries and shouts of his name, knowing how good he was fucking you and making you feel was such a turn on. "tell me how you want me, how you want my cum."

your breath was ragged and your leg was aching but you wanted it stretched out again where you could feel it deep. you were on the verge of tears. your hips rutted against eren for any boost, any pressure that you could get you to your high. the hand around your neck only gripped further as you didn't respond yet.

"c'mon, beg me baby."

"eren," his name came out broken, your back leaving his chest as your arched hard. "please fuck me, fuck me... please," he started to move again in the least, after all he was on the verge of cumming as well. "fuck, cum inside me, i want it, please." the sobs that left your mouth were so hot and of course he gave you what you wanted.

he fucked up into you after lifting your leg again and letting the fingers that were choking you slip into your mouth while he kissed and nibbled at your neck, speaking in between, praising you and marking you. his hand slipped from your mouth and he brought his wet fingers down to your clit rubbing for you until you toppled over the edge with a loud cry of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt gripped him like a vice over and over again as if you were trying to milk him.

"ah, fuck," the way you were squeezing around him caused him to unravel himself, white painting your walls as he filled you up with his cum, shaking himself. "_____," he heaved as the two of you tried to come down from your escapade.

your breathing was beginning to steady again but you could still feel yourself pulsing around him causing him to pull out before it became too much. "eren.." you answered back as your head relaxed against his pillow while you rested in his grip. you felt his lips against your neck again, then stopping at your shoulder blades.

you were blanking out from tiredness, only then did you realize the state you were in, hair in somewhat of a mess, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bare bodies, and marks littering your body. not to mention the cum trying to ooze out of you. you didn't even realize when eren had gotten up until he came back, wiping you clean and only assuming he did himself too. he locked his door on the way back in and slipped his boxers back on, reciprocating on you with your underwear.

you could feel the bed shift, eren crawling in bed beside you after drawing out the covers from underneath both of you and wrapping them around you and him, bringing you against him before you fell back asleep.

༄ ༄ ༄

you woke up to a hand shaking you, your eyes lazily opening.

"wake up, _____."

"eren?"

the pretty boy smiled at you and studied your features as you tried to wake up completely. you were no longer naked, or in the same position you were from last night, now wearing a plain white shirt and your underwear.

"morning, i gotta head to class soon, remember i have a test, or did i-"

"don't finish that sentence." you rolled your eyes as you sat up completely eren laughing at you. you followed his eyes, them resting on your lips like always and you took it upon yourself to lean up and kiss him, this time quite innocently, domestic almost. "sorry, morning breath, but,"

eren this time cut you off with another soft kiss, his cheeks rising from his smile as he pulled you closer to him.

you didn't want to talk it out yet, you were somewhat fine with where everything was at now, although you knew your friends and eren wouldn't want to coax a direct answer out of you sooner or later.

but you were content with the way eren kissed you just seconds ago, content with his jacket and sweats you had to wear, you were content with having to use spare bathroom products at his house, you were content with the wave armin and mikasa gave you out the door, content with the walk you and eren shared to the college, content with the last kiss he gave you before his class.

content is how you were feeling.

content.

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bertholdtbrainrot · 3 years

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look like you

summary: bertholdt needs to relax and blow off some steam (see what i did there) after such a stressful day. and what better way to do that than to take it out on you?

_warnings:** NSFW MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! ** degradation/ dirty talk/ rough sex, slight dacryphilia, pet names, impregnation/breeding/creampie (im self-indulgent pls.), bit of a size kink >.> (im self-indulgent again bye dont look at me.), face grabbing (guess why?), slight mentions of wounds/reader wounding bert, fem!reader, hard dom!berty, angry/frustrated berty?!?!?! taking it out on you?!?!?! soft bertie hours after intercourse.

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Bertholdt was always such a sweet guy. He was a gentle giant, always aware of his surroundings. Whenever he touched you, it was with a tenderness you had never known before meeting him. Every move he made was careful and calculated. he was benevolent.

Today was different. Eating in the mess hall after training, Bertholdt was silent. He didn’t smile at you when you sat down like he always did. His mouth was pulled into a tight line, eyebrows stitched together in thought, and what looked like frustration. He had a redness to his face that was different from the usual flustered blush, it was more like anger. You furrowed your brows at him, deciding to bring up later when the two of you were alone instead of in front of your comrades.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

“Bert, what’s wrong? You seemed a little off today... I’m worried about y-”

You started, after the both of you had made it back to the dorm.

“I don’t wanna talk about it...”

He muttered, seemingly annoyed and bothered. You feared it had something to do with you and anxiety raked through your bones.

“Bert... you can talk to me. I wanna know what’s bothering y-”

The sentence was cut short, your breath catching in your throat when you felt his huge hand snake around your neck, and your back hit the wooden wall with a thud. You looked up to meet his dark gaze, so in contrast with his usual bright, pale green orbs. The permanent pale blush that usually dawned his cheeks was completely gone now. His mouth sneered up as his knee found its place in between your thigh, applying pressure to your core through your uniform.

The sudden change in atmosphere caught you completely off guard. He went from avoiding your gaze and worries, to taking his own frustration out on you.

He towered over you, more so than normal. His breath was hot and heavy on your face, his presence only a few inches from yours.

“Bert I-”

You tried to speak until his hand clamped down harder against your throat, ending the sentence for you.

“Shut up.”

He said, finally speaking after what seemed like forever of silence from him. His words stung and your face fell into a slight frown before he shifted his pushing your chin with one of his fingers.

“I’ve had a bad day kitten.”

The pet name along with the depth and gruffness of his voice sent a chill down your spine, wetness pooling in your center. “You want to know why I’ve had such a bad day?” He asks, and you know he would tell you whether you answered or not, but the fear of what would happen if you didn’t forced you to be obedient. You couldn’t talk due to the hand he clamped against your esophagus so you decided to nod your head instead.

“Do you know how frustrating it is...”

He started, pausing as his knee pushed further into your core, his bone pushing into your clit.

“To see Reiner’s eyes all over your body? To see how badly he wants to take you right then and there, while I’m standing right beside him. Like I’m not even there?”

He confesses the reason for his anger, and you gasp at his answer. You gulp, hard, against his palm.

“Answer me. Do you know how frustrating that is?”

He growls, eyes piercing into your orbs.

You shake your head quickly, a squeak escaping your throat when you felt his knee start to rock against your cunt, wetness pooling into your panties.

“Very.”

He answers in one word, leaning down and sticking his tongue out to lick a long stripe up your neck to the base of your ear. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, and he whispers,

“I need you to be a good little slut for me, do exactly what I tell you to do, yeah? Prove to me that you’re mine and only mine.”

With the grip he had on your neck, and your overall disbelief of the situation, all you could do was nod in response. This was so unlike Bertholdt. He had never been so rough with you, had never called you any name other than “baby”, “love”, “sweetheart”. But you weren’t complaining, you had secretly wanted him to show more dominance and control over you. You wanted him to come out of his shell more in the bedroom, and seeing it happen right now excited you. Him being so openly jealous lit a fire in your core and you were suddenly so desperate to please him.

While your head nodded slowly, he smirked devilishly, his lips hungrily attaching to yours finally. You moaned into the kiss, allowing him to flick his tongue across your bottom lip. He pulled away and watched your flustered face, a bright pink blush adoring the apples of your cheeks.

You found your way to the bed, stumbled towards the mattress clumsily, already stupid from the way he handled you. You laid on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed frame, and he groaned at the sight of you, needy and ready for his cock to be down your throat. He undid his belt and flicked the buttons undone with ease, pushing his pants down to his ankles. You waited patiently, the heat growing in between your legs.

He stood over you, pulling his boxers down and you gasped like it was the first time seeing his cock again. The way it sprang free, slapping against the tanned, chiseled surface of his stomach made your legs rub together, trying to gain friction to relieve some of the tension.

He slapped his cock against your face, the length of it covering your face completely. He was big. Not as thick as he was long, but his length was unmatched.

You opened your mouth, and he positioned himself at the opening, poking his tip past your lips and sighing. “Such a pretty little fucking slut, ready to take my cock down her throat.” He said, tapping your cheek with his open palm. His hips pressed further and further down, slowly stretching your throat out. You coughed and gagged around him, doing your best to keep your teeth from scraping against his length as he continued down your throat mercilessly, your toes curling and your fingernails scraping against the skin of his thigh.

His hips stopped the forwards advancement once he was at the hilt of his cock, his length stretching your throat. The stretch burned, it brought fat tears to well in your eyes. You felt the ridge of his tip scrape against your throat mercilessly. After getting used to the feeling of him filling your throat, breathing through your nose as tears fell from your eyes from the sensation, you hummed against his cock, sending a vibration through his entire body.

“O-Oh my fucking god...”

He moaned out huskily, his hips pulling back out slowly before he started to pump his cock into your throat. His hands caressed either side of your head with a soft and gentle touch, completely opposite the movement of his hips.

You closed your mouth around him, your plump lips wrapped around his girth so beautifully. Just looking down at the sight, he had to hold himself back from shooting his cum down your throat.

It didn’t take him long to get close to his climax, a string of profanities spilling from his lips, his hips moving at a quicker, sloppier pace, his balls hitting the skin of your forehead from the force. He looked down at you once again, noticing he could see the bulge the tip of his cock made in your throat. He let out a shaky moan, reaching down and pushing against your throat, reveling in the way it squeezed around him.

The base of his cock had a mixture of your saliva and his pre cum dripping from it, the juices dripping down his balls. The liquid squeezed past the side of your lips with every thrust and smeared on your face. You were so, so messy, all for him.

Suddenly, your felt throat empty as Bertholdt pulled away from you quickly, stopping his orgasm in its tracks. His chest was heaving, rising up and falling down rhythmically. He gave you no time to recuperate as he lifted you up and pushed against the bed again.

“My pretty little cock slut...”

He mumbled, wiping the tears that trickled down your cheek from the burning your throat felt.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, crying over MY huge cock down your throat. So fucking pretty..”

He whispered, bringing his thumb to his mouth, licking the bead of your tear from it and smirking darkly at you. You writhed under his stare as he pumped his cock a few times.

“Undress yourself for me, kitten.”

He commanded his hand moving up and down his cock slowly, hissing at the feeling.

You decide to push him, to see how far you can push him before he snaps.

“Make me.”

You whisper, biting your lip and smiling at him. Something inside him snaps at your defiance as he growls and grabs your face again, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.

“Look at you.”

He groaned and pressed his fingers against your clothed heat, your face softening and back arching. He collected the juices from the wet spot that had soaked through your pants, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your mouth open. He pulled away from your heat, shoving his fingers in your mouth and watching as you licked your juices from his digits.

“Look what I do to you.”

He mumbles, leaning closer to your face, his tongue licking away the salty tears again.

“Strip. For. Me.”

He repeated the command before leaning back again. You nodded your head slowly, submitting to him with little effort before unbuttoning your uniform and pulling your pants down, undoing the buttons on your top as well, shimmying out of the fabric.

He sat and stared at your half naked figure, shaking his head slowly as his eyes panned up and down your body.

“So fucking hot and ready to take my cock. Such a dumb fucking whore. Beg for my cock, convince me you deserve it inside of you.”

His words were laced with venom, his tone sending more and more heat to pool at your core. Your skin with flushed with a gentle blush as you spread your legs, your fingers drifting to your core. You kept direct eye contact with him when your middle finger made its way to your clit, gingerly rubbing figure eights into the bundle of nerves. Your breath hitched and your legs trembled at the instant pleasure you felt.

“Pl-Please daddy. I need your cock so badly. I’ll do anything for it. I’ve been such a good girl, please give it to me. Nobody can please me like you do, please I need it!”

You say so fucking desperately, licking your lips. You were so eager to feel the burn of his cock stretching you out. You were so needy for it.

He smirked at you, pumping his cock a few times, spreading the precum and your saliva on his cock.

“You have been such a good girl, you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

He said, taking a step towards you. His hair was disheveled, sticking to his forehead due to the sweat that formed on his skin.

He grabbed your calves, pulling you towards him with hunger and lust darkening his gaze. He tugged you to the edge of the bed, bending down and capturing your lips in an intense kiss, using his other hand to rub the tip of his cock up and down your dripping cunt, collecting the wetness and spreading it around.

He pulled away from your lips, pushing his forehead against your own as he finally began pushing himself into you, his cock breaching your tight little hole. He let out a shaky breath, the feeling of your walls fluttering against him almost as intoxicating as the pretty noises you made. He pushed his hips forward slowly but surely. No matter how rough he was being, he was still so gentle when it came to you. You felt the uncomfortable burning sensation in your core from the stretch, your face wincing and scrunching slightly at the feeling. It hurt but it felt SO damn good.

A few moments later, he reached his hilt, bottoming out inside of you. He sat for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size. Once you were ready for him to move you grinded your hips up into his helplessly, breathless and desperate for more.

“Please, fuck me.”

You practically whimper, hips bucking up and grinding against him. He lets out a guttural groan, grabbing onto your hips with one quick motion, his grip tightening around the plush skin. He held you so tight you thought there would be bruises where his fingers met your skin. His hips pulled back slightly, slamming all the way back into you, letting out a shaky moan.

“You’re s-so fucking tight... Fuck...”

He mumbled, his free hand reaching down to wrap around your neck as his hips found a steady pace. You immediately became a moaning mess. It was pretty much impossible to hold back your moans, even if you tried to, it felt too good. The residual pain from his size had completely subsided, quickly dissolving into pleasure. The pressure he put on the side of your neck made you feel dizzy in the best way possible, his hips slamming into yours at a grueling pace.

“G-good fucking girl..”

Bertholdt moans out, his back arching as he hovered over you, rutting his hips into yours.

“Taking me so well, squeezing me so tight.”

He moans out, hot breath fanning against your face as he pants. Your whole body feels hot and tense, the feeling of white-hot pleasure building in your lower stomach.

“You take my cock so fu-fucking well. So fucking big in that tight little pussy. That pussy is all mine.”

He groans out, his hips stuttering, and you knew he was just as close as you were. Neither of you can suppress the string of profanities and moans that escape your mouths. Every time your lips parted, hiccups bubbled up in your throat. You were completely drunk off of his cock. The room is covered in the smell of sex and the squelching sound of your wetness mixed with the slapping of his hips against yours.

“I- Fuck... I’m gonna fill you up real nice and pretty, give you a fucking baby... Wanna see you be a good mommy. You want my babies?”

He said suddenly, his comment catching you off guard but his intentions sending you over the edge.

Your fingernails dug into the skin of his back, creating deep cuts and lacerations in his clenched muscles. Your orgasms raked through your bones, your body twitching and twisting under him. You watched as hot steamy smoke emitted from the fresh cuts on his back, a product of his titan-shifting ability. You couldn’t put a finger on why it was so arousing, but it was, and it made your orgasm even more powerful.

Both of you let go, releasing the tension in your stomachs. Bertholdt’s cum spilled from him, painting your clenching walls white. His muscles tensed and relaxed over and over again, his abs tightening with his release. The air was thick and hot, filled with the smell of sex and lust.

The large man collapsed on top of you, his arms giving out under him from the intensity of his orgasm. His cock still pushed deep inside of you, twitching as he came down from his high. He hummed in gratitude.

“Thanks s’much love, needed that...”

He mumbled sleepily, and you were more than happy to take care of him in any way that he needed to be taken care of. He was there for you just as much as you were there for him.

Your arms wrapped around his hot and sweaty body, your hands reaching his head and your fingers raked through his wet hair. The two of you sat like that for a while, enjoying the blissful aftermath of your passionate night. You could hear Bertholdt’s low voice begin to hum a familiar song. You felt at home in his arms. And your arms were his home.

“I love you..”

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bertholdtbrainrot · 3 years

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am i dreaming?

note: okay fuck me. i had a dream about porco last night, which is the inspiration for this fic. oh my god, i dont know how i got so lucky as to have such a beautiful dream but i officially have porco on the brain 😐🤚🏻 ANYWHO, ENJOY. i’m gonna let the fic speak for itself.

warnings: mentions of alcohol/people being drunk, unestablished relationship, nsfw minors DNI!, penetrative sex, oral sex f!receiving, soft, mushy sex with porco, sub and dom pock, breeding kink, friends to lovers!

word count: 5.4 k

Designated driver. That was usually your label when you and your friend group went out to parties or get-togethers. You didn't mind not being able to drink, you really didn't need it to have a good time. You actually quite enjoyed watching your friends down the drinks, losing their ability to make rational decisions as the liquid burned their throats. You were the "mom" of the group, the babysitter, and you prided yourself in that title. Tonight, your friend Annie joined you in that title.

Annie was a shorter girl with paler yellow hair that she kept in a bun most of the times. She was antisocial by nature, and kept to herself most times. On the rare occasion that she did come out with the friend group, she was very lax, not doing anything crazy, and instead she enjoyed the show of her friends acting out. Annie chose sobriety tonight due to an important exam she had to take in the morning. She'd rather not be hungover for the important test, so she chose to opt out.

As the night came to an end, the two of you split responsibilities, Annie agreeing to take Reiner and Pieck home if you took Porco, with whom she butted heads with the most out of everyone, especially when he was drunk. Of course, you had agreed, you thoroughly enjoyed Porco’s company, to say the least.

Porco was a taller, handsome man with strawberry blonde hair that was always pushed back, his undercut on full display. He was an instigator, but a funny one. He could be incredibly sarcastic at times, and always had a snarky comment to make. But deep down, Porco was a big softie. At the end of the day, he cared very deeply for all his friends. He would never let anyone know that though. But, he did have a particularly soft spot just for you.

You helped Porco climb into the car, placing a hand on the top of his head to keep him from bumping it. He protested quietly, mumbling about how he was fine and could drive. You watched him down four shots, and even if he was only tipsy, you didn't want to risk it. It was better to be safe than sorry. But Porco was always a bit of a lightweight.

"Pock, I'm just being a good friend. You'll thank me for this tomorrow." You said and smiled at him genuinely. He caught your eye and smiled softly, finally giving in.

"Sure, whatever." He said smoothly, but secretly loving the way you cared for him.

"Do you mind if we just go back to my house? You can sleep there, I'm just exhausted and don't trust myself to drive all the way to your place." You said, cocking your eyebrow towards him.

"Yeah sure, that's fine." He said and cleared the lump of nervousness in his throat. He'd be spending the night with you. Even if he slept on your couch, which he wouldn't mind, he'd be sleeping under your roof. His heartbeat picked up in his chest, his head turning to look out the window to prevent the blush that formed on his cheeks from being seen by you.

Porco always had a crush on you, always thought you were so pretty, had a good head on your shoulders, smart, and funny. You had everything he wanted in a girl, but he never had the confidence to tell you that. There was no way he was going to make things weird and ruin the friendship dynamic the group had just because he had a crush on you. That would be too selfish.

The brakes of your car squeaked as you came to a stop in your driveway, pulling the E-brake into place after putting the car in park.

"We have arrived at our destination." You said in a robotic voice, mocking the GPS' announcement. He chuckled softly, opening his door and trying to climb out, but you caught him, helping him out of the car and kicking the door closed behind you.

"You know I'm not that drunk, right? I can walk perfectly fine." He said and looked down at you, raising his eyebrows.

"I know, I just wanna be sure you don't fall on your face and humiliate yourself. I'd never let you live that down." You teased and poked his side, wrapping your hand around his thick bicep. He towered over you, your body crushing under his weight but you didn't mind one bit. You helped him to the door, digging into your bag to grab your key, shoving it in the keyhole before turning it and pushing the door open. You dropped your bag at the door, both you and Porco kicking your shoes off at the door with ease. You slipped out of your jacket, and he followed suit, his tight shirt clinging to his pecks under the garment. Your shoulders and collarbones went on display as the fabric slipped down your arms, tossing the garment on the couch.

Porco gulped down, his eyes shifting around the room and to your upper body occasionally, tossing his jacket on the couch as well. You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t flash to his chest a few times too.

"Bedroom's up stairs if you didn't remember. If you need a change of clothes, I have an old pair of your sweatpants in the bottom right drawer and I'm sure I have a shirt big enough for you somewhere in my closet."

You said casually, rushing over the part where you definitely still had a pair of his sweatpants in your drawers. The sweatpants from a few years back when you had a sleepover with your friend group. He had let you wear them that night after you talked about how comfortable they looked. He wondered where those sweatpants had gone, but now that he knew, it didn't bother him. Not at all. He was tempted to tell you to wear them, wanting to see you in his clothes.

You had also glazed over the fact that you offered him to sleep in your bedroom with him. He had expected a spot on the couch for him to sleep, but you had offered your bed so casually, and even if it was the gentlemanly thing to say “no”, he couldn’t deny himself of one of his deepest desires.

He nodded softly.

"Thanks... Seriously. I know I complain but I'm glad you like me enough to do this. I can be pretty annoying." He said, shamefully, a blush appearing on his cheeks. He ducked his head and made his way upstairs, remembering exactly which room was your bedroom.

You smiled to yourself, seeing the faint blush dust his cheeks.

“It’s no problem..” You mumbled, trying not to make a big deal out of it, walking behind him and stopping in the bathroom. You closed the door, locking it behind you as you looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, leaning against the sink. You had been keeping yourself rather composed but on the inside you were screaming. Porco had grown incredibly tall, more muscular, and far more handsome over the years. His strawberry blonde hair was slicked back, only a few strands peaking forward to frame his face after the night of drinking. You found yourself shy around Porco now, when you used to be so comfortable around him. You were trying your best to hide it but you were feeling your attraction grow stronger. Felt your boundaries slowly start to fall.

You ran the water from the sink nice and cold, and splashed it up into your face, taking a deep breath before grabbing the towel and drying off. You fixed your hair in the mirror and hummed to yourself, nodding your head.

On the other side of the wall, Porco found the sweatpants you talked about earlier and changed into them, making his way to your closet and finding a shirt that fit him. He took a deep breath in, smelling your scent on the fabric and humming softly, a smirk plastered onto his features. He was having the same crisis as you. He had known you since you were both little kids, went to school with you, grew up with you, but you had changed. You had grown out of the awkward teenage years, got your braces off, learned how to do your hair, your body filled out. He was having a hard time focusing, especially with the haze the alcohol put on his brain.

He heard your faint knock at the door, jumping slightly as it pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Are you decent?” You called from the door.

“Decent!” He called back and smiled at you as he saw your head peak from the doorway. He organized his discarded clothes into a small pile in the corner of your room and pushed his hair back out of his face, strands still falling into his vision.

You grabbed a pair of shorts and a big shirt from your dresser, trying to reach for the zipper on your dress, failing.

“Hey Pock, would you mind unzipping me? You asked with an innocent voice, not-so-innocent thoughts bouncing around in your head. He nodded quickly and swiftly walked over to you, trapping the zipper between his fingers before pulling it down at an achingly slow pace. His eye followed the zipper, watching the skin of your back become more and more exposed as the teeth of the zipper separated.

He cleared his throat, his face heating up when he saw a peak of the black lace bralette you wore under your dress. He pulled away quickly, feeling like he was invading your privacy, like he was a peeping tom.

“There you go.” He said quickly and cleared his throat again, rubbing the back of his neck. You looked back at him and smiled, your cheeks bright red and your mind fuzzy.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back, I have to change.” You said and turned on your heel, heading to the bathroom again. You returned just a few moments later, tossing your dirty clothes in your hamper. You reached up, undoing the tie in your hair and pulling out the pins, placing them on your dresser. When you reached up, the hem of the large t-shirt you had on lifted as well, flashing the plushy skin of your thighs to Porco who was lost in imagination as he stared at them. He could feel his pants tightening, his cock hard and throbbing, begging to be set free from the confines.

After a few minutes, you shook your hair out and ran your fingers through it, brushing out the few knots that the night of partying and dancing had created.

“You ready for bed?” You ask him casually and kindly, crawling onto the mattress when you saw his head nod. He crawled in right after you, the both of you shuffling under the blankets. He smiled at you softly as you laid on your back and stared at the ceiling. He was turned on his side, his head resting on his arm, and he sat up and looked at you, admiring your face as you were stuck in thought.

“It’s been so long since we’ve hung out like this... Feels like forever, but it’s been a few years, hasn’t it Pock?” He hummed at the nickname, he usually hated hearing it from other people, but he didn’t mind it from you. It was actually kind of cute coming from your lips. He nodded in acknowledgment.

“It really feels like it’s been forever, yeah? The last time I was here, we played Just Dance all night and then made cookies and drank milk until we both fell asleep. I felt like a kid again.” He reminisced and chuckled softly, and you follow with a giggle of your own.

“I’ve missed this, missed you. Missed spending time alone with you.” His statement took you back, making your breath hitch in your throat as you turned your head to him. You stayed silent, and he took this as an opportunity to continue.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with our friend group, everyone’s great... for the most part. But you’re my favorite. Don’t tell anyone I told you that.” He said and gave you a charming smile, locking eyes with you for a moment. You both stared into the others eyes, getting stuck in your own little world for a moment. You swear you could hear your heart stop. You bit down on your bottom lip when you noticed that his eyes had traveled there. He leaned forward slowly, cautiously closing the gap between both of you.

“I really, really want to kiss you right now... can I?” He said suddenly, a wave of confidence rushing over him, all signs of reluctance and shyness gone. You gasped softly, taken aback by his sudden question. You didn’t want to say no, but a small part of you was scared this was all a joke. You don’t answer verbally, too scared that your voice would fail you at this moment. You simply nodded your head quickly, eye flashing from his lips to his eyes as a flood of desperation washed over you.

“Please,” Was the last thing that escaped your mouth before Porco’s lips were on yours, his hand reaching to the back of your head. His large palm cupped the back of your scalp and pulled you deep into the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing as he focused on the taste and feeling of your plump lips against his own. He was in heaven, on a blissful stairway to golden gates. He felt every worry melt from his muscles as they relaxed under your touch. Your hands slid against the bumpy surface on his abs, your touch traveling up to his chest and then to his chin, where your hand finally rested against his cheek. Your other hand rested on his chest comfortably.

The two of you were completely engrossed in the kiss, lost in the euphoria you felt and the butterflies that began dancing around, fluttering in the confines of your stomach. You had always wondered what it felt like to kiss Porco. Always wanted to feel his plump, pink lips press against your own. Now you didn’t have to wonder, it was happening, this was real life. This kiss was easily the most passionate kiss you had ever shared with someone.

You eventually pulled away, looking up into the blonde boy’s eyes, blinking up at him through your eyelashes.

“That was...” You start and trail off, blushing a deep crimson and looking down.

“Amazing is the word I think you’re looking for.” He whispered, leaning down to press his lips to your ear.

“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.” He mutters, the vibration of his voice sending a chill down your spine.

“Always?” You repeated, questioning his statement. It had always been you. He had always wanted you, just like you’ve always wanted him. It was clear as day now that he had told you. Every little thing he did for you, the way he was only nice to you, the way he appreciated everything you did for him. It was all adding up and slowly making sense. You were both just too stupid to realize it.

“Porco I- I’ve always had feelings for you...I was always too afraid to tell you because, well, look at you and then look at me. There’s no way in hell someone like you would want someone like me...” You say, letting your insecurities get the better of you and spill out alongside the shock of his confession. He pulled back slowly to look at your face, his eyes wide and perplexed with shock.

“You’re joking with me, right?” He asks sincerely, taken aback by your thoughts. He couldn’t believe that you didn’t see what he saw. You didn’t see how beautiful you were. He was going to have to change that.

“Let me show you how fucking gorgeous you are..” He mumbles against your ear once more before attaching his lips to the skin of your neck, kissing down the sensitive patch gently. Your chest rises and falls rhythmically, your head instinctively craning to the side to give him better access. He pushes the blanket down your legs with ease, pushing your knees apart. His hand ghost around the skin of your thighs, dancing against the softness of them. His hand hovers over your core, he avoids it, he’s planning on teasing you.

His touch continues to your hips, his palms squeezing and pawing at the them as he moans gently into your mouth.

“So pretty...” He mumbles, his lips moving from your neck to your jawline.

“You’re so pretty..” You’re breathless, huffs and puffs leaving your lips.

He then flips over, climbing on top of you, looking down at your face as he hovers over you. His hand catches your cheek, and he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Tell me you’re okay with this, I need to be sure before I keep going.” He whispers gently, his words sincere. Your heart swells seeing this side of him, it makes your desires even deeper.

“I’m more than okay with this, please keep going.” You whispered, looking up into his eyes through your eyelashes, the room suddenly felt like a sauna, both of your bodies radiating heat and anticipation thick in the air. You had waited for this for so long and there was so way you were going to stop now. You didn’t care if you looked desperate for him, you needed him.

And god, did he need you. That much was evident by how quick he began again after hearing your confirmation. His lips attached to yours with a bruising force, his hips falling to meet your own and you felt the thick hardness of his cock poking into your thigh. You gasped softly into his mouth, opening wider, and allowing his tongue to slip past your lips.

You felt electricity pulsing through your body and his hips slowly began to grind into you, the ridge of his cock finding your clit through your flimsy shorts.

“Oh god...Pock please...” You mutter, almost too shy to make any noises. Your begging lit a fire of desire in his chest, and he let out a deep groan, one that sent wetness dripping straight from your cunt.

“Say my name.” He muttered, looking down at your bright red cheeks and embarrassed expression and his hips bucked into yours. His hands had found your calves, pushing them forward to either side of you, bending you to his will.

“Porco... Please touch me..” You whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip as your eyebrows stitched together. He became putty in your hands, letting out a deep breath and smiling down at you.

“Anything for you, my love.” He said, the nickname sending chills down your spine as you smiled to yourself. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, to your cheeks, then to your jawline. His lips continued down, leaving wet sloppy kisses to your neck and then your collarbone. His fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to expose your stomach and the underside of your breasts. He bit down on his lips and admired the view before leaning in and placing wet kisses to both breasts, then a kiss in the valley of your breasts. His kisses continued down the middle of your stomach, right above, and then below your bellybutton. One kiss above the hem of your shorts, before his finger hooked around the waistband.

“May I?” He asked and looked up at you, cocking his eyebrow, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. You nod your head quickly, sudden eagerness settling deep in your bones.

“Need to hear it.” He said, pausing his movements and waiting for verbal confirmation.

“Please, need your tongue on me.” You plead out, sounding more desperate than you’d like to admit. He doesn’t hesitate after that, pulling your shorts down in one fluid motion, tossing them somewhere in the darkness of the room. The black lace underwear you wore under those skimpy shorts leads him to believe you had secretly been planning this all along.

“Did you wear these just for me? I’m flattered.” He teased, before turning and placing wet kisses down your thighs, growing closer and closer to where you needed him most. He stopped right at the edge of your panties, looking up at you and smirking devilishly before placing a kiss against your clit through your panties.

You let out a breath of relief, legs twitching ever so slightly at the much awaited pleasure. He reached up and trapped the hem of your panties in between his teeth before pulling them down expertly with his mouth. His actions only sent more wetness to drip from your core.

He finally came face to face with your cunt, dripping and soaking wet just for him.

“I’ve barely even touched you yet, and you’re already this wet. Do you like me or something?” He asked playfully, eliciting a light slap on his hand from you.

“No more teasing, please.” You begged and looked in his eyes. “I need your tongue on me.” You whispered, and that’s all he needed to hear. His mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit, collecting all your juices before gathering at your clit. He stopped there and started lapping his tongue at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back instantly bent into a pretty arch off of the bed, your knees trying to squeeze together, your thighs squishing his head.

As much as he enjoyed the feeling your plushy thighs marking the sides of his head, he wanted to see your pretty pussy. His hands found your knees, and he forced them open again, pushing them to the bed, keeping you wide open for him.

“Be a good girl and keep those legs wide open for me. He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations from his mouth, sending you into a moaning mess. You nodded your head as you spread your legs open for him, allowing his hands to do other things.

His middle finger reached towards your opening, rubbing gentle circle around the hole a few times before it breached your entrance. He slid his finger in slowly, your cunt basically sucking the digit in.

His finger inched slowly in until it reached the hilt, curling and pushing against the ribbed and spongy sweet spot inside of you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck..” You whine out loudly, your toes curling in response.

“More..” You moan out, his tongue and lips continuing their assault on your clit. He obliged, adding another digit into your tight hole, pushing in and out against your sweet spot quickly.

You felt a tightness in your lower belly, white-hot and ready to explode. His fingers only picked up their pace, ruthlessly pounding your g-spot effortlessly, like he knew the anatomy of your body. Porco pulled back, watching and infatuated with the sight, face to face with your pulsing cunt as it invited his fingers in every time.

You felt the pressure in your stomach build more and more, and knew you were close to your orgasms. Whines and moans threatened to rip from your throat but you tried to hold them back out of embarrassment. You cupped your hand over your mouth and Porco caught on. His motions slowed to an almost unbearably slow pace, his thumb ghosting over your clit.

"Nuh uh. Let me hear those pretty moans baby. Don't hold em' back or I'll stop.” He said, lowly and darkly, his voice gruff and raspy. You couldn't argue with him, his dominant nature pushing you into a submissive state as you nodded your head.

"Yes sir." And with that, his fingers sped up once again, hitting that same, wonderfully blissful spot inside of you, bringing the tension back to your stomach. The pressure was harder than ever to hold back, your hand pushing themselves through his dusty red locks and pulling at the roots. The moans and whines that escaped your lips were so lewd, so filthy. Your ankles wrapped around his body, your heels digging into his shoulder blades. Your back arched up of the bed once more before you felt the pressure snap, walls gushing and squeezing against his fingers, legs twitching and shaking with the release.

“P-Porco!” You yelped out, your eyes trained on the ceiling above you. You saw stars, your toes curling and uncurling as you let go. Porco continued to thrust his digits inside of you until you had start whining again, overstimulation raking your bones.

“Fuck....” The profanity slipped from his lips as he took in the sight of you, pretty and flushed, fucked out just from his fingers. Your hair splayed out on the pillow in elegant tendrils, your eyes hooded from the intensity.

“What a good girl.” He mumbled against your skin, wet and sloppy kisses pressing against your stomach again, traveling up your body until he met your lips. The kiss was as passionate as the first one shared, maybe even more so. The way his lips intertwined with yours, it felt like the two of you were meant to be together. They molded together perfectly.

His arm snaked around your back, lifting you off the bed gently before flipping the two of your over so that you were now on top of him, thighs on either side of his torso. Your hands rested against his hard, muscular chest. His skin was hot to the touch and wet with the dew of his sweat, even over the shirt he had one. You hooked your fingers under the hem of your own shirt, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your soft breasts and your pretty, puffy nipples. He instantly leaned up, mouth connected to the sensitive bud while his rough and calloused hand worked and pinched at the other. He pulled back slowly looking up into your eyes, strands of smooth hair falling in front of his eyes, the smell of his hair gel evident, but not unpleasant. No words had to be exchanged between the two of you to know what the other wanted, the expressions on your face telling it all.

He leaned up, pulling off his shirt with a quickness. You pulled at the waistband on his sweats, lifting up to pull them down his ankles and toss them along with the rest of the discarded clothing. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. It sounded heavy, and it was thick and long. 2 or 3 veins branching off of a particularly thick one that ran down the middle. His tip was bright pink and glossy with his precum.

You two were now completely and utterly naked in front of each other, exposed to the others gaze. There was no longer any hints of embarrassment or shyness in the air. The two of you had become comfortable in this environment, wanting to finally be connected. It feels like the two of you had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, and it was finally happening. It felt like you were in some kind of surreal dream, that you would wake up at any minute and be utterly disappointed that none of this was real, and it suddenly became a big fear of yours.

You pushed that thought to the back of your head when you felt Porco shift, his cock rubbing against your thigh desperately. He thrusted again, begging for any friction he could get. You hummed and wrapped your rather small hand around his thick girth, giving him a few pumps.

You leaned up, lining up your entrance with his tip, and taking full control of the action. You rubbed his hot and pink tip against your folds, running it against your clit and jolting forward at the sensitivity. After a few moments of this, you pushed the towards your entrance again and slowly descended. His cock breached your entrance as you inched down, the stretch burning but not painfully. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the pleasure you were feeling at the same time severely outweighed it.

You gasped as you felt his cock finally reach its hilt inside of you, your pelvis flush with him own. You took a moment to adjust to his size, allowing his cock to stretch your walls. His tip was brushing your cervix deliciously. Porco’s breaths from under you were ragged and deep, broken and shaky. He was more than happy to wait for you to be ready, he was enjoying the feeling of your gushy walls pulsating around him as they adjusted, your tightness squeezing him so tightly.

When you were finally ready to move, you peaked down at the man before lifting your hips up once, all the way back up to his tip, practically slamming yourself down his length. The scream that escaped your lips from the intense pleasure echoed throughout the room, and your hips gained a mind of their own, bouncing up and down on his cock at a grueling pace.

Underneath you, Porco became a writhing and moaning mess. The once dominant man you saw moments ago in between your legs had melted into a pile of submissiveness. His eye were screwed shut, fingers digging into your hips with bruising strength. His mouth was wide open, tongue lolled out of the side of his lips, his face bright red. Strands of his strawberry blonde hair were plastered to his forehead due to the drops of sweat falling.

“G-God! Fuck baby, don’t stop..” He moaned out, his toes curling and his body wiggling under the immense pleasure. You were quite enjoying the view, your own loud moans and screams of his name spilling from your mouth. This vision of him would be burned in your mind forever. The sight brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Your hands rested on his hard abs for support, his skin slick with sweat. Your arousal and his precum was smeared on his pelvis and dripping down your thighs, sounds of wetness squelching and skin slapping echoing throughout the room, almost pornographic.

“Please, please, please...” He moaned, his eyes opening for the first time since you began your ministrations. His auburn orbs digging into your own, nodding his head.

“I’m close baby, so close...” He muttered, keeping the strong eye contact between the both of you, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. You were close yourself, the familiar white- hot bundle in your stomach building faster and faster with each pump.

“Cum inside me, Pock, please.” You moan out, leaning forward and placing sloppy kisses against his chest and neck. Your hips gave out on you, Porco taking lead once again as his hands squeezed your hips and pounded them against his pelvis. His own hips came up to meet yours, railing you into oblivion.

“Gonna cum inside, give you some pretty babies..” He mumbled against your ear before his thrusts became sloppy and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Your walls began to stutter against him, clenching and unclenching in the beginnings of your release.

“Fuck Porco!” You squealed out, and with that you felt the tension in your stomach snaps, evidence your release squirting out and dripping down your thighs and onto his cock. You felt his hot white liquid paint your walls, his moans and whines burning into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

“S-so good, feels so good! FUCK!” He yelped as he reached his climax, his thrusts slowing down to an agonizing pace. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of you, the white liquid dripping out of your abused cunt.

The two of you took a few moments to catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of the amazing night you just had. That same fear pulled to the front of your brain again, that this was only just a dream and you’d wake up beside Porco, fully dressed, the happenings of tonight being stuck in only your memories.

This fear slowly subsided as Porco stood up and walked to the bathroom, bringing back a warm washrag and cleaning you up, tucked you under the covers and brushed his fingers through your hair. He eventually climbed under the covers beside you, arms snaking around you and pulling you closer. His lips pressed against the back of your head and his chin nuzzled against your shoulder as he let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Goodnight love, sweet dreams.”

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