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Promiscuous.

⟿ Levi Ackerman x freader x Eren Jaeger

Includes : threesome, swearing, smut.

word count : 4,5k.

for 300 followers, i promised i would bless you all with a few stories. this was a tough plot to come up with b/c the age difference, but i always come thru :)). enjoy. thank you for 300 friends, readers, and fans. one more story on the way, hope you like !!

Being in the scouts wasn't necessarily all that bad, especially when you had all the strong, agile men to look at all day long.

You didn't bite your tongue, the gushy, teenage girl flirtatiousness that you bestowed upon not one, not two, but a good sum of the boys you worked and trained with every day. Most of whom were your closest friends, who put up with your promiscuousness. For the most part, they fed into it, reciprocating the behavior. But it couldn't be avoided that you took a special liking towards your Captain; Mr. Ackerman himself.

Call it unnatural, call it unusual, but you had a justification for liking him so much. If he said the right thing in the right context, your knees would be shaky and weak, for instance, when he demanded you to 'shut up' half-jokingly for fooling around with Connie too much. You left training that day with a waterfall between your legs, leaving you stunned for at least a week.

The ideas in your head were endless and slightly disturbing. There was no denying you were captivated by him, and he knew it.

Not to mention he took a fondness to you too...

Well, not how you quite anticipated him too. He just believed you were a capable scout, thus him taking you under his wing with your friends. Leaving aside your whorish comments. He took your ignorant attitude with a grain of salt, not allotting you the time of the day- which only made it more of a challenge to get what you yearned much for.

He would scoff, walk away and roll his eyes, reprimanding you on behaving yourself and acting your age. You were 19, you were acting your age, 'I could be worse,' you mumbled under your breath.

Being the species of girl who was drawn to a particular type of man, power play, that sharp attitude which one with a level head and a drop of common sense would take as a definite red flag, the type of man that would punish you for being horny or bratty- you could only dream- it was also clear you couldn't bluff and say that you didn't favor the infamous Eren Jaeger: the strong-willed, wild, dominant and overbearing youthful man. He could command you to get on your knees, and you would in a flash.

Alas, you would not be seeing the pearly gates with what went through your mind about the long-haired, tall, demanding man. On the plus side-unlike Levi- Eren enjoyed the attention you gave him, he played the game with you.

And he played the game good- you liked it.

On numerous occasions, you would be more than touchy with Eren, the little 'not so serious' back rub, or a hand on his thigh under the table to make him hot and bothered. And once or twice, the rare make-out session in an alleyway while your friends shopped or by the stable of horses one time when you were sixteen. Though the sexual tension grew once you turned eighteen when you two were less apt to get in trouble for your conduct- yet you never took it all the way, liking the idea of having him on his toes every time he saw you.

Anyways, today was different than most days, you all were honored with a few days of relaxing, sleeping in, and extra time to eat and shower with no training, or missions.

Appreciating the peace, you lay in your bed buried under the blankets half asleep, taking in the unusual time of relaxation. While nearing slumber again, you're rudely interrupted. A pounding on your door riddles throughout your body, frightening you half to death, you flinch, sitting up in an instant.

"Food! y/n." oh, it was Connie.

You untangle from the blankets, sauntering to your wardrobe, and pulling out a regular old white shirt with shorts. The heat was not something to take lightly around here, you could collapse and suffer from a heat stroke if you weren't careful, so you rolled up your shorts a little and slipped on shoes, taming your hair and heading out of your messy room towards the mess hall, eyes finding your friends and groggily plunging into the bench besides Eren and your other buddies, "sleep well?" Connie laughs, you scowl at him.

"Yea! I was dreamin' about you too! Too bad you ruined it, I was just getting to the good part."

Connie laughs and shakes his head, shoveling food down into his mouth, "I don't even wanna know what that dream was about." Jean grumbles, ruffling his hair to remove it from his clammy forehead; Jean was a difficult one to crack, he usually blushed and would cut your trifling demeanor right off at the knees, he was more for Mikasa's quiet and ethical personality.

"Shut it Kirstein- I do!" Connie protests, you wink at him.

"I'll tell you when I get you alone, how 'bout that Springer?"

Eren could be heard from your left, snorting, you glance over and see his arm raise and head towards your back, yanking your bra and snapping it back against your skin, you unleash an 'ouch' and attempt to reach back and rub the area, "White shirt with a red bra underneath? Who're you tryna' impress?" You shrug.

"Captain, of course."

"More like you dressed in the dark this morning." Eren bullies.

"Captain, what?" Connie and Sasha childishly roll and bounce around in their seats, bellowing laughter while you slowly turn around to face your boss, he reiterates one more time before you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck.

"Talking about how good my boss looks today," the words that roll off your tongue make The tense up and sigh in annoyance, beginning to walk away, you pout, tilting your head, "am I wrong?"

"Keep it up, y/n, I'll have you in a cell indefinitely if you continue this adolescent behavior." He doesn't look twice at you, leaving as quickly as he came. Halting your comments right as they came flying out of your mouth, he had to have been enjoying them! Perhaps a little.

Right as the man in charge begins to leave the hall, he stops, peers his head over to meet your eyes.

"-In chains." Your eyes widen, a perverted grin growing onto your face, looking left to right baffled, 'in chains?' gawking to see if any of your friends noticed the innuendo, but it seemed they were well absorbed in their own business.

But someone heard him.

"In chains?"

You look at Eren, he shared the same shock as you, you wriggle your eyebrows and nudge his side, "I'm not the only one who heard it, so maybe I'm not going crazy." You giggle, finishing your meal and gossiping amongst your friends until it was time to go.

To pass time during the day, you all wasted hours cleaning up to your captain's expectations, finally relieving yourselves for the rest of the evening before dinner; walking down the streets of your town, stopping at the shops down the gravel streets. While everyone talks, your head is elsewhere; replaying that remark Levi made about the chains, borderline obsessing over it- rightfully so.

When he said the word 'chains', you instantly recalled the context behind his innuendo, unless you were going insane, but you had made a joke- your first endeavor at flirting with your boss, mentioning to him using the same chains he used on Eren in court a few years back, your friends condemning your extraverted behavior on the spot; when to no avail, Levi did not feed into that well, sending you to isolation shortly after. And then to Erwin's office to explain yourself... in front of him, Commander Hange, and Levi. Nonetheless, it didn't stop you from toying with the man.

You were somewhat... wild.

Enjoying the rest of your stress-free hours, you spend the evening sitting comfortably in the large common area after dinner; all of you except Eren, who didn't appear at dinner either. God knows where he was.

You lounge beside Armin and Jean, your head on Jean's shoulder per-usual.

"Jean, has Mikasa told you how good you look today?" You hum, his face is instantly soaked up in a rosy flush as he throws his hands over his ears to block your weird comments from reaching his ears, "Mikasa?" you quirk an eyebrow.

"Don't be absurd, y/n" she laughs, "Jean, don't listen to her."

"Jean, you look extra good today," you lean over closer to him, "just thought I'd tell ya'."

"Yeah, yeah." He cracks a small smile, you pat his shoulder then fall back into your seat.

"Awh- c'mon Kirstein, you know I-"

"Y/n, Captain needs to see you..." Eren's voice interrupts the chatting, his head peers into the room, you and your friends falling silent.

"You're probably in trouble again." Armin sighs disappointingly. You promptly stand, "good luck." dragging your feet towards your supposed 'escort', Meeting Eren at the door frame of the corridor, his hands stuffed in his pockets with a deadpan look, watching you begin to take lead ahead of him, "how do you know Levi wants to see me?" You question, examining him whilst walking through the hallways, up the stairs, and around the corner, a few feet away from your Captain's headquarters.

"We talked."

With an uncertain look on your face, churning with turmoil, Eren is knocking once, then twice before pushing open the engraved wooden door, 'Captain didn't even ask who it was at the door-' you furrow your eyebrows, his hand on your back, quickly whisking you into the large room, abruptly stopping in front of his desk.

Your feet are glued to the floor while Eren is closing the door. Levi stands there, propped up against his desk with his arms crossed. The room was eerily silent, you were becoming slightly intimidated. Do you stand? Talk? Sit?

The silence was unbearable.

"Do you need me-"

"I'm fed up, with your manner, cadet." Levi interrupts.

"If I may- Captain," He nods for you to proceed, "why is Eren here?" Captain was very much capable of taking care of reprimanding you on his own, you were almost irritated that Eren was lingering behind you, feeling his eyes burning voids in the back of your head, disrespectfully.

"Isn't that what you want?" Eyes doubling in size, you swerve your head to attempt and get a view of Eren, but Levi halts you once more, treading closer to you so you can look at him, "you don't need to look at Eren."

"I- I don't quite understand."

No one says anything. The air is now thick, more difficult to swallow for oxygen, you were entirely thrown off track with the way he was speaking to you, the way he was looking at you made you want to make a run for it, "Cat got your tongue? Y/n?" Chills rake up and down your body when you feel Eren's breath on your neck, sending your head flying behind you to see the blue-eyed devil almost pressed against your back, you look back at Levi frantically.

"Sit."

Without pause, your ass is planted into one of his chairs, "why aren't you being stubborn? Where's that attitude that constantly gets you into trouble?" Feeling as if you're shrinking, the two men are overlooking you, "go on."

"I- well,"

"She has nothing to say for herself, Cap." Eren looks at Levi, "told you she was all talk." He jabs, were you dreaming?

Your heart thumped out of your chest, you never dreamed of Levi taking it this far, especially when he was so professional... "y/n," Levi's finger touches underneath your chin, raising your head to look at the two men, "always teasing me when you do the same to Eren, so slutty, don't you think, cadet?"

Your mouth drops open at his use of words, finally- the game caught up to you, and you were facing the repercussions, "don't be all shy now."

"I'm not-"

"Then if you're not shy, get on your knees and show us how much you’ve wanted us.”

You hesitate to move, but eventually find yourself slowly sliding out of the chair and onto your knees, "not in my office, go in my room." Eren grabs your arm, walking towards his adjoining room, Levi opens the door and permits you to be ushered in by both him and Eren; Eren grabs you by the hair and directs you back onto your knees in front of your captain's bed, "she's so compliant now that she knows we aren't joking anymore," Levi scoffs, standing behind you while Eren is unbuttoning his jeans right in front of your eyes, a combination of anxiousness and warmth growing in the pit of your gut, looking up at him through your eyelashes, licking across your bottom lip hungrily.

"Be a good girl and open for Eren," Levi bunches up your hair from behind, removing it from around your face.

"Yes sir."

Sticking out your tongue, you try to relax your throat once seeing the size of the man, Levi's grip on your hair prevents you from getting a good look at it before his cock is nudging gently into your mouth, down your tongue, and to the back of your throat, fastening your lips around the base of his cock whilst swirling your tongue when he pulls out of your throat, groaning when your tongue works him with ease.

"So good," He hums, grabbing the sides of your face, Levi drops your hair from his hold so Eren can pick up his pace, using his hands to guide you; gagging and choking while he fucks your throat, saliva dripping down your chin, at the verge of tears, you take his length as far as you can manage. Eren grunting and huffing; only throbbing more when he sees the little tears drip down your cheeks. He heaves out of you, your tongue lolled out while strings of spit follow his cock, the men are astonished at the sight of you gasping for air, but they weren't going to tell you that.

"Are you gonna be good for me and our captain, princess?" Eren crouches down to meet your eyes, clever smile on his face, you nod and he stands you up by your armpit.

You had virtually no control over yourself, they were moving you to where they saw fit; right on your hands and knees into the soft plush sheets, "what do you want, y/n?" you listen from behind you, your head is yanked backward, Levi is there, his free hand wrapped around your jugular loosely, his shirt unbuttoned.

"I want you both to fuck me," you gasp out, they both snicker at you.

"Too easy, way too easy, such a fuckin' whore, imagine wanting both of us," Eren taunts, snatching your shorts down to your knees and lifting your shirt to grab onto the thin waistband of your underwear, "you want Jean to fuck you too? Got any other favorites?" Levi shoves you back onto the mattress, your arms catching you while Levi continues to remove your shorts from your knees, tossing them on the floor, rough hands caressing and pulling apart your ass, both men watch your panties slip in the separated cave of your ass, Eren pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

"N-o, only you guys."

"Who do you want more? Me or your other little fucktoy?" Levi sneers, moving to your front, once again lifting you by your chin, keeping you still while Eren rubs his fingers against the soaked cloth. Pulling upwards against your cunt, the pressure making your clit spasm and scream for the touch of his actual fingers, looking desperate and hungry at your captain.

"I- I can't choose."

Your chest rising and falling, Eren is finally relieving you from your panties, fingers instantly meeting your folds and slipping past your entrance with his two fingers, you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, knuckles curving downwards to hook into you and find your sweet spots.

"Well aren't you lucky, you get both of us, even though you don't deserve it," Your captain smirks, getting on his knees, fiddling with the button of his slacks, zipping them down and pushing them past his thighs, "I think she needs to beg for it." He looks at Eren, his erection making itself known from beneath his boxers, fingers quickly scissoring the roots of your hair while he frees himself from his constraints.

"I wanna be your slut- please make me cum." They smile, pleased with your submissiveness.

Cock spilling with precum, he scooches towards your salivating mouth and holds your level to his cock, centimeters away, "so fuckin' wet, can't say I'm surprised you get off to this." Eren's tip rubbing between your folds, collecting the slick that was seeping from your hungry pussy. He pushes into you while Levi is pushing into your mouth, both holes becoming occupied by their pulsating cocks; they longed to fill you up, the torturous teasing you put them through the second you turned eighteen was bound to make them snap- you didn't know what you expected, to be honest, you asked for this.

Eren fucks you slow, savoring the feeling of you clench and suck him in further, pussy stretching from the sheer size of him, veins from the base of his cock hitting and rubbing against the very nerves that were screaming for him to go faster.

Levi fucks deep into your throat, he was about Eren's size, perhaps a little thinner, but he was no match for your throat, choking up the spit from past your throat to lube his cock further. You bring your hand up to assist you, twisting your hand back and forth- up and down while you stimulated his sensitive tip with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks to suck him back in and repeat.

He was becoming unkempt, his mouth ajar with little moans slipping past his lips, hair dangling in front of the sides of his face while his hips bucked back and forth into the depths of your cave.

"My God, so wet."

You moaned against Levi's cock, Eren speeding up and reaching your cervix, your juices slushing and pussy squeaking while he stretches you out. When his hips connected to your backside, you only want to shrivel up more from the pace he was hitting the hole of your tight cervix. Initially, it hurt, but almost instantly it began to feel pleasurable for both you and Eren, he was reaching great lengths inside of you. He's always wanted to fuck you; almost disappointed in himself that he didn't do this before.

"Taking me so well, I can barely fit," he grunts, "you like my cock y/n? Isn't this what you wanted with your bullshit teasing?" he smacks your ass, crying out, his hips jutting back and forth against you mercilessly, sending jolts into every bone of your body.

He slaps you again, your right ass cheeks burning and tingling from the strength of his slap, "fuckin' slut, better be quiet."

Levi pulls out of your throat, finally able to audible out the loud weeps and cries, he throws his hand over your mouth, "shut up before you get us caught."

"Fuck, Eren!" you wail, ignoring Levis commands, gasps and moans fly around the room, his cock filling you perfectly to the point where you felt like you were made to shape him.

"Open." his hand is forcing your jaw open, sticking your panties into your mouth to silence you. You cry into the fabric, the coil twirling up in your stomach, clenching your walls while he drills into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot, sending you into a frenzy.

Levi fists his cock for the time being while Eren is chasing his orgasm, knocking into you- inching you towards your orgasm. The back of your head tingling, your pussy twitching, and your stomach tightening, the room spiraling around you while you drop your head into the mattress, eyes screwed shut; Eren tearing an earth-shattering orgasm out of your body.

You see stars and a bright white consumes you, hands reaching to grasp anything, finding Levi's bicep and digging your nails into his skin for support while Eren's cock bathes in your cum, his hands pressing into the small of your back, "'boutta cum, right in this pretty little pussy." He spits, pinning your back to a better arch, you cry into the sheets when Erens thrusts loosen a little, sporadic and stabbing thrusts until he's panting and dumping a large load of his seed into your cunt, letting out moans and swears of approval. Your body convulsing, wanting to collapse.

Erin's lightheaded, dizzy and sweating, little bangs and baby hairs sticking to his soaked face, watching your cum drip down your thighs, the wetness from your pussy which had soaked his stomach, it was a fucking mess.

Everywhere.

He pulls out of you, your cream coating his cock; snatching a shirt and wiping himself clean, hiking up his boxers, "you're not done. On your back, now."

Without warning nor regard, you're pushed forward into Levi's hands by Eren to get you moving quicker; you slide onto your back, Levi takes charge and steps off the bed, hauling you by the thighs until you're at the edge of the bed, Levi pressing his hands under your thighs, holding them up and letting his cock slap against your cum-filled cunt, biting onto his bottom lip, teasing his cock into you.

He leans down, taking out the pair of underwear from your mouth, "keep quiet, understood?"

Quickly nodding and bracing yourself, happy to feel warm again.

"Did Eren fill you good?" he asks calmly, you nod.

"Yes- Levi."

Levi halts mid-thrust, peeved look on his face, "yes what, y/n?" you swallow hard, throat dry from the cloth.

"Y-yes Captain, he did." You mewl, he nods once before finishing his thrust.

"This pussy is so tight, even after he stretched you out like this?" he huffs, head dipped down- eyes filed to your pussy sucking in his cock so well; hair flopping back and forth, "I told you I was gonna do something about that mouth of yours, didn't I?"

"Y-you did, sir." You wail.

Levi didn't hold back, each of his sharp thrusts made you more tender inside, little cries fall from your swollen lips while Eren sits beside your head, big arm reaching over your face and kneading your boob, he watches them bounce slightly as Levi ruts into you. Rolling your hard erected nipple in between his fingers, "look at that face, are you gonna cum again?" you look up at Eren, who wears a smug look on his face, "are you gonna cum on Captain's cock, y/n?" you whine, trying to remain quieter under your Captain's directions.

"Gonna-" Eren's hand moves once more- over towards your clit.

This was the first time tonight you had felt this overstimulation, hissing in air and biting onto the skin of your lip, hand grasping Eren's wrist as he swirls little- yet strong circles into your clit, your mouth slacks open, “please! Feels so-" another burst of spasms erupting, thighs shaking and clenching around Levi's waist, "f-fuck me- Fuck me harder Captain, please!" You cry, walls convulsing, cum seeping out of you, down your ass and the base of his cock while he fucks you silly, Eren bringing you that much closer to a euphoric feeling again as he rubs your spasming clit.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?" Levi pants, cockhead rubbing against your sensitive and exhausted g-spot.

"Who can fuck you better?" Unable to audible, Eren moves faster around your num.

"Don't disobey our Captain, pretty girl- use your words." Screwing your eyes shut, the two men await your answer.

"I-I don't know- Ah!" Your back arches, core tightening for the second time tonight- body shaking as the following orgasm sends you over the moon, Eren's hand smacked over your mouth, you wail into his hand, Levi pins your legs open, leaning down to fuck into you harder, thrashing into your guts, pussy gushing around him until he is groaning and throwing his head back while he slams into you, his stomach nearly slapping against Eren's fingers, his dick twitching. His cheeks rosy and his muscles flexed.

"Fuck, so good- so tight- keep squeezing-" he breathes.

You're dazed from the rocking of his hips, he slows, catching his breath while he releases, coating your bruised walls with his cum. Your body left empty and quivering as Levi is slipping out of your cunt, Eren handing him the same shirt he used to wipe himself off with; your captain retrieving it and cleaning the amount of cum that was left on his softening dick, moving to you and carefully wiping the inside of your thighs and beaten cunt.

Catching your breath, Levi is picking his boxers up from the floor and pulling them up along with his pants, “don’t stay there forever, my sheets need to be switched.” He states, Eren reaches for your hand and helps you sit up, putting his shirt over your head and you slip through the arms, feet meeting the cold wooden floor, you attempt to stand, your knees buckling, Eren grabs you by the tricep before you land on the floor and sits you back on the bed.

“I think it would look suspicious if I carried you out of here, can you walk?”

You nod, “yeah.”

Standing again, you're able to succeed, reaching for your underwear, Eren already had it swinging around his index finger, “I’ll hold onto these.”

With no willpower to object, you just pull up your shorts and pick up your shoes.

“Walk her back, Jaeger, don't do anything stupid.”

You and Eren both leave your Captain’s office quietly, the hall empty and empty, you and he slowly walk back, you laughed at the thought about how it would be a tough one to explain why Eren was shirtless and you were- quite obviously- wearing his shirt while he holds your stained shirt in his hand.

With great luck, you and he make it without running into anyone, reaching your door, you and him enter and you shut the door behind him.

“Here’s your shirt.”

He watches you as you throw off his shirt, tossing it to him and opening a drawer, and grabbing one of your own.

Before you realize it.

“Uhm, Eren, I forgot my bra.” Glancing down at your bare chest, Eren shrugs it off and laughs.

“Captain wanted to keep something too, princess.”

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jean kirstein x freader x eren jaeger.

includes : smut, threesome, swearing, innocent / naive y/n, taking virginity

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"Do you guys ever stop?!" you bellow, your bedroom filled with the shouting amongst the two men in front of you, their rough voices which completely washed away any interjections you gave.

Sighing, you grab one of your notebooks from your desk, winding up your shoulder, and throwing it at Eren. The book slaps him in the face and he shouts, his hand rubbing his face.

"The fuck y/n!" He screeches, Jean, shutting up right after Eren, hair messy from tugging at it out of frustration. You wondered why a simple conversation about who would be the better gentleman; the better man. We had commenced in the formal meeting area- your room- hours ago, to study; hence the notebook used to bonk Eren's pitiful face, "you don't get it." He huffs.

"You two better stop acting childish before I kick you out." Walking between them and plopping down on your bed, pleased to see that the battle had now dwindled from your -very- empty threat. You couldn't kick them out even if you wanted to.

Everyone at school was very well acquainted with the fact that Jean and Eren both had a persistent problem of rivalry, they fought about everything; from who had the better penmanship, better wardrobes, better walk, to who was prettier.... yes, prettier.

Eren stubbornly sits on one corner of the bed, traversing his legs with his back pressed against the wall, Kerstein made himself relaxed in your desk chair, "as I was saying, before I was so impolitely interrupted-" you snort, glancing at the two men, "you both are gentleman, but it's more than just how you talk to a girl."

"Yeah don't be ridiculous, I'm good at more than you think y/n." Jean boasts, smirking and tauntingly glaring at Eren who returns the glare, hair seeping down his shoulders as he rolls his eyes at the cocky Kerstein.

"I'm a sex god, I can sex anyone up, anytime- anywhere." Jean lunging to his feet and stupidly rocking his hips side to side like the fuck-boy he knows he is, virtually wearing it like a badge. Eren and you snickered at him.

Jean grunts, finger in the air tauntingly, "alright! It's not that funny anymore! Quit laughing!" tears brimming your eyes, chest aching from laughing, the blonde now taking into account that you two were more laughing at him, rather than with him.

Defensively, he shouts, "Keep laughing, virgin." Jean grins, squatting back down in the chair dramatically.

"I can name plenty of girls who want to get with me." Eren retorts. Laying your back against the headboard, listening as Eren spews stories about the 'countless sexcapades' he has with girls every week and the 'countless' girls who plead to fuck him on the daily.

"So childish, especially for a couple of university students."

You're dismissed again, "Y/n, who do you think would be better in bed, be honest!" you evaluate the question as much as you could, not to mention how hard it was to even imagine.

Simply putting it, you were a prude.

They wait hastily for your reply, curious to what you had to say, the silence provoking them to shuffle in their seats.

"I think... hm, Jean." Eren groans out in defeat, Jean cackling and throwing his head back, Eren pouts and crosses his arms, huffing out.

"You know what, how the fuck would you know anyway, huh?" rolling your eyes, Jean who is taking his sweatshirt off and hanging it off your chair, heeding to Eren, who is still weeping, "Jean, that doesn't count, she's never gotten with either of us, to begin with, her judgment doesn't count." Declaring matter-of-factly, Jean rubs his chin with his thumb and index, looking into the distance like he was contemplating to speak.

You watched as Eren stands in annoyance, his arms still crossed, "I mean, we could show her, but-"

"-We should, then it'll be fair."

Left in utter shock, were they insinuating you do something so delusional and sinful with your two closest friends? wouldn't that ruin years of friendship? Have they no morals? And to think Eren would have a little more decency.

"No, no way, don't be ridiculous."

Jean sucks his teeth, leaning in his chair so his elbows sat on his knees, the energy in the room had drastically changed, they were now watching you, making your hands anxiously tremble, their eyes scanning yours, while you tried to look at anything but them, heart out of your chest and now in your throat, they sat so relaxed, so casual like the proposition of sex didn't even phase them.

"C'mon, I want you to tell us who's better, you're our best friend, you're the best one to determine who's best." Jean pouts, this was a very clear-detectable manipulation, and you were not inept.

"Are you trying to manipulate me, Kirstein?" he shakes his head, leisurely stretching back into the chair, "because if you are it won't work on me." Jean peeks over to Eren, looking to be affirmed.

Eren plays with the hem of his shirt, a smug look on his lips, looking down to attempt to hide it.

Both men have talked about getting you to become their little toy, countless times at dinner with all the other cadets to embarrass you- or during the summer when you wore shorts to practice with your gear, sparring with a tank top, they both imagined unholy things, things you would believe to be appalling. "How about- better kisser?" tilting your head, that wasn't so much worse.

"Yeah, we've nearly kissed before too," Jean interjects, he saw your eyebrows scrunch, looking mindless, eyes so naive, his head full of vile thoughts, ways he and Eren could corrupt you, tear you open, and leave you begging for more. But they clearly couldn't let you know what they talked about.

So innocent.

"Sharing drinks," nodding slowly, the boys internally prayed you would loosen up only just a little, just a foot in the door so they could kick the fucking door down and break you in- they both figured it was about time anyways; you were a college student and hadn't done anything?

But you had not even a clue, that dumb little head of yours, how could you not comprehend their tactics. This was their way to get your legs open? This was laughable to them; too easy.

Dragging your ass across the bed, not leaning on the wall anymore; you sat criss-cross in the middle of the mattress, center of their attention, "I guess you're right." Mind racing, Jean would never talk to you again if you had said no to at least kissing, and Eren would probably get upset with you, not eager in being your friend, most likely following in his friend's lead.

Jean rolls closer to the side of the bed in your chair, not even a foot away from you.

"I can go first, Eren?" Eren nods, he was beyond delighted, this was fucking crazy. Truth was, Eren, who was seldom nervous over this type of thing; yet he was envious that Jean could be so... persistent; wishing he could be the same. With Jean grabbing your chin, such a pretty face you had, especially when you were anxious.

Easy to mold, easy to manipulate you; to do whatever he wanted with a bat of his eyelashes and a polite smile.

And here he was- in the back of his head - telling himself that he needed to teach you not to be so susceptible from now on.

He squanders no time, capturing your lips with his own, moving in a swift and low action, you kiss him back. He was incredible, it was at the perfect pace, the residing taste of mint gum that filled your mouth.

No wonder the girls loved Jean so much.

His thumb caressing your cheek which sent little cringes of anxiety throughout your body- realizing you had to kiss Eren after this, this was going to make you so dirty, but how could you kiss Jean and leave your other friend out? How unreasonable that would be.

Eren's abrupt words make you jump, "alright horse face, stop hogging and share." Jean pulls back, lips light rosy pink, even a little swollen, he rolls backward in the chair, the other young man sits up in front of you while still comfortable on the bed.

Instead of Jean's approach, Eren tilts your head, kissing your jawline first, tensing up from the ticklish feeling, soft lips establishing morale towards your choice in agreeing to do what they asserted; it wasn't that terrible after all.

He kisses up to the corner of your mouth and then slowly kisses you on the lips, eyes fluttering closed, drunk off his smell, stomach doing backflips.

Gradually pulling back, he's smiling like a fool before scooching backward back to his spot.

"Who do you think was better?" Jean rushes, blushing and looking to your lap, thumbs playing with each other, subconsciously hoping they would do a little more.  You didn't know who was better, they both were so good, too good.

"I don't know, you both are really good,"

Jean was going mad, you tasted so fucking good, and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, trying to remain relaxed.

Eren's dick twitching in his pants when he heard you finally say his name instead of Kerstein's, he was ecstatic...

Jean stands and scoffs, "alright I'll give him that, but I'm good at everything else. Eren s' a fucking virgin boy." biting your tongue, you felt guilty, Jean was really good, telling yourself 'maybe I should stop being so uptight, they would never actually hurt me.' Eren sees you ponder, looking into space while you stewed on your sentiments, Jean with no awareness as he rambles on and on about how experienced he is.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, anxious, you needed to make the first move- you needed to make this right.

Slowly, making sure they're both watching, you begin to unbutton your blouse, bottom-up.

"What are you doing?"

"You two wanted to show me who was better?"

Jean's eyes bug out of his head, smile growing across his face, Eren stands, embarrassed from your suggestion, they were nearly jumping for joy, "but I don't know ho-"

Jean jerked your shoulders, "relax," He whispers, out comes a shaky breath when his hands waste no time to finish unbuttoning your top. "You trust us, you wanna' feel good, right?"

The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart; could it have been any louder?

Blouse wide open for both of them to see your chest. Eren, who sat inches from you tugged at the fabric on your right shoulder, "so pretty- look at these Eren," Jean's large hands cupping your tits, sitting pretty in your bra, your throat grows increasingly dry, the feeling in between your legs tingling, though, you had no idea how to interpret it.

Eren stands back up, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friend, his hand caressing down your back and gripping at the flesh of your skin.

Looking at them as they stare at your chest, their hands all over you. "Do you know how to do anything at all?" Eren asks, shaking his head, he looks at Jean and pulls his hand back, "Jean and I are gonna ake care of you."

"Yeah, okay." Jean pushing you on your back, legs barely open, unbuttoned your pants, tugging them off hungrily. Both looking at you with lust-filled eyes, they had never seen you like this; so bare. Your legs are propped up so Jean and Eren can both stand before them. Their hands trailing up your jittery thighs.

"I'll get you ready, yeah? I don't want to hurt you." Responding with a simple nod, Jean is crouching down so his head is leveled to your clothed cunt, Eren sits back on the bed and slides his hand under your back; with one hand, he's unclasping your bra and peeling it off your body, his soft hands massaging your tits, nipples sensitive when his thumbs spend extra time on them.

Nerves doubling over when Jean's hands now pulling down your matching panties, head snapping up, legs shutting to deter them, Eren pushing you back down. "Calm down, you'll be fine." He reassures.

Eren feeling the soft skin, under his hands, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, Jean dragging his large hands in between your thighs, "have you ever fingered yourself y/n? Made yourself cum?" beyond embarrassed, the way they were taking their time on you, slowly feeling you up, you were almost becoming frustrated. Shaking your head, Jean clicks his tongue, "this might feel weird, but you trust us, right?" An audible gasp is shot out of your mouth when his middle finger is raking up between your folds.

Hissing out as he adds another finger, both of them running up and down your slick pussy, pressing down on a bundle of nerves, "feels- weird!" the more he played around with your sensitive clit, the more your leg twitched, the ticking feeling filling up your stomach, core flexing as he repeated his offense, the same sensitive rubs as his two fingers curled and fucked into you.

"Jean-” He was going so slow, making sure he didn't stretch you out too much, he needed to save that for later.

"Here, come taste."

Eren's grabbing Jean's hand, your tongue lolling out, his coated fingers dragging down your tongue, lips wrapping around his digits, tasting the juices from your cunt.

"Tastes good, right?" fingers still deep in your mouth, you're nodding like a fool, Jean smiling at the sight of the reaction bestowed on your face, the taste of your cum tainting your tastebuds; "of course she likes it, look at her, she wants more."

Eren nods in return, he leans down over you, soft hair falling on your chest as he leaves wet little kisses down your chest, peppering you with his lips down to your belly button.

Watching Jean, who is getting on the bed beside you, his knees next to your head, Eren jumping into action to take his best friends place, his sweats falling low just blow his v- line, he pushes them down, craning your neck to look up at Jean who his also pulling down his pants.

Your throat squeezes shut, lifting your head, "I don't you think that I-" Jean's hand grabbing your hair to silence you, jerking your neck up.

"Don't worry, I told you we'll help you."

"Jean, chill out a little." Eren mumbles, your head getting dropped back onto the bed, eyes fixated on Eren's wide torso, the tent in his boxers which made your mouth water, "I'll go slow, okay?" Palming his cock through his boxers, he holds your legs from under your knees, his boxers just under his cock, sliding his hand down and removes the little bit of coverage he had left. Your eyes widening, he spits in his hand, stroking his throbbing tip a few times with his thumb before adjusting forward and rubbing his raw cock up against your slicked pussy.

The feeling of Eren's thick tip squeezing inside of you makes you cry out in pain, the stinging pain of Eren taking his time to slide into you, fitting into you as much as he can.

Jean pinning your arms up above your head, tears spilling from your eyes, "h-hurts!" you whine, Jean beside you pumping his cock in his fist.

"So fuckin' tight, no wonder it hurts so bad." His hands pinning your legs open and up, he pulls out.

Without warning, he picks up speed, your body curling up from the pressure.

“I forgot what virgin pussy feels like, so tight-” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the way he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, he needed this so bad.

The pressure soon becomes desirable, wanting to feel it everything he thrusts into you, your complaints soon turn to moans, looking at jean through your eyelashes while he's fixated on the way your boobs bounce while Eren dives deeper into you.

"Don't forget to help Jean out, remember?"

You're situating yourself up on your elbows, turning your body so your head is between Jean's thighs, he's pushing your hair back and holding it in a loose but sufficient grip, "let me guide you."

His thumb swipes down your bottom lip, opening your jaw, tongue sliding past your lips to wrap around his cock like it's instinct.

"Good, just like that," he groans, his hand on the back of your head guiding you further down the base of his cock, Eren fucking you slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls clench around him, sucking him in, he could stay like this forever.

Your neck uncomfortably stretched to pleasure Jean made it all the more painful when he started pushing down the back of your throat; harder to catch your breath, harder to swallow the saliva that was seeping up the back of your throat, trying not to cough around his length.

"Been waitin’ too long for this,” Eren grunts, the lewd noises of his hits snapping against yours on one end while your nose is barely brushing against Jean’s hair around his stomach.

Jean slowly pulls out of your throat, drool following, giving you the chance to speak, “Eren, h-hot!” you cried, your stomach twisting, pussy squelching around his wide cock, head dizzy as you begin to feel like your floating.

Jean sees your body shake from beside him, while he pumps his cock in his free hand, his other hand is kneading your tit in his hand. “Oi, I think she's gonna cum- c’mon it's gonna feel so good, you're so close, pretty girl.” Eren drilling into you with your legs pinned open, moaning and gasping for air as you feel your hole spasm, body tingling as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“C- I'm cumming!” your hand on Eren’s pec, pushing against him to ease the pressure of his cock buried fully inside of you, “f-fuck! Fuck, Eren!” his body sticky on top of yours, thighs uncomfortably stuck to his waist.

“God, can stay like this all day.” You panted like a dog, blinking the blurred vision out of your eyes from the blinding orgasm.

Jean’s getting off the bed, slapping your thigh to sign for Eren to get off of you, “I hope you can take it, pretty girl.” The brunette pulling up his boxers and sitting on the bed where Jean was just seated.

A panting mess, Jeans tearing you from your spot and pushing you on your hands and knees, Jean presses against the small of your back, pushing you into a deeper arch, abused pussy mere inches away from another cock.

Eren picks your head up by your hair, an evil smile growing on his face as he sees your face twist with pleasure, Jean pushing into your cunt, a mixture of his best friends’ cum already leaking out of your cunt, “gonna fill you some more, just stay still for me, okay?”

He holds your hips in place, the further his cock sunk into you, the more it hurt, the more he stretched you out, the more you were split open by the intimidating of him.

“If you keep squeezin’ me like that, ” he spits, unable to finish his sentence.

He thrusts into you from behind, held grounded in place as Jean ruts into your pussy mercilessly, Eren watching you cry and beg for stupid little nothings.

Cream covering his cock, feeling your walls tighten around him, he snakes his hand over your thigh, and to your clit, rubbing lose and light circles around the bud, your legs quivering, back jolting up from the overstimulation, “hm, what did I say about stating still?” ripping away from your clit, you whine and your back is pushed back down.

Jean mere inches away from climax, hips sputtering against your backside as you feel your juices drip down your thigh, sticking to his stomach.

Your head drops into the mattress.

“Pretty girl, we're far from done with you,” Eren’s purring into your ear, “dont give up now, we haven't gotten to the best part.”

The pad of Jean’s thumb is pressing against the rim of your tight, pretty virgin ass, “you can trust us, we haven't hurt you yet, have we?”

Nodding, this was only the beginning of a very- very long night. One of many, actually.

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hey guys, i think it’s time i lift my hiatus and start up my page again. here’s some things that have happened to me recently i feel the need to fill y’all in on.

- got a job, i’m working and making that coin xp

- ended a relationship with a boy, but i’m okay. i’ve been meditating and working out, doing affirmations. so i’m not sad! people come and go.

- brainstorming for a new fic idea- yes! i’ve been missing your guys’ love :((.

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A man is buying a banana, an apple and two eggs. The cashier says: “you must be single”

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hey guys, starting today, i will be removing my; My Hero Academia masterlist link from my page. i’m cleaning house, and it is a very stressful job to relink every single fic. i will not delete them, but it will not be located on my ‘masterlist’ section any further.

i’m sorry if you enjoyed them, you can always still search them up on my page, but since discontinuing writing them, i see no point in spending hours relinking them. i’m sorry. hope you understand!

i will take requests though, drabbles are quick, simple and i still love the show.

#my hero academia

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we're your best friends.

jean kirstein x freader x eren jaeger.

includes : smut, threesome, swearing, innocent / naive y/n, taking virginity

word count : 3,4k

a / n , thank you for 400 ( 450 as of 3 / 8 / 21 ) , i love you all <3 you're all so special to me and i’m grateful for you. i hope we can grow together as a big ole’ happy family !

"Do you guys ever stop?!" you bellow, your bedroom filled with the shouting amongst the two men in front of you, their rough voices which completely washed away any interjections you gave.

Sighing, you grab one of your notebooks from your desk, winding up your shoulder, and throwing it at Eren. The book slaps him in the face and he shouts, his hand rubbing his face.

"The fuck y/n!" He screeches, Jean, shutting up right after Eren, hair messy from tugging at it out of frustration. You wondered why a simple conversation about who would be the better gentleman; the better man. We had commenced in the formal meeting area- your room- hours ago, to study; hence the notebook used to bonk Eren's pitiful face, "you don't get it." He huffs.

"You two better stop acting childish before I kick you out." Walking between them and plopping down on your bed, pleased to see that the battle had now dwindled from your -very- empty threat. You couldn't kick them out even if you wanted to.

Everyone at school was very well acquainted with the fact that Jean and Eren both had a persistent problem of rivalry, they fought about everything; from who had the better penmanship, better wardrobes, better walk, to who was prettier.... yes, prettier.

Eren stubbornly sits on one corner of the bed, traversing his legs with his back pressed against the wall, Kerstein made himself relaxed in your desk chair, "as I was saying, before I was so impolitely interrupted-" you snort, glancing at the two men, "you both are gentleman, but it's more than just how you talk to a girl."

"Yeah don't be ridiculous, I'm good at more than you think y/n." Jean boasts, smirking and tauntingly glaring at Eren who returns the glare, hair seeping down his shoulders as he rolls his eyes at the cocky Kerstein.

"I'm a sex god, I can sex anyone up, anytime- anywhere." Jean lunging to his feet and stupidly rocking his hips side to side like the fuck-boy he knows he is, virtually wearing it like a badge. Eren and you snickered at him.

Jean grunts, finger in the air tauntingly, "alright! It's not that funny anymore! Quit laughing!" tears brimming your eyes, chest aching from laughing, the blonde now taking into account that you two were more laughing at him, rather than with him.

Defensively, he shouts, "Keep laughing, virgin." Jean grins, squatting back down in the chair dramatically.

"I can name plenty of girls who want to get with me." Eren retorts. Laying your back against the headboard, listening as Eren spews stories about the 'countless sexcapades' he has with girls every week and the 'countless' girls who plead to fuck him on the daily.

"So childish, especially for a couple of university students."

You're dismissed again, "Y/n, who do you think would be better in bed, be honest!" you evaluate the question as much as you could, not to mention how hard it was to even imagine.

Simply putting it, you were a prude.

They wait hastily for your reply, curious to what you had to say, the silence provoking them to shuffle in their seats.

"I think... hm, Jean." Eren groans out in defeat, Jean cackling and throwing his head back, Eren pouts and crosses his arms, huffing out.

"You know what, how the fuck would you know anyway, huh?" rolling your eyes, Jean who is taking his sweatshirt off and hanging it off your chair, heeding to Eren, who is still weeping, "Jean, that doesn't count, she's never gotten with either of us, to begin with, her judgment doesn't count." Declaring matter-of-factly, Jean rubs his chin with his thumb and index, looking into the distance like he was contemplating to speak.

You watched as Eren stands in annoyance, his arms still crossed, "I mean, we could show her, but-"

"-We should, then it'll be fair."

Left in utter shock, were they insinuating you do something so delusional and sinful with your two closest friends? wouldn't that ruin years of friendship? Have they no morals? And to think Eren would have a little more decency.

"No, no way, don't be ridiculous."

Jean sucks his teeth, leaning in his chair so his elbows sat on his knees, the energy in the room had drastically changed, they were now watching you, making your hands anxiously tremble, their eyes scanning yours, while you tried to look at anything but them, heart out of your chest and now in your throat, they sat so relaxed, so casual like the proposition of sex didn't even phase them.

"C'mon, I want you to tell us who's better, you're our best friend, you're the best one to determine who's best." Jean pouts, this was a very clear-detectable manipulation, and you were not inept.

"Are you trying to manipulate me, Kirstein?" he shakes his head, leisurely stretching back into the chair, "because if you are it won't work on me." Jean peeks over to Eren, looking to be affirmed.

Eren plays with the hem of his shirt, a smug look on his lips, looking down to attempt to hide it.

Both men have talked about getting you to become their little toy, countless times at dinner with all the other cadets to embarrass you- or during the summer when you wore shorts to practice with your gear, sparring with a tank top, they both imagined unholy things, things you would believe to be appalling. "How about- better kisser?" tilting your head, that wasn't so much worse.

"Yeah, we've nearly kissed before too," Jean interjects, he saw your eyebrows scrunch, looking mindless, eyes so naive, his head full of vile thoughts, ways he and Eren could corrupt you, tear you open, and leave you begging for more. But they clearly couldn't let you know what they talked about.

So innocent.

"Sharing drinks," nodding slowly, the boys internally prayed you would loosen up only just a little, just a foot in the door so they could kick the fucking door down and break you in- they both figured it was about time anyways; you were a college student and hadn't done anything?

But you had not even a clue, that dumb little head of yours, how could you not comprehend their tactics. This was their way to get your legs open? This was laughable to them; too easy.

Dragging your ass across the bed, not leaning on the wall anymore; you sat criss-cross in the middle of the mattress, center of their attention, "I guess you're right." Mind racing, Jean would never talk to you again if you had said no to at least kissing, and Eren would probably get upset with you, not eager in being your friend, most likely following in his friend's lead.

Jean rolls closer to the side of the bed in your chair, not even a foot away from you.

"I can go first, Eren?" Eren nods, he was beyond delighted, this was fucking crazy. Truth was, Eren, who was seldom nervous over this type of thing; yet he was envious that Jean could be so... persistent; wishing he could be the same. With Jean grabbing your chin, such a pretty face you had, especially when you were anxious.

Easy to mold, easy to manipulate you; to do whatever he wanted with a bat of his eyelashes and a polite smile.

And here he was- in the back of his head - telling himself that he needed to teach you not to be so susceptible from now on.

He squanders no time, capturing your lips with his own, moving in a swift and low action, you kiss him back. He was incredible, it was at the perfect pace, the residing taste of mint gum that filled your mouth.

No wonder the girls loved Jean so much.

His thumb caressing your cheek which sent little cringes of anxiety throughout your body- realizing you had to kiss Eren after this, this was going to make you so dirty, but how could you kiss Jean and leave your other friend out? How unreasonable that would be.

Eren's abrupt words make you jump, "alright horse face, stop hogging and share." Jean pulls back, lips light rosy pink, even a little swollen, he rolls backward in the chair, the other young man sits up in front of you while still comfortable on the bed.

Instead of Jean's approach, Eren tilts your head, kissing your jawline first, tensing up from the ticklish feeling, soft lips establishing morale towards your choice in agreeing to do what they asserted; it wasn't that terrible after all.

He kisses up to the corner of your mouth and then slowly kisses you on the lips, eyes fluttering closed, drunk off his smell, stomach doing backflips.

Gradually pulling back, he's smiling like a fool before scooching backward back to his spot.

"Who do you think was better?" Jean rushes, blushing and looking to your lap, thumbs playing with each other, subconsciously hoping they would do a little more.  You didn't know who was better, they both were so good, too good.

"I don't know, you both are really good,"

Jean was going mad, you tasted so fucking good, and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, trying to remain relaxed.

Eren's dick twitching in his pants when he heard you finally say his name instead of Kerstein's, he was ecstatic...

Jean stands and scoffs, "alright I'll give him that, but I'm good at everything else. Eren s' a fucking virgin boy." biting your tongue, you felt guilty, Jean was really good, telling yourself 'maybe I should stop being so uptight, they would never actually hurt me.' Eren sees you ponder, looking into space while you stewed on your sentiments, Jean with no awareness as he rambles on and on about how experienced he is.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, anxious, you needed to make the first move- you needed to make this right.

Slowly, making sure they're both watching, you begin to unbutton your blouse, bottom-up.

"What are you doing?"

"You two wanted to show me who was better?"

Jean's eyes bug out of his head, smile growing across his face, Eren stands, embarrassed from your suggestion, they were nearly jumping for joy, "but I don't know ho-"

Jean jerked your shoulders, "relax," He whispers, out comes a shaky breath when his hands waste no time to finish unbuttoning your top. "You trust us, you wanna' feel good, right?"

The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart; could it have been any louder?

Blouse wide open for both of them to see your chest. Eren, who sat inches from you tugged at the fabric on your right shoulder, "so pretty- look at these Eren," Jean's large hands cupping your tits, sitting pretty in your bra, your throat grows increasingly dry, the feeling in between your legs tingling, though, you had no idea how to interpret it.

Eren stands back up, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friend, his hand caressing down your back and gripping at the flesh of your skin.

Looking at them as they stare at your chest, their hands all over you. "Do you know how to do anything at all?" Eren asks, shaking his head, he looks at Jean and pulls his hand back, "Jean and I are gonna ake care of you."

"Yeah, okay." Jean pushing you on your back, legs barely open, unbuttoned your pants, tugging them off hungrily. Both looking at you with lust-filled eyes, they had never seen you like this; so bare. Your legs are propped up so Jean and Eren can both stand before them. Their hands trailing up your jittery thighs.

"I'll get you ready, yeah? I don't want to hurt you." Responding with a simple nod, Jean is crouching down so his head is leveled to your clothed cunt, Eren sits back on the bed and slides his hand under your back; with one hand, he's unclasping your bra and peeling it off your body, his soft hands massaging your tits, nipples sensitive when his thumbs spend extra time on them.

Nerves doubling over when Jean's hands now pulling down your matching panties, head snapping up, legs shutting to deter them, Eren pushing you back down. "Calm down, you'll be fine." He reassures.

Eren feeling the soft skin, under his hands, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, Jean dragging his large hands in between your thighs, "have you ever fingered yourself y/n? Made yourself cum?" beyond embarrassed, the way they were taking their time on you, slowly feeling you up, you were almost becoming frustrated. Shaking your head, Jean clicks his tongue, "this might feel weird, but you trust us, right?" An audible gasp is shot out of your mouth when his middle finger is raking up between your folds.

Hissing out as he adds another finger, both of them running up and down your slick pussy, pressing down on a bundle of nerves, "feels- weird!" the more he played around with your sensitive clit, the more your leg twitched, the ticking feeling filling up your stomach, core flexing as he repeated his offense, the same sensitive rubs as his two fingers curled and fucked into you.

"Jean-” He was going so slow, making sure he didn't stretch you out too much, he needed to save that for later.

"Here, come taste."

Eren's grabbing Jean's hand, your tongue lolling out, his coated fingers dragging down your tongue, lips wrapping around his digits, tasting the juices from your cunt.

"Tastes good, right?" fingers still deep in your mouth, you're nodding like a fool, Jean smiling at the sight of the reaction bestowed on your face, the taste of your cum tainting your tastebuds; "of course she likes it, look at her, she wants more."

Eren nods in return, he leans down over you, soft hair falling on your chest as he leaves wet little kisses down your chest, peppering you with his lips down to your belly button.

Watching Jean, who is getting on the bed beside you, his knees next to your head, Eren jumping into action to take his best friends place, his sweats falling low just blow his v- line, he pushes them down, craning your neck to look up at Jean who his also pulling down his pants.

Your throat squeezes shut, lifting your head, "I don't you think that I-" Jean's hand grabbing your hair to silence you, jerking your neck up.

"Don't worry, I told you we'll help you."

"Jean, chill out a little." Eren mumbles, your head getting dropped back onto the bed, eyes fixated on Eren's wide torso, the tent in his boxers which made your mouth water, "I'll go slow, okay?" Palming his cock through his boxers, he holds your legs from under your knees, his boxers just under his cock, sliding his hand down and removes the little bit of coverage he had left. Your eyes widening, he spits in his hand, stroking his throbbing tip a few times with his thumb before adjusting forward and rubbing his raw cock up against your slicked pussy.

The feeling of Eren's thick tip squeezing inside of you makes you cry out in pain, the stinging pain of Eren taking his time to slide into you, fitting into you as much as he can.

Jean pinning your arms up above your head, tears spilling from your eyes, "h-hurts!" you whine, Jean beside you pumping his cock in his fist.

"So fuckin' tight, no wonder it hurts so bad." His hands pinning your legs open and up, he pulls out.

Without warning, he picks up speed, your body curling up from the pressure.

“I forgot what virgin pussy feels like, so tight-” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the way he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, he needed this so bad.

The pressure soon becomes desirable, wanting to feel it everything he thrusts into you, your complaints soon turn to moans, looking at jean through your eyelashes while he's fixated on the way your boobs bounce while Eren dives deeper into you.

"Don't forget to help Jean out, remember?"

You're situating yourself up on your elbows, turning your body so your head is between Jean's thighs, he's pushing your hair back and holding it in a loose but sufficient grip, "let me guide you."

His thumb swipes down your bottom lip, opening your jaw, tongue sliding past your lips to wrap around his cock like it's instinct.

"Good, just like that," he groans, his hand on the back of your head guiding you further down the base of his cock, Eren fucking you slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls clench around him, sucking him in, he could stay like this forever.

Your neck uncomfortably stretched to pleasure Jean made it all the more painful when he started pushing down the back of your throat; harder to catch your breath, harder to swallow the saliva that was seeping up the back of your throat, trying not to cough around his length.

"Been waitin’ too long for this,” Eren grunts, the lewd noises of his hits snapping against yours on one end while your nose is barely brushing against Jean’s hair around his stomach.

Jean slowly pulls out of your throat, drool following, giving you the chance to speak, “Eren, h-hot!” you cried, your stomach twisting, pussy squelching around his wide cock, head dizzy as you begin to feel like your floating.

Jean sees your body shake from beside him, while he pumps his cock in his free hand, his other hand is kneading your tit in his hand. “Oi, I think she's gonna cum- c’mon it's gonna feel so good, you're so close, pretty girl.” Eren drilling into you with your legs pinned open, moaning and gasping for air as you feel your hole spasm, body tingling as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“C- I'm cumming!” your hand on Eren’s pec, pushing against him to ease the pressure of his cock buried fully inside of you, “f-fuck! Fuck, Eren!” his body sticky on top of yours, thighs uncomfortably stuck to his waist.

“God, can stay like this all day.” You panted like a dog, blinking the blurred vision out of your eyes from the blinding orgasm.

Jean’s getting off the bed, slapping your thigh to sign for Eren to get off of you, “I hope you can take it, pretty girl.” The brunette pulling up his boxers and sitting on the bed where Jean was just seated.

A panting mess, Jeans tearing you from your spot and pushing you on your hands and knees, Jean presses against the small of your back, pushing you into a deeper arch, abused pussy mere inches away from another cock.

Eren picks your head up by your hair, an evil smile growing on his face as he sees your face twist with pleasure, Jean pushing into your cunt, a mixture of his best friends’ cum already leaking out of your cunt, “gonna fill you some more, just stay still for me, okay?”

He holds your hips in place, the further his cock sunk into you, the more it hurt, the more he stretched you out, the more you were split open by the intimidating of him.

“If you keep squeezin’ me like that, ” he spits, unable to finish his sentence.

He thrusts into you from behind, held grounded in place as Jean ruts into your pussy mercilessly, Eren watching you cry and beg for stupid little nothings.

Cream covering his cock, feeling your walls tighten around him, he snakes his hand over your thigh, and to your clit, rubbing lose and light circles around the bud, your legs quivering, back jolting up from the overstimulation, “hm, what did I say about stating still?” ripping away from your clit, you whine and your back is pushed back down.

Jean mere inches away from climax, hips sputtering against your backside as you feel your juices drip down your thigh, sticking to his stomach.

Your head drops into the mattress.

“Pretty girl, we're far from done with you,” Eren’s purring into your ear, “dont give up now, we haven't gotten to the best part.”

The pad of Jean’s thumb is pressing against the rim of your tight, pretty virgin ass, “you can trust us, we haven't hurt you yet, have we?”

Nodding, this was only the beginning of a very- very long night. One of many, actually.

[sweettodo]

Promiscuous.

⟿ Levi Ackerman x freader x Eren Jaeger

Includes : threesome, swearing, smut.

word count : 4,5k.

for 300 followers, i promised i would bless you all with a few stories. this was a tough plot to come up with b/c the age difference, but i always come thru :)). enjoy. thank you for 300 friends, readers, and fans. one more story on the way, hope you like !!

Being in the scouts wasn't necessarily all that bad, especially when you had all the strong, agile men to look at all day long.

You didn't bite your tongue, the gushy, teenage girl flirtatiousness that you bestowed upon not one, not two, but a good sum of the boys you worked and trained with every day. Most of whom were your closest friends, who put up with your promiscuousness. For the most part, they fed into it, reciprocating the behavior. But it couldn't be avoided that you took a special liking towards your Captain; Mr. Ackerman himself.

Call it unnatural, call it unusual, but you had a justification for liking him so much. If he said the right thing in the right context, your knees would be shaky and weak, for instance, when he demanded you to 'shut up' half-jokingly for fooling around with Connie too much. You left training that day with a waterfall between your legs, leaving you stunned for at least a week.

The ideas in your head were endless and slightly disturbing. There was no denying you were captivated by him, and he knew it.

Not to mention he took a fondness to you too...

Well, not how you quite anticipated him too. He just believed you were a capable scout, thus him taking you under his wing with your friends. Leaving aside your whorish comments. He took your ignorant attitude with a grain of salt, not allotting you the time of the day- which only made it more of a challenge to get what you yearned much for.

He would scoff, walk away and roll his eyes, reprimanding you on behaving yourself and acting your age. You were 19, you were acting your age, 'I could be worse,' you mumbled under your breath.

Being the species of girl who was drawn to a particular type of man, power play, that sharp attitude which one with a level head and a drop of common sense would take as a definite red flag, the type of man that would punish you for being horny or bratty- you could only dream- it was also clear you couldn't bluff and say that you didn't favor the infamous Eren Jaeger: the strong-willed, wild, dominant and overbearing youthful man. He could command you to get on your knees, and you would in a flash.

Alas, you would not be seeing the pearly gates with what went through your mind about the long-haired, tall, demanding man. On the plus side-unlike Levi- Eren enjoyed the attention you gave him, he played the game with you.

And he played the game good- you liked it.

On numerous occasions, you would be more than touchy with Eren, the little 'not so serious' back rub, or a hand on his thigh under the table to make him hot and bothered. And once or twice, the rare make-out session in an alleyway while your friends shopped or by the stable of horses one time when you were sixteen. Though the sexual tension grew once you turned eighteen when you two were less apt to get in trouble for your conduct- yet you never took it all the way, liking the idea of having him on his toes every time he saw you.

Anyways, today was different than most days, you all were honored with a few days of relaxing, sleeping in, and extra time to eat and shower with no training, or missions.

Appreciating the peace, you lay in your bed buried under the blankets half asleep, taking in the unusual time of relaxation. While nearing slumber again, you're rudely interrupted. A pounding on your door riddles throughout your body, frightening you half to death, you flinch, sitting up in an instant.

"Food! y/n." oh, it was Connie.

You untangle from the blankets, sauntering to your wardrobe, and pulling out a regular old white shirt with shorts. The heat was not something to take lightly around here, you could collapse and suffer from a heat stroke if you weren't careful, so you rolled up your shorts a little and slipped on shoes, taming your hair and heading out of your messy room towards the mess hall, eyes finding your friends and groggily plunging into the bench besides Eren and your other buddies, "sleep well?" Connie laughs, you scowl at him.

"Yea! I was dreamin' about you too! Too bad you ruined it, I was just getting to the good part."

Connie laughs and shakes his head, shoveling food down into his mouth, "I don't even wanna know what that dream was about." Jean grumbles, ruffling his hair to remove it from his clammy forehead; Jean was a difficult one to crack, he usually blushed and would cut your trifling demeanor right off at the knees, he was more for Mikasa's quiet and ethical personality.

"Shut it Kirstein- I do!" Connie protests, you wink at him.

"I'll tell you when I get you alone, how 'bout that Springer?"

Eren could be heard from your left, snorting, you glance over and see his arm raise and head towards your back, yanking your bra and snapping it back against your skin, you unleash an 'ouch' and attempt to reach back and rub the area, "White shirt with a red bra underneath? Who're you tryna' impress?" You shrug.

"Captain, of course."

"More like you dressed in the dark this morning." Eren bullies.

"Captain, what?" Connie and Sasha childishly roll and bounce around in their seats, bellowing laughter while you slowly turn around to face your boss, he reiterates one more time before you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck.

"Talking about how good my boss looks today," the words that roll off your tongue make The tense up and sigh in annoyance, beginning to walk away, you pout, tilting your head, "am I wrong?"

"Keep it up, y/n, I'll have you in a cell indefinitely if you continue this adolescent behavior." He doesn't look twice at you, leaving as quickly as he came. Halting your comments right as they came flying out of your mouth, he had to have been enjoying them! Perhaps a little.

Right as the man in charge begins to leave the hall, he stops, peers his head over to meet your eyes.

"-In chains." Your eyes widen, a perverted grin growing onto your face, looking left to right baffled, 'in chains?' gawking to see if any of your friends noticed the innuendo, but it seemed they were well absorbed in their own business.

But someone heard him.

"In chains?"

You look at Eren, he shared the same shock as you, you wriggle your eyebrows and nudge his side, "I'm not the only one who heard it, so maybe I'm not going crazy." You giggle, finishing your meal and gossiping amongst your friends until it was time to go.

To pass time during the day, you all wasted hours cleaning up to your captain's expectations, finally relieving yourselves for the rest of the evening before dinner; walking down the streets of your town, stopping at the shops down the gravel streets. While everyone talks, your head is elsewhere; replaying that remark Levi made about the chains, borderline obsessing over it- rightfully so.

When he said the word 'chains', you instantly recalled the context behind his innuendo, unless you were going insane, but you had made a joke- your first endeavor at flirting with your boss, mentioning to him using the same chains he used on Eren in court a few years back, your friends condemning your extraverted behavior on the spot; when to no avail, Levi did not feed into that well, sending you to isolation shortly after. And then to Erwin's office to explain yourself... in front of him, Commander Hange, and Levi. Nonetheless, it didn't stop you from toying with the man.

You were somewhat... wild.

Enjoying the rest of your stress-free hours, you spend the evening sitting comfortably in the large common area after dinner; all of you except Eren, who didn't appear at dinner either. God knows where he was.

You lounge beside Armin and Jean, your head on Jean's shoulder per-usual.

"Jean, has Mikasa told you how good you look today?" You hum, his face is instantly soaked up in a rosy flush as he throws his hands over his ears to block your weird comments from reaching his ears, "Mikasa?" you quirk an eyebrow.

"Don't be absurd, y/n" she laughs, "Jean, don't listen to her."

"Jean, you look extra good today," you lean over closer to him, "just thought I'd tell ya'."

"Yeah, yeah." He cracks a small smile, you pat his shoulder then fall back into your seat.

"Awh- c'mon Kirstein, you know I-"

"Y/n, Captain needs to see you..." Eren's voice interrupts the chatting, his head peers into the room, you and your friends falling silent.

"You're probably in trouble again." Armin sighs disappointingly. You promptly stand, "good luck." dragging your feet towards your supposed 'escort', Meeting Eren at the door frame of the corridor, his hands stuffed in his pockets with a deadpan look, watching you begin to take lead ahead of him, "how do you know Levi wants to see me?" You question, examining him whilst walking through the hallways, up the stairs, and around the corner, a few feet away from your Captain's headquarters.

"We talked."

With an uncertain look on your face, churning with turmoil, Eren is knocking once, then twice before pushing open the engraved wooden door, 'Captain didn't even ask who it was at the door-' you furrow your eyebrows, his hand on your back, quickly whisking you into the large room, abruptly stopping in front of his desk.

Your feet are glued to the floor while Eren is closing the door. Levi stands there, propped up against his desk with his arms crossed. The room was eerily silent, you were becoming slightly intimidated. Do you stand? Talk? Sit?

The silence was unbearable.

"Do you need me-"

"I'm fed up, with your manner, cadet." Levi interrupts.

"If I may- Captain," He nods for you to proceed, "why is Eren here?" Captain was very much capable of taking care of reprimanding you on his own, you were almost irritated that Eren was lingering behind you, feeling his eyes burning voids in the back of your head, disrespectfully.

"Isn't that what you want?" Eyes doubling in size, you swerve your head to attempt and get a view of Eren, but Levi halts you once more, treading closer to you so you can look at him, "you don't need to look at Eren."

"I- I don't quite understand."

No one says anything. The air is now thick, more difficult to swallow for oxygen, you were entirely thrown off track with the way he was speaking to you, the way he was looking at you made you want to make a run for it, "Cat got your tongue? Y/n?" Chills rake up and down your body when you feel Eren's breath on your neck, sending your head flying behind you to see the blue-eyed devil almost pressed against your back, you look back at Levi frantically.

"Sit."

Without pause, your ass is planted into one of his chairs, "why aren't you being stubborn? Where's that attitude that constantly gets you into trouble?" Feeling as if you're shrinking, the two men are overlooking you, "go on."

"I- well,"

"She has nothing to say for herself, Cap." Eren looks at Levi, "told you she was all talk." He jabs, were you dreaming?

Your heart thumped out of your chest, you never dreamed of Levi taking it this far, especially when he was so professional... "y/n," Levi's finger touches underneath your chin, raising your head to look at the two men, "always teasing me when you do the same to Eren, so slutty, don't you think, cadet?"

Your mouth drops open at his use of words, finally- the game caught up to you, and you were facing the repercussions, "don't be all shy now."

"I'm not-"

"Then if you're not shy, get on your knees and show us how much you’ve wanted us.”

You hesitate to move, but eventually find yourself slowly sliding out of the chair and onto your knees, "not in my office, go in my room." Eren grabs your arm, walking towards his adjoining room, Levi opens the door and permits you to be ushered in by both him and Eren; Eren grabs you by the hair and directs you back onto your knees in front of your captain's bed, "she's so compliant now that she knows we aren't joking anymore," Levi scoffs, standing behind you while Eren is unbuttoning his jeans right in front of your eyes, a combination of anxiousness and warmth growing in the pit of your gut, looking up at him through your eyelashes, licking across your bottom lip hungrily.

"Be a good girl and open for Eren," Levi bunches up your hair from behind, removing it from around your face.

"Yes sir."

Sticking out your tongue, you try to relax your throat once seeing the size of the man, Levi's grip on your hair prevents you from getting a good look at it before his cock is nudging gently into your mouth, down your tongue, and to the back of your throat, fastening your lips around the base of his cock whilst swirling your tongue when he pulls out of your throat, groaning when your tongue works him with ease.

"So good," He hums, grabbing the sides of your face, Levi drops your hair from his hold so Eren can pick up his pace, using his hands to guide you; gagging and choking while he fucks your throat, saliva dripping down your chin, at the verge of tears, you take his length as far as you can manage. Eren grunting and huffing; only throbbing more when he sees the little tears drip down your cheeks. He heaves out of you, your tongue lolled out while strings of spit follow his cock, the men are astonished at the sight of you gasping for air, but they weren't going to tell you that.

"Are you gonna be good for me and our captain, princess?" Eren crouches down to meet your eyes, clever smile on his face, you nod and he stands you up by your armpit.

You had virtually no control over yourself, they were moving you to where they saw fit; right on your hands and knees into the soft plush sheets, "what do you want, y/n?" you listen from behind you, your head is yanked backward, Levi is there, his free hand wrapped around your jugular loosely, his shirt unbuttoned.

"I want you both to fuck me," you gasp out, they both snicker at you.

"Too easy, way too easy, such a fuckin' whore, imagine wanting both of us," Eren taunts, snatching your shorts down to your knees and lifting your shirt to grab onto the thin waistband of your underwear, "you want Jean to fuck you too? Got any other favorites?" Levi shoves you back onto the mattress, your arms catching you while Levi continues to remove your shorts from your knees, tossing them on the floor, rough hands caressing and pulling apart your ass, both men watch your panties slip in the separated cave of your ass, Eren pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

"N-o, only you guys."

"Who do you want more? Me or your other little fucktoy?" Levi sneers, moving to your front, once again lifting you by your chin, keeping you still while Eren rubs his fingers against the soaked cloth. Pulling upwards against your cunt, the pressure making your clit spasm and scream for the touch of his actual fingers, looking desperate and hungry at your captain.

"I- I can't choose."

Your chest rising and falling, Eren is finally relieving you from your panties, fingers instantly meeting your folds and slipping past your entrance with his two fingers, you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, knuckles curving downwards to hook into you and find your sweet spots.

"Well aren't you lucky, you get both of us, even though you don't deserve it," Your captain smirks, getting on his knees, fiddling with the button of his slacks, zipping them down and pushing them past his thighs, "I think she needs to beg for it." He looks at Eren, his erection making itself known from beneath his boxers, fingers quickly scissoring the roots of your hair while he frees himself from his constraints.

"I wanna be your slut- please make me cum." They smile, pleased with your submissiveness.

Cock spilling with precum, he scooches towards your salivating mouth and holds your level to his cock, centimeters away, "so fuckin' wet, can't say I'm surprised you get off to this." Eren's tip rubbing between your folds, collecting the slick that was seeping from your hungry pussy. He pushes into you while Levi is pushing into your mouth, both holes becoming occupied by their pulsating cocks; they longed to fill you up, the torturous teasing you put them through the second you turned eighteen was bound to make them snap- you didn't know what you expected, to be honest, you asked for this.

Eren fucks you slow, savoring the feeling of you clench and suck him in further, pussy stretching from the sheer size of him, veins from the base of his cock hitting and rubbing against the very nerves that were screaming for him to go faster.

Levi fucks deep into your throat, he was about Eren's size, perhaps a little thinner, but he was no match for your throat, choking up the spit from past your throat to lube his cock further. You bring your hand up to assist you, twisting your hand back and forth- up and down while you stimulated his sensitive tip with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks to suck him back in and repeat.

He was becoming unkempt, his mouth ajar with little moans slipping past his lips, hair dangling in front of the sides of his face while his hips bucked back and forth into the depths of your cave.

"My God, so wet."

You moaned against Levi's cock, Eren speeding up and reaching your cervix, your juices slushing and pussy squeaking while he stretches you out. When his hips connected to your backside, you only want to shrivel up more from the pace he was hitting the hole of your tight cervix. Initially, it hurt, but almost instantly it began to feel pleasurable for both you and Eren, he was reaching great lengths inside of you. He's always wanted to fuck you; almost disappointed in himself that he didn't do this before.

"Taking me so well, I can barely fit," he grunts, "you like my cock y/n? Isn't this what you wanted with your bullshit teasing?" he smacks your ass, crying out, his hips jutting back and forth against you mercilessly, sending jolts into every bone of your body.

He slaps you again, your right ass cheeks burning and tingling from the strength of his slap, "fuckin' slut, better be quiet."

Levi pulls out of your throat, finally able to audible out the loud weeps and cries, he throws his hand over your mouth, "shut up before you get us caught."

"Fuck, Eren!" you wail, ignoring Levis commands, gasps and moans fly around the room, his cock filling you perfectly to the point where you felt like you were made to shape him.

"Open." his hand is forcing your jaw open, sticking your panties into your mouth to silence you. You cry into the fabric, the coil twirling up in your stomach, clenching your walls while he drills into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot, sending you into a frenzy.

Levi fists his cock for the time being while Eren is chasing his orgasm, knocking into you- inching you towards your orgasm. The back of your head tingling, your pussy twitching, and your stomach tightening, the room spiraling around you while you drop your head into the mattress, eyes screwed shut; Eren tearing an earth-shattering orgasm out of your body.

You see stars and a bright white consumes you, hands reaching to grasp anything, finding Levi's bicep and digging your nails into his skin for support while Eren's cock bathes in your cum, his hands pressing into the small of your back, "'boutta cum, right in this pretty little pussy." He spits, pinning your back to a better arch, you cry into the sheets when Erens thrusts loosen a little, sporadic and stabbing thrusts until he's panting and dumping a large load of his seed into your cunt, letting out moans and swears of approval. Your body convulsing, wanting to collapse.

Erin's lightheaded, dizzy and sweating, little bangs and baby hairs sticking to his soaked face, watching your cum drip down your thighs, the wetness from your pussy which had soaked his stomach, it was a fucking mess.

Everywhere.

He pulls out of you, your cream coating his cock; snatching a shirt and wiping himself clean, hiking up his boxers, "you're not done. On your back, now."

Without warning nor regard, you're pushed forward into Levi's hands by Eren to get you moving quicker; you slide onto your back, Levi takes charge and steps off the bed, hauling you by the thighs until you're at the edge of the bed, Levi pressing his hands under your thighs, holding them up and letting his cock slap against your cum-filled cunt, biting onto his bottom lip, teasing his cock into you.

He leans down, taking out the pair of underwear from your mouth, "keep quiet, understood?"

Quickly nodding and bracing yourself, happy to feel warm again.

"Did Eren fill you good?" he asks calmly, you nod.

"Yes- Levi."

Levi halts mid-thrust, peeved look on his face, "yes what, y/n?" you swallow hard, throat dry from the cloth.

"Y-yes Captain, he did." You mewl, he nods once before finishing his thrust.

"This pussy is so tight, even after he stretched you out like this?" he huffs, head dipped down- eyes filed to your pussy sucking in his cock so well; hair flopping back and forth, "I told you I was gonna do something about that mouth of yours, didn't I?"

"Y-you did, sir." You wail.

Levi didn't hold back, each of his sharp thrusts made you more tender inside, little cries fall from your swollen lips while Eren sits beside your head, big arm reaching over your face and kneading your boob, he watches them bounce slightly as Levi ruts into you. Rolling your hard erected nipple in between his fingers, "look at that face, are you gonna cum again?" you look up at Eren, who wears a smug look on his face, "are you gonna cum on Captain's cock, y/n?" you whine, trying to remain quieter under your Captain's directions.

"Gonna-" Eren's hand moves once more- over towards your clit.

This was the first time tonight you had felt this overstimulation, hissing in air and biting onto the skin of your lip, hand grasping Eren's wrist as he swirls little- yet strong circles into your clit, your mouth slacks open, “please! Feels so-" another burst of spasms erupting, thighs shaking and clenching around Levi's waist, "f-fuck me- Fuck me harder Captain, please!" You cry, walls convulsing, cum seeping out of you, down your ass and the base of his cock while he fucks you silly, Eren bringing you that much closer to a euphoric feeling again as he rubs your spasming clit.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?" Levi pants, cockhead rubbing against your sensitive and exhausted g-spot.

"Who can fuck you better?" Unable to audible, Eren moves faster around your num.

"Don't disobey our Captain, pretty girl- use your words." Screwing your eyes shut, the two men await your answer.

"I-I don't know- Ah!" Your back arches, core tightening for the second time tonight- body shaking as the following orgasm sends you over the moon, Eren's hand smacked over your mouth, you wail into his hand, Levi pins your legs open, leaning down to fuck into you harder, thrashing into your guts, pussy gushing around him until he is groaning and throwing his head back while he slams into you, his stomach nearly slapping against Eren's fingers, his dick twitching. His cheeks rosy and his muscles flexed.

"Fuck, so good- so tight- keep squeezing-" he breathes.

You're dazed from the rocking of his hips, he slows, catching his breath while he releases, coating your bruised walls with his cum. Your body left empty and quivering as Levi is slipping out of your cunt, Eren handing him the same shirt he used to wipe himself off with; your captain retrieving it and cleaning the amount of cum that was left on his softening dick, moving to you and carefully wiping the inside of your thighs and beaten cunt.

Catching your breath, Levi is picking his boxers up from the floor and pulling them up along with his pants, “don’t stay there forever, my sheets need to be switched.” He states, Eren reaches for your hand and helps you sit up, putting his shirt over your head and you slip through the arms, feet meeting the cold wooden floor, you attempt to stand, your knees buckling, Eren grabs you by the tricep before you land on the floor and sits you back on the bed.

“I think it would look suspicious if I carried you out of here, can you walk?”

You nod, “yeah.”

Standing again, you're able to succeed, reaching for your underwear, Eren already had it swinging around his index finger, “I’ll hold onto these.”

With no willpower to object, you just pull up your shorts and pick up your shoes.

“Walk her back, Jaeger, don't do anything stupid.”

You and Eren both leave your Captain’s office quietly, the hall empty and empty, you and he slowly walk back, you laughed at the thought about how it would be a tough one to explain why Eren was shirtless and you were- quite obviously- wearing his shirt while he holds your stained shirt in his hand.

With great luck, you and he make it without running into anyone, reaching your door, you and him enter and you shut the door behind him.

“Here’s your shirt.”

He watches you as you throw off his shirt, tossing it to him and opening a drawer, and grabbing one of your own.

Before you realize it.

“Uhm, Eren, I forgot my bra.” Glancing down at your bare chest, Eren shrugs it off and laughs.

“Captain wanted to keep something too, princess.”

[sweettodo]

brothers friend.

pairing : eren jaeger x reader

includes : dumb con ( reader x eren are slightly intoxicated ), underage drinking, creampie, eventual smut, ( reader is 18 ).

synopsis : your brother was and is so protective over his little sister. so what are you going to do when his good friend, eren, catches you at a bar... breaking all the rules?

wc : 6k

hey guys, thanks for stickin’ by! after a little break, i’m back with a bang.... *wink*

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Your big brother- overprotective, burly, blonde idiot was nothing short of a shielding brother who had already been put forth with most of the challenges of being a teenager, moving out by the time you were seventeen. But alas, those seventeen years he had frightened you, averting you away from any boy who wanted to talk to you. No dates, no hanging with boys, he knew everything, like ESP.

Not a single boy had ever stepped foot into your house…

Well, besides his buddies of course. Taking over the couch, soda cans and garbage littering the table, the game console connected to the living room TV; you were in charge of all the tedious duties, but not limited to, kicking their feet off the coffee table as you walked by, spraying the air freshener as they stampeded in after playing basketball that evening. You were the little housemaid, you're just the sweet, innocent little sis.

All your friends had boyfriends, or at least had one in the past, recalling the countless times you found yourself whining, pleading your case to big-brother Jean, “all my friends have them!” and he simply shrugged, and nudged his friend's side with his elbow, humming, you knew where this was going. And you’d be damned if you were going to put up with it any longer.

“And all the boys think your friends are easy, can’t have my lil’ sis being grouped in with those… what's the word I'm looking for Eren?”

“Groupies?”

“Yea! Groupies, and I don’t think you need a boyfriend anyway,” rolling your eyes, you could care less about the silly ridiculing and bully-like behavior that Jean simply labeled as, ‘protecting his sister.’

“Whatever you say, Jean,” leaving the two, feet treading up the steps, stopping at the top of the stairs, “and you don't have to insult my friends!” hollering from atop the staircase. Slamming your bedroom door behind you.

With being sheltered to the extent you were, things got… confusing. Your feelings and newly accumulating hormones plaguing your teen brain, taking a particular interest in the boy who more than occasionally hung around these parts. Eren Jaeger. With no specific explanation as to why; it was just a youthful, girly fascination. But it was still a crush, a big one at that. You had not an ounce of an idea on who to stay away from, what was right and wrong.

But what could be wrong with a tiny schoolgirl crush?

Cheeks a crimson red whenever he teased you, gushing whenever he smiled at you, swimming together, with your brother in the pool in your backyard every hot, summer day. Jean had a small suspicion, finding it odd that you were so awkward around him, his eyebrow lifting in question, hearing his little sister stutter like an airhead in front of his good friend, and there was no denying you found yourself in shambles once you discovered these deeper, more intense emotions. No one ever questioned it, maybe besides your mother, that's when you finally came to the ambiguous conclusion that you had to get your act together.

For a few years, Eren was the main character in your dreams, every. Single. Night.

Which didn’t help your case, you'd find yourself balling up your fist to your skull, embarrassingly banging your head, this was ridiculous, trying to push the thoughts of the tall, lean, muscular… long-haired brune-

‘What’s on your mind, little girl?’

Your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, looking up from the couch to see the man himself, you had no idea what to say, never able to know what to say to him at that age, ‘n-nothing, watching my show.’ Your face had heated up beyond hiding, looking away to evade those teasing eyes of Eren Jaeger.

Eren knew deep down in the back of his head that you went through that awkward phase, but he was never going to humiliate you; you might as well have fallen off the face of the earth if he brought it up, and he knew that.

You were happy that crush just about subsided when you turned fourteen.

Your second year of highschool is when dating, stupid games like spin the bottle or slipping little love letters into lockers had its death grip on everyone around you. They kissed who? Ew, she did what… with him? You were covetous, angry, even. But you were so naive, not even taking into account that this could be you that they were talking so badly about. Of course, Jean was just keeping you safe, which you appreciated a little farther down the road. He knew all the perils, and the sinful motives of boys, and could deter you from being as simple-minded as your friends, sad to even entertain the fact that it was true, and you knew it.

But fuck, you resented him for it. You were treated like a child, sixteen, and not even one kiss? This was all his fault.

***

So when it came time for your brother to leave for college, torn apart in sadness, your parents just about sobbing in the small dorm room, cluttered with all his belongings as they waited to be unpacked. He hugged you, digging his knuckles into the top of your head, teasing you as you frantically tried to wipe your tears, “don’t be sad, y’know I’ll be home before you know it.”

Yes, although you hated his uncalled-for protectiveness, it was your brother.

But without paying much thought to what was going through your head, so many feelings pullulating, subconsciously, you couldn't help but become frustrated at the fact that Eren was leaving you. He was probably going to be swarmed with girls, ready to get a piece of what you called ever-so dearly, your brother's friend, and your juvenile crush that embedded itself in your brain made its way back to the center of your attention.

Naturally, Jean had one last parting gift for you. He, along with Eren, Connie, and some of the other boys on the basketball team took the liberty of forbidding and warding off boys right before school ended, unbeknownst to you. So he was confident he had reinforced his, not-so-subtly threats towards some of the boys in your class, and the one above. Safely assuming that they were scared straight… and they would not be endeavoring to put any sort of moves on Jean’s little sister.

Head drooping down, diddling with your nails as you felt the cold draft trickle up and around the peach fuzz on your arms. Stepping away, to console your dear mother. Ironically, waiting to say goodbye to your brother, all you could think about was his overbearing advice that served as literally nothing at the time, but of course, you’d be needing it now more than ever.

Eren said goodbye to you too, of course, because he was rooming with Jean. “Don’t get mixed in with all those boys, alright?” Shoving him, he laughed, patting your head tauntingly. If anything, he was the boy you needed to keep away from.

“You better be good for me, y/n!”

Getting back to school, a breath of fresh air away from your brother, excited to finally live a little, finally- maybe you can finally have a boyfriend.

What a fucking joke.

Your third year in high school, thinking it would be all parties, boys and new experiences. But it took no more than a week to be faced with the harsh facts of reality, cursing at Jean as you stormed away from the boy in the stairwell, “I- I’m sorry y/n, he told me not to!” He called after you. Evidently, Jean still had a colossal death grip on the boys who were quite literally terrified of him.

***

“Jean’s not around, what’s he gonna do? Ground you? You're eighteen.”

Flinging the pretty satin dress on your bed, Sasha throws a hand on her hip, popping it outwards, “yeah sure, I know that, this isn't even my size sash,” you push the dress away, groaning as you drop onto the bed.

“That’s the whole point!” she snorts, “you have the body, might as well show it off!” practically arguing for an hour got either of you anywhere. Protesting the idea, why would you drag me to a club on the outskirts of the campus grounds… your brother's campus more specifically.

She whines, plopping down beside you, shaking your shoulder, her bracelets clacking together, “c’mon, don’t be such a wuss, Jean won’t be at a club, he has a frat house for parties, r’member?”

“Yea, I suppose,” the idea calms your nerves, why would your brother be there, and what would he do if he did see you? You hated to admit it, but she was right, “I’ll only try it on!” she cheers giddily, clapping her hands as she taps her feet on the wood floor. Rolling your eyes and scoffing, you're tossing the t-shirt over your head and unzipping the soft dress.

It was simple, yet stunning, decorative little scrunches that hitched up the sides of the dress only a little, a loose u-neck with thin straps, it’s an intense black dress, accentuating your curves in just the right ways, it certainly would make a statement. You shook your head as you slipped it up your bare legs, ‘Jean would kill me if he saw me in this.’

Patting down the dress, Sasha howling beside you as you glare at her through the body mirror, jumping around like a fool as you slyly checked yourself out. Sasha turned towards your bed, scooping up the dress she intended to wear, it was white, a cocktail dress that had a thin fabric, stopping just above the mid of her thigh, with thin straps. It was simple, but she looked excellent.

As the night continued on, the milky navy sky darkened quickly each minute, music blasting in your messy bedroom as you and your friend threw on accessories, sprayed each other with fruity perfume, rubbed lotion on your legs, and found heels to wear. You slipped your thin credit card behind the case of your phone. Now, you were a little more pumped, and a little less anxious, soon letting the potential conflicts slip out of your head, abandoning them at home as you shut the front door behind you. “See, told you I’d have you excited by the time we left,” shaking your head, Sasha was never wrong, but you'd never satisfy her ego and admit that to her.

Cars littered the long road leading to the club, all the way down the street, groups of club-goers walking towards the front doors. The line outside the club was another thing, wrapping around the sidewalk, and stopping just about where the entrance would be. Sasha parked the car, “prepare yourself for a long walk.” She moaned, irritated, “what if I get mud on my shoes?”

You laughed, closing the passenger side door and walking around the car to grab her hand, “that’s why we walk on the road.” Pulling her, the two of you now starting your journey to the massive club at the end of the road, watching the numerous people walking ahead of you made your stomach stir, noting that some of these people looked awfully like college kids, muttering, “y’know, Sash, I have a feeling the college kids are here,” she clicks her tongue.

“Oh please, I doubt it,” she waves, heels clacking against the pavement, reaching closer and closer towards the line, “think we can cut?”

You looked around, it was a mess, music booming, even outside the base of the music rocked the bottom of your stomach, “yeah, for sure!” shouting over the music, the bouncer practically allowing the dumps of people to enter the club, you two scurry behind the others, slipping past the doors and into the club, “didn't even have to use the ID’s,” you laugh, throwing up your hand for a high five, Sasha slaps your hand, cheering and spinning around.

Squeezing through the plethora of drunk partiers, finally reaching the bar, opening a tab, the two of you are swallowing down a few shots, “see, what did I tell you, do you see anyone you recognize?”

Shaking your head, Sasha had successfully calmed your angst… well, and the alcohol.

***

He quarreled with himself, his phone in his hand, glancing down at it, he tapped Jean’s name. Was it really you?

He looked back up, and you were gone, ‘fuck,’ he swore. He couldn't believe his eyes, at first, catching your hips swaying away from the bartender with a clear drink in your hand, and he liked what he saw, making a mental note, ‘gotta find her later.’ Until he saw you turn around, his mouth falling open, looking twice at the familiar face. Without a second thought, he’s taking his phone out of his back pocket.

What were you thinking? He was blown away, but stopped his rapid fingers that were ready to snitch on you, ready to tattle on his friend's sister. But after some thought, he deleted the message, sticking his phone back in his pocket.

The loud music, the flashing lights, that tight black- excuse of a dress that you had to keep tugging down because it rode up. Eren told himself he had to stop staring, how weird he probably looked, but fuck he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

He caught a glance at you again, your backside grinding again another girl, hips rolling into her front, he put the beer bottle to his lips, taking a swig while his eyes were still glued to you, he watched as you leaned down, hands on your knees, your tits practically falling out of the top of your dress while you stupidly pressed your ass on that friend of yours. ‘So this is Jean’s lil sis, huh?’ he snickered under his breath.

He turned away from you, leaning his elbow on the bar, “yo, Con,” trying to get his friends' attention.

Connie turns his head, “What's up, tired?” he cackles, patting Eren’s shoulder, where he quickly pushes it off.

“I’ll be back.”

He stands straight, starting to walk away and through the big crowd, “Alright man, don’t be surprised if I leave ya’ here,” before Eren cares to hear the rest of what Connie has to say, he begins to make his way towards you. Gulping down the rest of the bottle, alcohol flowing through the blood in his head, feeling more and more light headed.

***

Sasha with her hands on your waist, not a care in the world. You had never been to a club, not to mention to hadn’t ever been intoxicated in public; and you were fucking loving it, no wonder Jean didn’t want you to have fun like this, “Should’ve broke Jean’s rules s’long ago!” Sasha shouts in your ear, you turn your head, smiling.

“You're right, what is Jean gonna do? Take my phone away?”

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes trailing around the dancing bodies, “another drink?”

Sasha nods, biting her tongue with a cheesy grin on her face, grabbing the side of your dress, “hey, y/n, that guy over there sure can’t take his eyes off you,” she sings, you look around, “two o’clock.”

Your eyes scanning in that direction, trying to find the man she's talking about, “who?” right as you’re about to reach the bar, an arm extends, stopping you in your tracks. Sasha and you look up, an audible gasp jumping out of your throat, and with a cunning grin on his face, swinging a beer bottle around in between his fingers, “Eren?”

“I don’t recall that you’re twenty-one, might I ask why you have damn near half a bottle of vodka in that glass of yours?”

Sasha looks between the two of you confused, “you guys know each other?” You look back at her drunken eyes, nodding.

“Jean’s friend.” Her mouth drops open, forming an ‘o’ shape, looking back up at the man, Eren stuffs his free hand in his pocket, your eyes dragging up the tall man’s body until you meet his eyes once more. You were doomed, you were fucked, surely, he was going to tell Jean, you could puke, “are you gonna…”

“Tell your brother? No, you're eighteen, a big girl.” Sasha senses the eerie tension between the two of you, scratching the back of her head and giggling.

“Well, seems like you guys have a lot to catch up o-”

“Yeah, I think we’re going to have a little talk, okay?” Sasha was taken aback but chose to walk away instead of getting involved. You eluded his glare, as he waited for you to say something for yourself, “so this is what you do when Jean isn’t around, you’re lucky he’s not here.” No, Eren is lucky your brother isn’t here. He wants to have a little fun with you- scare you a little.

Your heart drops down your throat, cowardly, his chest nearly touching yours from the club being beyond packed. And at this point, it wasn’t Jean you were all worked up about, it's the light alcohol smell dancing on your face from Eren’s breath, making it a delicious mix, his cologne swirling into your nostrils, the liquor intensifying your senses to the point where you could feel every scent mix and flocking into your body, warming you up.

You didn’t know if it was the few drinks you had, but your body pulsated, the tips of your fingers hot, your hands hot, your face and stomach, burning. He saw you dissolve in front of him, just like a few years ago, “hey, scared of me or something?”

You weren't scared, but you were worming further and further from any self-control, losing a grip on your feelings and mind as you stared at his face, then back down to his body, then back at his face. His eyes lower than usual, god, he looked so fucking good. He was only twenty-one, yet his body proved otherwise, his brawny shoulders, etched jaw, he grew out his hair, it was down to his shoulders now. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“No, I’m not scared of you,” you mutter, “just surprised, is all.”

It seemed as if the pounding, loud music had eased from around you, things were moving slower, your breathing seemed almost non-existent, his hold on you tightening your throat with each second. It felt like an eternity, the two of you just standing there, completely still. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a peek at Sasha through the other clubbers, jumping around, the drink in her hand spilling, dancing with a stranger with his hands on her hips, guiding her against his chest.

“Your little friend there dragged you into all of this?” he leans down, leveling with your ear, “is this your idea of a good time?” He’s taunting you, trying to prod and get you to fight back. He sees your eyebrows raise, examining the question for a moment before answering. He cocks his head to the side before leaning away from you, smirk growing on his face once again.

“I didn’t know my friend’s little sis could be so rebellious.”

You didn’t know what to say, at the risk of him running back to your brother, “wouldn’t you like to know,” answering his first question, you stifle a laugh, returning a devilish smile. You become enveloped in liquid confidence as the alcohol sets into your blood, he’s happy that you’re returning the energy, and plans to push you just a little farther. You stand before him, feelings from your early teenage years breaking open the barrier that was once kept in a locked down vault in the back of your brain. The friction grew, your head spun, and you needed more. You needed his attention.

He knew you wanted more, he could read you like a book, from the way your eyes tried to escape him, and from how he could see your legs clenching together for dear life, and he was going to give you a little run for your money.

“Tch, maybe Jean would like to know,” your smile sliding off your face, that was a game, “I’m sure he’d be mad, I mean- look at your dress,” his eyes scale your body, you redden, “you’re gonna need someone to take you home before anyone else sees you in that thing, don’t ya’ think?”

“We ‘gotta get that thing off you.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up, from just the thought of being with, alone. You glanced at Sasha again, who sat on a barstool with a man standing between her legs, you looked back at Eren concerned, “that’s my friend, Niccolo, I’m sure she’s okay.” He reassures you.

Eren saw your face twist when you pressed the glass of vodka and soda up to your lips, he felt the growing tension between the two of you building, building and packing itself into the small and sweaty room, ready to burst. The hot atmosphere created little beads of sweat that accumulated on your neck. What he didn't realize was that your face wasn't just twisting in agony from the potent vodka; but instead your head swarmed, head throbbing with the mere thought of Eren taking you home, pressing you against the door and having his way with you.

Your eyes are blinking, looking left and right to avoid his intense presence, your nerves jumping around your stomach, ‘How do I ask him…’

He tried to keep his eyes from slipping down to your exposed chest, he tried to behave, he struggled to grasp onto the small, weakened strings of his morality that were left. My friend's little sister, how perverse, how dirty… How wrong.

He gave himself too much credit when Eren convinced himself he was biting his tongue, behaving. It was easier to blame the alcohol when he caught himself asking you to go back to your place, to take you home, to spend the night with you.

But that was all you needed to hear- finally an opening.

You suppressed a smile, digging your heel into the ground. He leaned back down, his face meeting your neck, “why don't I take you home, you can't be here alone, especially wearing that.”

Eren breathed in, waiting for you to respond to him, the smell of your fruity perfume filling his lungs, he could taste you.

Between your legs was a hot, leaking mess, he had you wrapped around his finger, “Eren…” his eyes were dark, not a drop of emotion on his face.

“Y’know me, I've always taken such good care of you.”

You gently placed your soft hand on his toned, warm chest, you could feel his heart race, his hand slipping around your waist, up your back, then back down to the thin fabric covering the hill of your ass.

His large hand covered a vast amount of your hardly covered ass- God, he restrained himself, he felt you jitter under his grasp, he loved it.

“Have you ever been touched like this before?” he purrs, “-y’like it?”

“Yes- Eren,” he hums, the vibration creating tremors of your own body, he's pleased with your answer, giving a little squeeze to your bottom.

“Want me to take you home? Little girl?”

Before you knew it, you found yourself following right behind his feet, his hand latched onto your wrist, leading you forward, right out the doors of the club without the bat of an eye.

He walked a foot ahead of you, swinging his keys around his finger while he dragged you towards the direction of his car.

This was like a fever dream.

You had thought about this before, you imagined being alone with him, being in his control, being under his body, sneaking around Jean… Only in your dreams.

Although this was really a dream come true, these weren't like the teenage lusts you had once before; this was real life, and this was not how you anticipated it to be.

He unlocked his car door, opening it to let you in, it was silent for the most part, but not an uncomfortable silence, rather, a soothing one. He walked around the car, opening the driver's side and sliding in. He looked at you from the corner of his eye whilst starting the car, “gonna rat me out? -Tell on me?” you shook your head.

“Of course not.”

Eren wanted nothing more than to take you to his place and take real good care of you.

But, inevitably, Jean was there, most likely sleeping off his intoxication. It frustrated him, but he chose to ignore it, for the time being.

There was no way he was the only one feeling this tension, this sexual frustration, you were living proof of it.

You nodded your head, “why would I?” Eren chooses not to respond, of course you wouldn't tell your brother. He reversed out of the parking spot, speeding down the road. He was itching to get you home, and you were impatiently waiting to get home right with him.

He doubted you had a boyfriend- I mean, look at how awkward you were, it was cute though.

“Any boys lately?” you peeked a glance at him, each time he passed under a streetlight, the thin golden chain glistened.

You shake your head, of course there have been no boys, Jean made sure to stop that from ever happening, “no, no boys.” he scoffs, swallowing a laugh.

“Really? Not even a date?” he's amused, and also intrigued, how is it you've been so obedient? So well behaved, “I didn't think Jean was that scary, heh?”

“Now, here you are yanking me out of a club.” You utter, his smile grows on his face, he liked the feeling you gave him, you were giving him power.

Pulling into your driveway, putting the car in park, his hand gently pats your bare knee, “someone's ‘gotta make sure you're behaving.”

Your throat grew dry with his choice of words, “yeah, you're the boss.”

Pulling into your driveway, he's quickly jumping out of the car, waiting for you for only a moment before closely following behind you, walking you to your door, it felt natural; he was essentially home. Turning around to face him as you slowly twisted the doorknob behind your back, raising an eyebrow.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, your little smile egging him on to come in, pushing past you.

You puffed out your cheeks, he slowly lingered into your darkly lit living room, you popped your lips together, adjusting your short little dress. Eren towered over you, stopping you from stepping further into the house, his long index finger speaking up your neck, up to your chin, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip.

“That's a pretty color.” He mumbles, referencing the pale, milky pink that compliments the other makeup you have on your face.

This was too much for him to handle, the way the dim lights from the kitchen behind him adorned your bare skin, your beady eyes looking up at him with such desperation, you were practically begging him for it.

You reached up on your toes, meeting him as he dipped his head down to get a taste of your lips. His hand winding around your body, pulling you into his torso. Eren stepped back, turning you around and pulling his head back, “get upstairs.”

Obeying, stepping up the stairs with him at your feet behind you, your hand in his, all the way down the dark hallway and into your room, shutting it behind you, “messy, heh?” he teases, looking around to see the ‘club planning’ mess you and your friend made.

You scoffed, tittering, he sits on your bed, yanking you by the wrist and right between his legs. He's grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you downwards, kissing you again. Messy, sloppy noises filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his thigh, straddling him.

His hands slipped down, rubbing your legs as he's pushing your dress up, until it's scrunched up at your hips. Groping, kneading, pulling at the soft flesh of your ass. Your fingers balled up his hair, pulling his head back. You sit on his thigh.

Feeling his fingers fiddle with the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling eagerly until the spaghetti strings are falling off your shoulders and down your arms.

Eren croons, “perfect, hm?” his large hands cupping your tits, squeezing them, “fuck- fuck they're perfect.”

You puffed out air, pressing against his thigh as he rubbed his thumbs around your nipples to get them hard, pulling you closer so he could lean down and sink his teeth into your skin, sucking the surface of your chest. Grabbing at the pliable skin between his pretty white teeth, looking up at you.

“Eren- Oh,” you're gasping as his lips pop off your chest, the blood rushing under your skin, red and purple flooding up to the surface.

You didn't realize your hips were winding against his rock-solid thigh, detonating all the right nerves between your legs, Eren, Eren- please.” You're begging, hands trembling as you gripped onto his shoulder, you were so so close already.

“What is it? You want it?” he asks sweetly, pushing you off his thigh and standing, “you want me to touch you?” He's positioning you on the bed, pulling the tight t-shirt over his head, then plunging between your legs, kissing your neck, down the valley of your breasts, stopping to suck your nipple.

You reach for the button on his jeans, tugging them down the second his button pops open, his cock springing free from under his boxers, he sits up, pulling you upwards with him, “-you ever sucked dick before?”

“No, no I haven't,” you whimper, the sensation of his fingers locking into your hair, pulling your head back, mouth falling open.

“Stick out that tongue,” his thumb hooking into your mouth, tongue lolling out, his free fist wrapping around his thinly clothed cock, “pretty, all that spit in there.”

His thumb presses against your tongue, slipping down the muscle and down the back of your throat. Your eyes well up instantly, coughing and choking around his thumb, he praises you, grinning as he sees you struggle for air.

He grabs at the hem of his boxers, pulling them down, salivating at just looking at his cock, “open wide, pretty girl.”

His face twists with pleasure as he presses his cock into your mouth and down your throat, your lips wrapping around his cock and thrusting him further and further down your throat until your nose is tickled by the pubes at the base of his cock.

He swears, choking on his words, “you're doing so good- keep going, like that,” he pleads, spit dripping from your bottom lip, eye makeup from your eyes pouring tears training your cheeks, he was in awe, how was it possible that you are so innocent?

“Fuck, g-god.”

He jerks you by the hair off of his cock, breathless, strings of saliva from his throbbing cock to your red, swollen lips. His perfect orbs staring down at you with such admiration, so proud of you.

He lays you back, grabbing at your dress, “you really haven’t done this before?” he taunts, “are you sure you haven’t sucked a guy's cock before? Do I have to tell big brother?” his hand tenderly feeling your neck, forcing you to look at him, “what do you think Jean would say about this? Would he be mad?”

You double in embarrassment, biting on your bottom lip. Eren getting onto the bed, lifting your leg over his thigh, sitting himself between your legs, his grip on your throat tightens, your hand promptly wrapping around his wrist, grabbing for him to loosen his hand. You groan, mouth falling open as you choke

“What is it? What's the matter? Scared I'll tell ya big bro, little girl?”

His cock sits on your pelvic bone, tip spilling precum as he tries to taunt you, “n-no,” you sputter.

He laughs, “bullshit,” he grabs his cock, lifting your hip up so he can aim right at your soaked cunt, he coos, seeing the wrinkles appear on your forehead curl up, “don’t worry, little one, I would never tell your brother.”

You feel his thick head peek at your entrance, desperately trying to lift your head, trying to look down at his flustered cock, “fuck- I need you,” he's groaning, “-need this so bad.”

He's hoisting your waist up to meet his, making sure you're incapable of moving, “please, Eren.”

The walls of your cunt fluttering open, inviting, begging for his cock, you twitched. His cock in his hand, slowly pushing against your clit, dragging his cock up and down, picking up the sap that came from your folds. You whined, frustrated, Eren swore under his breath.

Deliberately, painfully sinking into your cunt, throwing his head back before he's bottoming out into you; your walls clenching, pulsating around his thick cock.

Mouth falling open, he's folding over, gripping your jaw as he gives you little kitten licks on your neck, up the bottom of your neck to the back of your ear. He stays there, inside your cunt for a moment to savor the pure essence of your taste, the strong grip of your pussy, the pretty view of your walls decorating around the base of his cock.

Keeping a strong grip on the meat of your side, he pulls out of you, before quickly dipping back in.

His hips pulling, then slamming against yours, cries erupting from your mouth as he splits you open, the tears that once fell from your eyes fell once more, falling to your pillow, your tits bouncing as Eren’s cock knocked into you.

“God- look at you,” hair falling in front of his face, the chain he had on dancing around his neck, “ya’ waited for me? Like a good girl?”

Being fucked dumb, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “how long have you wanted it?” you try to fix your vertiginous eyes on him, vision blurred, “- thought about my cock in you?”

Of course you did, moaning his name every night under your sheets with your fingers between your clit and your other hand ripping the sheets off the corner of your bed.

“-s’long, a long time Eren!”

His cock drilling into you was enough to make your body squirm, you sobbed and moaned as he tore you open, his cock practically making your stomach protrude from under the skin. Eren’s veins pleasingly rubbing against all the charged nerves in your walls, pulsating and sucking him in for more.

His hips rocking against yours, one of his strong arms gripping the metal bed frame behind your head, the bed slamming whacking against the thin wall, “keep suckin’ me in, come on, pretty girl,” he praises, watching as your eyes blinked frantically. Releasing his hand from the bed frame only for a moment, petting your sweaty head, pushing the hair back with his thumb tracing under your eye, wiping the makeup and tears.

He smiles, inching closer to orgasm just looking at your sloppy, disheveled face, “so good- love it.”

“-love it! love it! love it!”

Your back struggles to arch, body jerking downwards against his thighs, fighting against the fast pace of his cock rutting into you, wailing as you came. Ruthlessly, he keeps going.

“Hm, good, good girl, all over my cock, huh?”

Rolling your hips, he eventually slows down, watching as your cream drenches his cock, watching as it gushes and drips down to your asshole. This pushes Eren over the edge, chest heaving, mouth going lax as he moans, groaning out your name; groaning out praises, his hips pushing deep against yours, bottoming out.

His dick twitches, head falling to his chest as he unloads into your worn-out pussy.

He sits in your cunt for a few moments ensuring not a drop of his seed was to go to waste, slowly pulling back- softening, soaked cock. He wastes no time taking his two fingers, starting from your ass to scoop up the cum, all the way to your quivering hole, stuffing you full of his cum that spilled out.

Eren leans down, killing you messily with open mouth kisses, breathing heavily as you tasted each other's sweat, his hand trailing up your side to your tit, kneading it, “hm- tastes so good.”

You hum against his mouth, letting him pull at your bottom lip between his teeth. You didn't even think twice about how uncomfortable this usually would be. Both of you are sticky, Eren nearly on top of you, swallowing each other's tongues. However, that was the last thing that crossed either of your minds.

Lost in time, it was disappointing to feel him pull away when he heard his phone ring from his back pocket on the floor, “wait, wait.” He lifts off of you, leaning over to grab his phone from the floor. He scoffs, smiling and hoisting his hair out of his face, “ironic.”

You look at him, confused, sitting up as Eren is. He taps the green button, answering it before looking at you.

“it’s your big bro… What's up, Kirstein.”

Eren kept silent for the most part, making sure not to make a scene in front of you, or jump to any defense, but what the fuck was he going to do?

“You know I have a camera… on my doorbell, right?”

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hey guys, checking in, how are you all??

yes yes i realize i’ve been on a hiatus, and yes i’m still alive.

#todotalks #sorry for disappearing

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brothers friend.

pairing : eren jaeger x reader

includes : dumb con ( reader x eren are slightly intoxicated ), underage drinking, creampie, eventual smut, ( reader is 18 ).

synopsis : your brother was and is so protective over his little sister. so what are you going to do when his good friend, eren, catches you at a bar... breaking all the rules?

wc : 6k

hey guys, thanks for stickin’ by! after a little break, i’m back with a bang.... *wink*

***

Your big brother- overprotective, burly, blonde idiot was nothing short of a shielding brother who had already been put forth with most of the challenges of being a teenager, moving out by the time you were seventeen. But alas, those seventeen years he had frightened you, averting you away from any boy who wanted to talk to you. No dates, no hanging with boys, he knew everything, like ESP.

Not a single boy had ever stepped foot into your house…

Well, besides his buddies of course. Taking over the couch, soda cans and garbage littering the table, the game console connected to the living room TV; you were in charge of all the tedious duties, but not limited to, kicking their feet off the coffee table as you walked by, spraying the air freshener as they stampeded in after playing basketball that evening. You were the little housemaid, you're just the sweet, innocent little sis.

All your friends had boyfriends, or at least had one in the past, recalling the countless times you found yourself whining, pleading your case to big-brother Jean, “all my friends have them!” and he simply shrugged, and nudged his friend's side with his elbow, humming, you knew where this was going. And you’d be damned if you were going to put up with it any longer.

“And all the boys think your friends are easy, can’t have my lil’ sis being grouped in with those… what's the word I'm looking for Eren?”

“Groupies?”

“Yea! Groupies, and I don’t think you need a boyfriend anyway,” rolling your eyes, you could care less about the silly ridiculing and bully-like behavior that Jean simply labeled as, ‘protecting his sister.’

“Whatever you say, Jean,” leaving the two, feet treading up the steps, stopping at the top of the stairs, “and you don't have to insult my friends!” hollering from atop the staircase. Slamming your bedroom door behind you.

With being sheltered to the extent you were, things got… confusing. Your feelings and newly accumulating hormones plaguing your teen brain, taking a particular interest in the boy who more than occasionally hung around these parts. Eren Jaeger. With no specific explanation as to why; it was just a youthful, girly fascination. But it was still a crush, a big one at that. You had not an ounce of an idea on who to stay away from, what was right and wrong.

But what could be wrong with a tiny schoolgirl crush?

Cheeks a crimson red whenever he teased you, gushing whenever he smiled at you, swimming together, with your brother in the pool in your backyard every hot, summer day. Jean had a small suspicion, finding it odd that you were so awkward around him, his eyebrow lifting in question, hearing his little sister stutter like an airhead in front of his good friend, and there was no denying you found yourself in shambles once you discovered these deeper, more intense emotions. No one ever questioned it, maybe besides your mother, that's when you finally came to the ambiguous conclusion that you had to get your act together.

For a few years, Eren was the main character in your dreams, every. Single. Night.

Which didn’t help your case, you'd find yourself balling up your fist to your skull, embarrassingly banging your head, this was ridiculous, trying to push the thoughts of the tall, lean, muscular… long-haired brune-

‘What’s on your mind, little girl?’

Your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, looking up from the couch to see the man himself, you had no idea what to say, never able to know what to say to him at that age, ‘n-nothing, watching my show.’ Your face had heated up beyond hiding, looking away to evade those teasing eyes of Eren Jaeger.

Eren knew deep down in the back of his head that you went through that awkward phase, but he was never going to humiliate you; you might as well have fallen off the face of the earth if he brought it up, and he knew that.

You were happy that crush just about subsided when you turned fourteen.

Your second year of highschool is when dating, stupid games like spin the bottle or slipping little love letters into lockers had its death grip on everyone around you. They kissed who? Ew, she did what… with him? You were covetous, angry, even. But you were so naive, not even taking into account that this could be you that they were talking so badly about. Of course, Jean was just keeping you safe, which you appreciated a little farther down the road. He knew all the perils, and the sinful motives of boys, and could deter you from being as simple-minded as your friends, sad to even entertain the fact that it was true, and you knew it.

But fuck, you resented him for it. You were treated like a child, sixteen, and not even one kiss? This was all his fault.

***

So when it came time for your brother to leave for college, torn apart in sadness, your parents just about sobbing in the small dorm room, cluttered with all his belongings as they waited to be unpacked. He hugged you, digging his knuckles into the top of your head, teasing you as you frantically tried to wipe your tears, “don’t be sad, y’know I’ll be home before you know it.”

Yes, although you hated his uncalled-for protectiveness, it was your brother.

But without paying much thought to what was going through your head, so many feelings pullulating, subconsciously, you couldn't help but become frustrated at the fact that Eren was leaving you. He was probably going to be swarmed with girls, ready to get a piece of what you called ever-so dearly, your brother's friend, and your juvenile crush that embedded itself in your brain made its way back to the center of your attention.

Naturally, Jean had one last parting gift for you. He, along with Eren, Connie, and some of the other boys on the basketball team took the liberty of forbidding and warding off boys right before school ended, unbeknownst to you. So he was confident he had reinforced his, not-so-subtly threats towards some of the boys in your class, and the one above. Safely assuming that they were scared straight… and they would not be endeavoring to put any sort of moves on Jean’s little sister.

Head drooping down, diddling with your nails as you felt the cold draft trickle up and around the peach fuzz on your arms. Stepping away, to console your dear mother. Ironically, waiting to say goodbye to your brother, all you could think about was his overbearing advice that served as literally nothing at the time, but of course, you’d be needing it now more than ever.

Eren said goodbye to you too, of course, because he was rooming with Jean. “Don’t get mixed in with all those boys, alright?” Shoving him, he laughed, patting your head tauntingly. If anything, he was the boy you needed to keep away from.

“You better be good for me, y/n!”

Getting back to school, a breath of fresh air away from your brother, excited to finally live a little, finally- maybe you can finally have a boyfriend.

What a fucking joke.

Your third year in high school, thinking it would be all parties, boys and new experiences. But it took no more than a week to be faced with the harsh facts of reality, cursing at Jean as you stormed away from the boy in the stairwell, “I- I’m sorry y/n, he told me not to!” He called after you. Evidently, Jean still had a colossal death grip on the boys who were quite literally terrified of him.

***

“Jean’s not around, what’s he gonna do? Ground you? You're eighteen.”

Flinging the pretty satin dress on your bed, Sasha throws a hand on her hip, popping it outwards, “yeah sure, I know that, this isn't even my size sash,” you push the dress away, groaning as you drop onto the bed.

“That’s the whole point!” she snorts, “you have the body, might as well show it off!” practically arguing for an hour got either of you anywhere. Protesting the idea, why would you drag me to a club on the outskirts of the campus grounds… your brother's campus more specifically.

She whines, plopping down beside you, shaking your shoulder, her bracelets clacking together, “c’mon, don’t be such a wuss, Jean won’t be at a club, he has a frat house for parties, r’member?”

“Yea, I suppose,” the idea calms your nerves, why would your brother be there, and what would he do if he did see you? You hated to admit it, but she was right, “I’ll only try it on!” she cheers giddily, clapping her hands as she taps her feet on the wood floor. Rolling your eyes and scoffing, you're tossing the t-shirt over your head and unzipping the soft dress.

It was simple, yet stunning, decorative little scrunches that hitched up the sides of the dress only a little, a loose u-neck with thin straps, it’s an intense black dress, accentuating your curves in just the right ways, it certainly would make a statement. You shook your head as you slipped it up your bare legs, ‘Jean would kill me if he saw me in this.’

Patting down the dress, Sasha howling beside you as you glare at her through the body mirror, jumping around like a fool as you slyly checked yourself out. Sasha turned towards your bed, scooping up the dress she intended to wear, it was white, a cocktail dress that had a thin fabric, stopping just above the mid of her thigh, with thin straps. It was simple, but she looked excellent.

As the night continued on, the milky navy sky darkened quickly each minute, music blasting in your messy bedroom as you and your friend threw on accessories, sprayed each other with fruity perfume, rubbed lotion on your legs, and found heels to wear. You slipped your thin credit card behind the case of your phone. Now, you were a little more pumped, and a little less anxious, soon letting the potential conflicts slip out of your head, abandoning them at home as you shut the front door behind you. “See, told you I’d have you excited by the time we left,” shaking your head, Sasha was never wrong, but you'd never satisfy her ego and admit that to her.

Cars littered the long road leading to the club, all the way down the street, groups of club-goers walking towards the front doors. The line outside the club was another thing, wrapping around the sidewalk, and stopping just about where the entrance would be. Sasha parked the car, “prepare yourself for a long walk.” She moaned, irritated, “what if I get mud on my shoes?”

You laughed, closing the passenger side door and walking around the car to grab her hand, “that’s why we walk on the road.” Pulling her, the two of you now starting your journey to the massive club at the end of the road, watching the numerous people walking ahead of you made your stomach stir, noting that some of these people looked awfully like college kids, muttering, “y’know, Sash, I have a feeling the college kids are here,” she clicks her tongue.

“Oh please, I doubt it,” she waves, heels clacking against the pavement, reaching closer and closer towards the line, “think we can cut?”

You looked around, it was a mess, music booming, even outside the base of the music rocked the bottom of your stomach, “yeah, for sure!” shouting over the music, the bouncer practically allowing the dumps of people to enter the club, you two scurry behind the others, slipping past the doors and into the club, “didn't even have to use the ID’s,” you laugh, throwing up your hand for a high five, Sasha slaps your hand, cheering and spinning around.

Squeezing through the plethora of drunk partiers, finally reaching the bar, opening a tab, the two of you are swallowing down a few shots, “see, what did I tell you, do you see anyone you recognize?”

Shaking your head, Sasha had successfully calmed your angst… well, and the alcohol.

***

He quarreled with himself, his phone in his hand, glancing down at it, he tapped Jean’s name. Was it really you?

He looked back up, and you were gone, ‘fuck,’ he swore. He couldn't believe his eyes, at first, catching your hips swaying away from the bartender with a clear drink in your hand, and he liked what he saw, making a mental note, ‘gotta find her later.’ Until he saw you turn around, his mouth falling open, looking twice at the familiar face. Without a second thought, he’s taking his phone out of his back pocket.

What were you thinking? He was blown away, but stopped his rapid fingers that were ready to snitch on you, ready to tattle on his friend's sister. But after some thought, he deleted the message, sticking his phone back in his pocket.

The loud music, the flashing lights, that tight black- excuse of a dress that you had to keep tugging down because it rode up. Eren told himself he had to stop staring, how weird he probably looked, but fuck he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

He caught a glance at you again, your backside grinding again another girl, hips rolling into her front, he put the beer bottle to his lips, taking a swig while his eyes were still glued to you, he watched as you leaned down, hands on your knees, your tits practically falling out of the top of your dress while you stupidly pressed your ass on that friend of yours. ‘So this is Jean’s lil sis, huh?’ he snickered under his breath.

He turned away from you, leaning his elbow on the bar, “yo, Con,” trying to get his friends' attention.

Connie turns his head, “What's up, tired?” he cackles, patting Eren’s shoulder, where he quickly pushes it off.

“I’ll be back.”

He stands straight, starting to walk away and through the big crowd, “Alright man, don’t be surprised if I leave ya’ here,” before Eren cares to hear the rest of what Connie has to say, he begins to make his way towards you. Gulping down the rest of the bottle, alcohol flowing through the blood in his head, feeling more and more light headed.

***

Sasha with her hands on your waist, not a care in the world. You had never been to a club, not to mention to hadn’t ever been intoxicated in public; and you were fucking loving it, no wonder Jean didn’t want you to have fun like this, “Should’ve broke Jean’s rules s’long ago!” Sasha shouts in your ear, you turn your head, smiling.

“You're right, what is Jean gonna do? Take my phone away?”

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes trailing around the dancing bodies, “another drink?”

Sasha nods, biting her tongue with a cheesy grin on her face, grabbing the side of your dress, “hey, y/n, that guy over there sure can’t take his eyes off you,” she sings, you look around, “two o’clock.”

Your eyes scanning in that direction, trying to find the man she's talking about, “who?” right as you’re about to reach the bar, an arm extends, stopping you in your tracks. Sasha and you look up, an audible gasp jumping out of your throat, and with a cunning grin on his face, swinging a beer bottle around in between his fingers, “Eren?”

“I don’t recall that you’re twenty-one, might I ask why you have damn near half a bottle of vodka in that glass of yours?”

Sasha looks between the two of you confused, “you guys know each other?” You look back at her drunken eyes, nodding.

“Jean’s friend.” Her mouth drops open, forming an ‘o’ shape, looking back up at the man, Eren stuffs his free hand in his pocket, your eyes dragging up the tall man’s body until you meet his eyes once more. You were doomed, you were fucked, surely, he was going to tell Jean, you could puke, “are you gonna…”

“Tell your brother? No, you're eighteen, a big girl.” Sasha senses the eerie tension between the two of you, scratching the back of her head and giggling.

“Well, seems like you guys have a lot to catch up o-”

“Yeah, I think we’re going to have a little talk, okay?” Sasha was taken aback but chose to walk away instead of getting involved. You eluded his glare, as he waited for you to say something for yourself, “so this is what you do when Jean isn’t around, you’re lucky he’s not here.” No, Eren is lucky your brother isn’t here. He wants to have a little fun with you- scare you a little.

Your heart drops down your throat, cowardly, his chest nearly touching yours from the club being beyond packed. And at this point, it wasn’t Jean you were all worked up about, it's the light alcohol smell dancing on your face from Eren’s breath, making it a delicious mix, his cologne swirling into your nostrils, the liquor intensifying your senses to the point where you could feel every scent mix and flocking into your body, warming you up.

You didn’t know if it was the few drinks you had, but your body pulsated, the tips of your fingers hot, your hands hot, your face and stomach, burning. He saw you dissolve in front of him, just like a few years ago, “hey, scared of me or something?”

You weren't scared, but you were worming further and further from any self-control, losing a grip on your feelings and mind as you stared at his face, then back down to his body, then back at his face. His eyes lower than usual, god, he looked so fucking good. He was only twenty-one, yet his body proved otherwise, his brawny shoulders, etched jaw, he grew out his hair, it was down to his shoulders now. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“No, I’m not scared of you,” you mutter, “just surprised, is all.”

It seemed as if the pounding, loud music had eased from around you, things were moving slower, your breathing seemed almost non-existent, his hold on you tightening your throat with each second. It felt like an eternity, the two of you just standing there, completely still. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a peek at Sasha through the other clubbers, jumping around, the drink in her hand spilling, dancing with a stranger with his hands on her hips, guiding her against his chest.

“Your little friend there dragged you into all of this?” he leans down, leveling with your ear, “is this your idea of a good time?” He’s taunting you, trying to prod and get you to fight back. He sees your eyebrows raise, examining the question for a moment before answering. He cocks his head to the side before leaning away from you, smirk growing on his face once again.

“I didn’t know my friend’s little sis could be so rebellious.”

You didn’t know what to say, at the risk of him running back to your brother, “wouldn’t you like to know,” answering his first question, you stifle a laugh, returning a devilish smile. You become enveloped in liquid confidence as the alcohol sets into your blood, he’s happy that you’re returning the energy, and plans to push you just a little farther. You stand before him, feelings from your early teenage years breaking open the barrier that was once kept in a locked down vault in the back of your brain. The friction grew, your head spun, and you needed more. You needed his attention.

He knew you wanted more, he could read you like a book, from the way your eyes tried to escape him, and from how he could see your legs clenching together for dear life, and he was going to give you a little run for your money.

“Tch, maybe Jean would like to know,” your smile sliding off your face, that was a game, “I’m sure he’d be mad, I mean- look at your dress,” his eyes scale your body, you redden, “you’re gonna need someone to take you home before anyone else sees you in that thing, don’t ya’ think?”

“We ‘gotta get that thing off you.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up, from just the thought of being with, alone. You glanced at Sasha again, who sat on a barstool with a man standing between her legs, you looked back at Eren concerned, “that’s my friend, Niccolo, I’m sure she’s okay.” He reassures you.

Eren saw your face twist when you pressed the glass of vodka and soda up to your lips, he felt the growing tension between the two of you building, building and packing itself into the small and sweaty room, ready to burst. The hot atmosphere created little beads of sweat that accumulated on your neck. What he didn't realize was that your face wasn't just twisting in agony from the potent vodka; but instead your head swarmed, head throbbing with the mere thought of Eren taking you home, pressing you against the door and having his way with you.

Your eyes are blinking, looking left and right to avoid his intense presence, your nerves jumping around your stomach, ‘How do I ask him…’

He tried to keep his eyes from slipping down to your exposed chest, he tried to behave, he struggled to grasp onto the small, weakened strings of his morality that were left. My friend's little sister, how perverse, how dirty… How wrong.

He gave himself too much credit when Eren convinced himself he was biting his tongue, behaving. It was easier to blame the alcohol when he caught himself asking you to go back to your place, to take you home, to spend the night with you.

But that was all you needed to hear- finally an opening.

You suppressed a smile, digging your heel into the ground. He leaned back down, his face meeting your neck, “why don't I take you home, you can't be here alone, especially wearing that.”

Eren breathed in, waiting for you to respond to him, the smell of your fruity perfume filling his lungs, he could taste you.

Between your legs was a hot, leaking mess, he had you wrapped around his finger, “Eren…” his eyes were dark, not a drop of emotion on his face.

“Y’know me, I've always taken such good care of you.”

You gently placed your soft hand on his toned, warm chest, you could feel his heart race, his hand slipping around your waist, up your back, then back down to the thin fabric covering the hill of your ass.

His large hand covered a vast amount of your hardly covered ass- God, he restrained himself, he felt you jitter under his grasp, he loved it.

“Have you ever been touched like this before?” he purrs, “-y’like it?”

“Yes- Eren,” he hums, the vibration creating tremors of your own body, he's pleased with your answer, giving a little squeeze to your bottom.

“Want me to take you home? Little girl?”

Before you knew it, you found yourself following right behind his feet, his hand latched onto your wrist, leading you forward, right out the doors of the club without the bat of an eye.

He walked a foot ahead of you, swinging his keys around his finger while he dragged you towards the direction of his car.

This was like a fever dream.

You had thought about this before, you imagined being alone with him, being in his control, being under his body, sneaking around Jean… Only in your dreams.

Although this was really a dream come true, these weren't like the teenage lusts you had once before; this was real life, and this was not how you anticipated it to be.

He unlocked his car door, opening it to let you in, it was silent for the most part, but not an uncomfortable silence, rather, a soothing one. He walked around the car, opening the driver's side and sliding in. He looked at you from the corner of his eye whilst starting the car, “gonna rat me out? -Tell on me?” you shook your head.

“Of course not.”

Eren wanted nothing more than to take you to his place and take real good care of you.

But, inevitably, Jean was there, most likely sleeping off his intoxication. It frustrated him, but he chose to ignore it, for the time being.

There was no way he was the only one feeling this tension, this sexual frustration, you were living proof of it.

You nodded your head, “why would I?” Eren chooses not to respond, of course you wouldn't tell your brother. He reversed out of the parking spot, speeding down the road. He was itching to get you home, and you were impatiently waiting to get home right with him.

He doubted you had a boyfriend- I mean, look at how awkward you were, it was cute though.

“Any boys lately?” you peeked a glance at him, each time he passed under a streetlight, the thin golden chain glistened.

You shake your head, of course there have been no boys, Jean made sure to stop that from ever happening, “no, no boys.” he scoffs, swallowing a laugh.

“Really? Not even a date?” he's amused, and also intrigued, how is it you've been so obedient? So well behaved, “I didn't think Jean was that scary, heh?”

“Now, here you are yanking me out of a club.” You utter, his smile grows on his face, he liked the feeling you gave him, you were giving him power.

Pulling into your driveway, putting the car in park, his hand gently pats your bare knee, “someone's ‘gotta make sure you're behaving.”

Your throat grew dry with his choice of words, “yeah, you're the boss.”

Pulling into your driveway, he's quickly jumping out of the car, waiting for you for only a moment before closely following behind you, walking you to your door, it felt natural; he was essentially home. Turning around to face him as you slowly twisted the doorknob behind your back, raising an eyebrow.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, your little smile egging him on to come in, pushing past you.

You puffed out your cheeks, he slowly lingered into your darkly lit living room, you popped your lips together, adjusting your short little dress. Eren towered over you, stopping you from stepping further into the house, his long index finger speaking up your neck, up to your chin, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip.

“That's a pretty color.” He mumbles, referencing the pale, milky pink that compliments the other makeup you have on your face.

This was too much for him to handle, the way the dim lights from the kitchen behind him adorned your bare skin, your beady eyes looking up at him with such desperation, you were practically begging him for it.

You reached up on your toes, meeting him as he dipped his head down to get a taste of your lips. His hand winding around your body, pulling you into his torso. Eren stepped back, turning you around and pulling his head back, “get upstairs.”

Obeying, stepping up the stairs with him at your feet behind you, your hand in his, all the way down the dark hallway and into your room, shutting it behind you, “messy, heh?” he teases, looking around to see the ‘club planning’ mess you and your friend made.

You scoffed, tittering, he sits on your bed, yanking you by the wrist and right between his legs. He's grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you downwards, kissing you again. Messy, sloppy noises filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his thigh, straddling him.

His hands slipped down, rubbing your legs as he's pushing your dress up, until it's scrunched up at your hips. Groping, kneading, pulling at the soft flesh of your ass. Your fingers balled up his hair, pulling his head back. You sit on his thigh.

Feeling his fingers fiddle with the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling eagerly until the spaghetti strings are falling off your shoulders and down your arms.

Eren croons, “perfect, hm?” his large hands cupping your tits, squeezing them, “fuck- fuck they're perfect.”

You puffed out air, pressing against his thigh as he rubbed his thumbs around your nipples to get them hard, pulling you closer so he could lean down and sink his teeth into your skin, sucking the surface of your chest. Grabbing at the pliable skin between his pretty white teeth, looking up at you.

“Eren- Oh,” you're gasping as his lips pop off your chest, the blood rushing under your skin, red and purple flooding up to the surface.

You didn't realize your hips were winding against his rock-solid thigh, detonating all the right nerves between your legs, Eren, Eren- please.” You're begging, hands trembling as you gripped onto his shoulder, you were so so close already.

“What is it? You want it?” he asks sweetly, pushing you off his thigh and standing, “you want me to touch you?” He's positioning you on the bed, pulling the tight t-shirt over his head, then plunging between your legs, kissing your neck, down the valley of your breasts, stopping to suck your nipple.

You reach for the button on his jeans, tugging them down the second his button pops open, his cock springing free from under his boxers, he sits up, pulling you upwards with him, “-you ever sucked dick before?”

“No, no I haven't,” you whimper, the sensation of his fingers locking into your hair, pulling your head back, mouth falling open.

“Stick out that tongue,” his thumb hooking into your mouth, tongue lolling out, his free fist wrapping around his thinly clothed cock, “pretty, all that spit in there.”

His thumb presses against your tongue, slipping down the muscle and down the back of your throat. Your eyes well up instantly, coughing and choking around his thumb, he praises you, grinning as he sees you struggle for air.

He grabs at the hem of his boxers, pulling them down, salivating at just looking at his cock, “open wide, pretty girl.”

His face twists with pleasure as he presses his cock into your mouth and down your throat, your lips wrapping around his cock and thrusting him further and further down your throat until your nose is tickled by the pubes at the base of his cock.

He swears, choking on his words, “you're doing so good- keep going, like that,” he pleads, spit dripping from your bottom lip, eye makeup from your eyes pouring tears training your cheeks, he was in awe, how was it possible that you are so innocent?

“Fuck, g-god.”

He jerks you by the hair off of his cock, breathless, strings of saliva from his throbbing cock to your red, swollen lips. His perfect orbs staring down at you with such admiration, so proud of you.

He lays you back, grabbing at your dress, “you really haven’t done this before?” he taunts, “are you sure you haven’t sucked a guy's cock before? Do I have to tell big brother?” his hand tenderly feeling your neck, forcing you to look at him, “what do you think Jean would say about this? Would he be mad?”

You double in embarrassment, biting on your bottom lip. Eren getting onto the bed, lifting your leg over his thigh, sitting himself between your legs, his grip on your throat tightens, your hand promptly wrapping around his wrist, grabbing for him to loosen his hand. You groan, mouth falling open as you choke

“What is it? What's the matter? Scared I'll tell ya big bro, little girl?”

His cock sits on your pelvic bone, tip spilling precum as he tries to taunt you, “n-no,” you sputter.

He laughs, “bullshit,” he grabs his cock, lifting your hip up so he can aim right at your soaked cunt, he coos, seeing the wrinkles appear on your forehead curl up, “don’t worry, little one, I would never tell your brother.”

You feel his thick head peek at your entrance, desperately trying to lift your head, trying to look down at his flustered cock, “fuck- I need you,” he's groaning, “-need this so bad.”

He's hoisting your waist up to meet his, making sure you're incapable of moving, “please, Eren.”

The walls of your cunt fluttering open, inviting, begging for his cock, you twitched. His cock in his hand, slowly pushing against your clit, dragging his cock up and down, picking up the sap that came from your folds. You whined, frustrated, Eren swore under his breath.

Deliberately, painfully sinking into your cunt, throwing his head back before he's bottoming out into you; your walls clenching, pulsating around his thick cock.

Mouth falling open, he's folding over, gripping your jaw as he gives you little kitten licks on your neck, up the bottom of your neck to the back of your ear. He stays there, inside your cunt for a moment to savor the pure essence of your taste, the strong grip of your pussy, the pretty view of your walls decorating around the base of his cock.

Keeping a strong grip on the meat of your side, he pulls out of you, before quickly dipping back in.

His hips pulling, then slamming against yours, cries erupting from your mouth as he splits you open, the tears that once fell from your eyes fell once more, falling to your pillow, your tits bouncing as Eren’s cock knocked into you.

“God- look at you,” hair falling in front of his face, the chain he had on dancing around his neck, “ya’ waited for me? Like a good girl?”

Being fucked dumb, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “how long have you wanted it?” you try to fix your vertiginous eyes on him, vision blurred, “- thought about my cock in you?”

Of course you did, moaning his name every night under your sheets with your fingers between your clit and your other hand ripping the sheets off the corner of your bed.

“-s’long, a long time Eren!”

His cock drilling into you was enough to make your body squirm, you sobbed and moaned as he tore you open, his cock practically making your stomach protrude from under the skin. Eren’s veins pleasingly rubbing against all the charged nerves in your walls, pulsating and sucking him in for more.

His hips rocking against yours, one of his strong arms gripping the metal bed frame behind your head, the bed slamming whacking against the thin wall, “keep suckin’ me in, come on, pretty girl,” he praises, watching as your eyes blinked frantically. Releasing his hand from the bed frame only for a moment, petting your sweaty head, pushing the hair back with his thumb tracing under your eye, wiping the makeup and tears.

He smiles, inching closer to orgasm just looking at your sloppy, disheveled face, “so good- love it.”

“-love it! love it! love it!”

Your back struggles to arch, body jerking downwards against his thighs, fighting against the fast pace of his cock rutting into you, wailing as you came. Ruthlessly, he keeps going.

“Hm, good, good girl, all over my cock, huh?”

Rolling your hips, he eventually slows down, watching as your cream drenches his cock, watching as it gushes and drips down to your asshole. This pushes Eren over the edge, chest heaving, mouth going lax as he moans, groaning out your name; groaning out praises, his hips pushing deep against yours, bottoming out.

His dick twitches, head falling to his chest as he unloads into your worn-out pussy.

He sits in your cunt for a few moments ensuring not a drop of his seed was to go to waste, slowly pulling back- softening, soaked cock. He wastes no time taking his two fingers, starting from your ass to scoop up the cum, all the way to your quivering hole, stuffing you full of his cum that spilled out.

Eren leans down, killing you messily with open mouth kisses, breathing heavily as you tasted each other's sweat, his hand trailing up your side to your tit, kneading it, “hm- tastes so good.”

You hum against his mouth, letting him pull at your bottom lip between his teeth. You didn't even think twice about how uncomfortable this usually would be. Both of you are sticky, Eren nearly on top of you, swallowing each other's tongues. However, that was the last thing that crossed either of your minds.

Lost in time, it was disappointing to feel him pull away when he heard his phone ring from his back pocket on the floor, “wait, wait.” He lifts off of you, leaning over to grab his phone from the floor. He scoffs, smiling and hoisting his hair out of his face, “ironic.”

You look at him, confused, sitting up as Eren is. He taps the green button, answering it before looking at you.

“it’s your big bro… What's up, Kirstein.”

Eren kept silent for the most part, making sure not to make a scene in front of you, or jump to any defense, but what the fuck was he going to do?

“You know I have a camera… on my doorbell, right?”

[sweettodo]

yay you’re back!!! how are you feeling? :)

omgg i’m so happy. summer is here so i can redirect my priorities! the stress was absolutely horrible. how are you??

also i saw your little message in my inbox so i will be writing that !!

#todotalks #hey there

[sweettodo]

hi guys i’ve really been doing some thinking and i believe it’s best i share what’s on my mind. as of tonight, 06 / 11 / 21, i will be wiping my page clean of all references and fics pertaining to yarichin.

i’ve realized that it’s best i remove my “yarichin b*tch club” fics. over some time, i only believed my opinion was correct, only looking at my side of things. but i realize that it’s very insensitive, and wrong to be completely honest. i see that cons, most definitely outweigh the positives ( in which there really isn’t ) & i should be more aware of others, and how bad and ignorant i may be seen as.

truthfully, it took some time to really see how the show is incredibly perverse, disgusting, and wrong, but i’ve decided that it’s for the best after looking at it morally, and just with some decency. i believe you all should reevaluate as well, the show IS wrong, and there’s no excusing that. if i can tell people not to watch the show, or real the manga, i would do so. don’t read it, it’s not something we should be supporting.

#tw : yarichin. #some character development

[sweettodo]

brothers friend.

pairing : eren jaeger x reader

includes : dumb con ( reader x eren are slightly intoxicated ), underage drinking, creampie, eventual smut, ( reader is 18 ).

synopsis : your brother was and is so protective over his little sister. so what are you going to do when his good friend, eren, catches you at a bar... breaking all the rules?

wc : 6k

hey guys, thanks for stickin’ by! after a little break, i’m back with a bang.... *wink*

***

Your big brother- overprotective, burly, blonde idiot was nothing short of a shielding brother who had already been put forth with most of the challenges of being a teenager, moving out by the time you were seventeen. But alas, those seventeen years he had frightened you, averting you away from any boy who wanted to talk to you. No dates, no hanging with boys, he knew everything, like ESP.

Not a single boy had ever stepped foot into your house…

Well, besides his buddies of course. Taking over the couch, soda cans and garbage littering the table, the game console connected to the living room TV; you were in charge of all the tedious duties, but not limited to, kicking their feet off the coffee table as you walked by, spraying the air freshener as they stampeded in after playing basketball that evening. You were the little housemaid, you're just the sweet, innocent little sis.

All your friends had boyfriends, or at least had one in the past, recalling the countless times you found yourself whining, pleading your case to big-brother Jean, “all my friends have them!” and he simply shrugged, and nudged his friend's side with his elbow, humming, you knew where this was going. And you’d be damned if you were going to put up with it any longer.

“And all the boys think your friends are easy, can’t have my lil’ sis being grouped in with those… what's the word I'm looking for Eren?”

“Groupies?”

“Yea! Groupies, and I don’t think you need a boyfriend anyway,” rolling your eyes, you could care less about the silly ridiculing and bully-like behavior that Jean simply labeled as, ‘protecting his sister.’

“Whatever you say, Jean,” leaving the two, feet treading up the steps, stopping at the top of the stairs, “and you don't have to insult my friends!” hollering from atop the staircase. Slamming your bedroom door behind you.

With being sheltered to the extent you were, things got… confusing. Your feelings and newly accumulating hormones plaguing your teen brain, taking a particular interest in the boy who more than occasionally hung around these parts. Eren Jaeger. With no specific explanation as to why; it was just a youthful, girly fascination. But it was still a crush, a big one at that. You had not an ounce of an idea on who to stay away from, what was right and wrong.

But what could be wrong with a tiny schoolgirl crush?

Cheeks a crimson red whenever he teased you, gushing whenever he smiled at you, swimming together, with your brother in the pool in your backyard every hot, summer day. Jean had a small suspicion, finding it odd that you were so awkward around him, his eyebrow lifting in question, hearing his little sister stutter like an airhead in front of his good friend, and there was no denying you found yourself in shambles once you discovered these deeper, more intense emotions. No one ever questioned it, maybe besides your mother, that's when you finally came to the ambiguous conclusion that you had to get your act together.

For a few years, Eren was the main character in your dreams, every. Single. Night.

Which didn’t help your case, you'd find yourself balling up your fist to your skull, embarrassingly banging your head, this was ridiculous, trying to push the thoughts of the tall, lean, muscular… long-haired brune-

‘What’s on your mind, little girl?’

Your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, looking up from the couch to see the man himself, you had no idea what to say, never able to know what to say to him at that age, ‘n-nothing, watching my show.’ Your face had heated up beyond hiding, looking away to evade those teasing eyes of Eren Jaeger.

Eren knew deep down in the back of his head that you went through that awkward phase, but he was never going to humiliate you; you might as well have fallen off the face of the earth if he brought it up, and he knew that.

You were happy that crush just about subsided when you turned fourteen.

Your second year of highschool is when dating, stupid games like spin the bottle or slipping little love letters into lockers had its death grip on everyone around you. They kissed who? Ew, she did what… with him? You were covetous, angry, even. But you were so naive, not even taking into account that this could be you that they were talking so badly about. Of course, Jean was just keeping you safe, which you appreciated a little farther down the road. He knew all the perils, and the sinful motives of boys, and could deter you from being as simple-minded as your friends, sad to even entertain the fact that it was true, and you knew it.

But fuck, you resented him for it. You were treated like a child, sixteen, and not even one kiss? This was all his fault.

***

So when it came time for your brother to leave for college, torn apart in sadness, your parents just about sobbing in the small dorm room, cluttered with all his belongings as they waited to be unpacked. He hugged you, digging his knuckles into the top of your head, teasing you as you frantically tried to wipe your tears, “don’t be sad, y’know I’ll be home before you know it.”

Yes, although you hated his uncalled-for protectiveness, it was your brother.

But without paying much thought to what was going through your head, so many feelings pullulating, subconsciously, you couldn't help but become frustrated at the fact that Eren was leaving you. He was probably going to be swarmed with girls, ready to get a piece of what you called ever-so dearly, your brother's friend, and your juvenile crush that embedded itself in your brain made its way back to the center of your attention.

Naturally, Jean had one last parting gift for you. He, along with Eren, Connie, and some of the other boys on the basketball team took the liberty of forbidding and warding off boys right before school ended, unbeknownst to you. So he was confident he had reinforced his, not-so-subtly threats towards some of the boys in your class, and the one above. Safely assuming that they were scared straight… and they would not be endeavoring to put any sort of moves on Jean’s little sister.

Head drooping down, diddling with your nails as you felt the cold draft trickle up and around the peach fuzz on your arms. Stepping away, to console your dear mother. Ironically, waiting to say goodbye to your brother, all you could think about was his overbearing advice that served as literally nothing at the time, but of course, you’d be needing it now more than ever.

Eren said goodbye to you too, of course, because he was rooming with Jean. “Don’t get mixed in with all those boys, alright?” Shoving him, he laughed, patting your head tauntingly. If anything, he was the boy you needed to keep away from.

“You better be good for me, y/n!”

Getting back to school, a breath of fresh air away from your brother, excited to finally live a little, finally- maybe you can finally have a boyfriend.

What a fucking joke.

Your third year in high school, thinking it would be all parties, boys and new experiences. But it took no more than a week to be faced with the harsh facts of reality, cursing at Jean as you stormed away from the boy in the stairwell, “I- I’m sorry y/n, he told me not to!” He called after you. Evidently, Jean still had a colossal death grip on the boys who were quite literally terrified of him.

***

“Jean’s not around, what’s he gonna do? Ground you? You're eighteen.”

Flinging the pretty satin dress on your bed, Sasha throws a hand on her hip, popping it outwards, “yeah sure, I know that, this isn't even my size sash,” you push the dress away, groaning as you drop onto the bed.

“That’s the whole point!” she snorts, “you have the body, might as well show it off!” practically arguing for an hour got either of you anywhere. Protesting the idea, why would you drag me to a club on the outskirts of the campus grounds… your brother's campus more specifically.

She whines, plopping down beside you, shaking your shoulder, her bracelets clacking together, “c’mon, don’t be such a wuss, Jean won’t be at a club, he has a frat house for parties, r’member?”

“Yea, I suppose,” the idea calms your nerves, why would your brother be there, and what would he do if he did see you? You hated to admit it, but she was right, “I’ll only try it on!” she cheers giddily, clapping her hands as she taps her feet on the wood floor. Rolling your eyes and scoffing, you're tossing the t-shirt over your head and unzipping the soft dress.

It was simple, yet stunning, decorative little scrunches that hitched up the sides of the dress only a little, a loose u-neck with thin straps, it’s an intense black dress, accentuating your curves in just the right ways, it certainly would make a statement. You shook your head as you slipped it up your bare legs, ‘Jean would kill me if he saw me in this.’

Patting down the dress, Sasha howling beside you as you glare at her through the body mirror, jumping around like a fool as you slyly checked yourself out. Sasha turned towards your bed, scooping up the dress she intended to wear, it was white, a cocktail dress that had a thin fabric, stopping just above the mid of her thigh, with thin straps. It was simple, but she looked excellent.

As the night continued on, the milky navy sky darkened quickly each minute, music blasting in your messy bedroom as you and your friend threw on accessories, sprayed each other with fruity perfume, rubbed lotion on your legs, and found heels to wear. You slipped your thin credit card behind the case of your phone. Now, you were a little more pumped, and a little less anxious, soon letting the potential conflicts slip out of your head, abandoning them at home as you shut the front door behind you. “See, told you I’d have you excited by the time we left,” shaking your head, Sasha was never wrong, but you'd never satisfy her ego and admit that to her.

Cars littered the long road leading to the club, all the way down the street, groups of club-goers walking towards the front doors. The line outside the club was another thing, wrapping around the sidewalk, and stopping just about where the entrance would be. Sasha parked the car, “prepare yourself for a long walk.” She moaned, irritated, “what if I get mud on my shoes?”

You laughed, closing the passenger side door and walking around the car to grab her hand, “that’s why we walk on the road.” Pulling her, the two of you now starting your journey to the massive club at the end of the road, watching the numerous people walking ahead of you made your stomach stir, noting that some of these people looked awfully like college kids, muttering, “y’know, Sash, I have a feeling the college kids are here,” she clicks her tongue.

“Oh please, I doubt it,” she waves, heels clacking against the pavement, reaching closer and closer towards the line, “think we can cut?”

You looked around, it was a mess, music booming, even outside the base of the music rocked the bottom of your stomach, “yeah, for sure!” shouting over the music, the bouncer practically allowing the dumps of people to enter the club, you two scurry behind the others, slipping past the doors and into the club, “didn't even have to use the ID’s,” you laugh, throwing up your hand for a high five, Sasha slaps your hand, cheering and spinning around.

Squeezing through the plethora of drunk partiers, finally reaching the bar, opening a tab, the two of you are swallowing down a few shots, “see, what did I tell you, do you see anyone you recognize?”

Shaking your head, Sasha had successfully calmed your angst… well, and the alcohol.

***

He quarreled with himself, his phone in his hand, glancing down at it, he tapped Jean’s name. Was it really you?

He looked back up, and you were gone, ‘fuck,’ he swore. He couldn't believe his eyes, at first, catching your hips swaying away from the bartender with a clear drink in your hand, and he liked what he saw, making a mental note, ‘gotta find her later.’ Until he saw you turn around, his mouth falling open, looking twice at the familiar face. Without a second thought, he’s taking his phone out of his back pocket.

What were you thinking? He was blown away, but stopped his rapid fingers that were ready to snitch on you, ready to tattle on his friend's sister. But after some thought, he deleted the message, sticking his phone back in his pocket.

The loud music, the flashing lights, that tight black- excuse of a dress that you had to keep tugging down because it rode up. Eren told himself he had to stop staring, how weird he probably looked, but fuck he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

He caught a glance at you again, your backside grinding again another girl, hips rolling into her front, he put the beer bottle to his lips, taking a swig while his eyes were still glued to you, he watched as you leaned down, hands on your knees, your tits practically falling out of the top of your dress while you stupidly pressed your ass on that friend of yours. ‘So this is Jean’s lil sis, huh?’ he snickered under his breath.

He turned away from you, leaning his elbow on the bar, “yo, Con,” trying to get his friends' attention.

Connie turns his head, “What's up, tired?” he cackles, patting Eren’s shoulder, where he quickly pushes it off.

“I’ll be back.”

He stands straight, starting to walk away and through the big crowd, “Alright man, don’t be surprised if I leave ya’ here,” before Eren cares to hear the rest of what Connie has to say, he begins to make his way towards you. Gulping down the rest of the bottle, alcohol flowing through the blood in his head, feeling more and more light headed.

***

Sasha with her hands on your waist, not a care in the world. You had never been to a club, not to mention to hadn’t ever been intoxicated in public; and you were fucking loving it, no wonder Jean didn’t want you to have fun like this, “Should’ve broke Jean’s rules s’long ago!” Sasha shouts in your ear, you turn your head, smiling.

“You're right, what is Jean gonna do? Take my phone away?”

Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes trailing around the dancing bodies, “another drink?”

Sasha nods, biting her tongue with a cheesy grin on her face, grabbing the side of your dress, “hey, y/n, that guy over there sure can’t take his eyes off you,” she sings, you look around, “two o’clock.”

Your eyes scanning in that direction, trying to find the man she's talking about, “who?” right as you’re about to reach the bar, an arm extends, stopping you in your tracks. Sasha and you look up, an audible gasp jumping out of your throat, and with a cunning grin on his face, swinging a beer bottle around in between his fingers, “Eren?”

“I don’t recall that you’re twenty-one, might I ask why you have damn near half a bottle of vodka in that glass of yours?”

Sasha looks between the two of you confused, “you guys know each other?” You look back at her drunken eyes, nodding.

“Jean’s friend.” Her mouth drops open, forming an ‘o’ shape, looking back up at the man, Eren stuffs his free hand in his pocket, your eyes dragging up the tall man’s body until you meet his eyes once more. You were doomed, you were fucked, surely, he was going to tell Jean, you could puke, “are you gonna…”

“Tell your brother? No, you're eighteen, a big girl.” Sasha senses the eerie tension between the two of you, scratching the back of her head and giggling.

“Well, seems like you guys have a lot to catch up o-”

“Yeah, I think we’re going to have a little talk, okay?” Sasha was taken aback but chose to walk away instead of getting involved. You eluded his glare, as he waited for you to say something for yourself, “so this is what you do when Jean isn’t around, you’re lucky he’s not here.” No, Eren is lucky your brother isn’t here. He wants to have a little fun with you- scare you a little.

Your heart drops down your throat, cowardly, his chest nearly touching yours from the club being beyond packed. And at this point, it wasn’t Jean you were all worked up about, it's the light alcohol smell dancing on your face from Eren’s breath, making it a delicious mix, his cologne swirling into your nostrils, the liquor intensifying your senses to the point where you could feel every scent mix and flocking into your body, warming you up.

You didn’t know if it was the few drinks you had, but your body pulsated, the tips of your fingers hot, your hands hot, your face and stomach, burning. He saw you dissolve in front of him, just like a few years ago, “hey, scared of me or something?”

You weren't scared, but you were worming further and further from any self-control, losing a grip on your feelings and mind as you stared at his face, then back down to his body, then back at his face. His eyes lower than usual, god, he looked so fucking good. He was only twenty-one, yet his body proved otherwise, his brawny shoulders, etched jaw, he grew out his hair, it was down to his shoulders now. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“No, I’m not scared of you,” you mutter, “just surprised, is all.”

It seemed as if the pounding, loud music had eased from around you, things were moving slower, your breathing seemed almost non-existent, his hold on you tightening your throat with each second. It felt like an eternity, the two of you just standing there, completely still. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a peek at Sasha through the other clubbers, jumping around, the drink in her hand spilling, dancing with a stranger with his hands on her hips, guiding her against his chest.

“Your little friend there dragged you into all of this?” he leans down, leveling with your ear, “is this your idea of a good time?” He’s taunting you, trying to prod and get you to fight back. He sees your eyebrows raise, examining the question for a moment before answering. He cocks his head to the side before leaning away from you, smirk growing on his face once again.

“I didn’t know my friend’s little sis could be so rebellious.”

You didn’t know what to say, at the risk of him running back to your brother, “wouldn’t you like to know,” answering his first question, you stifle a laugh, returning a devilish smile. You become enveloped in liquid confidence as the alcohol sets into your blood, he’s happy that you’re returning the energy, and plans to push you just a little farther. You stand before him, feelings from your early teenage years breaking open the barrier that was once kept in a locked down vault in the back of your brain. The friction grew, your head spun, and you needed more. You needed his attention.

He knew you wanted more, he could read you like a book, from the way your eyes tried to escape him, and from how he could see your legs clenching together for dear life, and he was going to give you a little run for your money.

“Tch, maybe Jean would like to know,” your smile sliding off your face, that was a game, “I’m sure he’d be mad, I mean- look at your dress,” his eyes scale your body, you redden, “you’re gonna need someone to take you home before anyone else sees you in that thing, don’t ya’ think?”

“We ‘gotta get that thing off you.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up, from just the thought of being with, alone. You glanced at Sasha again, who sat on a barstool with a man standing between her legs, you looked back at Eren concerned, “that’s my friend, Niccolo, I’m sure she’s okay.” He reassures you.

Eren saw your face twist when you pressed the glass of vodka and soda up to your lips, he felt the growing tension between the two of you building, building and packing itself into the small and sweaty room, ready to burst. The hot atmosphere created little beads of sweat that accumulated on your neck. What he didn't realize was that your face wasn't just twisting in agony from the potent vodka; but instead your head swarmed, head throbbing with the mere thought of Eren taking you home, pressing you against the door and having his way with you.

Your eyes are blinking, looking left and right to avoid his intense presence, your nerves jumping around your stomach, ‘How do I ask him…’

He tried to keep his eyes from slipping down to your exposed chest, he tried to behave, he struggled to grasp onto the small, weakened strings of his morality that were left. My friend's little sister, how perverse, how dirty… How wrong.

He gave himself too much credit when Eren convinced himself he was biting his tongue, behaving. It was easier to blame the alcohol when he caught himself asking you to go back to your place, to take you home, to spend the night with you.

But that was all you needed to hear- finally an opening.

You suppressed a smile, digging your heel into the ground. He leaned back down, his face meeting your neck, “why don't I take you home, you can't be here alone, especially wearing that.”

Eren breathed in, waiting for you to respond to him, the smell of your fruity perfume filling his lungs, he could taste you.

Between your legs was a hot, leaking mess, he had you wrapped around his finger, “Eren…” his eyes were dark, not a drop of emotion on his face.

“Y’know me, I've always taken such good care of you.”

You gently placed your soft hand on his toned, warm chest, you could feel his heart race, his hand slipping around your waist, up your back, then back down to the thin fabric covering the hill of your ass.

His large hand covered a vast amount of your hardly covered ass- God, he restrained himself, he felt you jitter under his grasp, he loved it.

“Have you ever been touched like this before?” he purrs, “-y’like it?”

“Yes- Eren,” he hums, the vibration creating tremors of your own body, he's pleased with your answer, giving a little squeeze to your bottom.

“Want me to take you home? Little girl?”

Before you knew it, you found yourself following right behind his feet, his hand latched onto your wrist, leading you forward, right out the doors of the club without the bat of an eye.

He walked a foot ahead of you, swinging his keys around his finger while he dragged you towards the direction of his car.

This was like a fever dream.

You had thought about this before, you imagined being alone with him, being in his control, being under his body, sneaking around Jean… Only in your dreams.

Although this was really a dream come true, these weren't like the teenage lusts you had once before; this was real life, and this was not how you anticipated it to be.

He unlocked his car door, opening it to let you in, it was silent for the most part, but not an uncomfortable silence, rather, a soothing one. He walked around the car, opening the driver's side and sliding in. He looked at you from the corner of his eye whilst starting the car, “gonna rat me out? -Tell on me?” you shook your head.

“Of course not.”

Eren wanted nothing more than to take you to his place and take real good care of you.

But, inevitably, Jean was there, most likely sleeping off his intoxication. It frustrated him, but he chose to ignore it, for the time being.

There was no way he was the only one feeling this tension, this sexual frustration, you were living proof of it.

You nodded your head, “why would I?” Eren chooses not to respond, of course you wouldn't tell your brother. He reversed out of the parking spot, speeding down the road. He was itching to get you home, and you were impatiently waiting to get home right with him.

He doubted you had a boyfriend- I mean, look at how awkward you were, it was cute though.

“Any boys lately?” you peeked a glance at him, each time he passed under a streetlight, the thin golden chain glistened.

You shake your head, of course there have been no boys, Jean made sure to stop that from ever happening, “no, no boys.” he scoffs, swallowing a laugh.

“Really? Not even a date?” he's amused, and also intrigued, how is it you've been so obedient? So well behaved, “I didn't think Jean was that scary, heh?”

“Now, here you are yanking me out of a club.” You utter, his smile grows on his face, he liked the feeling you gave him, you were giving him power.

Pulling into your driveway, putting the car in park, his hand gently pats your bare knee, “someone's ‘gotta make sure you're behaving.”

Your throat grew dry with his choice of words, “yeah, you're the boss.”

Pulling into your driveway, he's quickly jumping out of the car, waiting for you for only a moment before closely following behind you, walking you to your door, it felt natural; he was essentially home. Turning around to face him as you slowly twisted the doorknob behind your back, raising an eyebrow.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, your little smile egging him on to come in, pushing past you.

You puffed out your cheeks, he slowly lingered into your darkly lit living room, you popped your lips together, adjusting your short little dress. Eren towered over you, stopping you from stepping further into the house, his long index finger speaking up your neck, up to your chin, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip.

“That's a pretty color.” He mumbles, referencing the pale, milky pink that compliments the other makeup you have on your face.

This was too much for him to handle, the way the dim lights from the kitchen behind him adorned your bare skin, your beady eyes looking up at him with such desperation, you were practically begging him for it.

You reached up on your toes, meeting him as he dipped his head down to get a taste of your lips. His hand winding around your body, pulling you into his torso. Eren stepped back, turning you around and pulling his head back, “get upstairs.”

Obeying, stepping up the stairs with him at your feet behind you, your hand in his, all the way down the dark hallway and into your room, shutting it behind you, “messy, heh?” he teases, looking around to see the ‘club planning’ mess you and your friend made.

You scoffed, tittering, he sits on your bed, yanking you by the wrist and right between his legs. He's grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you downwards, kissing you again. Messy, sloppy noises filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his thigh, straddling him.

His hands slipped down, rubbing your legs as he's pushing your dress up, until it's scrunched up at your hips. Groping, kneading, pulling at the soft flesh of your ass. Your fingers balled up his hair, pulling his head back. You sit on his thigh.

Feeling his fingers fiddle with the zipper on the back of your dress, pulling eagerly until the spaghetti strings are falling off your shoulders and down your arms.

Eren croons, “perfect, hm?” his large hands cupping your tits, squeezing them, “fuck- fuck they're perfect.”

You puffed out air, pressing against his thigh as he rubbed his thumbs around your nipples to get them hard, pulling you closer so he could lean down and sink his teeth into your skin, sucking the surface of your chest. Grabbing at the pliable skin between his pretty white teeth, looking up at you.

“Eren- Oh,” you're gasping as his lips pop off your chest, the blood rushing under your skin, red and purple flooding up to the surface.

You didn't realize your hips were winding against his rock-solid thigh, detonating all the right nerves between your legs, Eren, Eren- please.” You're begging, hands trembling as you gripped onto his shoulder, you were so so close already.

“What is it? You want it?” he asks sweetly, pushing you off his thigh and standing, “you want me to touch you?” He's positioning you on the bed, pulling the tight t-shirt over his head, then plunging between your legs, kissing your neck, down the valley of your breasts, stopping to suck your nipple.

You reach for the button on his jeans, tugging them down the second his button pops open, his cock springing free from under his boxers, he sits up, pulling you upwards with him, “-you ever sucked dick before?”

“No, no I haven't,” you whimper, the sensation of his fingers locking into your hair, pulling your head back, mouth falling open.

“Stick out that tongue,” his thumb hooking into your mouth, tongue lolling out, his free fist wrapping around his thinly clothed cock, “pretty, all that spit in there.”

His thumb presses against your tongue, slipping down the muscle and down the back of your throat. Your eyes well up instantly, coughing and choking around his thumb, he praises you, grinning as he sees you struggle for air.

He grabs at the hem of his boxers, pulling them down, salivating at just looking at his cock, “open wide, pretty girl.”

His face twists with pleasure as he presses his cock into your mouth and down your throat, your lips wrapping around his cock and thrusting him further and further down your throat until your nose is tickled by the pubes at the base of his cock.

He swears, choking on his words, “you're doing so good- keep going, like that,” he pleads, spit dripping from your bottom lip, eye makeup from your eyes pouring tears training your cheeks, he was in awe, how was it possible that you are so innocent?

“Fuck, g-god.”

He jerks you by the hair off of his cock, breathless, strings of saliva from his throbbing cock to your red, swollen lips. His perfect orbs staring down at you with such admiration, so proud of you.

He lays you back, grabbing at your dress, “you really haven’t done this before?” he taunts, “are you sure you haven’t sucked a guy's cock before? Do I have to tell big brother?” his hand tenderly feeling your neck, forcing you to look at him, “what do you think Jean would say about this? Would he be mad?”

You double in embarrassment, biting on your bottom lip. Eren getting onto the bed, lifting your leg over his thigh, sitting himself between your legs, his grip on your throat tightens, your hand promptly wrapping around his wrist, grabbing for him to loosen his hand. You groan, mouth falling open as you choke

“What is it? What's the matter? Scared I'll tell ya big bro, little girl?”

His cock sits on your pelvic bone, tip spilling precum as he tries to taunt you, “n-no,” you sputter.

He laughs, “bullshit,” he grabs his cock, lifting your hip up so he can aim right at your soaked cunt, he coos, seeing the wrinkles appear on your forehead curl up, “don’t worry, little one, I would never tell your brother.”

You feel his thick head peek at your entrance, desperately trying to lift your head, trying to look down at his flustered cock, “fuck- I need you,” he's groaning, “-need this so bad.”

He's hoisting your waist up to meet his, making sure you're incapable of moving, “please, Eren.”

The walls of your cunt fluttering open, inviting, begging for his cock, you twitched. His cock in his hand, slowly pushing against your clit, dragging his cock up and down, picking up the sap that came from your folds. You whined, frustrated, Eren swore under his breath.

Deliberately, painfully sinking into your cunt, throwing his head back before he's bottoming out into you; your walls clenching, pulsating around his thick cock.

Mouth falling open, he's folding over, gripping your jaw as he gives you little kitten licks on your neck, up the bottom of your neck to the back of your ear. He stays there, inside your cunt for a moment to savor the pure essence of your taste, the strong grip of your pussy, the pretty view of your walls decorating around the base of his cock.

Keeping a strong grip on the meat of your side, he pulls out of you, before quickly dipping back in.

His hips pulling, then slamming against yours, cries erupting from your mouth as he splits you open, the tears that once fell from your eyes fell once more, falling to your pillow, your tits bouncing as Eren’s cock knocked into you.

“God- look at you,” hair falling in front of his face, the chain he had on dancing around his neck, “ya’ waited for me? Like a good girl?”

Being fucked dumb, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “how long have you wanted it?” you try to fix your vertiginous eyes on him, vision blurred, “- thought about my cock in you?”

Of course you did, moaning his name every night under your sheets with your fingers between your clit and your other hand ripping the sheets off the corner of your bed.

“-s’long, a long time Eren!”

His cock drilling into you was enough to make your body squirm, you sobbed and moaned as he tore you open, his cock practically making your stomach protrude from under the skin. Eren’s veins pleasingly rubbing against all the charged nerves in your walls, pulsating and sucking him in for more.

His hips rocking against yours, one of his strong arms gripping the metal bed frame behind your head, the bed slamming whacking against the thin wall, “keep suckin’ me in, come on, pretty girl,” he praises, watching as your eyes blinked frantically. Releasing his hand from the bed frame only for a moment, petting your sweaty head, pushing the hair back with his thumb tracing under your eye, wiping the makeup and tears.

He smiles, inching closer to orgasm just looking at your sloppy, disheveled face, “so good- love it.”

“-love it! love it! love it!”

Your back struggles to arch, body jerking downwards against his thighs, fighting against the fast pace of his cock rutting into you, wailing as you came. Ruthlessly, he keeps going.

“Hm, good, good girl, all over my cock, huh?”

Rolling your hips, he eventually slows down, watching as your cream drenches his cock, watching as it gushes and drips down to your asshole. This pushes Eren over the edge, chest heaving, mouth going lax as he moans, groaning out your name; groaning out praises, his hips pushing deep against yours, bottoming out.

His dick twitches, head falling to his chest as he unloads into your worn-out pussy.

He sits in your cunt for a few moments ensuring not a drop of his seed was to go to waste, slowly pulling back- softening, soaked cock. He wastes no time taking his two fingers, starting from your ass to scoop up the cum, all the way to your quivering hole, stuffing you full of his cum that spilled out.

Eren leans down, killing you messily with open mouth kisses, breathing heavily as you tasted each other's sweat, his hand trailing up your side to your tit, kneading it, “hm- tastes so good.”

You hum against his mouth, letting him pull at your bottom lip between his teeth. You didn't even think twice about how uncomfortable this usually would be. Both of you are sticky, Eren nearly on top of you, swallowing each other's tongues. However, that was the last thing that crossed either of your minds.

Lost in time, it was disappointing to feel him pull away when he heard his phone ring from his back pocket on the floor, “wait, wait.” He lifts off of you, leaning over to grab his phone from the floor. He scoffs, smiling and hoisting his hair out of his face, “ironic.”

You look at him, confused, sitting up as Eren is. He taps the green button, answering it before looking at you.

“it’s your big bro… What's up, Kirstein.”

Eren kept silent for the most part, making sure not to make a scene in front of you, or jump to any defense, but what the fuck was he going to do?

“You know I have a camera… on my doorbell, right?”

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