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erieren · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

content warnings: unestablished relationship, smut, thigh riding, dry humping, some spanking, unprotected sex, mention of pregnancy, cum eating

word count: 2.6k

summary: your friend with benefits pays you a visit when you have trouble falling asleep one night.

note: happy belated birthday to jean! this isn’t birthday related, but i just wanted to have something posted for the occasion. this is loosely based off a dream i had a couple months ago, so this is just me coming back to it lol

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes have passed since Jean said he was coming over. The storm brewing outside is probably why he’s taking so long. Heavy raindrops pelt against the windows, and the wind howls as it ruffles through the branches of trees. Booming claps of thunder shake the confines of your tiny apartment. The pillow pressed against your face does little to drown out Mother Nature’s wailing.

Your phone vibrates; it’s a text from Jean.

in the parking lot, i’ll be up in a sec

With reluctance, you sit up and toss your pillow to the side. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, your feet come in contact with the fuzzy rug on the floor. You put your slippers on before traversing through the dark hallway leading to the front door. Just as you reach for the doorknob, you hear his distinct knocking pattern, one that he made specifically so that you would know it’s him.

Once the door is opened, you're met with the sight of a slightly out of breath Jean. His head is only half covered by the hood of his black hoodie, which you assume is entirely soaked through.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks while stepping in, making sure to kick off his shoes at the door to not track any dirt inside.

“Another restless night,” you confirm, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“I’m here now,” he whispers. He tenderly cradles your jaw and tips your head up to plant a kiss to your forehead. Before he has a chance to stand up straight, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into a kiss. There’s traces of mint on his lips.

“Your hoodie is drenched,” you say after pulling away.

“Looks like we gotta do something about it.” Without another word, he reaches behind his neck to tug the fabric off. Your eyes flicker to his abs and you half expect him to cover them back up, only to realize that he isn’t even wearing a shirt underneath. “You mind if I leave this here?”

You look over to where he’s draping his hoodie over the back of a barstool. “I can put it in the dryer for you if you want.”

“Nah, it’s cool. It can dry overnight.”

You make your way back into your bedroom; the sound of Jean’s feet padding against the floor indicate that he’s following you. A bright flash of light floods through the cracks in your blinds, followed by a deafening thunderclap, causing you to jolt. The feeling of his firm hands on your shoulders is enough to calm you.

“My pants are kinda wet too,” he comments when you take a seat on the edge of your bed. “So I’m gonna go ahead and take ’em off.” His fingers curl around the waistband of his sweats. Part of you thinks that he may have gone commando on his lower half as well, but even in the dim light you see his happy trail disappear into the band of his boxers.

“You sure it’s not just an excuse to get naked?” you joke as he basically tackles you against your bed.

“It might’ve been,” he admits, voice muffled by the way he nips at the skin of your neck.

“Hey, no hickeys.”

"No hickeys where others can see.”

With that, he continues placing featherlight kisses down your neck and along your collarbone. The sleeve of your loose-fitting pajama shirt starts to droop, exposing more of your skin to him. As he lowers himself, you card your fingers through his damp hair. His hands slip under the fabric of your shirt to massage the supple skin of your tits.

“Wanna take this off for me?” His voice drops an octave as he looks up at you with eager eyes. After a silent nod, he moves to the side to allow you to lift the fabric off your body. The cold air causes your nipples to stiffen, but it doesn’t last long when Jean takes one into his mouth and pinches it between his fingers.

Your breathing grows more labored when you feel the warmth of his hand move down your body towards your shorts. Fingertips dance across the waistband, teasingly pulling them down just a bit before letting it snap back into place.

“Jean,” you exhale, “I need you.”

He’s heard those words come from you a million times before but every single time he hears it, he can’t help but feel all warm inside. His heart swells, and he feels the blood flowing south in desperation, finally ripping your shorts off your legs. You can finally see how his dick strains against his boxers when he flips the two of you over, setting you down with your legs around one of his thighs.

“You need me?” he asks, which earns him a nod in response. “Show me.” His large hands settle on your hips, right above the waistband of your panties, and he steadily helps to rock your hips back and forth. You grab onto his shoulders for leverage, pulling him closer until his face is buried in your chest. It was suffocating him, but in the best way possible.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, moving you with more force as he continues nipping at your breasts. The storm outside persists, and it feels as if the humidity is seeping into your room. Your skin feels sticky with sweat from the closeness to Jean, but it’s the last thing on your mind.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he says breathlessly. He begins to picture you riding him like this, bouncing up and down in his lap while he thumbs at your clit. The thought alone is enough for him to start leaking through his boxers, but he controls himself. There’s something about the craving and yearning of you riding his thigh that is just so incredibly sexy to him. Hearing how whiny you get just from dragging your clit across his thigh strokes his ego; it makes him realize that he’s the only one that can get you in this mindless, fucked-out state without even having fucked you yet.

“Jean, please,” you beg. What he’s giving you is just not enough.

“Patience.” Nevertheless, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer so that you’re sitting directly on his cock. “You feel that? It’s all for you.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as you start grinding on his clothed dick. He’s so hard, and you start to feel kind of bad for him, yet this whole time he’s been the one setting the pace. So you can’t feel too bad, especially when he starts slipping his fingers past your panties. Now he can really feel how wet you are. His middle finger prods at your entrance at an awkward angle, but he eventually pushes it into you, adding his ring finger not too long after.

The movement of your hips comes to a slow roll before finally coming to a stop. You can feel how his fingers curl inside you to hit that spongy spot that makes you let out desperate moans. His palm nudges against your clit with every pump of his fingers, and you’re already so close. He can tell by the way you squeeze his fingers every time he pulls them out; it’s like you just keep sucking him back in. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders when he keeps stimulating your g-spot and the coil in your stomach tightens. At this rate, you’re bound to make a mess in your panties and on his hand.

But Jean stops. He retracts his fingers from your pussy, leaving you to underwhelmingly come down from the high that was building up.

“What was that for?” you whine, clawing at and leaving red marks on his chest.

“Want you cumming on my dick,” he murmurs while shifting your position yet again. He moves out from under you and turns you to your side, so that your back is against his chest. With a light slap to your ass, he tells you to take your underwear off, and you comply. He moves around behind you, presumably removing his boxers. “Do you have any condoms?”

You shake your head against your pillow, and he sighs at the thought of having to clean up afterwards. “Remind me to get some for next time.”

“No promises,” you giggle, earning you another spank to your ass. Before you have any time to recover, Jean is already lifting your leg in the air and pushing his dick past your entrance.

“J-Jean!” You choke out. He already set a steady pace with a firm grip on your thigh keeping you in place. You’re sucking in air, but it feels like you’re not breathing.

“Do you think I’m playing around?” he grunts. “Because I’m not.”

Only then do you realize that he’s dead serious. The two of you almost never fuck with condoms. With nearly all your sexcapades happening in the dead of night—much like tonight—the neediness and desperation for one another is just too much for either of you to care. Perhaps the reason as to why he’s so adamant about it now is because you did in fact have a pregnancy scare the last time you hooked up with him, which was about two weeks ago.

Your slick-coated walls make it easy for his dick to reach the deepest parts of you. The ache in your leg spreads to your lower abdomen where it feels as if his dick is stabbing your cervix, causing your moans to grow louder.

“Slow down! I can’t– It’s too much!”

“Oh, come on. You can take it, I know you can,” he whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “You always take me so well, baby.”

And that was enough for you to cum without warning. You open your mouth to try and say something, but your throat runs dry and a dying whine comes out instead. Jean can feel your juices running down his dick, and he has to pull out to stop himself from prematurely releasing his load inside your cunt.

“Holy shit, baby,” he says in disbelief. “Think you can give me one more?”

“Yeah…” you weakly say.

“Good girl.”

The praise makes your heart flutter in your chest, like a bird stuck in a cage. He gently sets your leg down and repositions himself on top of you and allows you a moment to get comfy. When he pries your legs open, he can see the arousal smeared across your inner thighs and glistening on your clit. He almost wants to bury his head between your thighs can feast on your pussy, but with him already being so close to his orgasm, he decides against it. Maybe if you let him stay tonight, he’ll wake you up with a surprise.

He tenderly presses his lips against yours before thrusting into your pussy again. Your mouth opens with a gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. With the way he’s fucking you, you can’t even kiss him properly, leaving him to do all the work. But he doesn’t mind, and swallows every single one of your moans as your fingers tangle in his hair.

"You always feel so good around me” he grunts, picking up the pace. The sounds of the bed creaking and his skin slapping against yours are drowned out by the low rumbles of thunder outside. “Always so fuckin’ tight, no matter how many times you take me.”

“Feels so good,” you manage to say in between breaths.

“Yeah?” A particularly deep thrust steals the air from your lungs. “That’s why you keep coming back to me, right? You in love with me or something?”

Your face grows even hotter, and it feels like lava is coursing through your veins. “I– No!” you stammer, looking away in embarrassment. The topic of having an actual romantic relationship never really came up in conversation, so hearing him say that was quite a shock. Though you were never vocal about your feelings towards him, you always assumed he knew that you love him through small gestures such as grabbing him a cup of his favorite coffee or sending him videos or memes that remind you of him.

“You’re lying.” Another harsh thrust. “I don’t like that. Look at me.”

You refuse, still choosing to look towards the wall. And Jean definitely doesn’t like that. He grabs your chin so that you face him, but you still cast your gaze away from his eyes.

“Look at me.”

The sternness in his voice is threatening, and you’re scared that he might stop the thrust of his hips. So reluctantly, you finally make eye contact.

“Do you love me?” he asks again, this time more serious.

In your moment of weakness, you have nowhere to run or hide. You wish that you could just disappear from under him, but his grip on your hips is enough to ground you to reality. “I love you, Jean.”

He mutters something under his breath, but you don’t catch it. His thumb finds its way to your clit and he rubs it in a circular motion. He slows down his pace, opting to go for deeper strokes instead. After nearly pulling out all the way, his hips become flush against yours as he grinds his dick deep inside your body. You can feel him in your stomach, fucking up your guts in the most pleasurable way possible. And then he repeats, pulling out until just the tip of his cock is in you then burying himself to the hilt. You can’t help but think about how big he actually feels when he does this.

Jean feels your orgasm approaching again, and he’s just about ready to spill his cum in you. He captures you in another kiss while continuing to stimulate your clit to finally bring you over the edge. He loves the way your pussy squeezes his dick; it makes him want to keep on fucking you to the point of overstimulation. But he can’t last much longer especially when he feels your pussy flutter around him. His senses are overwhelmed with the thought of you, and his pace falters.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. “Wanna cum in that pretty mouth. Are you gonna let me?”

“Mhm!” you eagerly say.

He pulls out and sits back, allowing you to lean forward and take his dick in your mouth. With just a couple pumps of your dainty hand, he releases his hot, thick cum down your throat. His teeth snag his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood from how hard he was refraining to moan. Just when he thinks he’s done, you give him a doe-eyed look, cause him to weakly spurt out another rope of cum that lands on your cheek. He wipes it away with the pad of his thumb before bringing it to your mouth, letting you suck on it while patting your head with his free hand.

“I’m gonna get some water,” he says after climbing off your bed and putting his boxers back on. When he returns to your room just a couple minutes later, he sees your duvet draped over your still body. Assuming that you’ve fallen asleep, he quietly searches for his pants and puts them back on, preparing to leave. But as he steps out of the doorway again, he hears your faint voice call out for him.

“Jean,” you say. He can barely hear you, so he makes his way towards you. He crouches next to your bed so that he can properly see your face. “Stay the night.”

Without hesitation, he removes his sweats for the second time that night and crawls into your bed beside you. He pulls you into his body, and you can hear how his heart hammers in his chest. Listening to that and the sound of the rain lulls you to sleep, and Jean says something right before you slip out of consciousness.

“I love you, too.”

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erieren · 2 years

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BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

pairing: stepdad!toji fushiguro x f!reader

content warnings: pwp, stepcest, age gap, dubcon, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink, virginity loss, small mentions of blood, choking

summary: toji is the person you run to when anything goes awry

word count: 2.9k

notes: for @vlyntage’s 1k collab! thank you for letting me be part of this (and for letting me submit it late) and congrats on now 1.5k! // megumi is an asshole in this but it’s okay since toji makes it all better <3

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“Does it feel good, princess?”

Toji’s body hovers over yours; one hand is planted next to your head on the mattress, and the other is cupping your cunt. Two of his fingers are lodged inside of you while his thumb works expertly around your clit. You watch flit as he looks across your face, watching for any signs of discomfort.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I n-need more.”

“Gotta be patient for me,” he huffs before lowering his face to fit in the crook of your neck. His mouth widens, letting his tongue roam across the delicate skin of your neck. The taste of salt is fresh on your skin from the thin layer of perspiration forming.

“But Megumi… He’ll be coming home soon.” There’s a sense of urgency in your voice, emphasized by the way you tug on his forearm. Toji ignores you, continuing to steadily push and pull his fingers in and out of you.

“You’re still thinking about him?” he grunts while finally taking his fingers out of you. The loss of contact makes you feel so empty, but the way he leaves a trail of kisses down your body fills your stomach with butterflies.

You don’t answer him. After all, if it weren’t for Megumi, you wouldn’t be in this position right now. He was apparently just having a bad day and decided to unleash all his anger on you, his poor, unsuspecting step sister. His words burned like salt on a fresh, open wound; he called you all sorts of names and said many things you hoped he would regret. The second that Toji came home from work, you were already running to cry in his arms. The last thing Megumi said before leaving really was the cherry to top it all off, “Pathetic. Always runnin’ to daddy when things don’t go your way.”

The bad thing about it all is that he isn’t wrong. Well, maybe this time he was wrong because you didn’t even do anything to upset him. But he is right about the fact that you always go to Toji to make you feel better; only this time, he’s being much more generous.

Toji repositions himself so that his face is level with your thighs. His strong hands find their places on your hip before he slides them down to your knees. “Just focus on me,” he murmurs against your plush thighs as he kisses his way up to your pussy. You can feel his breath fan over your skin as he presses a kiss to your clit; despite the warm feeling it brings, it causes a shiver to run down your spine.

He can feel his pants get impossibly tighter when he starts licking at your clit. To relieve some of the tension, he lowers one of his hands to his clothed dick and starts palming it. His precum is already beginning to leak out of his tip, creating a wet splotch on his boxers. He nearly loses himself in his own pleasure, but he’s quickly reminded that he’s here, in your room, to please you.

“You taste so good, baby,” he says in between licks. Hearing your breathing get more unsteady by the minute gets him even more aroused. Your thighs tremble around his head, nearly suffocating him in the process, but he wraps his arms around them and lifts them up so that they rest on his broad shoulders. Your eyes widen when he pulls away for a second, only to flutter shut when a glob of spit drops onto your slick folds, and he’s back to licking you up again. The sounds he’s making are so obscene; you should be embarrassed of how turned on you are, and he should be too.

He lets go of one of your thighs and brings that hand to your cunt, prodding at your hole as he continues circling his tongue around your puffy clit. You can feel the stretch of his two fingers entering you again at once, and just a moment later, he’s as deep as he can go.

“Daddy,” your breathing grows heavier, and your whines are more frequent. Toji can tell that you’re already approaching your orgasm, the first one of the night. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks with a slight smirk. The vibrations from his voice causes you to clench up; it’s something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Go ahead. Make a mess for me.” He shifts his focus to your face and watches how you squeeze your eyes shut. Your jaw falls slack, but no noise creeps up and out from your throat. Toji continues to happily lap at your cunt, careful to not waste a single drop of your slick.

There’s a slight squelch when he removes his fingers from you, but he sticks them inside of your mouth so there’s no time to be embarrassed about it. He presses down on your tongue and just barely dips them deep enough to hit the back of your throat. The way you gag around his fingers has him wishing that you were doing that around his cock instead, but he saves that thought for another time. After all, it was pretty often that you and Megumi got into arguments. The next time you come to him to seek comfort, he’ll have something else in store for you.

“Think you’re ready to take me?” Toji asks with your lips still wrapped around his digits. You look up at him and gently nod your head against your pillows. “Alright then. You better take everything you’re given.”

He carefully retracts his hand from you and gets off the bed, only to leave your room. There’s a slight breeze that comes from the open door; it’s a sharp contrast to the fire that burns bright inside of you. Soon enough, you hear his footsteps on the wooden floor grow louder as he approaches your room. Walking over to your bed, he crosses his arms and grabs onto the hem of his shirt before pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. You suck in a breath upon seeing his physique in a different light; you’ve seen him shirtless before during family vacations to the beach and the occasional times he was walking out of the shower—but this time, it’s different. It’s more intimate now that it’s just the two of you.

Your thoughts are interrupted when he climbs on top of you again, bringing your hand to cup his crotch. “You feel that? It’s all for you,” he chuckles when you turn your head away, suddenly feeling shy. He has a foil packet in his other hand which he brings to your mouth, wordlessly telling you to bite down on it so he can tear it open. Once he takes it out of the packaging, you maintain eye contact with him, as if to ask if it was alright to push his boxers down past his hips.

“I’ll go easy on ya.” He backs himself up on the bed a bit to remove his boxers. Once the waistband slips past his hips, you catch a glimpse of his tip; it’s flushed a deep pink and it’s leaking a lot.

“You’re so big…” you trail off nervously when he’s finally fully exposed. He takes the condom and pinches the tip before carefully rolling it down his length.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before,” he says, causing you to pout. Who knows how many women he’s been with before meeting your mother? But why are you feeling jealousy swirl in the pit of your stomach? Many more questions circle through your mind, but you’re brought out of your trance with a pat to your cheek. “I’m gonna put it in now.”

“O-okay,” you whisper, but Toji hesitates. Reaching to put your arms around his shoulders, you pull him down so that his face is right in front of yours. “I’m ready.”

Toji takes his dick in one hand and guides it to your pussy, running it through your folds to gather some of your slick. His tip prods at your entrance and only then does he doubt he’ll actually be able to fit inside you. Did he prep you enough to take him?

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his tip enter you, and it already feels like entirely way too much. Your fingers dig into the skin of his back, desperately holding onto him as if he could disappear right in front of you. “Relax for me, princess,” he grunts as he tries to go deeper in you, “you gotta relax.”

“I c-can’t,” you whine, “it hurts.” Tears are starting to form on your lash line again, but you fight them back. His fat cock is stretching you out so much more than his fingers were just a moment ago, and you’re just not used to it.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” he says sternly. He tunes his ears to the sound of your voice, waiting to hear you say the word, but it doesn’t come. It doesn’t come even when his cock is fully sheathed inside of you. Looking down at you, he sees that your brows are furrowed as you focus on not crying. “You okay?”

“Give me a second,” you plead, and Toji obeys. The air around you feels heavy, and you’re struggling to catch your breath as he gives you some time to adjust to his cock. One of your hands moves from its position on his back to sweep away some of his hair and reveal his jade irises. A moment passes before you try to move your hips; you notice that the majority of the pain has subsided, so you tell him that it’s alright to move.

He keeps his movements slow and steady, pulling his hips back until just his tip is inside of you before pushing forward once again. The drag of his cock along your walls feels like it lasts forever until his hips are flush against yours. “You’re taking me so well,” he praises as he lifts his head away from yours. Looking between your bodies, he sees a layer of blood coating his cock; he starts to think that maybe he should’ve put down a towel just in case it got on your sheets.

“Daddy.” your voice rings in his ears and causes him to snap his eyes to yours, worried that he might have made a sudden movement. “Don’t stop, please.”

That’s all it takes for him to set a steady pace, fucking into you gently as if he’s afraid to break you. “You feel so fucking good around me,” he moans, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “You’re so naughty, letting me fuck you like this.” You pout and turn your head to the side, feeling your face heat up at the realization.

“I’m not! I swear I’m good,” you whine as he hits a particularly deep thrust. Instinctively, you tighten around him, making him let out a groan. If you keep doing that to him, he might end up cumming way earlier than he would like to. To prevent himself from thinking about it happening, he grabs your jaw and kisses you for the second time that night; the first time being when he brought you to your room after Megumi left. He was about to go back downstairs, but you begged him to stay and one thing led to another.

Toji’s lips mold against yours in what feels like chaotic perfection. His lips are so soft against yours despite the scar he wears on the right corner of his mouth. When his tongue slips past your lips, your mind gets clouded with so much lust. You’re so full of him, it’s overwhelming. You barely register the feeling of hand climbing up the side of your body and massaging one of your tits.

“It’s about time you take this off, sweetheart,” he mumbles before detaching himself from you. He sits back on his feet and pulls your hips up his thighs before easily and quite literally tearing your shirt off of you.

“Hey!” you cry, “that was a gift.”

“Shut up. You know I’ll buy you a new one,” Toji retorts before taking his dick in his hand and bringing it to your cunt again. He teases you by tapping it against your clit a couple times, making you squirm in his lap. What a sight, seeing you yearn for him. After what he deems is enough teasing, he rises on his knees, bringing your lower half up with him. His cock pushes into you just as carefully as the first time, but the new angle sends him to deeper depths within you. The tip of his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust, and it was you wantonly moaning out for your daddy. He’s got one hand around your throat and the other gripping your headboard. The sight of your blood on his hand only slightly alarms you, and it doesn’t stop you from clasping your hands on top of his to make sure he’s not putting too much pressure on your neck.

Picking up the pace, you loosely wrap your legs around his waist, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours grows louder. “F-fuck, daddy, I’m close,” you whimper. “I wanna cum, please let me cum!”

Toji could have your pleading voice on repeat inside forever if he wanted to; he could never get sick of the way you sound so desperate for him. “Since you’re beggin’ real nice for me, I’ll let you.”

He removes his hand on your throat and moves it down to toy with your clit. His thumb presses into it a bit and he starts rhythmically rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Your moans spill from your mouth as you approach your orgasm even faster now. You shut your eyes after struggling to keep them open but Toji is quite the opposite. There’s a crazed look in his eyes, darkened from all the pleasure and from drinking in your appearance, savoring it in his mind.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you chant as you find yourself on edge.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m the one makin’ you feel so good,” he grunts, feeling your pussy clench around him. “Fucking— shit —cum for me, baby.”

Your fingers claw at his chest as you finally cum, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen finally snap. Your pussy spasms on his cock, and you swear you can feel it throb as he continues fucking into you at his fast pace. His balls tighten and he rushes to try and pull out, but your legs lock him in place.

“Fuck,” he groans, realizing he’s got no choice but to stay sheathed inside your cunt. You open your eyes just in time to see him come undone. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he goes as deep as he can before finally releasing his load. His chest heaves as he remains in his position above you, waiting until every last drop of his cum has been milked from his cock. Before he has a chance to get up, you pull his face closer and pepper kisses on his cheeks.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he sighs and moves away from you, leaving you feeling empty and cold without his warmth. He gets off your bed and removes the condom, ties it, and tosses it into your trash bin. “Come here.” he approaches your bed with open arms and scoops you up, carrying you to the bathroom across the hall. You expected him to do more than just get a rag and wet it for you, but your hopes were too high seeing as he just went back into your room to get his pants and boxers.

Toji doesn’t bother putting his shirt back on as he makes his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner—something he was supposed to do when he came home. He hears you coming downstairs a couple minutes later and combined with the sound of clattering pots and pans, he fails to hear the front door open.

Megumi strides in and sees you clinging onto the handrail at the bottom of the staircase, as if you can’t stand on your own, but he doesn’t pay you any mind. It isn’t until he gets to the kitchen when he puts two and two together. He really didn’t expect to see his dad shirtless with his torso covered in bright red marks, and he starts rethinking his entire life up to that moment. Toji feels his presence and starts to panic a little.

“Oh, Megumi,” he clears his throat, “didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

He doesn’t say anything; instead, he closes his eyes for about three seconds, takes a deep breath, and walks back out the front door. You’re still in the same position, now paralyzed with fear. The slam of the door makes you wince, and Toji is rushing to where you are. He opens the door to try and call Megumi back, but he’s already nowhere to be found.

“Daddy,” you meekly call from behind him, “I don’t think he wants to be here.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think you’re right, princess.”

“Is he gonna tell anyone?”

“No, he’s not like that,” he assures you, but he has a hard time assuring himself. “He won’t do that. Let’s, uh, just make dinner now.”

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erieren · 2 years

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APPEASE THE KING

pairing: trueform!sukuna x f!reader

content warnings: smut, pwp, non-con (offering oneself to the villain), age gap (since sukuna’s like a thousand years old), monster fucking, unprotected sex, sadism, oral sex (m and f receiving), throat fucking, degradation, manhandling, marking, unwanted creampie

summary: how naïve could you be, thinking that the king of curses would release you from his domain without a cost?

word count: 4.0k

notes: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND FEEL FREE TO BLOCK ME OR ANY TAGS. happy halloween!! apparently there’s an arc that takes place in shibuya at halloween but i don’t read the jjk manga so uhh yeah… this is also my first time writing for jjk (feedback would be appreciated!) ALSO!!! if i’m missing any tags or if i tagged something incorrectly, please lmk! also not proofread >~<

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You don’t know where you are, or how you got there. The darkness blinds you; it doesn’t get this dark when it’s nighttime, does it? It was nighttime when you left Jujutsu Tech. Shibuya Halloween was in full swing, and Nobara wanted to get there early to see everyone in costume. You just happened to lag behind her, Yuji, and Megumi since you had something else to take care of.

It was chilly outside, like a normal October night in Tokyo. The streetlights shone so bright, and the noise of the Halloween event could be heard in the distance. It was basically right in front of you, but that doesn’t explain how you’re currently surrounded by darkness. You take a couple steps, thinking—and hoping—that you might have just blacked out for a couple of seconds, but a chilling voice makes you freeze like a deer in headlights.

“I’m surprised you’re alive right now, considering you wandered into my domain,” the voice can be heard from behind you. It sounds rough, and the intonation makes it sound like you’re being mocked. “Ah, you’re one of those jujutsu sorcerers. No normal human would’ve survived this long.”

You quickly turn around and your surroundings come to life. No longer engulfed by darkness, the sky appears to be cloudy and red. There’s a shrine right in front of you, decorated with shrines and… mouths? No. It can’t be.

The realization hits that you’ve come across the one and only King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. But that’s not the worst part; to add on to it all, he’s in his true form, sporting four arms and two faces. The black marks on his face, chest, and arms do nothing to lessen your fears. It’s absolutely terrifying, the sight alone is a fright more than you bargained for on Halloween. He sits atop a pile of bones, like they’re just some kind of trophy to him. Where the hell is Yuji?

You might as well just dig your own grave at this point; you know that there’s no way you can defeat him on your own. Four years of training at Jujutsu Tech prepared you to fight all sorts of cursed spirits, but the king himself? Just forget it. Nothing you’ve learned would be enough. Even from this distance, you can see his red eyes which appear to be glowing.

“Please let me go,” your voice shakes as you speak. It’s pathetic, you know, but there’s not much else you can do. In the blink of an eye, he disappears from his position at the temple. You feel relief that only lasts for a second when his voice sounds from right behind you.

“What’s with this getup?” He asks while plucking your headband out of your hair. It’s red as well, and there’s a big bow; Nobara wanted everyone to dress up as a Studio Ghibli character, so you settled with Kiki. He tosses it to the side before bringing a hand up to wrap around your throat. You instinctively grab at his hand to try and pull it off, but he’s strong. Too strong, almost. “I’ll let you go.”

His grip on your throat loosens, and you deeply inhale in relief. It sounds too good to be true. Is he really letting you go that easily?

“On one condition,” he finishes. Of course. He pulls you closer so that your back is flush against his bare chest, and he leans down so that his mouth is right by your ear. “Appease me. Disobey, and I have no choice but to kill you.”

He lets you go, and you instantly drop to your knees. Just from him holding you close, you feel powerless. What does he mean by “appease me?” Maybe he wants you to kill Megumi or Gojo, but how would you do that right here, right now? How would you even do that in general? It’s literally impossible. Sukuna must be out of his mind or something. In the few moments that you spent looking at your shaking hands against the ground, he took the time to return to his stance at the temple.

“You going to comply or what?” a bored expression crosses his face, emphasized by the one of his four hands supporting his chin. His hair looks fiery, perhaps from the sky above, and the black marks on his skin.

The lump in your throat is hard to swallow, but you approach him nonetheless. With each step you take, the heavy, dreadful feeling in your bones gets heavier. As you approach the shrine, Sukuna keeps his gaze locked on to you until you’re climbing up the steps to be face to face with him.

You can’t look him in the eyes, afraid that just one glance would kill you. And you’re sure you’re just about dead when you’re harshly pushed to the floor, scraping your exposed knees in the process.

“Don’t you know who you’re with? Show some fucking respect,” he spits. “Just do as I say, and I won’t hurt you.”

It’s a little too late for that, you think. The stinging sensation from your knees lessens as the adrenaline kicks in. Him looking down at you makes you feel so inferior to him; it’s like he’s a lion preying upon a gazelle.

“Bow down to me,” he states. There’s venom in his words and it’s almost paralyzing, but you find yourself fixing your position on the ground in front of him. With your ass resting on the heels of your feet and your balled up hands on your thighs, you lower the top portion of your body close to the floor. But apparently it’s not enough for Sukuna because next thing you know, he lifts one of his feet up and presses it to your back. To stop your face from hitting the floor, you put your hands out right in front of you.

“That’s more like it,” he mutters under his breath. You don’t dare to look up at him when you hear him unfastening the belt around his baggy pants, nor when the fabric pools around his ankles. This can’t be happening.

“Hey,” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and a chill is sent down your spine when one of his large hands finds the back of your neck. His sharp, claw-like nails dig into your skin, threatening to puncture you. “You want to get out of here alive, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiles at your formality. “Then sit up, and suck me off like you mean it.”

The hand on your neck brings you face to face with his dick and fuck, there’s no way that’s going to fit in your mouth. At first glance, it’s noticeable that Sukuna has a well-built body, and the same can be said for his dick. It’s long with a nice girth; your hand struggles to completely wrap around it. A bead of precum leaks from his slit, so you lick it up before slowly moving your hand up and down his length. Behind it, right on his stomach, is a massive mouth with the tip of its tongue sticking out the corner. You try your best to open your mouth as wide as you can to fit him inside, but it’s not enough for him.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked a cock before,” he says condescendingly. Tears form in your eyes as you attempt to take more of him and because you really don’t want to disappoint him when your life is at stake. “Open your fucking mouth.”

He smirks to himself as he pushes your head further down his length, causing the tears to stream down your face. Your nose brushes up against the patch of hair at his base, and you can feel his balls on your chin. It hurts having him all the way down your throat, and it’s hard to breathe. You find yourself hitting his thigh to tell him to stop, but it’s just so amusing to him. He keeps you in that position for just a second longer before pulling you off of him. You immediately start coughing and gasping for air, desperate to get oxygen into your lungs while also wiping the spit around your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I can’t have you passing out on me. That would be no fun,” he chuckles.

“P-please. Just let me go,” you beg in a feeble attempt to escape.

“Already?” He ruffles his hair. “I haven’t been satisfied yet. We’re just getting started.”

A choked sob leaves your lips as he brings you closer to his dick once again. He’s just as ruthless as the last time, forcing your lips open with the fat tip and sinking himself deep into your throat. Your hands stay on his thighs for some leverage as he continues to fuck your throat.

“What are you crying for?” He asks when looks down to see your tears falling down your face, mixing with the spit on your chin. “You want me to praise you?”

You can’t do anything but let out a garbled plea to stop. He finally lets up, slowing down his pace and releasing his hand from your head. When you look at him, you notice that he keeps his chin high to avoid looking directly down at you. With a pat to your cheek, he wordlessly urges you to continue getting him off. You feel some relief now that you’re able to move at your own pace.

Wasting no time, you go right to work taking as much of his dick as you can without gagging, while your hands work with what doesn’t fit in your mouth. He lets out an occasional grunt, not wanting to give you any satisfaction for your work.

“Perfect little mouth,” he mumbles as you begin to massage his balls. They’re warm, and they feel heavy in your palm. Your spit runs down his entire length, coating your hands in it as you continue to pleasure him. His thighs and abs start to clench, a sign that he’s nearing his release. “Fuck, that’s it. Stand up.”

Before you have a chance to react, you’re being pulled up and off of the floor. Sukuna carries you over to a broken pedestal that looks grimy and like it’s on the verge of collapsing. The cold concrete makes you shiver when he lays you down on it.

“It was only a matter of time until it came down to this. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you try to convince him, but the waver in your voice says otherwise.

Sukuna smirks at your response, obviously not believing you. “What if I just started fucking you right now? Would you be scared then?”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel two of his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress higher and higher until it bunches around your waist. His sharp nails occasionally poke your skin, making you jump at each quick jab. It feels like there’s a slight breeze when your cotton panties are finally exposed to him; you wish you could just shrink into the pedestal and disappear forever.

Sukuna runs a finger over your clothed cunt, catching the waistband of it with his nail before letting it snap back against your skin. “You’re wet already. It seems like you’re actually enjoying this.”

You try to shake your head in protest, but another hand finds its place on its throat. The pressure on the sides of your neck is immense; if he were to squeeze it any tighter, you’re sure you would pass out. Sukuna easily tears your panties off your body, leaving your bottom half completely bare. You can feel your slick rubbing onto your thighs and it’s so embarrassing how wet you are despite the situation you’re in.

He immediately gets to work on your pussy, toying with your sensitive clit before dragging two fingers up and down your folds. His fingers glisten as they become coated in your arousal, but there’s no time for him to admire it. You suddenly feel his fingers push past your entrance, causing you to yelp out.

“Scream all you want, whore. No one’s coming to save you,” he looks at you with faux sympathy. The curl of his fingers inside you is almost painful with how sharp his nails are. He won’t say it out loud, but he enjoys the feeling of you on his fingers; you’re already so tight, he wonders if he can actually fit his cock inside you. He thinks he’s being so generous by prepping you first. Seemingly out of nowhere, you feel a new, wet sensation on your pussy.

“O-oh!” You gasp; the hand on your throat makes it difficult to say anything else. You can’t see below you from how your head is pinned down to the pillar, but somehow you know what’s happening. The mouth on his palm had opened up, and it started to lick and suck on your clit while his fingers continued pumping in and out of you. And fuck, Sukuna can feel the way you clench around him. You want to squeeze your legs together, to try and push his hand off of you, but it’s like he can read your mind. With his remaining two arms, he firmly pushes your legs to the sides.

“Keep ‘em open for me, yeah? Do yourself a favor,” the tone of his voice is almost calming. You can’t think clearly anymore; the combination of stimulation on your clit as well as his fingers reaching deep within you is too much. It’s far too much and far too soon, and you feel sweat start to rise on your skin as your stomach clenches. You bite your lip to hold back your moans because you just can’t let Sukuna know how good he’s making you feel. Your fingers try to grasp onto something, anything, and they unwillingly end up on the backs of your thighs, right on top of Sukuna’s hands.

He knows you’re close, but he won’t let you cum just yet. So he rips his fingers from your warmth, making you let out a strangled cry. You’re left a panting mess trying to hold onto him so that you don’t fall off the pillar.

“Look at you,” Sukuna coos while tracing a finger along your jaw. “You were just begging for me to let you go, but now you’re just so desperate to cum. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you can do is nod your head as he moves to adjust your position on the pillar. With ease, he flips you over and now the edge of the pillar is digging into your stomach. Your arms are bent so that your hands cushion your face from the cold concrete.

Sukuna pushes your dress up once again and spreads your ass cheeks to admire how messy your cunt has become. He delivers a harsh slap to your right side, causing you to wince as the edge of the pedestal digs into your skin. He then leans over, and you can feel the throb of his cock against your ass and the tickle of his breath against your ear.

“I’m not going easy on you,” is all he says before he positions himself to align with your hole and pushes in. The stretch of his cock inside you burns; you’ve never felt anything like this before.

“It– It’s too much,” you sputter as he continues pushing himself in.

“I’ve only got a couple inches in,” Sukuna grunts. “Just take it.”

Although he sheathed himself in you slowly, he wasted no time in building up a fast pace. His thrusts were rough; the sound of his skin against yours began to echo throughout the empty space. You couldn’t stop the whines from spilling through your parted lips, but it was merely just music to his ears. He relished the way your pussy clenched around him, squeezing him the right way in all the right places. It was like you were trying to push him out, but he always liked a little chase.

He likes the way you look when you’re full of his dick; wanton moans slip through your gritted teeth as you try to hold them back, and the look of your glazed eyes turns him on even more. Knowing he has this effect on you has him feeling like he’s on a power trip.

“Sukuna… I can’t take it!” You helplessly cry. Your lashes flutter shut as teardrops continue to fall from your eyes. You feel so full every time he fills you to the hilt. He’s in your stomach; the fat head of his dick is hitting that same spot deep inside you over and over again. There’s a dull ache in your abdomen, most likely a combination of his cock and and the concrete against your skin. You reach a hand out behind you, trying to find his hips in a futile attempt to stop him. When that doesn’t work, you try to rip yourself away from him.

“You’re running from me,” he simply states while pinning your wrists to your lower back, though his hips never stop moving. “Stop running.”

God, you hate the way he sounds right now. With him lost in the feeling of your cunt, his voice has gotten all strained and raspy. It turns you on even more, and it’s clear by the way you feel your arousal mockingly drip down your thighs. Your body’s betraying you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You fall limp against the pedestal, and Sukuna pulls your hips closer to him. He wants, needs, more of you, but he’s already as deep as he can get, rearranging your guts and it feels like he’s molding your pussy to fit him perfectly. The new angle sends a sharp pain to your lower half every time he fucks into you, but it soon subsides. It’s actually amazing how his pace has not faltered even once.

“Are you going to stop running from me?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” you sob after he thrusts particularly deep into you.

“Mhm. Because that’s all bitches like you are good for. Taking orders, listening to—oh fuck—to those who are above you.”

Sukuna is entranced by the way the fat of your ass jiggles with every thrust he delivers. He has half a mind to stick a thumb into your other hole, but he refrains. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you too much. Perhaps he’ll find you like this another time.

Suddenly, you’re lifted off of the pedestal and pushed up against a pillar of the shrine that isn’t broken. Sukuna’s hands are all over you like the air on a windy day; one constricts your throat, another one pulls the collar of your dress down to reveal your breasts, a third holds you by your waist, and the final one lifts your leg up and hooks behind your knee. There’s a crazed look in his wide eyes, and the growing grin on his lips just makes him all the more terrifying. By now, the tears have already stopped, but sobs still wrack your body. When will this be over?

“I’ve got a hand on your throat but even that won’t shut you up,” Sukuna complains as he starts to cup your tits. “Seriously, you’d be even more attractive if you weren’t yapping this whole time.”

He lets go of your throat and chooses to focus on your chest. Just like with your ass, he finds himself lost in the way your tits bounce up and down with every movement. Everything hurts; your pussy is sore, and your legs have been stretched for far too long. Your back, although covered by the dress, is being dragged up and down the column, roughing up your skin.

You feel the familiar knot in your stomach once again, and Sukuna can tell that you’re about to cum from the way you clench down on him impossibly tighter. You claw at his chest as the feeling grows, leaving red marks and crescent moons indented on his skin.

“You wanna cum?” Sukuna says in a gruff voice.

“Mhm…” you mumble. You don’t have the energy to say anything else. The only thought on your mind is reaching an orgasm so that he can finish as well and put an end to this nightmare.

“I don’t usually make promises,” he starts. “But if you speak one word of this to anyone, I’ll kill you.”

“I promise, I promise,” you babble.

Sukuna’s pace starts to falter, and you can’t hold back any longer. Your legs shake as you finally reach your climax, holding onto the man—no, devil—in front of you for dear life. There’s fire in your veins; your body feels hot all over.

He continues rutting into you, grinding his hips against yours to help you come down from the high, while also bringing himself closer to the edge. The overstimulation makes your mind all fuzzy, but you absolutely need to tell him that he has to pull out. You have trouble finding the words to say as his heart beats faster, and his breathing becomes labored. It’s too late, you realize as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He deeply inhales as his whole body shudders, finally releasing his cum deep within your pussy. You can feel it, warm and sticky, as it leaks out of your hole. It almost seems never ending as it starts to run down his length and drip down his balls.

His chest heaves as he pulls out, but the feeling of his cock is quickly replaced by something else. It’s also quite large, but it’s wet, so you look between your legs and see that the tongue coming from his stomach is licking at your folds. It’s cleaning up the cum that spilled down your thighs. You find yourself squirming around, not sure if it’s because of how weird this is, or if it’s because you’re still sensitive from your orgasm.

“I’m quite pleased with how tonight turned out,” Sukuna admits.

“That’s enough,” you manage to get out. Sukuna scrunches his face at you, as if you’re the insane one just for ordering him to do something once. His nostrils flare before he lets you go, ultimately making you fall to your knees because of how wobbly your legs are.

“Are you that desperate to have my cock in your mouth again?” Sukuna scoffs. “Get up, and get out of here.”

You’re about to say something in response, but your surroundings change before you can even get a word out. The moon and stars twinkle above you, and the swirly clouds provide an eerie atmosphere ideal for All Hallow’s Eve. Laughter and loud music resonates in the air from the celebrations nearby. Realizing that you’re no longer in Sukuna’s domain, you rush to fix your dress. Your makeup is a whole other problem; there’s not enough light for you to look at yourself on your phone’s camera, but you make do with what you have. While you’re struggling to wipe away your mascara, Nobara’s name appears on your phone.

“Hello, Y/N? Where are you?! We’ve been trying to call you for the past– I don’t even know how long it’s been!” Nobara screeches from the speaker. You hold the phone away from your ear as she continues going off on you.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” you rasp, throat still sore from Sukuna’s actions. “Something happened.” “Like what?” Nobara presses on. Sukuna’s voice replays in your head, and you tremble from remembering what you promised him.

“It’s nothing,” you murmur. “Is Itadori with you?”

“Yeah, Fushiguro and I met up with him not too long ago. I wonder what took him so long, too.”

She hangs up after a couple more words are exchanged. You don’t know how mad she’ll be when you finally see her again, and the fact that you have to face Yuji makes you nervous as well. But with shaky legs, you begin walking towards the raucous nightlife of Shibuya.

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erieren · 2 years

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CAN’T GET ENOUGH

pairing: bully!jean kirstein x gn!reader

content warnings: dubcon, mention of alcohol, unprotected sex, mirror sex, lowkey hate-fucking, no prep, degradation, humiliation, (light) gagging, no aftercare, just fanon jean things lol

summary: jean corners you in the bathroom during a party

word count: 1.3k

note: i saw @jeanslove post about bully!jean once and the thought hasn’t left my mind,, so this one’s for you ♡ side note i completely forgot that i’ve written about bully!jean before but a little more never hurt anyone ;)

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you’re at a party and jean knows you’re there, and he knows that you’re avoiding him. you sneak glances at him throughout the night from the other side of the room and every time he catches your stare, he kinda smirks to himself bc his ego’s big and he thinks you’re checking him out but in reality you’re just making sure he’s nowhere near you.

as the night goes on, you find yourself escaping into the bathroom to take a small break from the party. luckily for jean—not so lucky for you—he notices when you slip away from the crowd. he stands right outside the bathroom while you take your time in there, but once he hears the twist of the knob, he’s quick to push the door open and let himself inside.

“thought you could stare me down all night without me noticing?” he teases once he closes the door behind him. he then leans on the door to make sure you won’t try to slip past him and go back to the crowd.

“fuck off, let me leave.”

“watch your fuckin’ mouth.” he takes a couple steps forward and now that he’s right in front of you, you have to tilt your head up to look at him. the way he peers down at you makes you feel so inferior to him. “you must be really stupid if you think i’m lettin’ you go that easy.”

you find yourself apologizing, even though there’s nothing to be sorry about. his calloused hand finds your cheek, and he soothes his thumb over your skin. “you can always make it up to me.”

the tension in the air is thick, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system or the adrenaline that’s fueling you, but one thing quickly leads to another. his hands roam your body as he crashes your lips together, sliding down your waist and squeezing the fat of your ass. without breaking the kiss, he impatiently swivels you around so that the small of your back is pressed against the counter.

you can feel the not-so-gentle tug on your clothes; a wordless urge for you to strip yourself. untangling your fingers from his disheveled brown hair, you begin to remove your clothes slowly. if he gets to enjoy your body tonight, why not have a little fun yourself and tease him?

“you’re killin’ me here, angel.” the petname is so foreign to you, especially coming from jean, the guy that basically tormented you from the moment you met. but it makes you feel good inside; it makes your mind all fuzzy and tummy all warm.

as soon as all your clothes pile up on the floor, he scrambles to undo his pants. pushing them to his mid-thighs, he turns you around so that you’re facing the sink.

“look at you, spreading your legs so easily for someone who claims to hate me so much,” is all he says before sliding his cock inside of you. he’s met with some resistance due to the lack of prep, but with the way your walls hug him so tight, he doesn’t give it a second thought.

“jean...” you whine against the counter. your fingers are clasped around the edge, desperate for something to hold on to. this definitely isn’t the first time he’s managed to get in your pants, but you’ll never get used to the way he fills you up. it was like his cock was made to be inside of you—as much as you hate to admit it.

“yeah, say it louder, baby. let ‘em know who’s making you feel so good.”

the pace of his thrusts increases when you’re not clenching on his dick as tight, and the sound of skin against skin resonates throughout the tiled room. you bite your lip to hold back your moans so that you don’t give him the satisfaction. in turn, he smacks your ass a couple times to try and get them out of you.

all of a sudden, there’s an overwhelming feeling of emptiness when he pulls out and takes a step back. “jean, come onnn.”

“you were being so quiet, i thought you weren’t enjoying it.” he shrugs, knowing damn well you were.

“c’mon, pleeease,” you beg.

“maybe you should’ve listened the first time.”

“please fuck me!!”

with a roll of his eyes, he aligns himself against your hole again. “do yourself a favor and be useful for once.”

he fucks into you again at a relentless pace, not giving you any time to collect your thoughts. you can feel tears beginning to form at your lash line, but there’s nothing you can do to stop them from flowing down your face.

“what are you crying for? is my dick that good?”

“no, shut up.” you let out a gasp and your whole body shudders when he hits a deep spot after a particularly rough thrust. and he continues to pound into you, finding that same spot with subsequent thrusts. your moans now uncontrollably spill from your mouth.

“huh, what was that? you said my dick isn’t good? you were calling my stroke game ‘weak’ or something?”

“no! please, i’m sorry!” you cry, quick to take back your words.

“no, but you said i don’t know how to fuck?” he continues while angling his hips differently. pulling his shirt up, he can see where his body meets yours and the sight nearly pushes him over the edge. “don’t be smart with me.”

there’s a moment where he pauses his actions to adjust himself. he leans over your back and snakes one hand up the front of your body to grab your jaw. he lifts your head up so that you’re met with your reflection in the mirror. the mascara around your eyes is reminiscent of dark clouds swirling on a stormy night.

“you’re going to watch as i ruin you, and don’t you dare look away.”

you leave your mouth agape as jean brings his index and middle fingers into your mouth. he feels around, pressing on your tongue and pushing them as far back into your mouth as he can

he starts grinding his hips against your ass as he nears his climax, and you can feel yourself getting close as well. the wetness running down your thighs leaves an icky feeling that you choose to ignore.

“eyes on me,” jean says with a harsh slap on your ass when he notices your gaze drifting away from the mirror. “cum now, before i do.”

“f-fuck,” you whimper once you climax. the coil in your tummy snaps and you would’ve slumped against the counter if it wasn’t for his hand holding up your head.

“you really are just cock-hungry,” he grunts, movements now getting sloppy. “just needed someone to slut you out and shut you up, hm?”

you’re too tired to say anything, and your jaw is slack from having your mouth open for so long. you want to defend yourself from his insults, but you just can’t.

you whine as he pulls out again, but this time he’s quickly stroking his dick to chase his release. his other hand leaves your mouth to hold your body in place as he cums. you can feel it hot and heavy on your back, burning into your skin, almost like he was claiming you as his. with deep breaths and heavy pants, he rests his hands on the edge of the counter, essentially trapping you beneath him.

“get off of me,” you mumble while trying to free yourself from his arms. sinking to the floor with weak and wobbly legs, you begin to collect your clothes. “i hate you, and i’m never doing this again.”

he scoffs. “that’s why you’ll fuck me ten times over, right? we both know you can’t get enough of me.”

#help it’s like 1 am #ali i hope you like this one <3 #jean kirstein #attack on titan #jean kirstein smut #aot #jean x reader #jean smut #jean x reader smut #aot x reader #aot smut #jean kirschstein smut #jean kirschtein #☾ ; by erieren #tw.dubcon #tw.humiliation #tw.degradation #tw.alcohol #☾ ; not sfw

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erieren · 2 years

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𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐈𝐕

pairing: goth!mikasa x loser!eren

content warnings: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, virginity loss, cumshot (lmk if i’m missing something)

word count: 6.5k

summary: it’s the night of senior prom, and things take an unexpected turn.

notes: let’s ignore the way it took me 8 months to finish this lol but the finale is finally here

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just a couple days ago, eren somehow convinced armin to ask annie to go to prom with him. mikasa took it a step further by convincing them to go to dinner with her and eren before prom started, kind of as a double date. it was honestly a miracle how armin managed to get ahold of annie. with it being the end of their last year of high school, senioritis was hitting everyone hard; annie was no exception. her truancy got worse as the days passed, and her teachers even stopped guessing if she was going to show up to class at all.

mikasa met eren at his house earlier because carla insisted on having a mini photoshoot before they left. although mikasa was eager to cooperate, eren desperately just wanted to leave and get the night over with. it took a while since mikasa suggested doing about a hundred different poses, and they were late to meet up with armin and annie. luckily, they had secured a booth for all of them since it was a pretty busy evening already.

dinner was as normal as it could be. mikasa was the one carrying the conversations, mostly because she was pretty much the only one looking forward to going to prom. what annoyed eren wasn’t her constant chatter though. it was the incessant crying of children throughout the restaurant and the loud clattering coming from the kitchen. he was already on edge from the amount of people, but this just made things worse.

mikasa notices that eren feels somewhat relieved when they finally leave, but his uneasiness returns once they arrive at the venue. bright lights strobe on the dance floor, and the blaring music could be heard from outside the building.

“hey,” mikasa whispers to eren as they get out of the car. “we’ll be alright. we don’t have to stay the whole time if you don’t want to.”

“no, it’s fine,” eren reassures her with a small smile. he extends his palm out to her, and she places her freshly manicured hand on it. there’s a line forming at the entrance of the building where a couple staff members check everyone in, so they patiently wait until they reach the front.

the venue itself is beautiful; it’s situated alongside a river, and the setting sun casts a vivid reflection in the moving water. a grand crystalline chandelier hanging from the ceiling above the foyer, with two sets of stairs leading to the second floor which is, undoubtedly, off limits for the event. the banquet hall has neatly arranged tables, as well as a table against the back wall that’s loaded with snacks and beverages. many people are already having the time of their lives on the dance floor.

“hey, um, annie and i are going to the photo booth,” armin says as they approach a table. “we’ll meet up with you guys again in a bit.”

eren and mikasa sit down and watch as more and more people enter the banquet hall. it seems like jean never found a date because he came strolling in with his two best friends, Connie and Sasha. Pretty much every table was full, and mikasa realized that when the trio started making their way over to her and eren.

“well if it isn’t eren,” jean said through a forced smile. “and my lovely mikasa. how are you, my dear?”

“i’m okay. thanks for asking,” she simply brushed him off, yet jean had literal hearts in his eyes. he took a seat next to mikasa, while eren stared him down. “it’s a full house tonight, you don’t mind if we sit with you, do you?”

eren was about to lash out and say something that he’d regret later on, so mikasa kicked his shin under the table. “yeah, don’t worry about it! just save those two spots for armin and annie.”

the two blondes returned shortly after, with cheesy grins plastered on their faces. they didn’t seem to mind jean and his friends being there.

“eren, let’s dance!” mikasa exclaimed over the music.

he leaned closer to her so that he wouldn’t have to yell. “i don’t know, i don’t really like to dance.”

“oh, come on! it’s prom , eren! you have to dance with me!” she pouts. there’s a look on jean’s face that reads if you won’t dance with her, then i will and eren is not willing to take any chances tonight. so he grabs the girl’s hand to help her stand, and he leads them to the dancefloor.

it’s basically a mosh pit with how close together everyone is; bodies clash as people jump around and move erratically. this is definitely not eren’s scene, but he’s eager to please his date tonight. bruno mars’s “treasure” starts playing, and mikasa excitedly laughs. she moves in time to the music, running her hands over her body while singing along.

“i know that you don’t know it, but you’re fine, so fine!” she points at eren in the midst of her dancing and even winks at him. he hears his heart hammer in his chest, going into overdrive at the simple gesture. as the chorus starts, she brings their hands together and starts haphazardly waving their arms around.

eren tries to keep up with her movements, but he’s just so unsure of himself. the way she moves so freely and without a care in the world is hypnotic, and he can’t help but just stare at her in awe.

“that was so much fun!” mikasa all but shrieks when the song finishes. “but now i’m thirsty. let’s get some punch!”

she leads him away from the mass of dancing people and to the table of refreshments. there’s an assortment of chips and candies along with a large bowl of fruit punch which was inconveniently unattended. but without a second thought, mikasa pours some into a cup before taking eren back to their table, where armin compliments her dancing.

“mikasa, wait!” eren warns right before she takes a sip. her eyes widen and brows furrow as she halts her motions. “give that to me.”

“you could’ve gotten yourself a cup. we were just there,” she says but hands him the cup nonetheless. she watches as eren sniffs the juice before peering into the cup and finally taking a sip.

“i had to make sure it wasn’t spiked or anything. which, by the way, it’s not.”

even though it was the bare minimum, mikasa finds his actions to be so admirable. most people probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought. he takes the cup back from him and takes a swig.

the night goes on and more songs play; the lyrics are being screamed by the tireless crowd. mikasa ends up taking everyone at their table, with the exception for jean and connie, back to the dance floor, forming their own little group. she passes herself around amongst them, taking turns dancing with each one.

and when it’s eren’s turn, the spotlight lands on her in the most majestic, heart-stopping way. the lip gloss she had on is smeared from when she drank the punch, but she’s still the most beautiful person in the room—no, in the whole universe. he sees her lips move, but he’s so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn’t realize that she’s actually trying to talk to him. but when he finally comes back to his senses, she’s already detached herself from him to dance with sasha. looking around, he sees that jean and connie have joined the popular clique with historia and company. now, he doesn’t have to worry so much about him being near mikasa. after what seems like hours, he feels the exhaustion catching up to him.

“hey, armin!” eren shouts over the music.

“yeah?” the blond yells back.

“i’m going to the restroom, do you wanna come with?”

“no, i’m good. thanks though!”

eren slips away from the crowd and into the foyer to search for a restroom. some other people were out there mingling about, perhaps because it had gotten too hot in the banquet hall. he thinks it would be more convenient if there were signs pointing to the restrooms because he’s having so much trouble finding them, and he doesn’t really want to ask someone for directions.

“alright, alright everyone,” principal zachary speaks into a microphone, back in the other room, getting everyone’s attention. “as the night comes to a close, it’s time to announce this year’s prom king and queen. remember that you are all winners, and thank you for celebrating with us tonight. now, may the prom court come up to the stage.”

a moment passes to allow the court to make their way to the front of the room. mikasa watches as jean, historia, reiner, and more people file onto the stage.

“the prom king for this school year is… jean kirstein!”

his friends let out boisterous chants and hoots as he takes a step forward. reiner gives him a firm pat on the back as the crown is placed on his head. he’s also given a sash before the queen’s crown and sash, along with a rose, is handed to him. looking at historia, he smiles because she knows that his plan is about to go down.

jean never gave up on his chase after mikasa, despite being curved countless times and even ignored. so he came up with a plan to make mikasa the prom queen—since he would obviously be prom king—and it was no easy task. she didn’t bother to run for the position so with the help of historia, they convinced basically the entire school to vote mikasa in as a write-in candidate. and luckily for them, word never got around about it, so mikasa would totally be clueless.

“and the moment you’ve all been waiting for: this year’s prom queen is—drumroll please—mikasa ackerman!”

mikasa gasps as the crowd erupts in cheers and claps and the spotlight hones in on her in the crowd. her face flushes from all the sudden attention, and suddenly she’s being pushed towards the makeshift stage. she turns around looking for eren, but he’s nowhere to be found. armin looks just as confused as she does, but he doesn’t do anything to try and help her.

she awkwardly gets on the stage and shuffles towards the center where jean stands. historia’s got a sickeningly sweet smile on her face, and in that moment she figures that she must have been behind this because there was no way that she didn’t win.

boing her head, she allows jean to crown her prom queen. he helps her put the sash on and he delicately hands the rose to her. the intro to coldplay’s “yellow” starts playing when she faces the crowd again.

“may i have this dance?” jean asks once everyone finished applauding.

she agrees, but she’s searching for a familiar pair of green eyes in the crowd. she starts to panic because he’s nowhere to be seen as she’s being guided to the dance floor. jean rests his hands on her waist, while mikasa wraps her arms around his neck, being cautious of how close they are.

“you look stunning tonight,” he whispers in her ear. more people have coupled up around them, slowly swaying to the music.

“thank you.”

eren returns to see that the lights have dimmed a bit more, and that all the couples have occupied the dance floor. looking at the table, he sees that only connie and sasha are sitting down. in the crowd, he spots annie laying her head against armin’s chest, as he pulls her impossibly closer to his body. and oh no…

the thing eren feared most tonight is actually happening. in another man’s arms is the woman he loves. he feels his heart crack and split into a million different pieces. her back is facing him, but he can see jean’s face clearly; there’s a devious glint in his eyes when they meet each other’s stares. it’s suddenly too hot in the room, and despite just coming back, eren rushes to the nearest exit he can find. he finds it hard to breathe like there’s water in his lungs, and the tears forming in his eyes blur his vision. he lost. he lost mikasa, he lost to jean.

“fuck,” eren’s voice cracks. he wants to scream, to let the world know how much pain he’s in. there’s a fountain nearby, and he sits on its edge. the falling water is enough to drown out his cries.

“where did i go wrong?” he looks up to the moon, hoping it’ll provide an answer.

———

“jean, i’m sorry. i can’t do this,” mikasa stammers.

“what? do what? at least let the song finish,” he argues, gripping her waist tighter.

she tries pushing herself away. “no. no, no, no. i need to find him, jean.”

“who? eren? forget about him, mikasa. he’s just a loser after all. you deserve better than him,” he leans down to try and kiss her, but she’s already had enough.

“let go of me, you freak!” she exclaims, stomping her heel down onto his foot. he curses and pushes her away, causing a scene. the music continues playing, but the people around them are startled as they watch the scene unfold. mikasa storms away, pushing past people to get the hell out of there.

she calls eren’s name out as she enters the foyer, and continues to call out for him while looking for the restroom. after a couple more minutes, she finally finds it and nearly kicks the door down. a couple boys inside stare at her in shock, but none of them are eren. she debates checking the upstairs area, but she doesn’t want to risk getting caught. defeated, she lets the moon guide her outside.

the spring air feels sticky on her skin, and not only does the breeze cool her down, it carries along a soft sound. the sound of sniffles and broken sobs. it’s heart-wrenching enough to hear; she figures that whoever’s out here must be hurting a lot. wobbling down the gravel path, she continues towards the fountain.

“oh, eren…” mikasa nearly cries at the sight before her. on the other side of the fountain sat eren with his head in his hands and his blazer sloppily folded next to him. she crouches down to his level to try and get a good look at his face, but he turns the other way.

“go away. don’t want you to see me like this,” he mumbles.

“well if you’re not going to look at me, at least listen to me,” she takes a seat next to him.

“you know that i didn’t even run for prom queen. i don’t know how i won… and i couldn’t not dance with jean.”

“you could’ve just said no or walked away.”

“it’s not that easy.”

there’s an uncomfortable silence between the two, though it’s soon drowned out by the start of an upbeat song that starts to play from indoors. eren can’t bring himself to look up yet since the tears haven’t stopped falling from his eyes.

“let’s ditch this place,” mikasa says after a couple minutes pass. “we can leave and go to my place.”

eren lifts his head from his hands at looks at her like she’s crazy. “w-what about armin? and… i know how much prom means to–”

“it doesn’t mean anything compared to you, eren. this?” she removes the crown from her hair, “it’s worthless to me. i don’t deserve it.”

it slips from her fingertips, but eren is quick to catch it before it reaches the ground. she’s confused when he stands up to his full height and raises it above her head.

“let’s go, my queen.”

———

luckily for mikasa, she has the house to herself for the weekend. her parents are out of town for a little getaway. it’s dark inside when the pair enter the home, but mikasa illuminates the space on her way to the kitchen. she tells eren to wait outside on the patio while she prepares some stuff; he doesn’t know what to expect from her, but he decides to turn on the patio lights that are strung up above the yard.

she returns with a small speaker in her hand and a smile on her face upon seeing the lights. after she spends a couple seconds scrolling through her phone, she sets it down and approaches eren with open arms. “falling for you” by the 1975 starts to play when he welcomes her embrace.

“i’m sorry we didn’t get to slow dance earlier. i hope this makes up for it,” mikasa whispers against his neck.

“i uh… i don’t really know how to slow dance,” eren admits with a blush, earning him a chuckle from the girl.

“okay, well it’s not hard. it’s just like any other kind of dancing; you gotta do it to the music. except there’s not a lot of movement here.”

eren watches to make sure he’s not stepping on mikasa’s feet. once he’s got the hang of it, he meets her eyes which are already staring at him. he can’t help but blush even more. she thinks he’s really cute when he’s flustered.

she switches up her movement after a while and does a little spin, but she gets tripped up in her heels causing her to lose balance. but eren is right there to catch her. with a steady hand on her back, she keeps him from falling down. in that moment, they’re trapped in time, staring into the universes of each others’ eyes. they’re in their own little world, just the two of them existing together. the beats of their hearts in unison grow louder in their ears, to the point where the music is almost inaudible.

he helps her back up, pulling her into his chest but also nearly making their lips collide. too stunned to speak, mikasa rests her chin on his shoulder.

“your heart is beating really fast,” mikasa comments.

“yeah. i’m nervous.”

“why?”

“you make me nervous.”

pressing a hand to his chest, she puts a bit of space between their bodies. “why is that?”

eren hesitates. the dreaded question he’s been hoping to avoid finally comes up; but it’s now or never, he convinces himself.

“because i really like you, mikasa.”

he avoids her gaze while she starts to play with the collar of his shirt. he worries that he might have said the wrong thing, or perhaps it was not the right time. what if she doesn’t feel the same way? the thought scares him to death, and now he thinks it would be better if she doesn’t say anything.

“to tell you the truth,” she begins and oh god, this can't be good, “i really like you, too. but… i don’t want a relationship with you purely based on what we’ve been doing these past couple months.”

she only has herself to blame for that. after all, she is the one that became so set on being the one to ruin his innocence. they’re at the end of the road, and mikasa planned to just finish what she started, but now eren is making it hard for her. he feels his heart sink to his stomach once her words process in his mind.

“n-not like that! i mean maybe, but not just that! i’ll work for it. i’ll show you that i’m good enough, i’ll show you that i can love you–”

the plumpness of her lips on his is quick to shut him up, but his eyes are wide open in shock. after it settles down, he leans into her touch and kisses her with as much fervor. the hand that was once planted on his chest snakes its way up his neck and cups his cheek, pulling him closer.

“i’ll be yours for tonight,” she murmurs between kisses.

and that’s all it takes for eren to sweep her off her feet and carry her inside bridal style, completely disregarding the speaker and the lights. after making sure the sliding door is locked, he carefully takes her upstairs and to her room. she kicks off her shoes before he lays her down on the bed. that may not be the answer he was hoping to receive, but it’s better than nothing at all.

he knows what is about to happen; the moment he has prepared for is finally here, yet he feels so nervous. it’s evident in the way his hands tremble so much that he struggles to undo his belt and take off his pants.

“relax, ren. i’m not going anywhere,” mikasa calls from her spot on the bed. her tone and words are comforting, and eren finally succeeds in taking his pants off. he debates just tearing his button-up shirt because of how impatient he is, but her voice lingers in his mind.

he climbs onto her bed as he undos the last few buttons before helping her shimmy out of her dress. underneath her dress is just some black, lacy underwear; there’s no bra to cover her cleavage, and eren can feel his cock growing harder in his boxers.

“can i…” he trails off, too hypnotized by how perfectly her breasts sit on her chest. they’re so round and soft, but he waits until he’s granted permission to touch them. once she gives him the green light, he goes straight to work, taking one in his mouth and caressing the other. she can feel the desperation practically dripping off of him like sweat on a hot summer day. it’s so raw, and his movements are so erratic, roaming his hands down her sides and reaching her thighs.

his lips leave a trail of kisses down her chest, to her ribs, and along her stomach, leaving a peck right above the hem of her panties. nearly ripping them off of her legs, he delves in between her thighs, greedily lapping at her cunt like a starved man. her manicured hand flies to his hair, grabbing at his roots perhaps a little too hard, but the brief pain doesn’t even faze him. “eren, slow down,” she pants, “we have all night.”

“i can’t,” he whines, the strain in his voice giving away just how needy he is. “i need you, mikasa.” the words spoken against her pussy send vibrations throughout her whole body, making her mind become clouded. her grip on his hair loosens only a little bit, and she bites her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans, but the feeling of his tongue on her clit is too much. “i need you,” he repeats.

the moment eren slips two of his fingers inside her pussy, she feels as if she could pass out at any second. he uses all his strength to pull away from her, and he catches himself chuckling a bit when she groans in frustration. “i almost lost you there. stay with me.”

“i’m right here,” she assures him with a tug on his arm, urging him to continue what he was doing. desperation oozes out of him, permeating throughout the air and intoxicating her. it’s such a raw, carnal desire; it leaves her wondering how one could be so desperate while also being so inexperienced. the curl of his fingers makes her delirious, and when he hits that spongy spot over and over, she’s done for. her stomach tightens at an alarming rate. maybe it’s the lewdness of it all, or perhaps it’s the fact that it’s with eren . the boy that she’s grown to love; the one that’s loved her for god knows how long.

he tirelessly laps at her sloppy cunt, flicking his tongue across her lips and around her clit. copious amounts of spit dribble down her plush thighs, seeping into the linen sheets that also wrinkle under her grasp. he can feel the way her cunt squeezes down on his fingers, and how her incessant mewls signal that she’s already about to cum.

“fuck , i’m cumming.” her voice strains. eren doesn’t stop, not even when she clasps her thighs around his head, not when her juices stain the lower half of his face. he continues licking her up and cleaning the mess that she made.

“eren, eren, that’s enough.”

“sorry,” he says sheepishly while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and stuffing his fingers in his mouth. “i got carried away.”

“do you want me to suck you off?”

“no,” states, and she’s taken aback. “i’m sorry, mika. i can’t wait.” he basically shoves his boxers down his long legs, exposing his leaking cock. it slaps against his lower abdomen, leaving a splatter of his precum in its wake.

“wait. let me get a condom.” mikasa pushes herself off of the bed and reaches over to her nightstand. she digs around for a bit until she feels the box of condoms that she bought the other day. eren doesn’t question it; if anything, he’s impressed that she’s the one that came prepared.

“i don’t know how to–”

“i’ll do it for you.” she takes one of the foil wrappers out and tears it from the roll before carefully ripping it open. “for future reference, make sure you’re putting it on the right way. then, pinch the tip to leave some space. if you don’t, it might break. i don’t think you’d want that to happen.”

her hands glide down the length of his dick as she rolls the condom onto him. his heart goes into overdrive when she lays back down, spreading her legs and offering everything she has to give to him. she finds it cute how he just kind of unknowingly stares at her pussy with his dick in his hand. it’s as if he’s gone clueless as to what to do. but something in his brain snaps, and he inches closer to her body. he guides his dick to her folds, teasing her clit when he presses it flat on her, sizing her up.

“mikasa, there’s no way– how is that gonna fit?!” he asks in disbelief.

she can’t help but laugh. “it’ll fit, ren. just wait and see.”

“but look! not to boost my own ego or anything, but it’s gonna be impossible. even you said i’m big!”

“eren.” there’s a smile on her lips when he looks at her. “shut up and fuck me.”

“i uh–” he stammers, blush tinting his cheeks pink. “i don’t know how.” he’s still so innocent, even after everything they’ve done. what a shame that it’s about to change.

mikasa reaches between her legs and pushes his dick down until the tip rests against her hole. “it’s kind of like using your fingers, except this time it’s just your dick. you go in and out. maybe grind your hips when you go in; there’s not much else to it.”

“a-are you ready?”

“are you ready?”

he nods. “i’ll go slow at first.”

he isn’t sure if he said that more for her or for himself, but he doesn’t think too much of it when he begins to move his hips forward. waves of heat and pressure welcome him; it feels suffocating. he sharply exhales after bottoming out, only then realizing he was holding in a breath which is probably why he felt like he was going to pass out.

no amount of foreplay could’ve helped mikasa prepare for the feeling of eren stretching her walls out. instantly, she notices that this is different—much different from her first time with jean. he hasn’t even started moving yet, giving her time to adjust to his size, but she already feels so full.

“you’re so fucking tight,” eren says through his teeth. “ god, it feels so good.”

“you can move now.”

he’s hesitant to move, fearing that he might be overwhelmed with the feeling to cum. but just as slowly as he entered, he pulls his hips back, strings of her slick connecting their bodies until they become thin like a spider’s silk. mikasa thinks he’s so cute the way his face scrunches up as he focuses on not cumming. she lets out a gasp when their hips meet again; throwing her head to the side, she sees eren’s arms start to wobble under his weight.

“do you want me to be on top?” she offers.

“no!” he cries. “i mean, i wanna be in control.” he takes it upon himself to start increasing the pace of his thrusts, letting the sound of his skin against hers echo off of the bedroom walls. her chest heaves as he finds a steady pace; with each thrust, her tits bounce.

eren wishes he could stop time and live in this moment forever. it’s just the two of them existing and making love under the moon. her moans turn into the melody of his new favorite song that he never takes off of repeat.

“oh fuck, just like that.” she doesn’t tell him to go harder or to speed up, allowing him to do things at his pace while also letting him know that he’s doing something right.

“you like that?” he asks with a pronounced thrust of his hips.

“fuck yes.” her eyes roll back and her fingers get tangled with the sheets. a layer of sweat coats both of their bodies, but the heat just adds to the intimacy. she can’t get enough of the way his cock slides against her walls, hitting just the right places; when his thumb starts to circle around her clit again, it’s almost too much. her hands fly to eren’s back, digging into his skin, leaving red crescents on his raw canvas.

it’s crazy how carried away eren gets. his starts to fuck her as if his hips have a mind of their own, increasing the force behind them to try and get as deep as he can inside of her. it becomes arrhythmic; his mind can’t keep up with the pace he set. he’s already addicted to hearing her moans, getting drunk on each and every sound that slips out of her mouth.

“your pussy feels so good around me,” he says. he’s in a trance, lost in the feeling of her fluttering walls every time he grinds his dick against her cervix. and every time he hits it, her nails drag lines up and down the expanse of his back. her inner thighs get wetter by the minute, and eren, surprisingly, shows no signs of stopping.

“eren,” she whines. “s-so big. i can feel you here.” one of her hands falls from his back to take the one he has on her clit, moving it up to her lower abdomen. he presses down on that spot and can barely make out the sensation of his dick sliding in and out.

“holy shit, i think i might cum,” he panics, slowing down his thrusts. his arms nearly fail him, but he falls onto forearms, caging mikasa’s head in between them.

“take your time,” she giggles before lifting her head up to his neck. she nips and nibbles at his skin, running her tongue over the red spots that form. after about a minute, he regains his composure and continues to rut his hips against her. he brings their lips together, swallowing her moans. he blindly searches for her hands and intertwines his fingers with hers, pressing the backs of her hands against the sheets.

he knows he can’t last much longer, but he doesn’t want this to end. pulling away to get a breath of air, he admires mikasa’s fucked-out state. her eyelids droop, showing slivers of white whenever her eyes roll back, and her sweat only highlights the rosy blush on her cheeks. it’s a sight that he wants to see time after time; he could never get sick of it.

eren abruptly stills his movements, much to her surprise. “did you…”

“n-no,” he stammers, the flush of his face growing a deeper shade of red. “i just wanna try something else.” his hands find the back of her thighs and lifts them up, pushing them against her chest. she gets the hint and latches her arms behind her knees, keeping her legs in place for him and putting her pussy on full display for him.

“fuck ,” he mutters under his breath, feeling his mouth salivate. “so pretty.”

“eren,” she whines. “come on. i need you.’”

“okay, okay.” her slick makes it much easier for him to slide in and out of her velvety walls, and a wet squelching sound fills the room again. his pace is just a tad faster than before, but he’s mindful to not go too fast.

“god , you feel so good, eren. keep going.”

“i’m close.”

“me too. j-just don’t stop.”

she wants to reach up to his face and sweep the hair away from his eyes. she wants to see him fall apart when he finally spills his cum into the condom. and luckily for her, he takes a moment to move his hair out of the way, not stopping his hips in the process. his fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs for leverage before choosing to rub circles on her clit again. he’s conflicted and unsure of where to focus his eyes; he settles on getting hypnotized by the way his cock disappears between her folds.

“if you keep on squeezing me like that, i’m gonna cum,” eren pants. she seemingly ignores him, closing her eyes and throwing her head back in bliss.

“shit, i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” mikasa squeals. her pussy has a death grip on his dick, clamping down on it as she releases on him, soaking his pelvis and thighs. her body convulses against the bed; her arms, now too weak to hold her legs, fall next to her and she claws at the sheets.

he fucks her through her orgasm with his approaching rapidly. she has half a mind to push him away; the overstimulation becomes too much, especially after two orgasms. his pace begins to falter and before he can bury himself to the hilt, she cries out to him. “cum on me.”

“on you?!” it catches him off guard, and he’s not even sure if he can pull out in time. her pussy just feels so good, but the way she desperately nods her head is enough for him to do it.

after pulling out, he practically rips the condom off of his dick and starts stroking it. he can’t hold back any longer; thick ropes of his cum shoot out and cover her body. “f-fuck! i love you, i love you, i love you.” most of it lands on her stomach, but some of it reaches her tits as well. once he’s sure that he’s got every last drop, his body slumps and he falls next to her on the bed, face down in the pillows.

his body heaves with every breath he takes, and he has to force himself to stay conscious. mikasa, on the other hand, starts to get up while trying—and failing—to stop his cum from dripping onto her sheets.

“are you okay?” she asks once she catches her breath.

“i know i said this when you gave me head, but now i actually don’t think i’ve ever came that hard in my life,” he admits, voice muffled.

she laughs at him and nudges his shoulder. “come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

———

after a refreshing shower and a change of bedsheets, the two lay with each other in her bed. the sounds of passing cars and crickets fill the gaps of silence between them. with her head on eren’s chest, she listens to his soft breathing. his arm is loosely wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. his drooping eyelids beg for him to sleep, but he refuses to give in until he knows she’s asleep.

carefully reaching over her body, eren grabs his phone off of the night stand. unsurprisingly, there are a number of missed calls and texts from his mom and armin. he sends them both a quick text saying that he’s spending the night at mikasa’s place before tossing it to the side.

eren takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful mikasa truly is. from the way her lips slightly part to the way her bare chest rises and falls, everything about her is just perfect. with a touch as light as a feather, he wipes away a stray eyelash on her cheek.

he can’t help but wonder what their friendship will be like after this. the words “i’ll be yours for tonight” keep replaying in his mind like an earworm. the need to prove himself to her is overwhelming; the thought of her being with anyone else upsets him. he thinks back to when she danced with jean earlier that night, and his chest tightens.

“eren.”

he recalls when mikasa first admitted to losing her virginity to jean. at first, he was indifferent about it. but the more he dwelled on it, the angrier he became. no, angrier isn’t the right word. he was jealous , but he would never admit it.

“eren .” mikasa’s hushed voice cuts through the silence like a blade, more stern this time, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“wha- huh?”

“you’re squeezing me too much. i can’t breathe.”

he comes to the realization that he does in fact have a death grip on her hip; his blunt fingernails leave red crescents in their delicate skin. his face burns, and he immediately relieves her by letting go. his body overflows with embarrassment, so he turns the other way and covers himself with the duvet. the feeling of her arm draping over his body makes him stiffen since it was so unexpected.

“we just had sex, don’t get all shy on me now.”

“sorry.”

her fingers graze his body, tracing random shapes in order to soothe him. “do you actually love me, eren?” she already knows his answer; hell, he was saying it as he released his cum on her. but it could have been a heat-of-the-moment thing. she just needs confirmation but instead, she’s met with hesitance.

“i– uh…” he stammers, unable to form words, much less coherent thoughts. she anticipates his response with a raised brow, but he just sputters like a fish out of water. after taking a deep breath, he recollects his bearings and faces her. “yeah, i’m kinda in love with you.”

“well i kinda think we should go on a date this week.”

“really?” eren’s heart rate spikes in excitement. if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging and he’d be jumping around all over the place.

“yes, really.”

“where do you want to go? or what do you want to do? we can have a movie night—i know you’ve been wanting to rewatch Twilight—and then we can…” he continues rambling, spewing out countless date ideas, but all mikasa is focused on is the way he’s shamelessly excited to go on a date with her.

she reminisces about everything that has happened that led to this specific moment; from that first night she dreamt about eren to teaching him how to eat pussy, it’s crazy to think that all she wanted was to watch him fall apart at her mercy. but that feeling grew to be something much more beautiful.

#attack on titan #aot #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eremika #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #mikasa ackerman smut #mikasa smut #eremika fanfic #eremika smut #aot fanfic #attack on titan fanfic #☾ ; by erieren #☾ ; not sfw

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okay hear me out… loser!eren x bimbo!reader x nerd!armin threesome 😳 eren and armin are bfs because i said so <3 (not edited)

content warnings: smut, threesome (mmf), oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, penetration, spitroasting, dumbification, cum eating

you’re not even sure why you’re in college; you could’ve became a stripper or had a sugar daddy/mommy and be set for life, but here you are aimlessly wandering around campus. however, you are smart enough to think that if you walk by the science and technology building, you’ll find someone with a useful degree that’ll make a lot of money.

now eren and armin have been inseparable since they were young. with armin graduating from high school as valedictorian (and probably having a 4.8 gpa or something like that), he got accepted into many of the country’s top colleges. eren, on the other hand, never had big dreams or aspirations so he just decided to go to a local college; armin decided to follow along.

you end up in the library which just so happens to be by the science and tech building, so you make it seem like you’re actually looking to study there—which, spoiler alert, doesn’t work. with your bright pink top and matching skirt, you stick out like a sore thumb. armin notices you straight away, and although you’re extremely attractive to the point where he’s intimidated, he doesn’t shy away. he approaches you with caution, asking if you need any help, then ultimately leading you to the table he’s sharing with eren.

eren can’t help but groan. hearing your sickeningly sweet voice only adds to the number of other distractions in the library, but he can’t help but look over at you every once in a while. as armin explains your homework to you, you just look at him all doe-eyed with sugar coated lips from the lollipop you’d been sucking on. and eren’s not dumb; he can practically see the hearts in your eyes as you stare at him instead of listening to the explanations to the problems. the feeling of jealousy is almost new to eren; he never had to worry about anyone trying to take armin away from him until now and it’s pissing him off.

he abruptly stands up and shuts his textbook close before putting it into his bag. “i’m gonna walk around for a bit,” he says, and armin just nods. while he walks away, he swears he can hear you move your chair closer to armin’s.

imagine the surprise on his face when he goes back to their shared dorm, only to see you all over armin. your skirt has hiked up your waist, revealing your panties that leave little to the imagination. armin is a flustered mess, sputtering out a, “e-eren! it’s not what it looks like–” but he’s cut off when you press your glossy lips to his.

and eren is trying to be mad because who the fuck do you think you are, crawling over his bf like that?? but the curve of your ass is hypnotizing him, and the strain in his pants is getting obvious. eren has zero game whatsoever, he’s never felt the touch of a woman before and he’s hoping that armin can read his thoughts right now. eren practically rips you off of armin, and they just stare at each other for a second; the fear in armin’s eyes dissipates when he sees that eren isn’t mad at all.

soon enough, all of you are undressed. armin called dibs on your pussy first, but eren only agreed if you sucked him off while the blond ate you out. he’s inexperienced; you can tell by the way he gives shallow licks on your clit. only then do you realize you have the upperhand here—neither of the boys know what they’re doing. you think you can use it to your advantage, but the feeling of eren’s fat cock in your mouth is making the thought leave your head. it’s no surprise that he doesn’t last long in your mouth.

eren knows better than to have sex without a condom, but none of you have one on hand. he almost stops everything, but the taste of your pussy on his tongue put him in a trance. the two boys switch places, so now eren’s behind you and armin’s slowly stroking his hard cock in front of your face. you feel eren press the tip of his dick onto your hole, but a flash of panic surges through you because it’s the wrong one.

“eren, wait! wrong one,” you manage to get out before armin has a chance to slip his cock into your mouth. if you turned around, you would’ve seen how red his face got. but he corrects himself and pushes himself fully into you and fuck, it hurts. no one’s been able to stretch you out like eren has.

his grip on your hips is tight, but his movements are off and there’s no steady rhythm. it almost doesn’t feel good, but his dick is hitting that spot over and over again. your moans vibrate around armin’s dick which is sheathed down your throat, much further than what you’re used to. it doesn’t take long until your mind goes completely blank, and armin can tell by the way you remove yourself from him to just languidly jerk him off. you have half a mind to keep sucking him off, but you just look up at him and give him those same doe-eyes from earlier.

“thought you were dumb before, but look at you now,” eren spits out. his chest heaves with every breath he takes, and he’s trying his best to hold on.

“i’m not dumb,” you try to argue, but it’s useless.

“mhm, you can only think about dick when you have one down your throat,” armin says before sinking in your mouth again.

“and in your pussy,” eren adds. “f-fuck, armin. come here…”

eren lifts a hand off of your hip and brings it to armin’s nape, pulling him closer. they share breaths for a moment, just panting from the pleasure of it all. armin’s the one that initiates the kiss, a mess of tongue and teeth clashing. you don’t even realize what’s going on above you since they’re fucking you brainless.

you don’t even know that you’re cumming until you feel eren’s remaining hand tighten on your hip, fingers digging into your skin. he can feel you clenching on him, he can feel your legs shaking, and it’s enough to send him over the edge one last time. they release simultaneously, and you feel so full of their cum.

even after they both pull out, they can’t help but admire how fucked out you look laying atop armin’s bed. you’ve got cum smeared on your thighs and around your mouth. you honestly didn’t mean to take it this far at all, you just wanted to thank armin for showing you how to do your homework. but now it looks like you’ll be asking for their help more often.

#eren jaeger #armin arlert #eren jaeger smut #armin arlert smut #attack on titan #aot #eren x reader #armin x reader #eren smut #armin smut #eremin #eren x armin #☾ ; by erieren #tw.dumbification #☾ ; not sfw

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content warnings: drug use (weed), smut, dubcon, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating

thinkin abt plug!eren who’s always so sweet to you when you come to pick up an eigth. he can’t resist such a pretty face and so he makes sure to give you a discount if you leave him w a kiss on the lips ;(

other times he’ll invite you to come smoke w him (and maybe his friends will tag along) but if it’s just you two, he’ll let you hotbox his car. the two of you are passing the blunt back and forth, careful to not burn your fingers. you probably won’t notice it, but eren inches closer to you as the time passes. soon enough, he lays his head on your shoulder.

when you finally look at him, you notice that he’s staring at your lips, how glossy they look and how they wrap around the blunt, wishing he was putting something else in your mouth. his touch is gentle when his fingers ghost over your jawline, bringing your lips to his; you have no choice but to exhale the smoke into his mouth. he doesn’t know if it’s the high messing with his brain or if it’s something else inside him that keeps him wanting more.

he positions you on his lap, one leg on either side of him, chest in his face. so he leans up to capture you in another kiss while his hands roam you body from your neck, down your sides, and along your thighs. the feeling of his fingers pressing into your skin sends shivers down your spine.

he doesn’t know how it happens, but suddenly you’re no longer on his lap and his pants are down past his thighs. you tease him by running a finger along his clothed dick, making him shudder. he’s already a babbling mess, mind not clear enough to form coherent thoughts. but through it all, you could’ve sworn you heard him beg, “please, please. need you.”

you start pulling at the waistband of his boxers, so he lifts his hips up to help you out a bit. and you’re such a tease that you just slowly rub your hand up and down his entire length, applying more pressure as you reach his tip. he’s leaking so much that it would’ve been embarrassing if he was in the right headspace.

“stop teasing,” he exhales. some kind of relief is felt when you start licking at his tip.

“so bossy,” you mumble before finally taking him into your mouth. and eren completely blacks out for a second. your mouth is so warm, so wet around his dick, and he has to hold off his orgasm already.

his hand finds its way on the back of your neck, not applying pressure and not guiding you. you’re going at your own pace, and he isn’t going to stop that. with his head thrown back against the head rest, his moans fill the car along with the smoke. the blunt in his hand has long been forgotten, almost letting it slip from between his fingers, but catching on just in time and putting it out on the ashtray he left on the center console.

and what a sight you are, occasionally peering up at him with wide, reddened eyes and tears decorating your lash line. the sight alone is enough to send him over the edge.

“i’m gonna c-cum,” he warns. you show no signs of stopping as you continue sucking him off at the same pace, jerking what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand. your name repeatedly leaves his lips in hushed whispers, like he’s reciting a mantra. you make him feel higher than any drug could. his thighs tense and stomach clenches as he lets go.

you feel his cum spurt into your mouth, coating your tongue and throat. it almost seems never ending, but soon his body relaxes once more. you pull off of him, sticking your tongue out to show him the mess he made, and a light chuckle escapes his lips. he watches with tired eyes as you swallow his cum, then he pulls you into another kiss.

“you did so good for me,” he whispers against your lips. “but how are we getting back to your dorm?”

and the realization settles in. you’re both high as fuck, and he’s on the verge of passing out from his powerful orgasm. he’s already having trouble keeping his eyes open, so there’s no way he’s going to be driving.

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren x reader #attack on titan #help i feel bad for not posting anything in a while #☾ ; by erieren #eren yeager smut #eren yeager #tw.drugs #tw.dubcon #aot x reader #☾ ; not sfw

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

featuring: eren, jean, armin, connie x gn!reader

content warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol (for connie)

note: look at CARLA 😩 baby eren lol anyway here’s some more fluffy headcanons i came up with

eren jaeger

okay starting off strong, i feel like eren would want/have a boy and a girl

doesn’t believe that toys and clothes “have gender” so he gets them whatever toys and clothes they want (actually this applies to everyone else)

HE LETS HIS KIDS PLAY WITH HIS HAIR

he also doesn’t force them into a sport or hobby; if they’re interested in something then he’ll fully support it

they always ask to play outside or go to the playground. they can stay outside for hours and always come back smelling like the sun and the outdoors

he gets very, very overprotective (but not so much as they grow older and more independent)

HE SETS UP PLAYDATES WITH ARMIN’S KIDS WHDHSHJDND 😭😭

sometimes he’ll fall asleep on the couch and one kid would snuggle next to him while the other lays on his chest

gets impatient when helping them with homework

if he gets them a console or gaming pc then you better pray for your sanity bc they WILL rage

the most eren would do for punishment is send them to the time-out corner for like 5 minutes lol

jean kirstein

i’ve written abt dilf!jean before but let’s get really into it 😮‍💨

SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN SOME KIDS RIGHT NOW !!!!

he would be soooo good with kids omg

i can see jean having a little girl (the more, the merrier) (for him, at least)

his kids would totally try to climb up his legs or swing from his arms

they also always ask for piggy-back rides or to sit on his shoulders

he makes them soup when they’re sick

okay so yk how jean is actually good at drawing? he would set aside some time to sit w his kids and draw with them. he keeps every single drawing they make and displays some of them on the fridge and in his bedroom

has the hardest time saying goodbye when they leave for college because he’s so attached </3

his mom would look after them if you and jean had too much on your hands

JEAN UR SO TALL AND HANDSOME PLS MARRY ME

armin arlert

i haven’t given much thought to what kids he would have but i can see him having twins

he spoils his kids bc he has a hard time saying “no” to them

at bedtime, he tucks them into bed before reading them a story and leaving a good night kiss on their foreheads

has study sessions with eren’s kids at least once a week (since they usually go to him for help)

his kids rarely argue bc he taught them how to make compromises (ex: “dad said you could play on the computer after you help me with the dishes”)

they like going on outdoor adventures with eren’s kids

he helps them make eye-catching student council campaigns and posters

he doesn’t discipline them (with like tsinelas or a coat hanger 😟), but he lets them know that actions have consequences

he constantly worries about them and can come off as overbearing (again, not so much when they’re older)

connie springer

connie definitely cusses in front of his kids without realizing it LMAOO

imagine his surprise when he’s just minding his business when all of a sudden his toddler yells “fuck!”

and he’s sitting there like “who taught you that word 😲⁉️”

he would have a boy that’s besties with jean’s kid

he lets him eat dessert before dinner, much to your dismay

trust me, connie would be a good parent, he just has trouble setting rules and boundaries 😭

like he would let his son drink/smoke at home bc it’s a controlled environment but god forbid he goes to a house party (this doesnt apply when he’s in college)

wait do yall remember how connie had siblings?? in a modern setting, i feel like they’d come over and watch his son quite frequently

i can see him being the type of parent to randomly pick up their kid from school early just to take them to the movies or somewhere else

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #eren x reader #jean x reader #armin x reader #connie x reader #aot fluff #eren jaeger #jean kirstein #armin arlert #connie springer #aot headcanons #☾ ; by erieren #tw.drugs #tw.alcohol

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for my lovely jean stans, here’s a lil artist!jean drabble <3 (i wrote this in like 10 min so sorry if there’s mistakes)

jean never took art seriously; he only does it as a hobby. that way, he can thoroughly enjoy it without worrying about when his next project is due. he doesn’t cash out on the most expensive, top quality supplies. if he finds something he likes, he’ll stick with it and make do. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t splurge and treat himself every once in a while.

his most recent gift to himself was a leather-bound multi-media sketchbook. it’s just the right size that he can carry it around to wherever he’s going. sometimes he’ll call you up and take you out to the park so he cant paint the scenery. he’ll show you some of the pieces he’s worked on; many are landscapes of the places he’s taken you to, others are quick portrait sketches of his friends.

on one particular day, you try to flip through his sketchbook, but he hastily snatches it back from your grasp. he says that he’s working on something “top secret” and that he doesn’t want you to see it.

“is it a portrait of me?” you ask, trying to get an answer out of him. but it doesn’t work.

“nope,” he says with a firm voice. “but now that you mention it, i haven’t drawn you in a while.”

so you convince him to draw you. he takes a great deal of time on it, claiming that he has to get all the angles right to capture the essence of your beauty. he pays great attention to all the details like the crease in your brow and the light in your eyes, careful to not miss a single thing. when he’s done, he’ll flip his sketchbook over and show you the results and wow, it’s amazing. you almost want to ask if you can keep it, but you know he doesn’t like tearing pages out of his sketchbooks.

some time passes and you’re out with jean again. it’s sunset, and he’s beautifully blending orange and red watercolors to match the sky. you stand up just when the two of you are about to leave, but he pulls you back down.

“you remember that too secret thing i’ve been working on?” he asks with a smile. “well… this is it. i hope you like it.”

he cautiously flips to the first page of his sketchbook, revealing a scene that’s all too familiar to you. it’s the café that he took you to for your first date. everything in the painting is so perfect, from the lighting, to the use of space, to the little details such as steam rising from coffee mugs and the writing on the menu. and the thing that surprises you most is that he carefully begins to tear at the page’s perforated edge.

you stare at him in disbelief when he hands the sheet of paper to you. it’s so delicate, so fragile, you don’t even know if you can trust yourself with it. but as soon as he drops you off at home, you start thinking about what kind of frame you should put it in.

#attack on titan #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #aot #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean fluff #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirschtein fluff #aot x reader #aot fluff #☾ ; by erieren

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𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐈𝐈𝐈

pairing: goth!mikasa x loser!eren

content warnings: smut (18+), corruption, oral sex (m receiving), deep throating, spit

summary: eren helps mikasa with her last minute prom shopping, and she returns the favor.

word count: 3.5k

note: this was supposed to come out months ago, but i didn’t have the motivation to work on it </3 also, reminder that minors and ageless blogs that interact with my nsfw content will be BLOCKED.

art credit: @Mnine5 on twitter!

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“should i go with this wine color or plum?” mikasa holds up one of the dresses to her body before switching to the other one.

eren’s standing behind her, watching as she alternates between them. “they look the same to me.”

“ugh! can’t men be more useful? the wine color is obviously more red,” mikasa sighs. the boy’s eyes widen from the insult, and soon he’s full-on panicking.

“i’m just trying to say that you look good in anything!” his comment falls on deaf ears when she moves away from the mirror to look for another dress.

he mentally face palms himself for not knowing better. it’s not like he wanted to be here in the first place; he just wanted to spend the day watching tv in his room, but mikasa had other plans for the both of them. and of course, eren would do anything for her even if it meant going on a three hour long—and counting—shopping trip.

eren doesn’t see the appeal of going to prom. what is there to enjoy about being in a crowded room full of people you couldn’t care less about, all the while having mediocre music blast through the speakers? he would much rather have a movie night with his closest friends, or something else like that.

mikasa comes back to the full length mirror with another dress that looked to be the same color as the wine dress she picked out.

“what do you think about this one? it’s mulberry. i really like the neckline,” she rambles.

“i think it looks nice,” is all eren says because in all honesty, he doesn’t know what to say. he doesn’t keep up with the latest trends, so he doesn’t know what’s hot and what’s not.

“ereeen,” she whines. “you’re not helping me at all.”

“you wanna know what i really think?” he’s starting to get fed up. “i think that jean will think you look good in anything that you wear. someone as simple-minded as him won’t even think about what you’re wearing if it’s just going to end up on the floor of his room.”

mikasa’s jaw drops at his sudden outburst, but her shocked expression quickly turns into an angry one. regret is simmering in the pit of eren’s stomach and he wishes he could take his words back.

“okay first of all, don’t fucking act out in public,” she seethes while jabbing her pointer finger into his chest. “second, when the fuck did i say i was going with jean, and why do you think i’m going to fuck him again?”

now it’s eren’s turn to be stunned. if she’s not going to prom, then who is she going with? he doesn’t recall anyone else asking her.

“you’re not going with jean…?” he manages to squeak out. mikasa can be so intimidating when she’s angry.

“no, dummy! i’m going with you,” she turns back to the mirror and holds the dress up to her body. “so what do you think?”

“huh?”

“i wanted to surprise you! so surprise, i’m taking you to prom!”

“listen, you know i don’t–” he starts.

“you don’t like large crowds and loud music. i know, eren. just please let me enjoy prom with you. we’re about to finish high school, and i just want to make it memorable,” she juts her bottom lip out and bats her lashes at him. who would he be to say no to her?

“okay, fine i guess,” he caves in.

“yay! i love you, eren. you’re the best. now let’s find a dress!”

she quickly threw her arms around the brunet before running off to the dress racks. he’s left stunned as her words replay in his mind.

mikasa just said she loves me, he thinks. this was nothing new, of course; she’s said it to him many times over the course of their friendship, but this time it seemed so different. maybe their recent activities have been getting to his head, and he was starting to have his doubts. is there any emotion behind what they were doing, or is mikasa just using him for her own pleasure? if she keeps coming back for more, then that must mean something, right? he feels conflicted, like someone is playing tug of war with his heart.

———

the next day, eren took mikasa out to go shopping for makeup. she spent a great deal of time debating which lip gloss shade—“devil’s food cake” or “cranberry pie”—matched her dress better. in the end, she settled with cranberry pie.

they’re currently in mikasa’s room; eren is lounging on her bed while she’s sitting in front of her vanity. she’s been trying to come up with a makeup look for the past—god, eren doesn’t even know how long he’s been here. he lost track of time as he endlessly scrolled through his phone. every so often, he would sneak glances at her reflection and admire her glossy lips before she wiped her face clean and started over again.

“hey, do you think i should ease up on the eyeliner?” mikasa calls out to him while steadying her hand to draw a straight line.

eren just lazily hums; he’s too focused on the art restoration video he’s watching. mikasa glares at him in the mirror before continuing to do her eyeliner. she moves on to do her blush, and then her lips for the nth time that afternoon. when she opens one of her drawers, something catches her eye; it’s a new liquid eyeliner that she had yet to test out. she’s about to wipe off her makeup again until an idea pops into her mind. a devilish smirk forms on her lips, but she hides it with a sickly-sweet smile when she turns to face him.

“hey, eren?” she attempts to grab the attention of the boy once more. “can i do your eyeliner?”

“mhm, yeah,” he mumbles as he continues watching the video. he’s completely mesmerized by the way the conservator in the video is perfectly color matching the paint that he doesn’t completely register her words in his mind.

she grabs the eyeliner from the drawer and makes her way over to the bed. eren’s eyes are still glued to his phone screen even when she stands in front of him, so she gently takes it from his hand.

“wha– hey, i wasn’t done watching,” he whines while trying to reach for his phone.

“and you just said that you’d let me do your makeup. so sit on the stool.”

eren reluctantly gets off her bed and sulks to the vanity across the room. he turns the stool around before sitting down. mikasa is right behind him, and she gives the pen a little shake before uncapping it.

“okay, so look straight for me,” she instructs as she brings the pen close to his face.

there’s just a slight problem: mikasa’s chest is right in front of eren’s face. the fact that she’s wearing a corset top doesn’t help the situation; her breasts are practically spilling out of her top as she leans forward. eren hopes that the blush on his face isn’t noticeable, but he’s sure it worsens when she nudges him.

“stop blinking so much, you’re going to make me mess up,” she mutters while taking a step closer. he wants to shut his eyes, but his imagination was running wild the way he was picturing her tits in his mouth.

“sorry,” eren squeaks out. he’s undeniably hard already.

mikasa continues working on his eyeliner, but quickly becomes frustrated when it doesn’t come out the way she wants it to. she gently wipes away her previous work before steadying her hand to try again.

“you know what? fuck it…” she takes another step forward and suddenly she’s straddling eren’s lap. he’s completely caught off guard, and his arms instinctively fly to secure her waist so that she doesn’t fall backwards.

“what are you doing?” eren whispers. now, her chest is really in his face and the plush of her thighs rests atop his.

“you have such pretty eyes,” she disregards his question and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear before continuing. through his long lashes, she admires the green hues and how his pupils have grown wide.

he doesn’t know where to look, and he’s feeling light headed from being suffocated by her tits. his dick is starting to hurt from how it’s straining against his pants, wanting to be freed.

honestly, mikasa can’t even focus on doing his eyeliner anymore because she’s distracted by the not-so-little problem below her. her cunt was just a couple inches away from making contact with his dick; maybe she should back up a little–

her thoughts are interrupted when eren abruptly pulls her closer; his face is quite literally buried in her chest, and she’s sitting right on eren’s boner.

“i-i’m sorry! i thought you were gonna fall!” eren’s words are muffled against her skin. his whole face feels like it’s on fire, but he can’t bring himself to let go of her.

she tries freeing herself from his grasp, but his death grip on her waist only causes her to involuntarily grind down on his crotch. a pathetic whimper leaves his mouth when she pushes him back by the shoulders.

“ren, let go,” mikasa says a little too calmly for his liking. “let me help you.”

eren’s not sure if he heard her correctly because the blood ringing in his ears is the only thing he can hear. nonetheless, he finds himself loosening his grip before mikasa sinks to her knees in front of him.

they’re both staring at his lap; eren hopes that it’ll just go down, but mikasa’s in awe. she feels powerful knowing that she has this much control over him. she steadily reaches a hand up to his crotch and starts palming him and his breath hitches at the newfound sensation.

“is it okay for me to take your pants off?” mikasa asks while looking up at him through her lashes. he slowly nods his head in embarrassment, but she quickly stops her movements. “use your words, eren.”

“yes, it’s okay,” he says as clearly as he can. her long acrylic nails graze his skin right above the waistband of his pants before she starts to unbutton them. she makes quick work of the zipper, and he lifts his hips to help her fully take them off. he’s wearing a light grey pair of boxer briefs which his dick is straining against, and there’s a small wet spot right where his tip is.

eren hesitantly reaches for one of her hands and guides it to the waistband of his boxers. he’s never received head before and doesn't know what to expect, but he thinks he’s ready. mikasa uses the tip of her nail to lift his waistband up before letting it snap back against his skin, much like the way he had done to her the last time they were in this situation. he has to stifle a moan now that he’s on the receiving end.

“i have three rules,” mikasa drawls while palming him again. “one, don’t push my head down; i know what i’m doing. two, you have to communicate with me so i know what you like. three, tell me to stop if it becomes too much. got it?”

“got it,” eren repeats with wavering confidence. he knows that she’s messed around with other guys before, but hearing that she has experience with this makes him feel a little insecure. “but what happens if i… if… i don’t know, what if i lose control or something?”

“i’ll pinch your thigh and that’ll be your cue to stop. and if you don’t stop, i’ll keep pinching you.”

“o-oh. okay. i think i’m ready now.”

the wet spot on his boxers had grown just a little bit as precum continued to leak from his tip. then, mikasa starts to pull the tight fabric down his hips. he sucks in a breath as the cool air hits his sensitive skin and once again lifts himself slightly off the stool to allow her to fully take his boxers off. upon finally seeing his cock in all its glory, she bites the inside of her cheek. without its confines, she’s able to see its full size. it looks to be around eight inches, and he’s definitely got some girth to him. his balls hang heavy underneath, and there’s a slight upward curve. his tip is flushed a dark shade of red as his slit drools precum. she silently thanks him for keeping his hair nice and trimmed down there.

eren’s watching her intently, too scared that if he blinks, he’ll miss something. this is a memory he’d definitely never want to forget. mikasa’s eyes are half-lidded and clouded with lust, her glossy lips are parted and god damn she looks as beautiful as ever. she finally reaches for the base of his cock and his body stiffens up. he can feel how she applies more pressure when she slides her hand up before using less pressure as she goes back down. even though he’s done the same countless times to the thought of her, nothing could compare to the way her soft hand felt on his cock—at least for now.

“oh my god,” eren chokes out when she presses her thumb right under his tip. “please do that again.”

“do what again?” she replies innocently.

he bites his lip in embarrassment; the words sound too vulgar to come out of his mouth, as if that mattered in their current situation. he can’t bring himself to say it, but he doesn’t dare to break one of her rules.

“squeeze me here,” he sighs as he guides her hand back up his cock. “fuck.”

eren’s surprised that he even managed to last this long. with the way mikasa looks at him while languidly stroking his cock, he could’ve easily blown his load all over her face. he starts to picture his cum spurting onto her skin, messing up her makeup that she’s desperately been trying to perfect for however long he’s been in her room. he’s fighting the urge to let go, but it fights back even stronger when his dick is suddenly in her mouth. his mind blanks for a moment; he’s not sure if he just came in her mouth or not, but she’s still sucking him off. her tongue expertly circles around his tip before she releases him from her mouth with a pop.

mikasa lowers her face and while working the tip of eren’s cock with her fingers, she flattens her tongue against his balls. it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there. everything feels so new and he can’t decide if it feels good to him just yet. she’s got her eyes trained on his face, searching for any signs of discomfort as she licks a broad stripe up his entire length before taking him into her mouth again. her lip gloss is smeared all over her mouth and on his cock.

eren feels like he’s dreaming. the pleasure sent him all the way to cloud nine, and he doesn’t feel like coming down any time soon. that is until mikasa starts fondling him balls while harshly sucking at his tip. with a death grip on the edge of the stool, eren lets out a loud moan and subconsciously bucks his hips into her face. she garbles out a warning along with a pinch to his thigh, and the embarrassment finally settles in.

“sorry… sorry,” he pants out. he wants to keep watching her, but he knows he won’t last much longer if he does. so he chooses to screw his eyes shut as she brings her hand to the base of his cock. mikasa relaxes her throat as she prepares to attempt to take his full length in her mouth. she doesn’t even know if it’ll fit because she’s already stuffed full, so she once again pulls her mouth off of his dick.

“how are you feeling so far, ren?” her voice is low and sultry.

“so good. you make me feel so good,” he opens his eyes again just in time to see her raise one of her hands to his face. he stares at it and quirks one of his brows up.

“spit,” is all she says, and he happily obliges. he collects a blob of saliva in the front of his mouth before letting it fall onto her open palm. she rubs his spit down his cock. “i’m going to try to deepthroat you.”

“what? hey, you don’t have to– fuck, mikasa,” he tries to stop her, but it’s too late. he cuts himself off with a moan as she pushes herself to take his whole length down her throat. her little mouth is stretched as wide as it can go, and a few garbled moans resonate from her throat. the vibrations send a chill down eren’s spine. he’s so close.

eren gazes at her in admiration as she pulls off again to breathe. her chest heaves as she brings her head to rest on his thigh.

“you’re really big,” she says with a pout on her swollen lips. eren never really thought of himself as big, but hearing mikasa say that about him gave him an extra boost of confidence. he also kind of feels bad for her, even though she chose to deepthroat him. his mind is swarmed with the thought of going down on her afterwards.

mikasa kisses his tip before taking it into her mouth again and twisting her hand around the base. she figures that he’s close by the way his core tenses. she’s got tunnel vision as she starts sucking harder, and she’s so nasty with it. some spit dribbles from the corners of her mouth and she catches it with her hand that’s jerking him off. eren is biting down on his lip so hard, he’s sure to draw blood if she doesn’t slow down.

“m-mikasa… oh fuck. shit, shit, shi— fuuuck—i’m cumming,” eren whines as he feels himself teeter over the edge. his orgasm comes so hard that he momentarily blacks out as he releases into mikasa’s mouth. thick, white ropes shoot onto her tongue, but she doesn’t let go yet. she swallows his cum down, despite it being a little too bitter, along with his cock like she’s trying to milk his balls dry. once he’s given her everything he has to offer, she gives him one last lick up his entire length.

“how was that for your first blowie?” mikasa asks while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. her voice sounds more raw and strained, and now he really feels bad.

“is it always like that? like, does it always feel that good? i don’t think i’ve came that hard in my entire life,” he admits sheepishly. his face is beet red and his hand is cramping from how hard he gripped the stool. he feels icky watching mikasa wipe her hands on his pants.

“i mean it’s different for everyone,” she says with a laugh. suddenly, the feeling of insecurity comes back. there are other guys out there that got their dicks sucked by mikasa.

“why’d you swallow?” he blurts out.

“it’s less of a mess to clean up,” she shrugs as she finally stands back up. her knees start to ache as she stretches her legs out.

eren’s thoughts are so clouded that he doesn’t even realize that mikasa leaves her room. when she comes back, he’s still sitting pantless on her stool.

“you alright?” mikasa furrows her brows upon seeing him in the same position she left him in.

“huh? oh. yeah, i’m good,” eren says. the gears in his head are spinning again as he gets himself together. “can i kiss you?”

“i swallowed your cum.”

“i don’t care.”

mikasa becomes flustered at his statement. usually after she gave head to guys, they would refuse to kiss her even if she didn’t swallow.

she takes a couple steps closer until she’s standing right in front of him. he’s blinking his eyes as fast as his heart is beating until he lets them flutter shut as she leans down to his face. her breath fans over his lips and he grabs the sides of her face to connect their lips. her lips are just as soft as he last remembers, and he can taste himself on her tongue. he can’t help but smile into the kiss.

“put your pants back on,” mikasa playfully chides with a pat to his cheek. she climbs onto her bed and gestures for him to come beside her. after struggling to put his legs through his jeans, he lays down next to her. she throws an arm over her chest and snuggles into his side.

“stay with me. just for a little longer.”

#attack on titan #aot #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eremika #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #mikasa ackerman smut #mikasa smut #eren yeager x mikasa ackerman #eremika smut #snk #shingeki no kyojin #tw: corruption #☾ ; by erieren #☾ ; not sfw

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erieren · 2 years

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LINGERING LOVE

pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader, very brief armin x reader

content warnings: alcohol consumption, dubcon, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, praise, (light) choking, creampie

summary: your ex boyfriend shows you just how much he still loves you

word count: 7.5k (i’m sorry)

notes: pls ignore the fact that this is like 3 weeks late lol school has been rough recently. not proofread (like always)

Valentine’s Day is just another normal day for lonely souls, but for many others, it’s an opportunity to showcase their love and affection for their special someone. You would be celebrating it with none other than Eren Jaeger if only he hadn’t broken things off with you right before the holidays. New family issues arose and added to his stress from school and sports, and he just needed some time to get everything under control. It’s not like he cared less or didn’t care about you at all; in fact, he was still kind enough to check up on you from time to time. Now nearly two months later, you’re finally going to see him again.

“Y/N, babe, glad you could make it!” Historia greets you, yelling over the ear-splitting music radiating from the speakers inside the frat house. Her face is rosy, nearly matching the hue of her strapless dress she’s wearing despite it being the middle of winter. But the sheen of sweat on her forehead tells you that it doesn’t even matter when there’s a party going on. “Come in, let’s take a shot!”

The blonde excitedly takes you by the arm and drags you through a sea of people until you reach the kitchen where most of your other friends are. Everyone is pretty much dressed in shades of pink and red for the holiday, even Connie did the bare minimum with a red bowtie and sweats, but no shirt.

“Ooh, you look so hot!” Sasha says when her eyes fall on you. “Wanna do a boob luge?”

“I uh–” you stammer, shocked by her offer. She starts wiggling her brows at you while cupping her chest to convince you to do it, but Historia laughs it off to save you from further embarrassment.

“Maybe another time, Sasha. Connie,” she says to the sole male in the room, “pour us some shots!”

“Yes ma’am!”

Just as he reaches for the cherry vodka, Jean saunters into the kitchen. He’s wearing the same thing as Connie, and there’s a few unmistakable lipstick stains on his face and neck. “Sorry for leaving you, Con. I got a bit… distracted,” he slurs, obviously wasted. “Did I miss anything?”

“Y’N’s here, and you’re just in time for shots,” he says while carefully pouring the vodka into shot glasses that are lined up on the counter. Jean walks to you and pulls you into a side hug, and you try to ignore the sweat that glistens on his skin, not wanting to think of what he might have just finished doing.

Everyone starts to gather around Connie when he finishes pouring, and he steps back to let you all grab a glass. Once they’re all claimed, you bring them up and clink them together before downing the vodka. The taste it leaves on your tongue is all but pleasant, but it does make you feel somewhat warmer.

“Oh, just so you know,” Historia lowers her voice to a near whisper, so you lean towards her to hear her better, “Eren’s here. I know you guys kinda broke up, so if you wanna avoid him, just find me.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.”

———

Some time and a couple shots later, you find yourself sandwiched between Sasha and Historia. Their bodies are pressed up against yours, but with the amount of people packed in the house like sardines, there isn’t much space to move around. The blaring music and Sasha’s screaming doesn’t help the dull pounding in your head, but your mind is too fuzzy to care.

“Babe, I gotta find the bathroom,” Historia yells, “I’ll find ya in a bit.” She peels herself off of your body before you even have a chance to offer to go with her, already disappearing into the crowd. You turn to face Sasha, and she can already sense your worry for her.

“Oh, she’ll be fine,” she laughs while throwing her arms around your shoulders, “this is the Historia that nearly stabbed a creep with her stilettos after all.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You recall the time she caused a huge scene at a random party sometime last year. “Hey, let’s go outside.”

Sasha eagerly nods her head in agreement, and you both stumble to the sliding glass door at the opposite end of the room. The mid-February air offers relief to your simmering skin, but you know that in no time you’ll probably get too cold. Looking up at the almost full moon in the clear sky puts you at ease, but the peace is quickly interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Tired of the party already?” You swear you feel your heart stop beating for a second or two. Before turning in the direction it came from, you glance at Sasha who is once again wiggling her eyebrows at you while nudging your side. “Or did you just want to find me?”

“Yeah, I’ve been dying to see you again,” you tease back while finally looking at him. Eren is sitting next to Armin by a fire pit, and you have to stop the smile that creeps onto your lips. He has his hair in the usual low bun, and a pair of pink-tinted heart-shaped glasses adorn his face. The pink crop top he’s wearing has his abs on display, as well as his v-line and… now would be a good time to stop staring at him.

Sasha starts nudging your side with her elbow while motioning for Armin to come over to where you’re standing. “I think we’ll leave you two alone,” she whispers while giving you an awkward wink. Once the two of them head back inside, you’re left with the sounds of crackling flames and the beat of your heart in your ears.

“C’mere and sit,” Eren tilts his head to where Armin previously sat. You do as he says, letting out a sigh in relief as you finally give your legs a break from standing all night long. “Kinda funny how we’re meeting again on Valentine’s Day… You enjoying the single life?”

“You could say that,” you continue to tease him, letting your sickeningly sweet smile show.

“Ouch. I have feelings, you know, angel. Or should I say cupid?”

Angel. The name he used to call you throughout your relationship rolled off his tongue so casually, you probably wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t try to make one of his lame jokes. He notices that your body tenses for a moment, and he awkwardly clears his throat. “Uh, sorry. It just slipped out.”

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “How have you been?”

He ponders your question for a moment before answering. “I guess I’ve been doing better. It’s just,” he exaggeratedly exhales, “the family problems haven’t been sorted out completely. You know, my dad actu– sorry. You probably don’t wanna hear it.”

“Is your mom alright?” you ask, changing the subject a little bit.

“Oh, yeah,” he visibly eases into the chair. “I sent her a note and some flowers this morning. She called me on FaceTime crying about how sweet it was.”

“Always the mama’s boy,” you laugh. He finds himself chuckling as well, missing the comfort you bring him. Why did he even break up with you in the first place? If it was this easy for him to get his mind off of things for just a moment, then he should’ve never left you. His heart twists at the memory of leaving you, but it’s forgotten once you start rambling about something that happened earlier that day.

Your body still feels warm. Maybe it's from the alcohol, or the fire, or maybe it’s just from being near him. You glance at him, wondering if he feels cold with his exposed midriff, only to see that he’s already peering at you over the top of his glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know if anyone’s said this, but you look beautiful tonight. I mean, you always do.” His gaze flickers down to your chest for a split second, but you really can’t blame him. Historia helped you pick out this top; it’s a red long sleeve with a v-neck that perfectly shows off your cleavage. Paired with a white skirt, it’s a pretty basic look, but Eren couldn’t help but think that you’re the most stunning person in the world.

“Thanks.”

“Do you want a lollipop?” You don’t even get to answer him because he’s already digging into the pocket of his sweats and pulling out a lollipop in the shape of a heart.

“Yeah, sure.” He hands it over to you, and the cellophane wrapper crinkles as you tear it off. Eren intently watches as you stick it into your mouth, closing your lips around your lips and god he’s trying not to think of it as something else. He made a promise to himself that he’d refrain from doing anything to you tonight, but you’re already making things so damn hard for him. “Hey, can we go back inside? I’m starting to get a bit cold.”

“Y-yeah,” he chokes out, causing you to raise a brow at him. Standing up, he offers his hand to help you up. Your heels cause you to wobble a bit, so he places his hand on the small of your back to steady your body. It stays there until he leads you back inside and to the kitchen where he perches his sunglasses on the top of his head.

“Hey, Eren?” you call out while he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. “Do you wanna take a shot with me?”

He feels conflicted; as much as he wants to take one with you, he can’t. “Sorry, angel. I told Armin I’d be the driver tonight.” You start to pout, letting the stick of the lollipop hang out the corner of your mouth. He doesn’t want to disappoint, so he comes up with an idea that would hopefully satiate you. Moving around the kitchen, he gets a clean shot glass and the same cherry vodka from before.

“Get on the counter,” he demands, and you comply without hesitation. The fabric of your skirt rides up your thighs as you hop up, and you can feel the warmth radiating off Eren’s hand as he places it on the surface next to you. “Open your mouth.”

You’ve got this dazed look in your eyes; the way you’re innocently doing as he says has him gripping the edge of the counter, but he lets go to remove the lollipop from your mouth. A string of saliva connects it to your tongue before he places it into his own mouth.

“Ren, don’t mess up my lip gloss,” you whine when he places his thumb on your bottom lip. He doesn’t say anything in response and instead raises the shot glass above your lips. You instinctively tilt your head back before he can slowly pour it into your awaiting mouth. Some of it splashes off of your tongue and runs out the corner of your mouth, but Eren is quick to wipe it away with his thumb. Once you’ve swallowed all of it, he places the pad of his thumb against your tongue, allowing you to lick up the little bit that almost escaped. You mumble out a lazy “thank you” to him before straightening up.

“Good girl, remembering your manners,” he whispers, the words going straight to the heat between your thighs. All of a sudden, you’re aware of how your position has changed. Eren’s arms cage your body on the counter, but your legs are also spread to welcome him between them. His green eyes look shades darker as he focuses his stare on your lips, or perhaps it was just the way they were hidden behind his long lashes. Your body is on fire, and you’re about to say something until someone interrupts you.

“Oh, Eren! There you are,” Connie calls out. You try to hide behind his broad figure, but there’s no use. “I see Y/N’s here, too. I’ve been looking everywhere for you two, the gang’s upstairs and they wanna play some games.”

“Yeah, we’ll be up in a sec,” Eren responds, not making any effort to move from his position thinking that Connie was just going to leave.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just grabbing some drinks to bring upstairs. Feel free to join us whenever you’re ready,” he says while piling multiple cans of hard seltzers into his arms. After what feels like forever, he finally leaves the kitchen.

“I swear to god, Connie is so dense sometimes,” Eren sighs. He steps back to put some distance between the both of you, cheeks flushing when he looks between your bodies. You wonder what made him so flustered all of a sudden, so you follow his gaze to the growing bulge in his sweatpants. “I’m so sorry, angel, I just–”

“I can take care of it,” you say while pressing your pointer finger to his lips. You wiggle around to try and free yourself from the confinement of his arms, but he holds your waist to keep you still.

He can feel his walls crumbling down as you continue to move around, so eager to help with his problem. “No,” he says sternly.

“Wha– why?” Your voice falters. At this point, the alcohol is definitely getting to you. “I wanna make you feel good, wanna have you to myself.”

“God, Y/N, you can’t just say shit like that,” Eren’s voice strains as it becomes more whiny. He knows better than to cave in now. “Come on, let’s just go upstairs. Everyone’s waiting for us.”

“Fine.” He helps you down from where you sat on the counter and tenderly holds your hand while leading you to the staircase. Curious eyes follow the two of you as you make your way up the stairs slowly, so as to not stumble or trip. Down the hall, there’s some light leaking under one of the doors into the dark hallway, so Eren takes you there. He makes you stand in front of him before he reaches an arm in front of you to knock on the door a couple times. Someone’s footsteps could be heard padding against the carpeted floor, and the door swings open to reveal Jean. On the floor behind him is Connie, Mikasa, Sasha, Armin, and Historia.

“Well the lovebirds finally decided to join us,” he exclaimed while opening the door wider. Eren silently thanks the red LED lights for masking his flushed face. After letting you in, Jean closes the door, drowning out the music from downstairs, and returns to his seat on the floor. Everyone scoots back to make the circle large enough to fit you and Eren. In the center is a stack of Jenga blocks.

“Alright, so you guys know the drill. You gotta do whatever is written on the block you pick. Whoever makes the tower fall has to drink,” Armin explains. “Who’s going first?”

“Whoever had sex last,” Sasha laughs, causing Jean to throw his arms up in defeat.

“Yeah, okay, it was me.” He leans forward to observe the tower before making his decision. With a shaky hand, he successfully pulls out the first block and reads it to himself. “Aw man, we’re really starting off strong.”

“What is it?” Historia eagerly asks.

“Dirty secret,” he says. “Let me think… This one time, I tried cucking someone, but it turned into a threesome.”

A chorus of “ooh’s” breaks out before Jean decides that the game will continue in a clockwise direction which puts Armin in the spotlight. The blond hesitates to choose a block, thinking of the best way to keep the tower balanced. Ultimately, he goes for one on the opposite side that Jean took his from. “Well this is funny. Singles, take a drink!”

Connie excitedly passes two cans to you and Eren, but he doesn’t take it. “Aw, come on, man. You gotta drink, it’s the rule! Look, everyone’s doing it.”

“Nah, Con. It’s fine, he’s taking me home later,” Armin covers for him. “Sasha, go ahead.”

“Imma show you guys how it’s really done.” Without missing a beat, she quickly pulls a block out of the tower. It wobbles a bit, but she smugly smiles once it steadies. “Pick a partner,” she reads aloud, “whoever I pick has to drink when I do. I choose Mikasa!”

Mikasa groans, but there’s a smile on her lips nonetheless. While Connie starts his turn, you feel Eren snake an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” you assure him while resting your head on his shoulder. Glancing around, you see Historia give you a knowing look. “I’m fine,” you mouth to her, and she nods her head in understanding.

“Oh shit,” Connie whispers, showing the block to everyone. “Kiss the person to my right. Well, Mikasa, come to daddy!” He puckers his lips while leaning towards her, but she pushes his head away in disgust.

“Never say that shit again,” she grimaces, but he manages to land a kiss on her cheek anyway. She quickly chooses a block and steadily removes it from the tower. “Truth or drink.”

“Ooh! I got one,” Historia exclaims. “If you had to make out with someone in the room, who would it be?”

“Definitely not Connie,” she quickly replies, causing him to clutch his chest over his heart in agony. “Honestly, I don’t know. Jean seems like a good kisser. But Y/N,” she pauses and winks at you, “if Eren doesn’t want you, I’ll take you.”

“Hey,” Eren whines, pulling you closer to his side. He doesn’t even try to be subtle about it; none of them even had to be sober to know that you were still into each other. It was just a matter of time until you got back together.

“No need to get defensive, Jaeger,” Jean snorts. “We all know she’s your girl.”

His girl, you think to yourself. You almost want to skip your turn so that you don’t have to leave the comfort of his arm, but you shrug it off your shoulder and lean towards the center of the circle. Wasting no time, you decide to do what Sasha did and hastily pull one out. “Never have I ever! Alright, who has a good one?”

“Never have I ever had sex with someone in this room,” Armin says, smirking to himself. It takes nearly everyone a second to catch on, but they realize what’s going on when they see that you’re the only one taking a sip of your drink. Eren, however, is left oblivious.

“I bet we can all guess who that was with,” Sasha snickers, nudging Connie’s side in the process.

The game continues around the circle, with everyone except Eren getting even more wasted. Sasha, unsurprisingly, already passed out a couple rounds later. There were a couple close calls by the hands of Jean, and at this point, you’re not even sure how the tower is still standing by the way it tilts to one side; it’s destined to fall any moment now.

“Come on Historia, you got this,” you encourage. Just as she places her dainty fingers on a block, the whole tower topples over. The blocks fall into a pile and everyone starts to laugh.

“Connie, I swear you blew on it!” she exclaims, refusing to accept defeat.

“And I swear that I didn’t. Drink up!” He cheers and she begrudgingly raises her can to finish its contents. Her face flushes after a little hiccup escapes her lips.

“I think I’m done drinking for the night,” she admits, crashing to the floor. “My head is killing me.”

“Let’s join the party downstairs then,” Armin suggests. “It doesn’t seem like it died down yet.”

“What about Sasha? We can’t leave her here,” you point out. Historia rolls over Jean’s stretched out legs and tries to rouse her seemingly lifeless figure but to no avail.

Mikasa gets up to stretch her limbs before bending down to pick up Sasha. “I can take her to my place.”

“And I can go with you,” Jean cuts in, earning him a suspicious look. “To make sure nothing happens on the way there, ya know?” Mikasa just shrugs it off while Jean taps away on his phone to order an Uber. When he confirms that there’s one on the way, he helps Mikasa take Sasha downstairs. Meanwhile, you help Armin put away the Jenga blocks as everyone else prepares to go back down as well. You follow Eren out the door, and Connie is the last one to leave, so he turns the LED lights off and shuts the door.

“Angel,” Eren calls to you after letting Connie pass by in front of him, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, I think,” you giggle while clutching onto his arm. “My mind is all wooo, you know?”

Oh god, he thinks. “Come on. Let’s get you some water.” He pulls you in front of him so that your back is against his chest with one of his arms crossing over your chest to keep you close. He uses his other arm to maneuver through the packs of people to get to the kitchen where he lets go of you to get another bottle of water from the fridge. After untwisting the cap and breaking the seal, he hands the bottle to you. You easily chug nearly the entire bottle in one go, clearing your throat once you finish. “You feel better?”

“Mhm!” you say enthusiastically. “Let’s find Historia. I wanna dance!”

Eren leads you back out of the kitchen, and easily spots Armin leaning on a wall. He approaches him, and sends you off with a pat to your back. “Go wild, party animal.”

Your face crinkles in bewilderment, but he’s already walking away. You wonder where he’s going, but Armin pulls you to the side where Connie and Historia are. “I’ll keep an eye on you. Go have fun.”

“Yeah, Connie, get it!” Historia cheers as he starts throwing it back on you. He’s moving with so much force, you wonder how you haven’t been knocked off your balance yet. But you join the fun and start playfully smacking his ass.

“Oh yeah, Y/N, harder!” he starts exaggeratedly moaning.

Meanwhile, Eren finds a spot on a nearby couch and gets as comfortable as he can with a couple borderline fucking a couple feet away. The saccharine flavor of the long-gone lollipop he took from you still lingers on his tongue, so he washes it away with a gulp of water. His eyes are trained on your body which peeks through the moving bodies around you. He can vaguely see Connie in front of you, and a smile lights up his face upon the sight.

He mindlessly scrolls through his phone and refreshes his social media feeds, doing anything to keep his mind occupied while he waits for Armin to tire. It’s starting to get late; his eyelids already feel like they’re gradually getting heavier and his body slumps into the couch. His eyes drift to you once again, and what he sees is just enough to keep him awake.

Historia stands behind you, her hands roaming up and down your sides and rubbing against the fabric of your shirt. Just as she reaches the area under your breasts, they fall back down to your hips. The way your bodies move in time to the music, and he’s in a trance. What he doesn’t expect to see is you reaching for Armin, and him leaning down as if to capture you in a kiss. And when your lips do meet, he feels his body get warmer. It’s not the type where his blood is boiling—no, he doesn’t feel mad at all—instead, the warmth rushes south to his dick. He should be embarrassed, ashamed, that he’s getting turned on by watching his friends dance and kiss, but he can’t bring himself to look away.

He snaps out of his reverie once he realizes that all four of you are approaching him, and he tries to straighten himself up and hide his half-hard dick for the second time that night. “Connie and I are gonna take Historia home and just crash there tonight since she lives nearby,” Armin says once he’s close enough for him to hear, “you should probably take Y/N home as well.”

“Bye, Armin,” you say in a dreamy tone, sending him and the other two a wave goodbye. “See you soon!” When they walk away, you throw yourself on Eren’s lap, facing him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He nearly chokes on his own spit and he frantically tries to subtly push you off.

“An–”

“I had fun today, Ren.” You cut him off, pressing your pointer finger to his lips. “Armin’s a pretty good kisser.”

“Oh. Is he?” he asks, which is followed by a nod of your head. “You ready to go home?”

You scoot closer to him, dragging your cunt over his crotch and squishing your boobs against his chest. He feels even hotter now, and no matter how hard he tries to fight back, the tent in his sweats keeps growing. “Mm, not yet.”

“Why is that?” he attempts to push you off again, this time placing his hands right on your waist. It makes you jolt, rubbing yourself on his clothed cock yet again. “Actually, never mind. We’re leaving now.” He has to force himself to unwrap your arms from him and push you off to the side before abruptly standing up. With a firm grip on your arm, he yanks you up and takes you away from the party. Some people nearby stare as he drags you to the front door.

“Eren,” you whine, “why are we leaving?”

“Because I said so.”

The chilly outside air hits you like a slap in the face, and you wish that you brought a jacket or at least a cardigan. Luckily, Eren’s car was parked not too far down the street, and he made sure to buckle you in before getting in the car himself. With the turn of his key in the ignition, one of The Weeknd’s songs plays on the radio and cold air blasts from the AC.

“We’re gonna wait for the car to heat up first,” Eren says through chattering teeth, turning the temperature knob to the hottest setting. You take a moment to get comfortable, reclining your seat and stretching your legs as much as you can in the limited space you have.

Once he deems the car is warm enough, he shifts gears and slowly pulls away from the curb. His mind wanders off as he begins to drive down familiar roads. There’s still a fair amount of people outside right now, probably going back home from dates. At a stoplight, he glances over to you; your eyes are closed and your head leans against the window. He admires the way the red light casts a soft glow on your face and how your mouth slightly hangs open which fogs up the glass. It takes a second for him to realize that the light turned green because of how enchanted he felt.

When he finally gets to your apartment complex, he parks as close to your building as possible since the parking lot was mostly full. He reaches over the center console and opens the glove box to pull out a visitor parking permit that he never returned to you. After hanging it on his rearview mirror, he tenderly places a hand on your shoulder to wake you.

“Angel,” he whispers, causing you to stir, “wake up. We’re home.”

———

Eren takes good care of you once you finally make it to your apartment. When you start to feel nauseous, he follows you to the bathroom to make sure you’re alright and even gets you some water to drink. He leaves you alone so that you can change out your clothes for some comfy pajamas, and he respectfully wipes the sweat off your body with a wet rag afterwards. He lays you down on your bed and you almost lose yourself in a dreamlike state until you see him about to close the door and leave.

“Ren,” you softly call out, “don’t go.”

“I can’t stay here,” he responds. You prop yourself up to get a better look at him, but he rushes over and immediately tries to lay you back down. “I can’t.”

“Please stay. It’s already late.”

Using his phone to check the time, he sighs as the numbers read four minutes past eleven. “I’ll sleep on the couch, okay?”

“No,” you state; he’s taken aback. “Sleep with me.” You scoot over on your bed and lift the blanket up to welcome him in.

“I can’t,” he repeats with a strain in his voice. The promise he made to himself echoes inside his head, but the voice silences when he sees your pleading eyes and jutting lip. He just can’t say no to you.

“Give me a couple minutes.”

The next five minutes feel like an eternity while you wait for him to get himself ready for bed. After brushing his teeth with a spare toothbrush he found in your bathroom, he rummages through your closet and conveniently finds one of his hoodies that you kept from him. He slips it on and ditches his pants then goes to turn off the lights. He crawls onto the bed, leaving some space between your body.

“Thanks for taking care of me tonight,” you mumble against your pillow. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I wanted to though.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about you.”

The mattress dips as you scoot closer to him. “Yeah, you were always so nice to me.”

“I’m sorry,” the words rush out of his mouth before he can stop them, and you raise your head from your pillow, quirking a brow at him. “I’m sorry for breaking things off with you, right before the holidays, at that–”

His next words get caught in his throat when you suddenly move to straddle his hips. It doesn’t help the fact that your sleep shorts are so thin that he can feel the heat from your cunt burning a hole into his boxers. His dick aches from being blue-balled all night, and he nearly whimpers when you adjust yourself in his lap.

“It’s okay, Ren,” you say nonchalantly. “You asked for some space, and I gave it to you.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you.”

His heart is racing a million miles an hour, and there’s no way you can’t feel his boner. You start to lean closer to his face, but he quickly turns his head to the side. “Alright, that’s enough. You’ve had a lot to drink tonight.”

“But I want you, Eren,” you whisper against his ear.

“I can’t have you,” he says, speaking from his mind. His heart is telling him to just go along with it, but he’s fighting the urge to give in. He can’t take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state. “You’re gonna wake up tomorrow morning and regret it.”

His brain turns to mush when you begin to leave open-mouthed kisses along his neck. When you suck on that one spot along his jaw, he loses it. His hands move with a mind of their own, traveling down your body and resting on the small of your back. The pressure from his hands pushes you against his cock, and he bites back a moan when he continues to grind your hips on him. Little whimpers make their way out of your throat, but Eren needs more. So much for refraining from doing anything to you.

Your manicured hand lightly grips his cheeks, forcing him to look at you as you lean closer to him again. This time, he doesn’t put up a fight. There’s still a tinge of alcohol that he can taste on your lips, but it has mostly been masked by the mint of your toothpaste. The sparks inside of his heart ignite as the kiss deepens, and the fireworks go off much like the first time he kissed you.

“Off,” you say with a tug on his hoodie. He sits up, forcing you to scooch back onto his thighs. Crossing his arms over his torso and gripping the hem of the hoodie, he swiftly removes it, leaving him in just his boxers. “You’re already so hard,” you say in awe while palming him through the fabric. You lower yourself and teasingly lick the fabric along his length, causing him to buck his hips.

“Fuck, baby, get your ass over here,” he says, pulling you up along your bed and turning the both of you over so that he’s hovering on top of you. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. His eyes are so pretty and even in the low light, you can see the specks of blue and green in his irises. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

With a nod of your head, you try pulling him even closer, but he stays put. “I need to hear you say it. I’m not doing anything until you do.”

“I wanna do this, Ren, I need you so bad.”

The desperation in your voice is wearing his patience thin. He goes in for another kiss and melts into your touch when he feels you undo his bun and tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“Can I take these off?” he asks with his fingers toying with the waistband of your shorts. Instead of giving him an answer, you go ahead and push off both your shorts and cotton panties. His face heats up, but he helps you take them off completely anyway.

“I need you here,” you whimper, dragging your fingers down to your pussy and spreading your folds. Eren wastes no time in worshiping your body, leaving kisses down your stomach and up your thighs. His lips gently press against your clit when all of a sudden the feeling of his tongue on you causes your thighs to clench around his head.

A firm grip on your plush thigh forces it back against the bed. “I have to be able to breathe in order to please you,” he chuckles.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” A glob of spit falls from his mouth and onto your cunt, then he’s back at licking it all up. He moans into it, and the vibrations send shockwaves up your spine, making stars cloud your vision. Reaching between your legs, you move Eren’s long hair out of the way to reveal his beautiful viridian eyes. He even has the audacity to wink at you when your eyes meet, but you can’t be mad when his fingers start prodding at your hole.

“Mmh, fuck,” you gasp when he eases one finger into you. It’s been so long—too long—since you’ve felt his touch. He tears himself away from you and props his chin on his free hand, admiring you with hearts in his eyes as if he isn’t about to add another finger.

“You’re so beautiful,” he exhales right when he curls his fingers, brushing up against that spot he knows all too well. He lives for the whines and whimpers you make, the wordless pleas for him to keep going. And he listens, kissing up your thighs until he reaches your pussy again. This time, he doesn’t keep his eyes off of you. He sees the way your head is thrown back against the pillow and how your back arches every time he hits a deep spot inside of you. “So fucking wet, too. Seems like you really missed me, huh?”

“Yeah, missed you so so so much,” you mindlessly ramble. The pressure in your lower abdomen builds as your orgasm approaches. Eren continues to stimulate your g-spot, and his tongue sloppily flicks your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “I’m so close, baby, don’t stop.”

I don’t plan on it, he thinks while massaging your thigh with his free hand. He gets so lost in dragging his tongue across your folds that he doesn’t even register the feeling of your wells clenching around him, nor does he hear the warning that you’re about to cum. So when your juices literally squirt onto him, he’s caught by surprise. He lifts his head away from you, keeping his fingers in your pussy, and just stares at your convulsing body. The moan you let out was so dragged out, and only then did he remove his fingers.

“Holy shit, angel.” He gawks at your confused expression. “I didn’t think you had it in you to do that.”

“Do what?” you innocently ask. He motions to his abs and the bed, which are soaked in your arousal. The embarrassment settles in, and you attempt to hide your face with your arms. “Oh my god, Ren, I’m sor–”

“Don’t be sorry,” he cuts you off, pulling your arms away from your head and pinning them to the bed. He kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “It was hot.”

“Okay…” you say wearily. For some reason, you start to panic when you see him start to take his boxers off. “Wait!” He raises a brow at you, urging you to continue. “I’m– can we slow down?”

“Yeah, of course we can,” he smiles. “Can I take your shirt off though?”

“Mhm.” You sit up and rest your back against your pillows, allowing him to lift the fabric off your body. Your nipples harden upon being exposed to the air, and Eren carefully climbs over your body, choosing to lay in between your legs so that your chest is directly in front of his face.

“You really are perfect,” he says with dilated eyes, cupping your tits with his hands. Much like he did to your clit, he presses a kiss onto one of your tits before taking the nipple into his mouth. His fingers toy with the one he isn’t sucking on, pinching it and rolling it. You card your hand through his hair, moaning when he nips at your sensitive skin and when he switches over to the other side. You carefully raise his head, and with your hands cradling his jaw, you guide his lips to yours. When you lightly bite down on his bottom lip and apply some pressure around his neck, he smiles into the kiss.

“I’m ready,” you moan into his mouth. He pecks your nose before sitting up and pulling your body further down on the bed.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Fuck me raw,” you blurt before thinking. “Oh! I mean are you clean?”

He laughs at your slip up and begins to take his boxers off. “Yeah. Haven’t had much time to be sleeping around. Not that I wanted to though.”

You’re about to poke fun at him, but the sight of his dick catches you off guard. It’s just as big as you remember, and the tip is wet and flushed a dark pink from leaking this entire time. It keeps you in a trance, and you reach out to wrap your hand around the base, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

“I said I wanna make you feel good earlier,” you pout while trying to free yourself from his grasp.

“And you’re gonna do just that, baby. It’s all about you tonight after all.” He taps the head of his dick against your clit a couple times before sliding it between your lips and slicking it up. After circling it around your hole, he slides it in. Even with the prep, the stretch of his cock still hurts as he sheathes himself deeper. Both of you let out a sigh when he bottoms out. “Fuck, were you always this tight?”

“I missed you, Ren.” It’s evident in the way you clench around his cock, sucking him in deeper with every thrust of his hips. His hands find yours and he tenderly intertwines your fingers, making it feel more intimate.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N,” he grunts. “I never stopped—fuck—never stopped loving you.”

His thrusts grow harder and faster, and he has to bury his face in your neck to conceal his moans. The way his cock feels sliding against your velvety walls is breathtaking; you want more but at the same time, it’s entirely way too much.

“Right there!” you exclaim after he repositions himself, sitting on the heels of his feet. But he stops to tie his hair back into a bun, secretly enjoying the way you squirm and writhe to get him to move again.

“Patience, love,” he reminds you while taking a hold of the backs of your thighs. You pull them up to your chest and hold them for him, allowing him to go even deeper, something that was just seemingly impossible. The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder, but it’s drowned out by your moans.

“You're taking me so well, as usual.” One of his hands smooths your skin before his fingers land on your clit. The pace at which he rubs it is a perfect contrast to the quick movement of your hips.

But the added stimulation actually makes it too much. “Nngh, s-slow down!”

“Too much for you already?” He feigns pity, watching the way your eyes screw shut. “Come on, you can take it. Right?”

“Mm, shit.” The feeling in your tummy grows and not once does Eren’s pace falter, not even for a second. “Yeah, I can take it, baby.”

“Good girl.” His voice sounds much raspier, and he does end up slowing down his pace, opting to go deeper rather than faster. He looks at where your bodies connect, hypnotized by the way his dick disappears between your folds. “Always so good for me, fuck. Can feel you gripping me.”

His words turn you into a moaning mess, spurring him on even more. “I’m close, angel. But you gotta cum first.”

“Kiss me,” you brokenly plead. He removes your hands from your thighs, allowing him to get close to you. You arch your back, pushing your chest against his as he plants his soft lips on yours once more. When his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, you open up and let him in. It explores wonders within your mouth, only stopping when you begin to suck on it.

Without warning, the coil in your tummy snaps. You’re gasping for air while convulsing and tightening your grip on his cock, and he has to slow his pace to stave off his own orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” he pants, thrusts getting sloppy. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside me,” your words slur from the overstimulation. He’s about to ask if you’re sure about it, but he’s already past the point of pulling out.

“I love you, Y/N.” With a couple more thrusts, he buries his cock to the hilt, releasing his cum in hot, thick spurts of white. The hold he has on your hips is tight and his orgasm seems never ending until his body eventually slumps against yours. The sweat makes it feel sticky and rather unpleasant, but you pay it no mind as you come down from your high.

“I love you, too, Eren.”

His chest still heaves with each breath he takes when he pulls out of you. He can’t help but watch as his cum leaks out of your pussy and onto the bed, further soiling your sheets.

“Fuck. Sorry about your sheets,” he says while untucking the corners from under the mattress. “Get up so I can take care of you and put these in the laundry.”

You weakly raise your arms and make grabby hands at him; he has no choice but to lift you up. Using him as support, the two of you make it to the bathroom which is connected to your room.

“How are your legs?” Eren asks while running a washcloth under warm water. He wrings it out before wiping the sweat and cum off your body.

“Shaky,” you giggle. “Probably gonna be sore in the morning.”

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “I’ll make it up–”

You turn his head up to face yours with a touch of your finger on his chin. “Stop saying sorry, baby.” A few seconds of silence pass while he finishes up with cleaning your legs and moving on to wipe down his own. “Did you really mean it when you said you still love me?”

“Of course.” There’s no hesitation in his answer. “Always have loved you, and I always will.”

“Does that mean you wanna get back together?”

He just chuckles and shrugs it off. “How about we talk about it over breakfast?”

“Sounds good to me.”

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